After a full month of enforced leave to heal and recuperate after her encounter with Mako, the Masked Man, Detective Inspector Eri Shulman was itching to get back to work. Just one small problem there ... work had moved.
So instead of getting into her office and getting on with the build up of cases that had accumulated during her absence, she was now standing in the middle of a new office, trying to make sense of the mess the constables had made of her filing system.
It was a nice office, she supposed, if you liked that sort of thing. Personally, she'd preferred the enclosed, tiny spaces of the old Watch House. Standing here, next to a floor-length window that looked out over a small grassy area, she felt incredibly exposed. One might almost say vulnerable, were it not for the fact that she'd watched the R&D department testing this particular type of glass against weaponry of all kinds, including magic.
Oh, she understood the point of the new Watch Houses, of course she did. It was just a big change to make, on top of getting herself back into the habit of work. With the Masked Man scheduled for death tomorrow morning, hopefully her nightmares would subside, and she'd be able to throw herself back into the lifestyle she was accustomed to.
It had taken a moment or two to work out what she would need two desks for, too. Despite the fact that he rarely came to the station except to finish up paperwork or drag her away before she started to qualify for overtime - on the orders of Chief Mahoney, no doubt - it appeared that Detective Patrick Ailbhe, her partner, was now sharing her office. His lack of interest was obvious in the fact that he was not here, his desk was so clean it squeaked, and the chair didn't look as though anyone had ever sat in it.
Several hours later, she had her files back the way she liked them, her current tasks laid out across her desk, and she herself sitting beside the window with a mug of tea, watching a couple of the braver neighbourhood children playing on the Watch's picnic area below.
The sight of them reminded her of an obligation to the children who had taken her in and looked out for her while she was undercover, and she made a note to go and see them. She had no doubt that they would be overly suspicious for a while but if she could do nothing else for them, she could, at least, reassure herself that none of them were suffering unduly from their way of life.
She sipped her tea, looking up and across to the other buildings in the plaza. Yes, the next few weeks were going to need a lot of adjustment to take place before she was comfortable here. But hell, politicians had to make it look as though they were doing something, right?
((Links in with New Watch Stations and Precints Unveiled.))
So instead of getting into her office and getting on with the build up of cases that had accumulated during her absence, she was now standing in the middle of a new office, trying to make sense of the mess the constables had made of her filing system.
It was a nice office, she supposed, if you liked that sort of thing. Personally, she'd preferred the enclosed, tiny spaces of the old Watch House. Standing here, next to a floor-length window that looked out over a small grassy area, she felt incredibly exposed. One might almost say vulnerable, were it not for the fact that she'd watched the R&D department testing this particular type of glass against weaponry of all kinds, including magic.
Oh, she understood the point of the new Watch Houses, of course she did. It was just a big change to make, on top of getting herself back into the habit of work. With the Masked Man scheduled for death tomorrow morning, hopefully her nightmares would subside, and she'd be able to throw herself back into the lifestyle she was accustomed to.
It had taken a moment or two to work out what she would need two desks for, too. Despite the fact that he rarely came to the station except to finish up paperwork or drag her away before she started to qualify for overtime - on the orders of Chief Mahoney, no doubt - it appeared that Detective Patrick Ailbhe, her partner, was now sharing her office. His lack of interest was obvious in the fact that he was not here, his desk was so clean it squeaked, and the chair didn't look as though anyone had ever sat in it.
Several hours later, she had her files back the way she liked them, her current tasks laid out across her desk, and she herself sitting beside the window with a mug of tea, watching a couple of the braver neighbourhood children playing on the Watch's picnic area below.
The sight of them reminded her of an obligation to the children who had taken her in and looked out for her while she was undercover, and she made a note to go and see them. She had no doubt that they would be overly suspicious for a while but if she could do nothing else for them, she could, at least, reassure herself that none of them were suffering unduly from their way of life.
She sipped her tea, looking up and across to the other buildings in the plaza. Yes, the next few weeks were going to need a lot of adjustment to take place before she was comfortable here. But hell, politicians had to make it look as though they were doing something, right?
((Links in with New Watch Stations and Precints Unveiled.))