Snippet #1807209

Sora sat with his head on the break room table. He had been taken off of tonight's sting op. Something about working too hard, and them not wanting the...The rest was white noise. All he cared about was the fact that he didn't get to run, properly. Unaware how those thoughts would sound to the higher-ups, he groaned as his back moaned. He was in pain, thanks to an incident involving a treadmill and the wall behind it. Seriously, who puts a treadmill in firing line of a wall? Probably the people who didn't want to have to replace other equipment when a certain someone ends up arse over ears after trying to run at the thing's maximum speed. Sighing, he heard some doors open, and, judging by the lack of ecstatic cheering, or even any shouting, it was easy to guess that it didn't go too well. The first team had came back, but there was a good chance that they were still looking for the Runner.

An officer came straight to the break room, and put his back against the cold drinks vending machine, "Ass kicked?.." They shared a nod, Treadmill? Another nod. He had noticed Sora holding his arm, which also hurt. Gotta go. Debrief. "Have fun." The only police officers that Sora really talked to were his partner, the chief and his dad, who only sorta counted due to his retirement. It was gonna be a quick, but angry debrief. Not all bad being kept back, but Sora felt that he might have been able to keep up. Unless it was over too big a gap. Sora hesitates at the edge of high buildings, which isn't a good way to keep yourself from becoming paste on the pavement, so he usually stops...