Snippet #2196381

Not quite awake, Adrian extended his arm to the side table next to his bed looking for a pack of cigarettes. There were a few packs on the able, only of which actually had any smokes inside. This wasn’t a particularly unusual way to start the morning, though. Adrian would just one by one grab a pack and give it a shake to see if it had anything for him, and when it didn’t he’d drop it or maybe toss it across the room. Finally he heard the rustling of sticks inside the pack. He removed one and placed it in his mouth then began the whole process over again until he found his lighter, which was buried underneath the empty backs on the table. Only after lighting the smoke did Adrian will his eyes open.

Sitting up in bead, Adrian rubbed his temple and wondered if ‘hung over’ had to be an every morning thing. As far as homes in Class 3 went, Adrian’s wasn’t as bad as most. While it still lacked electricity and plumbing, it at least was built out of wood and stone as opposed to the almost tent like structures most had. Adrian usually just went to the station to shower, anyway.

A few minutes later, Adrian was walking out the door, lighting up another smoke. Because his current pack was running low, Adrian grabbed a few more from his stash underneath the floor boards and put them in his jacket pocket. Not that he would need more than one pack, himself. On the most stressful days Adrian may go through two packs, but usually he’s a pack-a-day kind of guy. The purpose of the extra packs was that you would be surprised just how much information one pack of cigarettes will get you in some of the more shitty areas of Class 3.

Today, though, the detective didn’t really feel motivated to do much. He figured he’d take a lazy day. Maybe go to the station and do some of the paperwork that had been piling up on his desk only to call it early and get day drunk on his roof. The thought made him smile. Once at the station though, the chief walked up to him. “Smith! Today’s your lucky day. The Crimsons attacked a warehouse today. We ended up chasing one of them all the way to Class 2. You get to be our liaison to the Class 2 Police department, and see what info you can get.”

The Crimsons were the least of Adrian’s worries. Yeah, they were a gang, but as far as gangs went they really weren’t that bad. Sometimes they would even pull Robin Hood type stunts and feed the people of Class 3 with stolen goods. But, Adrian would never turn up a trip to Class 2. “Sure thing, chief. Just going to hop in the shower first.” If he was going to go to Class 2, he would do so clean. In truth, Adrian liked to be as clean as possible, always. The reason his house was often so messy and unorganized is that intoxicated Adrian doesn’t necessarily share this value. But now, Adrian was sober and the police station had warm water; there was a shower waiting to be had.

After a good shower, Adrian dressed and walked to the lot where he signed out a motorcycle. Before checking in, Adrian figured he’d go to the infirmary. Apparently the woman was shot, and he’d have a much easier time trying to get to her if he found her being worked on than if she was behind bars. All he needed to do was talk to her for a few minutes so that he could tell his superiors that he tried. Different police departments weren’t known for working very well together. Besides, it could also mean bumping into Johan, which would be nice. Adrian hasn’t seen his doctor friend in a while.

Finally, Adrian walked through the doors in the infirmary, showing his badge to the woman at the front desk. Talking somewhat out of his ass, Adrian said “My name’s Detective Smith. I’m here to see the girl who was brought in here earlier.” Of course, Adrian didn’t bother mentioned that he was a detective from the 3rd Class, nor did he know for sure whether or not the girl was there. It worked though.

“She’s actually being worked on by Dr. Ferin. If you’d like to wait, Detective, by all means.”

Adrian nodded and walked to one of the chairs in the room. “Don’t mind if I do. Can you have the good doctor informed that I’m here once he’s finished with the patient?”