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located in Weiss, a part of Building The Wall, one of the many universes on RPG.

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“Come again?” An old man, about in his fifties, sporting a scruffy beard and short, unkempt white hair, furrowed his brow at the retort of his company for the evening.

“I said, I don't drink.” Angel repeated, tossing her second round of darts into the dusty board that hung on the wall a mere couple of feet away from the bar.

“Eh? Den waddya doing 'ere in dis pub?” The old man retorted with a heavy slur in his words, it was rather clear that he had a few drinks too many. He shifted, slightly, his lumpy stature barely being held by the stool he sat on as he eyed the woman more closely. “Chasin' da boys are ya? Dey ain't worth a dime, lass. All rubbish, I sez.” He let out a small chuckle as his back leaned onto the bar counter rather recklessly.

“Rubbish?” The woman turned her head so the corners of her eye caught a glimpse of the man. “Not that different from you, then?” She responded with a cynical tone in her voice. A grunt hinted at her agitation for this man, not that a common drunk would catch onto the fact that they weren't wanted.

“Ba-hahaha!” The man burst out in laughter, enjoying another wealthy sip of his alcoholic beverage. “Aye. Like me.” He muttered with his head facing into the glass he held in his wrinkled hands, smiling coyly at his blurry reflection. “Oi,” The man perked up once more. “Ye still didn't answer me question. Why ya 'ere if not fer drinkin'?”

“Self-mutilation.” Angel replied as blunt as a hammer.

“Say what?!” The man jumped from his seat, nearly choking on his drink in the process.

“Killing time.”

Angel rarely was one for conversations, though she had to give this man credit for not feeling her up when he had the chance, and instead took the time to try and pull off somewhat of a talk. Even if that talk was one-sided.

“Before you ask; Work.”

“Work?” The man expressed curiosity.

“Yep.”

“Care to tell me 'bout it?”

Throwing the final dart into the board, Angel slowly waltzed towards the man. “It's stressful work. Let's keep it at that.”

“Ah.” The man uttered, quietly, preparing to prod some more until a soft buzzing had put an end to their conversation.

“Speaking of...” The woman trailed off, her eyes darting towards one of her pockets. “Enjoy your drink old man, I'm off.”

“To work.” He replied, to which Angel only nodded silently as she made brisk movements towards the exit of the pub.

Flipping a single cigarette from the pack inside her coat on her lips and lighting it, Angel took a quick glance at the little grey device ASIT had proudly called; N. The machine began to speak, in a monotone voice, “You are requested to report to 1348 Normandy, District 83.” Angel nodded and slipped the miniature comm-device into her pocket before moving to said location.

It didn't take her long to arrive at the given address, though she couldn't say that she had stalled her arrival by taking a longer route. Seems the authority had already made it to the scene, whatever that may be. Police had blocked off any possible routes, and what building she was supposed to enter had been conveniently highlighted by the men standing guard at the door to a warehouse. Still, if the team was called upon, it couldn't be a trivial case. Pausing, Angel dropped her cigarette and crushed it with the sole of her shoe before crossing the police line and going through the necessary identification routine before opening the door and entering the crime scene.

“Chief.” She approached her boss, giving the man a two-fingered salute. “Angel, reporting for duty.”

Specter. District eighty-three's leader. Angel didn't think much of him, besides that he's the boss and she automatically respects him. Though the fact that this was only their second case didn't give much to be opinionated on further. Guess that counted for every member of this team, so far. They all still had some relative freedom to prove their usefulness as an asset to the team, not that they were forced to do so in front of her.

Turning towards their, supposed, new case, Angel briefly examined the body before asking; “Care to fill me in?”