Cecila Addison's Story

Leila turned on her small fan desk to cool herself off. Her desk was farthest from the vent, and her work area often got really hot. She drummed her fingers on one of the novels littering her desk. She slid it into her bag, figuring that she'd read it later. Suddenly, her sister barged through the doors of the police office. "Leila!" Cecila growled. She walked over to her desk in a huff. "Leila, give it back!" Her face looked bare, mainly because she wasn't wearing her glasses. She crossed her arms. "I don't have it!" Leila protested. Cecila snorted and fumbled around, then grabbed Leila's bag. She blindly shuffled through it before pulling out red frames. She snorted. "You act like you're five!" Cecila hissed, framing her face with the glasses. "I don't know how you got to be a detective!" Cecila stormed off without saying another word.

Cecila drove through town before coming to a slow stop in front of a tall, glass building. She stood up straight and calmly walked through the doors. The woman at the front desk offered a small smile, but Cecila blew past her and walked into another room. She dusted off her lab coat and cautiously approached a group of people in lab coats. They looked up with timid expressions. "What? Is it done yet?" They nodded and handed a small sliver square with a screen in the middle. She turned it on and nodded. "Good enough," Cecila muttered.

Leila looked up to see a man walk through the front towards the chief's office. Everyone went silent and watched him. It was a small police office, and not a lot of people walked through that they didn't know well. Leila rolled her eyes at the gawking faces and took a small bite of her half- finished doughnut. She tapped on her keyboard and did a little more desk work. She then leaned back in her desk chair.

A cop car drove out in front of the precinct. Out came an officer and a twenty-something that looked like a slacker. He dressed like he was still in High School. Baggy pants, hoodie, floppy bangs. The whole deal.

The officer lead him inside. "Anyone know where Mark is? He ain't pickin' up and I've got a guy here with information on the Bulle murder case." he said, voice gruff. "And if you can, we need someone to get in touch with Mark! I've been trying to get him for an hour! I got no idea where he's at."

The young man looked slightly uncomfortable, and had his hands stuffed into his pockets. He shuffled in his spot.

Leila looked up from her desk. Her chair then toppled backwards. "OOF!" She then giggled at little and stood up and lifted her chair up and set it upright. "Eh, I'm not sure. I'm a little distracted, Cecila came in and yelled at me..." Leila shrugged. "So what kind of information does he have?" She asked curiously, wondering what a person his age would know anything about Bulle. He didn't look to be the kind of person with information, then again, she became a part of the police force, so she guessed that anything was possible.

Cecila boxed a group of the small devices. "Alright, pack the rest of these up and put these in the trailer, I'l make the shipment," Cecila instructed to the group of nervous interns. THey scuttled away and did their work. Cecila got in the car connected to the trailer. "Is the trailer ready?" SHe asked. "YEs it is!" One of the teenagers proudly announced. Cecila rolled her eyes. "I'm getting breakfast afterwards," She muttered as she drove off towards the station. Cecila carried multiple boxes in. "Cool! What cool tech stuff did you bring to us this time?" Leila grinned. Cecila rolled her eyes and opened the box. "Cool! Now what are they?" Cecila slapped her forehead.