Man 1: Hey, have you seen the roster lately?

  Man 2: Silence. I was slightly surprised. Begins to walk away.

  Man 1: walks along with him. I also hear other folks from different stations are joining the fun.

  Man 2: hummed in agreement, and started to brew his coffee from the break room. Yup.

  Man 1: I never expected this much, this must have been a big case... say, you were there with the chief. Anything?

  Man 2: sips his coffee and gives him a side-eye. Don't you have a case to work with yourself?

  Man 1: Well, yeah, but I'm just asking.

  Man 2: Well... he hesitated, but put down his coffee to address him Promise me you're not going to tell anyone else? Cause if I find out you spreadin' this shit, that's both our asses, alright?

  Man 1: Yeah, yeah, I get you.

  Man 2: Nothing's been confirmed, and we had no lead. It's both frustrating and terrifying. The amount of people missing has slowed down on our end, but there's a really bad reason. *he picks up his coffee to sip more*

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  Man 1: What is it?

  Man 2: The kidnapping is happening elsewhere, another two states away from us.

  Man 1: So this has to be an organization or some sort of domestic terrorism?

  Man 2: wags his fingers Nope, I'm not going to pretend I know it. If we don't know it, then that's that. But the bottom line is that we gotta put ourselves more forward. No bullshit, no fucking around, alright?

  Man 1: remains silent I get you. But at this point, shouldn't we get more departments involved? And not those trainees, but everyone else? Maybe the president, at this point?

  Man 2: I'm sure Mitchelle will pick that up sooner or later. But we still got our jobs to do.

  Man 1: Right.

  Man 2: finishes his coffee. That said, we have something that we could use. Actually, someone good. Real good.

  Man 1: Oh?

  Man 2: A detective. Zola Ingram.

  Man 1: Wait, I've heard of that name before. One of the best?

  Man 2: I don't know her personally, but she's got massive traction. I feel like they gloat too much about that because of the namesake, but she's no joke. Someone you don't want to be enemies with.

  Man 1: W-why?

  Man 2: I've been in the same academy as hers, and I'll tell ya, she picks up too quickly. It's like she's a robot, which is terrifying for someone like her. Plus, you won't have any idea what she thinks. Those golden eyes are from someplace... like they're either from heaven or hell. You won't get anywhere past acquaintances with her.

  Man 1: Why is that?

  Man 2: Cause she's... Think of a cat. She stares, listens, and is... there. Just being a body in the background or forefront, whatever you wanna call it, but she will decide to call the attention, no one else. Antisocial? Afraid? I don't know. Her actions speak louder than words because I barely hear her speak anyway. Right now, that matters the most. But there's always a rule about those types of people. The quiet ones are the loudest thinkers. If you don't want to know how loud, then don't piss her off. Ever.