A Competent Patrol Officer

She ignored it the first few times. She was a busy person.

She endured endless, grueling work, impossible to handle without a Patrol Officer’s modified Body.

A joke circulated within headquarters that this was the hardest the city police had worked since the Corporation War.

It was even more so for a competent Patrol Officer like her.

With a temporary transfer to the Opening Headquarters and her upcoming participation in the terminus eradication operation, she had no energy to care about anything outside of work.

But the messages didn’t stop; they kept coming.

Eventually, amidst the stress of overwork, Carla Daniel made an impulsive decision.

'Right, let’s just consider it a short break… and see her face for the first time in a while.'

Whether she truly needed help, and whether it was worth taking up a Patrol Officer’s precious time, she would find out once she got there.

Riding in her navy Mitsubishi BPRF Lance vehicle, practically a symbol of a DCPD Patrol Officer, she sped down the road, slick with unpleasant gray rain...