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- Feb 1, 2011
Clark woke up to the sound of his alarm clock, his hand going over sliding along the desk as he felt around looking for his clock, he slammed it down on the clock turning it off. He slid to the side of his bed grabbing his black dresspants, shoes, white button up shirt, and blazer. He grabbed his badge and strung it around his neck as he grabbed his can sliding his hand along the walls s he made his way toward the door. A man arrived helping him to a car. "Today you will be suiting someone up...just like usual." The man said calmly. Clark nodded and rode along waiting for the car to arrive.
Clark walked into his office as he was handed a cup of coffee, sitting down behind a desk as he felt around for his gadgets. The coffee was warm, actually.. it was hot burning his hand enough that he had to set it down to cool off. The noises of other cops, and detectives talking in the hallway echoed around the room for the door was open, but he liked to listen in on conversations of others... just for the fun of it. He held what looked like a pen in his hand and opened it, placing two wires inside, and a needle, filled with tranquilizing poison. Clark leaned back in his hair and yawned. "Send her in when she gets her." Clark said into the intercom, leaning in his chair as he closed his eyes preparing for a nap.
Clark walked into his office as he was handed a cup of coffee, sitting down behind a desk as he felt around for his gadgets. The coffee was warm, actually.. it was hot burning his hand enough that he had to set it down to cool off. The noises of other cops, and detectives talking in the hallway echoed around the room for the door was open, but he liked to listen in on conversations of others... just for the fun of it. He held what looked like a pen in his hand and opened it, placing two wires inside, and a needle, filled with tranquilizing poison. Clark leaned back in his hair and yawned. "Send her in when she gets her." Clark said into the intercom, leaning in his chair as he closed his eyes preparing for a nap.