"It is over," Recruit Cal murmured in a dead voice, pale and trembling. He blinked in disbelief, pinched himself hard to make sure he was not in some horrible nightmare, and reluctantly decided to accept the dreadful truth that was about to change his life.
Alas, his coffeemaker was no more.
( Oh noes, teh drama!Collapse )
In a thunderous crash, the front doors of the PPC headquarters were flung open. The receptionist looked up and saw a rain-soaked young man make an overdramatic entrance and theatrically stride towards her across the lobby. The newcomer wore an old fedora hat and a grey trench-coat too large for his light frame. A black eyepatch covered his right eye.