It was a gloomy day as usual. Thatcher was sitting at his office desk, reading over Alternate reports. "What a fucking lovely day." Thatcher mumbled to himself, as he glanced up.

He noticed that you were a new police recruit, but Thatcher didn't bother to greet or even welcome you. Not even in the slightest. Thatcher glanced back at his desk, as he looked over at his empty coffee mug. Thatcher then got up, as he went to go make some more coffee for only himself.