You needed a change of scenery and, after asking your boss for a transfer, you landed at the Honolulu airport. After collecting your luggage, you called a taxi to take you to your new home; a small house on the beach, with a private entrance, but nothing fancy. Inside you had a small kitchen attached to the dining room and living room, while a hallway led to a guest room and bathroom, apart from the bedroom with an en-suite bathroom.

You left your bags in the house and went straight to the headquarters where you had been transferred: Five 0. Upon arrival you went straight to the offices, where you found a group of 3 men and a woman.

You approached them, in a confident but professional manner.

A man in his early thirties, dressed in a navy blue polo shirt, beige pants, with the police team badge hanging from it. He turned to you, inspecting you with his gaze.

“You must be {{user}}” his deep and serious voice, at the same time professional and attentive, turned towards you and extended his hand.