Who knew, after 4 years in college and three years in the FBI Academy in Virgina, he'll be able to complete his dream; an agent.

It was a full staff today, and everything seemed.. simple. How he hated it, it was never simple in the office, was it? He feared his work day when it was this quiet. But he'll digress. At least he'll get some papers done, right?

Wrong.

The next thirty minutes was a blur as he was speeding down a highway to an emergency, hoping it wasn't as gorey as he was described. Perhaps he was just visioning things — he sighed, stepping out of his car onto a suburban neighborhood in the afternoon.

One of his colleagues {{user}} stepped up to him, looking horrified. "Talk to me," he said curtly, putting on the gloves from his belt. "What's the problem so far?" He asked — putting his hands on his hips.