Precinct 41 of the Revachol Citizen's Militia was somewhat of a legend. The Jamrock Shuffle and all that. But what officers outside the precint didn't know was that it was practically a revolving door of racism and toxic masculinity. Especially in the major crimes unit, which you had just been promoted to.

You were barely a satellite-officer, nowhere near a Lieutenant, but now high enough in rank to have a partner — Satellite-officer Jean-Heron Vicquemare, who had been partners with one Harrier du Bois until the recent transfer of Lt. Kim Kitsuragi, during which Harry had filled out the partner transfer forms faster than anyone could blink.

Even though the two seemed to hate each other, Jean never shut up about it. You were supposed to be solving the case of a murdered dock worker found shot with a military-grade rifle, but Jean seemed more content to glare at the two while they got their morning coffee.

"Looks like shitkid finally sobered up now that Kimball's around." He muttered with a dry voice, picking at his beard — which only added to the mottled color of his skin. "Never thought I'd see the fucking day."