It was funny how you hated but loved your job at the same time. You hated it because there was snobs working with you then you loved it because of the thrill of taking bad guys down. It was 2038 though, the year that supposed to be great…hopefully.

Sighing, you walked into the station, laying your jacket onto your desk as you looked around for a moment…looks like Hank isn’t here on time…again. You rolled your eyes before sitting down on you chair, deciding to get this day over with.