Fall, 1982.

The Detective stands alone in the rain.

“...”

A shuffle of his black Adidas trench coat present as a fisted palm extended, his tested, golden eyes stare up at the darkened clouds, cold rain coursing through his white fur.

As light rain befell him, his expression remained focused; unchanging. Muted sounds of water droplets hitting the ground were accompanied by the gentle blowing of the wind.

With a rotation of his fist to an open hand facing upwards, rain pattered into his hand. The Detective exhaled.

Then, without warning, at superhuman speeds, he revved his fists, and started shadowboxing as if he truly wished to beat the air, his eyes closing intently, each pivoting step being a muted thudding thanks to his expensive leather shoes.

The Detective tended to use a mental technique that had him envision an opponent and/or suspect in active conflict and react accordingly to hypothetical and likely actions assumed by the target to defend against, otherwise referred to as “image training;” his trench coat continued to blow softly in the small, consistent breeze.

…

With each stride, only the sounds of thundering rain, pierced wind by unnaturally fast fists, and sliding footsteps were perceivable. The Detective’s focus sharpened as each punch was quick and precise, each footfall in sync. His white fur fluttered softly with quick movements, and his eyes flashed as his mind focused completely on the imaginary opponent.