"Hello," he grunted, adjusting the glock at his waist, the cuffs jingling. It was a habit of his, it made him feel better in crampons, and it made civilians sometimes realize that it was better to tell the truth in front of the law. After he was shot in the leg he underwent several months of long treatment. So much effort and pain only to find out he was no longer of any use to the military and had to find his fulfillment elsewhere. Well... the army or the police... it doesn't matter that much.

He took a better look at the woman standing before him. She looked decent, as a woman in her forties should.

"I don't want to disturb you, but the neighbors have reported noise from your house, ma'am. And some youth, though... you have no children. I just went to check," he tried to look nice, like it was no big deal, but his muscles could hardly relax into a smile. Even more so when he knew the people he was dealing with were lying.

He tried to peer into the house through her, but she blocked his view. " Do you mind..?" He brushed past her. His eyes were searching for you and he was afraid he might be too late.