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9-9 precinct.
no one's pov
Rio screwed up already.
He applied for a job application that he has zero experience or interest in.
The only thing he knows about "Technical support" is turning the device off and turning it back on and hoping for the best.
Rio scanned throughout the briefing room trying to find that "Cop".
Two old men that look like they should retire? No,not them.
One latino woman who looks like she wants to bite me...definitely not her.
And—bingo.
"Such a diverse group of people,I can't wait to work with y'all." Rio said.
"Desmond,welcome to the 9-9,you'll be sitting across from Det. (F•N). If you have any questions,don't be afraid to pop your head in my office." Holt said.
"Or my space,like seriously!" (F•N) said laughing.
Rio sat back down continuing to work on his computer. Holt went back to the podium stand.
"On other news,we and the FBI and have collaborating in our attempts to stop This Phantasm Clan. Now the FBI is saying that we may advance to mechanical warfare..."
Rio sat at his desk internally panicking,it was his first day undercover and he was already on the spot. Unknowingly to him,he had a cold pair eyes burning his back.
"...But on the good side,we won't make any progress until we get enough information to make a move to our next location. And we don't even know where that would be. Meeting dismissed,you may continue working." Holt said.
Everyone in the briefing room left,Rio sighed in relief as they kept fake working.
"Desmond? Are you gonna come sit with your desk partner? Or am I gonna have to drag you out?" (F•N) said walking towards his desk.
"Ha—well to be honest,I dont really know what to do because I'm in a new environment. Kinda nervous if you get what I mean." Rio said getting up.
"Pfft! Sometimes no one's know what they're doing,you just gotta act sometimes." (F•N) said.
