SWAT: Beach City

Note, dome & sushi

WHOOOSHHHH

A cold breeze entered through the half opened window into the bedroom. The male figure resting on the bed felt it down to his bones. He shivered for a second, then reached for the cover. He stretched his arm out the farthest he could, until he felt something small. He frowned, keeping his eyes closed, trying to picture what could it be. Then, he felt the buttons to the side. His phone. 

Officer James Street blinked slowly, calibrating his eyesight, welcoming the warmth of the morning. The light sunrays came through the window and with it the vague illumination from the cloudy sky. 

GASP

He opened his eyes wide, startled. It was morning! It was his first official day in his new job. Please let me NOT be late! I already ran late to my first SWAT gig, let's not make it a habit!, he thought as he quickly jumped out of bed and raced to the bathroom. 

By moving at the speed of light, after less than ten minutes he was already half dressed and almost ready to go. He was moving so fast, he had to stop midway through putting on his pants to realize: he was alone. Where was she?

For the first time since he woke up, he froze. He looked around, frowning hard, surprised he was the only occupant of the apartment at that moment. 

"Babe?" he called, listening in and resuming his movements. 

After several seconds, he found himself with one hand holding his toothbrush to his mouth and the other trying to tuck his shirt in, while his eyes searched for his leather jacket. 

He was determined to make a better impression on his first day than the one before, getting there on time and dressing appropriately. He figured if he was going to be the leader, he didn't want his team to think he was a wreck, plus he wanted his boss to feel confident about his decision. 

Silence. 

As he finished brushing his teeth and accommodating his attire, he heard  no response. As a matter of fact, he heard nothing at all. He stormed out of the bathroom, throwing the used towel somewhere near the hamper, smudging in some deodorant and throwing it into the room, where it made a thump sound when it bumped into one or more of the thousand things on top of the dresser. 

He threw the toothbrush in the direction of the sink, then raced over to the kitchen, heading to the fridge. He remembered his girlfriend, Chris, had bought a case of iced coffee last week, which in this moment was going to have to do because he was in a rush. He opened the door and grabbed a bottle, still pondering on why she wasn't around. 

Finally, he slowed down enough to open the bottle and take a long relaxing sip. The beverage wasn't as good as he expected -or needed- but he figured he'd grab a cup of hot coffee at work or during lunch. 

I got so much to do today. Wow! My first day. It's gonna feel weird turning in to any other place besides Metro. I guess I better-

GASP

Hummmm...

He frowned surprised, frozen in place. On top of the small rounded dining table was a big black plate with a black dome cover and a folded paper underneath it. Street held off on his thoughts for a moment and smiled.

What is this? I bet she had to leave early and this is breakfast...hmmm! I love my girl!

He could feel -and hear- his stomach growling and the saliva accumulating in his mouth. He sniffed hard, trying to decipher the menu, but...he didn't smell anything at all. He examined his target. The plate measured about twelve inches in diameter, and the dome covering it stretched almost six inches tall. It was completely black, giving away no detail at all.