The story follows a rookie police who joined..to make the world a better place instead became a waitress for the Cyber department. After the recent deaths of multiple innocent lives.
The police department gets hacked by a stupid hacker...who's a cos...
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The warm water envelops you as you sink deeper into the tub, letting the last of your nerves wash away. You close your eyes for a moment, breathing in the calming scent of the bath oils Mualani must have added. It's exactly what you needed to get your head straight.
After a quick rinse, you step out of the tub and dry off, your mind already running through your options for what to wear. You're a rookie, so you don't have a uniform yet, but you still want to make a good impression on your first day.
You pull on a crisp white shirt, a pair of dark, fitted pants, and your favorite leather jacket. It's not official police attire, but it gives you that edge of confidence you need. As you tie up your shoes, you can hear Mualani bustling around in the kitchen.
When you walk out, she's waiting for you with a plate in hand. "Here," she says, offering you a slice of bread with a thick layer of cheese. "You can't go on your first day without eating something."
You take the bread gratefully, taking a bite and feeling the warmth of the melted cheese spreading through you. "Thanks, Mualani. I needed this."
She watches you for a moment, her red eyes flicking over your outfit. "Are you sure that's what you're going to wear? What about your uniform?"
You chuckle, finishing off the bread in a few quick bites. "I don't have one yet. I'm just a rookie, remember? They'll probably size me up today or something."
Mualani's expression softens, and she nods. "Right, I forgot. Well, you look good anyway. Just... be careful, okay?"
You give her a reassuring smile as you grab your keys and head for the door. "I will. Don't worry—I've got this."
Mualani waves you off, her lips curved into a small smile. "Good luck, and don't forget to bring home the uniform when you get it!"
You nod, stepping out into the fresh morning air, where Mavuika is likely waiting with her motorcycle. The nerves are still there, but they're tempered by the knowledge that Mualani has your back—and that Mavuika, tough as she is, won't let you fall.
Time to make your mark.
You step outside and spot Mavuika leaning against her sleek motorcycle, one booted foot casually resting on the pavement. She's wearing her usual tough expression, but there's a hint of amusement in her eyes as she sees you approach.
Before you can say anything, she playfully flicks your forehead. "You're late," she teases, her voice carrying that mix of sternness and affection she's perfected over the years.
You rub your head, giving her a sheepish grin. "I know, I know... I'm sorry."
She shakes her head, a small smile tugging at her lips. "Here, you're going to need these," she says, handing you a pair of sleek sunglasses and a helmet.
