Nines woke up from his standby mode inside the DPD, ready to work.
It searched through all the clues that Detective Reed and itself gathered, waiting for the Detective to arrive.
As always, the detective was late. He seemed tired. Nines scanned him.
Puffiness under his eyes, tensed muscles,... The detective was under too much pressure with this serial killer case.
But this day had to be productive. Nines got up from its desk and headed to the breakroom.
75% of coffee, 10% of milk and 5% of sugar. That should help.
It brought the coffee back at the detective's desk, putting it right in front of him :
- Thanks tin can
- You're welcome, detective. Can we now start working ?
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Inktober prompts 2019
RandomHere are the stories I wrote for the CBC and DechartGames prompts for Inktober.
