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“Today’s patrol assignment will be…”
Inspector Bump squints his old wrinkly eyes even though each member of the tiny group comically gathered in the vast open space knows very well the old man doesn’t have to squint — or wear glasses. Besides, the inspector never reads out these things; he already knows who’s gonna be squad leader on every daily assignment.
“Amity Blight.”
Amity nods curtly like the prim, graceful woman that she is, and even her grim aesthetic — a leather bomber jacket and torn jeans (and not the pre-made kind) — cannot hide the fact that Amity knows what she’s about, that the twenty-year-old is, in fact, more mature than her peers, that the blood-stained wristbands are enough proof that she can be tough without being gritty.
“And she will partner up with…”
Please don’t be Noceda, please don’t be Noceda, please—
“Luz Noceda.”
Fuck.