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Name Of Character: </b>Mackenzie Bradford<br/><b>Date and time: </b>Monday 16th July, 6:30am --> 8:00am<br/><b>Location: </b>Open Road -> 158 Syracuse Ave<br/><b>With whom: </b>Duty Dispatcher --> Detective Lieutenant Kishimoto, Detective Gibson, Detective Princeton, Dr. Fletcher<br/><b>Trigger warnings: Language, Dark Humor</b><br/><br/><hr class="bbc-hr bbc-hr--1"/><br/>July 16th had been a morning just like any other morning for Detective Sergeant Mackenzie Bradford. After slipping quietly out of the arms of the man in bed next to her, the woman had made quick work of getting ready for the day. She donned an everyday outfit complete with a black tee shirt, ripped jeans, and leather boots that would offer her the opportunity to feel comfortable and connect with those damned teenagers who were always wreaking mayhem around Ubiquitous. In a worn and full backpack, however, Kenzi threw a suit jacket and a nicer pair of work shoes for any assignment that may have asked her to deal more with adults instead. With the backpack filled with anything the detective could need at any given time, she was sure she would be prepared for anything the day could throw at her.<br/><br/>After finishing a quick cup of coffee and throwing on one of her favorite leather jackets and a bike helmet, the woman revved up her black Harley and hit the road. These morning rides were quite possibly Kenzi's favorite promised part of the day. It was a chance to free her mind, listening only to the sound of the wind whipping around her head. Sometimes, like today, she would leave early or go in late just to get some extra time on the bike before she started dealing with everybody else's problems. Unfortunately, that extra time was cut short when her helmet's Bluetooth told her she received an important text.<br/><br/>"Goddammit!" Kenzi muttered, shaking her head. The young woman was always a little frustrated when some townie failed to hold their issues in until a less ungodly hour in the morning. Her mind couldn't help but ponder all the possible reasons she may have been getting called in while she looked for a decent place to pull over to read the text. After five minutes, however, the text became a call and Kenzi knew whatever the problem was, it was more serious than most of Ubiquitous' normal crimes.<br/><br/>"Go for Bradford." The detective called, picking up the phone on her helmet's Bluetooth as she tried to be heard over the roaring winds surrounding her. Kenzi couldn't believe it when the dispatcher reported that there had been a homicide. The unlikely event forced the detective to pull onto the shoulder and ask the dispatcher to repeat themself before she processed the truth. There had been a homicide in Ubiquitous...the first in her entire experience with the town...<br/><br/><br/>"Heard. Thank you. I'm on my way." Bradford said before hanging up. Going to Code 3, Kenzi flipped on her lights and sirens and let the bike carry her as fast as it safely could to her new assignment.<br/><br/>As the detective sergeant turned into the subdivision, she flipped back to Code 1, turning both her lights and sirens off. It wasn't hard from there to follow the police barriers to the site of Ubiquitous' first major crime where she barely stopped her motorcycle before lifting her helmet from her head and jumping off. Before approaching the other detectives, however, the sergeant placed her helmet on the seat, slid her backpack off her back and pulled out her badge, duty gun, personal switchblade, and suit jacket.<br/><br/>"Guess someone decided you needed a real case in your field, huh, Kishimoto?" Detective Bradford jested as she walked up to the team that had already assembled. Working primarily on cases involving domestic situations and minors, Kenzi couldn't even count how many times she had worked directly with the lieutenant. When it was stupid teenagers getting in over their heads or a couple having too heated of an argument, she was most likely working the case with Lieutenant Kishimoto.<br/><br/>After waiting a few moments for anyone else to say anything, "Hey, anyone mind if I borrow a trunk to store my stuff?" Bradford continued, motioning to show the pack on her back and the helmet under her arm. "Normally I would drop it off at the station but I didn't have time to get there before I was called here."