Rolling down the highway, Jack's car projected something else onto the windshield, a small holographic arrow in the corner that pointed in the direction he needed to go for the quickest route to the station. The deep shade of purple light it gave off illuminated the cab to some degree, and with a few turns onto new lanes and a turn off an exit, he had crossed quite the distance pretty quickly. Aside from the occasional red light, there were no obstacles that required immediate attention, just smooth sailing down the brightly-coloured roads. The nearer he got to the station, the less the guidance system actively moved his route. GPS improvements were quite an advantage of 23rd century life.<br/><br/>Pulling into the station's garage, the car's AI chimed in a final time. "Arrived at destination. Goodnight, Jack." All informational projections vanished, and the engine went quiet as Jack turned off the ignition. After removing the key from the car, he pinched the end of his cigarette with his robotic fingers, snuffing it out about three-fourths of the way through its length. What was left ended up stuck back into the box for later, then stuffed into his pocket.<br/><br/>On his way into the station proper, Jack slid his coat off. He doubted he'd need the extra protection inside. A few greetings were exchanged with other officers, mostly just small nods of acknowledgement, and the front desk attendant was the one who got most of his attention. A much younger officer, who was a rookie of about two months, currently shuffling in his chair to a song playing over a pair of large over-ear headphones. A hologram projection from the headset covered his eyes, acting as a screen for an accompanying video. Jack stood in front of the desk, coat slung over his shoulder, and rested his hand on his hip while watching the attendant dance the night away.<br/><br/>After some moments, he cleared his throat, but still got no response. He tried waving, once again to no avail. Finally, he leaned forward and lightly pounded the desk's top, which shook up a bunch of smaller objects and got the attendant's attention. A surprised jump, followed by a slap of the headset off his face and a frantic flailing motion to catch it, drew quite a bit of amusement out of Jack.<br/><br/>"Oh, officer Kavinsky!" The attendant sighed in relief that he hadn't been caught by one of the harsher officers of the station. Not throwing away the blessing, he turned off the headset and stuffed it into a drawer behind the desk. "The chief called you in, there's a meeting about that case you guys were working on a while back."<br/><br/>"That's what I'm here for, Bucky." Jack stood up straight again, placing his coat on the tabletop. "Which office is it in?"<br/><br/>"Oh, the big one. You know, the one with that big wall screen? They've got the footage set up for it and everything." He pointed over his shoulder to the door on the right. "Just go through there, and it's the-"<br/><br/>Jack raised a hand, and with a half-smile, nodded. "I've been here for a few years, I get what you mean. Thanks." He started to head for the door, but stopped and took a step back towards the desk. "By the way, you might wanna be careful with those headphones. Never know when the chief's gonna show up."<br/><br/>With a nod, the attendant straightened up in his seat. "Oh, of course! I'm done with 'em for the night, anyway. Good luck with the case!"<br/><br/>"Thanks. Hey, do me a favor?" Jack nudged his coat forward. "Watch this for me. I'll see ya later." He stepped back, and as the younger cop nodded and took the coat, Jack made a 'finger guns' point with his mechanical hand and winked before walking through the door. After he was gone, the other officer decided to try the coat on for himself.<br/><br/>The door to the meeting room opened, and Jack walked in. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, showing off the lowermost part of his robotic arm entirely. There was no hiding an aug like that, and after a quick scan of the room, he made his way over to Anne's side. "Hey, what'd I miss?" He inquired, voice a hushed tone.<br/><br/>"Only everything important," Anne responded. "Squads were set up. You're with me and those two." She motioned with her head towards Lance and Velma. Anne wasn't one of the people that held anything against how they got into the bureau, but she did have some concerns regarding their safety. Neither were visibly augmented, but then again, Anne herself was quite well-equipped with only small amounts of machinery visible. Maybe they had some sort of ace up their sleeve, but the emphasis put onto Velma's induction into the bureau, as well as the focus on how she wasn't augmented that news reports gave, made her doubt that very much. She brushed the thoughts aside, and instead verbally jabbed at Jack. "Took you long enough, by the way."<br/><br/>"It's my day off," Jack quipped. He looked over at his new partners, scanning them both figuratively and literally. The pupils of his eyes rotated as his sight zoomed in on them, and a quick check of their files from the database showed him what was publicly available to CCIB officers. "Hm, not bad. Could be worse." He paused, and made a good-natured joke at the desk attendant's expense. "Could be Bucky."<br/><br/>"But he's not even-..." Anne almost objected to the possibility due to a lack of augmentations, but recalled their current situation rather quickly. "Mmm. We'll have to manage."<br/><br/>"Sure will." Jack allowed his eyes to return to a neutral state, and focused attention back on the head officer in the room. "Okay, so that footage. Where's it from, what's it show us, and when are we watching it?"<br/><br/>-----<br/><br/>Heather watched Juzo as he approached, and since her eyes were covered by her helmet's visor, she made an exaggerated motion with her head that suggested playful exasperation. "It's a<span style="font-style: italic">fancy</span>disk," she countered, taking hold of one in each hand as she stood up. While doing so, she held her hands out to the side, and decided a bit of drama was necessary for the beginning of their excursion. The drones all lit up, encasing themselves in bubble-like shields, while both of the disks she held lit up as well.<br/><br/>"These, I made special. They should work well with your magnetic augs, and can bounce around pretty good without breaking." While she had no electromagnetism augs herself, she knew just the way to demonstrate the combat potential. She turned and chucked one at one of the drones, and it began to bounce around the shielded machines in the air, flying in an extremely straight path between each one before moving onto the next. "So we're gonna see if you can't get good with these, yeah? Catch!"<br/><br/>With a hefty toss, she flung the other disk to Juzo. Luckily, they were designed to be non-lethal. If he missed his catch, the worst he'd get was the wind knocked out of him or a bit of a zap. "And after you get the hang of these things, we're gonna get some more direct practice. A real live-fire exercise." One of Heather's hands came to a rest on her hip, while the other one gave Juzo a thumbs up. "You, me, and a bunch of stuff to throw at each other. Sounds fun, huh?"<br/><br/>She mentally guided one of her drones around in such a way that the disk bouncing between them was sent flying towards her instead, and one of her tentacles snatched it out of the air on its approach. It then transferred to her actual hand, and she passed it to Juzo with a weak underhanded toss instead of a direct throw. She saw no need to be so rough on him in such a short time.