Amanda was lying in her bed, still lingering in a pleasant dream when she was shook up by that godawful sound of her phone.<i>Why the hell can't I get a decent night's rest? I know I should've become a waitress...</i>, she thought, grumbling as she turned over and aimed her hand for the nightstand her phone was lying on. Still half-asleep she read the briefing from the Chief, only to drop her head back down on the pillow straight afterwards. She groaned and frowned, before reluctantly getting up. She didn't mind her job that much, although she wished the non-urgent cases would show up at another time than 5.30 in the morning.<br/><br/>Amanda walked into the shower, her bare feet feeling the cold of the floor tiles, which sent a shiver up her spine. She pulled the oversized t-shirt over her head and pulled the shower curtain aside to step into it. As the water started to run over her body, she felt all of it relax. There were few things in life that Amanda loved more than a morning shower. She washed her long blonde hair, feeling the softness of the foam in her hair and the fruity scent of the shampoo made her feel slightly less worse about waking up.<br/><br/>Wrapped in a towel, she made he way over to her closet, grabbing some clothes and throwing them onto the bed. She dried her hair first, before stepping into the black jeans and putting on her light-blue shirt. Then, she threw her blonde curls into a make-shift messy knot, since she hated it when her hair got in the way during work. She hung her badge onto her belt and hooked her gun into the shoulder holster that she had strapped on, after which she put on her leather coat.<br/><br/>When she got to the office, now armed with a cup of strong coffee and some bread she picked up on her way to work at the local gas station, she nodded briefly to Jim Thompson, her colleague at the desk next to her. He was also a lieutenant and they had worked together on various cases in the past. He looked exhausted, so either he had been woken up even earlier than her, or he didn't have any sleep at all so far.<i>"Morning, Jim... Had a long night?"</i>, she asked, before setting her coffee and breakfast onto her desk. She turned on her computer and started to skim through the files she had received from the Chief.<br/><br/>She frowned as she read through the details, there was little info, as usual. She sighed, realising she had a lot of investigating to do. She'd start out with the tracking team, hoping they'd have any footage from the robbery that she could inspect. She also had interest in both the destination and the source of this vehicle, to see if it had the same location. She'd have to investigate both, unless it was the same spot. Then, she'd go interrogate the driver by herself to see what he could tell her and if there was anything wrong with his tale. She sighed again. A boring job, and one that would undoubtably force her into even more paperwork...<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>