The sun was barely pushing it's rays through the crack of Lieutenant Williams' curtains when her phone flashed a blue light and let out a piercing chirp that was all the more horrific for the earliness of hour. A new case, sent direct from head office, appeared on her phone; all the case notes and suspect profiles would already be filtering onto her phone. First off, the briefing... A short message written by Chief Inspector John Wilkins, Amanda's immediate boss. This was the way so many days started, but that didn't make the disturbance any less intrusive!<br/><br/><i>Amanda, new job for you. A pharmaceutical van shipping drugs to St. Peters hospital got held up by suspects armed with small arms. Three males, pretty young, we don't have much more than that. They cleared the van out, knocked the driver out, and drove off in a vehicle that we're still trying to trace. The driver's here at the station, though he didn't see much. I suggest you look into local gang activity, but you're the case-worker.<br/>
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Good luck.</i><br/><br/>A few other files came in; a report on the driver, though as mentioned his report stated little. He was dismissed as being suspected of wrong-doing, though. There was a profile of the escape vehicle, though the lack of insurance meant there was a small team locked in a dark room somewhere tracking camera footage - which now covered more than 90% of the city's streets and passageways - to find out it's destination. Beyond that there were a few details on the taken cargo, and not much else that wasn't discard-able as fluff. It wasn't much, but she'd been given less, too.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>