<div class="floatleft">(http://i918.photobucket.com/albums/ad28/Uchihas_blackrose/1209666548strypenakomiskp5.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Lieutenant Sheya Reinhart<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Train > Station<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Chief Hagerstrom<strong>Mentioned:</strong>The others and Marcus Lang specifically.<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>The train softly shook as it sailed above the magnetized rails. The train car was sparsely crowded, telling her right away that not many ventured to this “Freud’s Slip.” There were a few cops obviously dressed, and one man she knew well not so much. He didn’t know that she knew him, but she did, and it slightly bothered her to think that such a man was probably being sent to the minute town to perform the same work as her. Nonetheless, she kept to herself, sitting a few seats ahead of the other genomorphs and alone as she preferred. Her hands were folded one over the other in her lap and cream Stetson tilted low over her face. However, it was her blouse that had the attention of two human vagrants. They were both dusty, looking as though they had crawled out of a hole in the desert.<br/><br/>“Ow, ow, owoo!” the male that sat in the same row as her howled. His hair was oily and damp with sweat and he smelled of black grass, a common and legal drug.<br/><br/>“Ruff, ruff, ruff!” came the other man who sat in the row across from his friend.<br/><br/>The two men continued their barking and howling until Sheya thought she would amuse them a little. A soft smile curled at the corners of her maw and raising her muzzle, a low, wolfish howl filled the cab, sending chills down their spines in a manner that had strangely aroused them. The two males grinned at each other before they saw her cry as an invitation to come over.<br/><br/>The oily one sat in front of her, and the other took the empty spot next to her. They were able to get a closer look at her then. Her black hair framed her face and bosom that hung in the hammock of her V-neck blouse. The collar had petal-like ruffles leading up her chest behind her neck and through the thin, cottony material that they could see the soft imprints of her nipples. A black waistcoat with silver, spiraling stitching hugged her waist below her breast and tight, pleather trousers embraced the curve of her hips and rode down her long legs into a pair of shin-high combat boots.<br/><br/>“What’s a gorgeous gal like you doin’ headin’ to a dump like Freud Slip for?” the man next to her questioned.<br/><br/>Sheya was a little intrigued that the men knew more about the place she was headed. “Are there not that many gorgeous gals there?”<br/><br/>The oily man’s brows shot upwards. “Definitely not that many, none like you. Are you friends with any of those girls there?”<br/><br/>Sheya slowly blinked her gleaming eyes and replied innocently, “I don’t know them.”<br/><br/>Good, she was alone. The males exchanged excited glances again.<br/><br/>“So uh…” the man next to her began. “Are you plannin’ on workin’ ‘round town? At a bar or somethin’?”<br/><br/>The train was slowing. Thank goodness she had made her stop.<br/><br/>“Maybe,” was all Sheya said before she stood.<br/><br/>The man that had been sharing her seat quickly moved out of her way as she turned to drag a tall, rectangular metal case that had been standing next to her out, and then turned to reach up and remove two smaller suitcases from the overhead bin. The men were watching her movements closely, and finding it amusing, she couldn’t resist toying with them. Once she got the suitcases down, she faced the aisle and bent over to set them down. Her puffy, curly tail flicked upward to reveal the apple swells of her rear. The pleather gripped her ass and outlined the camel toe beneath it in shimmering material. The men were frozen with paralysis as they gazed upon her backside unashamed.<br/><br/>Turning her head to peer past her hips, Sheya asked, “Can you boys help me with my luggage? It’s awfully heavy.”<br/><br/>Snapping out of their stupor, they quickly scrambled to get the suitcases from her.<br/><br/>“Yes, of course!”<br/><br/>“Sure!”<br/><br/>Straightening, Sheya smiled back at them, her raven hair tumbling from her shoulder. She slung the tall case across her shoulder and exited the train onto the platform. When the two men braced to lift her suitcase, their arms went taut and their faces became tense with effort.<br/><br/>“Urgh! Holy shit!” the oily man rasped as he managed to lift the case a foot off the ground. With both hands gripping the handle, he managed to quickly shuffle behind her.<br/><br/>“What the hell is she carryin’ in here?” the other man complained as he shuffled after him.<br/><br/>Sheya noticed a lone man at the station and raised her watch to input a few commands. A holographic image of a dirty-blonde man with a three o’clock shadow appeared floating above it. Grabbing the image to hold it secretly within her paw, she glanced down at it and then back at the man before her. His appearance had been slightly different than the photo the GPF had of him, but she was certain it was him: Chief Hagerstrom.<br/><br/>Another tap of her watch and the image vanished and the Akita gazed over her shoulder at the men who were looking tired and ragged from such a short walk.<br/><br/>“Thank you boys, but my employer is here,” she told them.<br/><br/>Squinting around the station, the oily man tensed when he noticed Chief Hagerstrom.<br/><br/>“Hagerstrom? What is he doing here?” he questioned in shock.<br/><br/>“Shit, do you think he knows?” the other man asked him.<br/><br/>“Shut up, let’s just get outta here.”<br/><br/>Without any pleasant goodbyes, the two rogues left her luggage and ran off. Sheya slowly arched a fine brow before she turned to walk over and effortlessly pick up her belongings.<br/><br/><em>It seems this Hagerstrom is pretty popular,</em>she thought before she walked over to meet with him.<br/><br/>“I had no idea that my employer was a celebrity,” she told him playfully. Setting down her suitcases, she offered him her paw and greeted, “Lieutenant Sheya Reinhart. And you are Chief Hagerstrom.”<br/><br/>She sounded so confident.