Name: Drake Zarkov<br/>Location: Precinct.<br/>Case File: 3<br/><br/>Drake strode into the precinct. Thinking to himself how different it was to voluntarily enter, rather than be "invited" in. Most of the times had been a formality. He only took hits against known criminals, doing jobs that the Arbites couldn't do because of the so called law they served. Drake wasn't so tied down by bureaucracy.<br/>After some exploration he found the room he was looking for. He strode into the canteen ignoring the looks from the officers and grabbed himself a cup of recaff. Inhaling the scent he turned to the wall. Eyeing the "Most wanted" and active bounties. "Maby I'll look for a few of these when we're done here."  He thought to himself, sipping at his drink.