Outside the Precinct, in amongst the parked squad cars was a most curious sight; There was a young looking man, kneeling down, with a 30cm long plastic school ruler in one hand, and both a pencil and standard police-issue notebook in the other. He was wearing a pair of black trousers and a black weather-proof jacket with a checkerboard stripe around the chest, a pair of carefully polished black dress shoes, and a black peaked cap, which also had a checkerboard band under the crown. The man stood, brushed the grime off his knees and frowned as he put away his ruler.<br/><br/>"Oh dear oh dear oh dear..." he muttered in a soft British accent, as he flipped open the notebook, and licked the tip of his pencil. He started to jot down a note.