<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/fn2yDcN.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Tyler Maxon<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>237 Pacific Way<br/><br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday, The fourth of May: Around 7:20Am<br/><br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Arriving 'late' to the scene<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Homicide Squad, Armhurst, Open<br/><hr/>While being close to the station had it's benefits, it also came with some glaring detriments. That being, he always seemed to have further to travel when something did pop up. It was more then a tad frustrating, Maxon attempted not to let it bother him as he drove to the location. He noticed the patrol car at first, then the state issued car that belonged to LT. Holliday. He'd recognize that old pistol's car anywhere. It was a good sign, meant that a senior detective was already on the scene. That meant he could focus on the crime rather than the leadership aspects.<br/><br/>Tyler preferred it that way. He rolled up all the same, parking out of traffic's way before he stepped from the vehicle. He brought his badge out then, hooking it in plain sight on his belt before he began to approach the lot of them. He noticed Detective's Li and Hobbes addressing one of their boys in blue, Sergeant Amhurst if he wasn't mistaken. He was a good cop if memory served, that made him feel more secure that procedure was followed and they wouldn't have too much contaminated already. He also noticed the lieutenant had only just arrived as well, as the old man was just now making his way inside.<br/><br/><strong>"Gentlemen."</strong>Tyler said at first as he joined the others, addressing them in kind before his eyes rested on Hobbes and winced a bit.<strong>"And ladies..."</strong>He'd rarely worked with women outside of the military, they were actually the preferred MP's due to their numbers in the auxiliary placement. That being said, Hobbes was taking some getting use to.<strong>"Glad to see you were the one to respond, Sergeant."</strong>He added for pleasantries sake before hearing anything the man had to say. Afterward he'd head inside, plan a divide and conquer on the search unless something more relevant was presented.<br/><br/>With the four of them all here, it'd be sheer incompetence if they missed anything. Or worse, whoever they were dealing with was a professional. Unlikely, he had to think, not here in UB.