Gina stepped through the big wooden door, and emediatly got angry stares from the people sitting in the waiting area of the reception. The room was almost as cold as outside, but what little heat there were they wanted to keep. Gina quickly shut the door behind her before someone got the chance to give her a venomous remark.<br/>The waiting area had ten wooden chairs, four of them occupied by people waiting to make a complaint or otherwise make the police aware of one issue or another. The chairs looked rather uncomfortable, without a doubt contributing to the four person's foul mood. To the right there was a door marked "restrooms". In front of her, at the far end of the room was a large bullet proof window with an intercom button. Next to it was a door leading into the rest of the station house, it would without a doubt be locked.<br/>The waiting area had a hardwood floor and a high ceiling, making her footsteps echo almost menacingly as she stepped into the room. The gray, dull walls were adorned with several recruitment posters for the police academy. One poster informed visitors of the Crimestoppers 1-800 number, while another gave some tips and information about how one could start a neighborhood watch program.<br/>Above the desk sergeant’s window were three large, framed pictures of the mayor, the chief of police<br/>and the precinct captain. Gina didn't think any of the three looked particularly trustworthy. On the left wall was a three- by five-foot handcrafted, wooden display case  that contained police<br/>badges collected from all 50 states. On the opposite wall was a framed American flag with what looked like a few bullet holes in it. Also on the right wall was a simple wooden plaque with brass nameplates identifying every officer from the 13th Precinct to have died in the line of duty going back to 1927 — 53 so far.<br/>