The briefing room started filling up. The room had six folding tables and thirty chairs, arranged in front of a podium and a blackboard. Against one wall was a huge mailbox rack, apperantly every officer assigned to the 13th had their own mailbox.<br/>The chatter was starting to get really loud, as the officers bickered and joked with eachother, waiting for the Roll call to start. No one had approached Angela yet, but many of them had shot curious glances Angela's way. Angela was actually a little suprised, the room wasn't even half full, this could only be about half a shift, and it didn't look like more were coming. Her suspision was confirmed as the shift sergant walked into the room and started the roll call, the chatter slowly dying out.<br/>"Alright, good evening everyone," he said, placing a few papers in front of him after he stepped up onto the podium.<br/>The sergant was a solidly built hispanic male in his 50s, with close-cut, graying hair and a neatly trimmed mustache. His uniform was spotless, every crease razor-sharp, shoes polished to a reflective shine you could comb your hair in. His posture was ramrod straight, but despite all this Angela got the feeling he wasn't the hard ass that you would think he was. His eyes showed evidence of both intelligence and a good sense of humor. This is probably what Zorro would have looked like in his old age, she thought. She instinctivly found herself liking the man.<br/>"Ok, first order of buisness. I am happy to announce that Hanson's wife gave birth to a beautifull baby girl early this morning. From what I hear, she already have a full head of hair, quite unlike her father. Let's hope she get her mothers looks, eh?" This made the assembled officers laugh, they all seemed pleased to hear the news of the child birth. "Officer Gomez has been kind enough to agree to take the rest of Hanson's shifts this week, he'll be riding with Bitkowski." The sergant rifled through his papers before continuing.<br/>"Alright, personel transfers. Bullock's transfer to second shift have been approved, I am sure we are all sad to see him go. Two new officers transfered here today, one rookie named...Angela Scott. Ah, there you are." He looked through the room and spotted Angela, giving her a nodd. She could hear a few wolf whistles and shouted welcomes from the rest of the officers. "I'm sure you will all do your best to make her feel welcome, eh? I trust you all know Department policy about hazing?" He gave the assembled officers a stern look, who all did their best to look completly innocent, something none of them were very good at.<br/>"We also got a new homicide detective called...Gina Morgan." The sergant looked up at the clock before continuing. "I thought she might come and introduce herself, but it doesn't look like it." A lot of sniggering and half pronounced "dicks" could be heard. Relations between uniforms and detectives probably could be better, Angela thought.<br/>"Ok, so we are all here then?" The sergant seemed to check everyone off on a list, before continuing. "With the bad weather we've been having, I want to remind you to be carefull how you drive. Second shift had a few of their cruisers get stuck, despite the four wheel drive. Take care not to let that happen to you, cause you will be waiting longer for assistance if it does happen. The weather service also warns us that tonight we might be getting record low temperatures. If you come across a homeless person out in this cold, please make sure to try to convince them to seek shelter." He glanced through his papers again.<br/>"Ok, so that's it. Hopefully it will be a quiet night, even the bad guys might have the good sense to stay inside in this weather. Let's roll out, and watch eachother's backs." With that everyone stood up and started heading out of the room, a few of them stopping to shake Angela's hand on the way.<br/>One of them stood out from the rest. He was a mountain of a man, around 6 foot 8, probably weighed nearly 300 pounds and all of it seemed to be muscle. He was black and had his head shaved, and he was wearing the archetypical cop mirror shades. He had a little scar on his cheek, and his uniform was almost as well kept as the sergants.<br/>"Salaam aleku, Sister. I am very pleased to meet you." He gave her what seemed to be a very confident smile. His voice was very deep and rich, reminding her about Marcelus Wallace in Pulp Fiction.