Angela tired to relax in her seat, looking around at all the new, at least to her, faces.  Some looked as green as she was, while others looked so at home... veterans, she was sure.  She looked over the room, trying to memorize each face to go with the names that would soon be read off for roll call.<br/><br/>It was a nice mix of ethnicites, not surprisingly.  New York City boasted one of the most diverse populations in the country and Angela was glad to see it mirrored here.  No issue of being the only african american in the room.  She noticed another officer, a white male who looked to be a bit older then her 19 years checking her out.  She gave him a bold look and a faint smile.  Not enough to encourage him, but just enough to be friendly.<br/><br/>5 foot ten inches tall, her body well toned, the frame of an athlete, but not boyish.  She'd inherited her mothers lush curves and full breasts, although hers were still firm with youth.  Dark eyes, full lips, hair that fell just past her shoulders that she kept braided and tied back, at least while on the job.  Her uniform was perfect. She knew that, having nervously checked her reflection in the mirror more then once before taking the subway to her assigned precinct.  She wondered what the day would bring... probably hook her up with a veteran officer to show her the ropes... walking the beat or maybe even squad car duty.  As long as they didn't try to stick her behind a desk.  That was<em>Not</em>what she had signed up for.