The Hussar spiralled through the smog, blue and red lights barely visible from below.
Stirling had had to make the descent on instruments, and found it right unpleasant. It wasn't that she was scared of the dark, rather of the ground. It was just as likely that the local government had thrown up a new defence tower without informing air traffic control. There was a reason she'd left the place originally. It might not have been the pollution, but she'd be damned if it wasn't the weather. On a bad day on Leeds, there was barely enough light to see by, prompting pilots to leave lights on 24/7, lest they locate another ship in a more violent manner then is usually accepted.
She breathed a sigh of relief when her Hussar touched down outside the Leeds Police Department, more or less intact, heat from the engines prompting steam from the frozen pavers. Save for a transport that had lost the ability to turn right, due to thruster failure, the trip from New London had been relatively uneventful. Stirling started pulling on her environment suit, a comparatively new model the designers advertised as 'Skin Thin.' Seal skin, perhaps. While she wasn't tall by any measure, manoeuvring in the Hussar was awkward at best. Besides, her baton seemed to have taken a fiendish joy in digging into hip every time she moved. Still, it was that or -30 degree temperatures. Leeds was not a pleasant place at night.
By the time the Junior Constable extracted herself from the patrol ship's cockpit, she was grateful of the sooty air. It might've been dirty and it might have been cold, but it beat breathing recycled stuff again, even if it was better for your health. Elizabeth reached back into her ship, rummaging around for a few moments before emerging with a pure white case. Well, white for the first few seconds anyway. The case contained some relatively basic medical supplies, substantially less then what could have been found on the planet's hospital. Still; Stirling needed to perform her tests, and she didn't trust public equipment as far as she could throw it. Once she reached the sliding door of the Planeside Police Department, the case was at least two shades closer to black.
The Bretonian Officer gave a curt nod as she entered the tiny foyer, lowering herself onto one of the few seats to await the rest of the task force, and Inspector Coulton. At least the room was lit, sparsely as the case may have been, but lit.
Stirling idly wondered where they could possibly fit four dozen bodies in here.