He had never been to the Bretonian Police's home turf, even in his hey-day, he never really had a need, or opportunity. The place wasn't exactly full with police and the ones that were there looked tired, as though there simply wasn't enough hours in the night for them to sleep before they went back out into the word. One couldn't help but feel for them, their numbers had been decimated during the war, but unlike the Armed Forces, they were more easily forgotten. Now they were expected to police a house full to the brim with unemployment, crime, poverty and a population well used to death and trained to kill
No. He did not envy them at all.
He wandered into the tea room, clad in a fine black suit with nothing noticeable about it. He looked around and spotted the woman he was to meet. He wandered over and introduced himself. Chief Inspector? Victor Steiner, thank you for meeting with me.
