' Wrote:The normal hustle and bustle of any police precinct was multiplied a hundred fold by being in the overall Headquarters of the LPI. Desks, cubicles, the whole nine yards were laid out, with flatfoots and detectives alike working, phones ringing off the hook, and people sometimes snoozing due to overwork. A Neural-Net bulletin board is right in front of the entrance, with several handy notes, including a reminder:
Remember to file your paperwork (make a post here) every month, or you WILL be fired. Have a nice day.
Below it is a list of things that goes there.
Smugglers, reports on criminal activity, scans of the ships of well-known criminals, battle reports, and any other miscellaneous information that is worth mentioning.
In the distance, Matt Myers yells at some flatfoot to bring him his coffee, black and strong.
Recruit Officer Aaron Garretson, reporting. Today, I went on patrol with a superior officer named Maxe (I cannot recall his last name). Our patrol cut several paths through the Pitt Debris Field. Nothing was out of the ordinary, with several light Rogue attacks on our ships utilizing the so-called 'Bloodhounds'. We did not find any smugglers coming in from the field, and proceeded to Manhattan, scanning several vessels before returning to base. Unfortunately, I lack any guncam shots, but I do not believe they are needed, as none besides the (NPC) Rogues commited any major offences.