The recruit Torro Trait walked into the office with a filed papers in his hands. He put them on the chiefs front desk. Apparently he was in the bathroom. Trait walked out of the office, waved to some fellow officers, and headed to the nearby sunbucks cafe.
The report is as follows:
Today me, officer masket, and Captain Riza did a patrol around New York. All was clear. I decided we should go to texas and make sure no smugglers for our enemy would get by. And none did. Their were many smugglers and down-right silly traders coming and going. Stopped a couple and told them to hed back here and there. But nothing in particular. They said that they had it under control and told me to go back to Manhattan and call it a day. So i did.