ㅤ ㅤㅤㅤ 𝗦𝗖𝗣-𝟬𝟬𝟭 — the Anderson Factory.

ㅤ . . . seriously considering going sledding with her riot shield . ㅤ

ㅤ ‘ cause it’s fun . ㅤ

ㅤ she won’t know until she tries it . ㅤ

ㅤ being woken up at two in the morning by the riot alarms . cue several unrepeatable curses . ㅤ

ㅤ ( 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵 ) . she mighta fractured her wrist . time to try and claim worker’s comp in this hellhole . ㅤ

ㅤ flopping onto the couch with an exhausted groan . kicking off her boots and pulling a blanket over her uniform . please , nobody do anything for at least five hours . please . ㅤ

ㅤ her first break in -- in who knows how long . she’s spending it perfectly . ㅤ

ㅤ son of a -- stupid d - class and their stupid thick skulls . one of them cracked her baton with his head . ㅤ

ㅤ yeah , but now she has to fill out a form to get a new baton . and clean up all the fucking , uh , brains off the floor . ㅤ