Anya found herself outside of her local police station. Back when she had first started living on Earth, she had gotten herself into a lot of trouble for doing what people called vigilantism. The people of Divinity were very into solving crime and rescuing people. It was one of the most popular pastimes. Sometimes people purposely commit crimes in order to bump start a game of cops and robbers. It’s just as fun to be pursued, as it is to chase. It’s why many communities didn’t bother with law enforcement and just let the citizens hunt down criminals themselves.

The downside was that many people used it as an opportunity to commit real crimes and get away with it. Some gain reputation from the game, Anya being one of them. She was one of the best and she prided herself on being one of the few who actually caught real criminals. So here on Earth, she found her own personal oasis. It seemed like there was no shortage of people committing real crimes. The group that she had come with to Earth didn’t think she was taking their job seriously. They thought that she was drawing too much attention to herself.

Ryan had driven her to the police station and now here she was standing outside, coming to talk to the man that usually had a helping hand in keeping her out of trouble. Anya forced her legs to walk up the stairs to the entrance of the station. There were many people walking in and out, it was one of the more busy stations. Men and women dressed in the typical dark uniform could be seen from behind the reception desk.

Anya walked in and the widening of the woman’s eyes told Anya that she was being remembered. Anya put on her best I’m-not-here-to-start-trouble grin, and walked up to ask about her good friend Peters.

“Hi, I’m Anya. Is officer Peters here?” Anya asked. The woman quickly dialed a number on the phone next to her.

“That pink haired girl is here, wants to see you.” She said quickly. There was a brief moment of silence as she listened to what he had to say on the other end. “No, it’s just her.”

I guess it would be odd that I’d be here without lugging someone in.

“He’ll be here in little bit.”

“Thank you.” Anya wondered whether she should take a seat or not, but then she thought it would probably look better if she stood. She’d look more authoritative. She looked at the scuffles on the floor. It was pretty dirty; shoe streaks were speckled across the tiles. She could hear the sounds of multiple telephones ringing and agitated voices. The smell of sweat permeated throughout the building.

I don’t think he dislikes, but he’ll probably be suspicious. All the other times Peters and I have talked, he seemed to like me, at least a little. I mean, why would anyone hate someone who basically does all the hard work for you? I was a great help to this place. Purse grabbers, muggers, robberies, I took care of them all. I think that warrants me a few favors.

A loud, gruff voice sounded from behind a door and pulled Anya from her trance. A moderately large man stood within the entryway. He had a caramel complexion, brown hair and was growing a small goatee. He looked at her with a wary look and with a quick wave of his hand, beckoned her over.

“Alright Anya, let’s talk in my office.” He sounded like he had just spent hours and hours yelling into a megaphone. He cleared his throat and started walking into the main section of the building. Anya followed him, smiling at the receptionist as she passed by. When she walked through the door, she could smell the strong combination of sweat and cologne. They didn’t talk until they reached their destination. It wasn’t a long walk to his small office. When they got inside, all there was inside was a desk littered with papers and a laptop, two chairs, and several bookcases shelved with files.

“Go ahead and take a seat.” He pointed at the chair opposite the desk. She took a seat, silently damning the cold, wooden, uncomfortable thing as soon as she sat down. “Alright, what is it that you need to say? Also, for the record, I’m very busy today so I can’t entertain you for long,” he said.

“Ok, I know you said you don’t want me interfering with your job, but—“

“I still don’t want you interfering.”

“I know, I know. However, I think it would only be fair, if you could do me a favor since I helped catch so many horrible people.” Anya scooted the wooden chair closer to the desk so that she could lean her arms on top.

“That depends, what’s the favor?” he said, raising an eyebrow.

“I want you to give me a job,” she said straight out. Peters paused, letting what she said sink in before letting out a bellowing laugh. In his fit of laughter, he caught his breath and started coughing up a storm. He took a sip from a mug he had on his desk and calmed down. He continued in his rough voice,

“I’m sorry for laughing. Look, I like you Anya, more than anyone else here. But what makes you think you’re qualified for a job here?” He asked.

“What doesn’t make me qualified for a job here?” Anya asked, almost scoffing at his question. “I’ve proved that I’m capable of catching criminals, something you’ve praised me for once by the way. And, I won’t even ask for much pay, AND I would even be satisfied with just being your assistant or something, filing your paper work, just give me something to do,” she finished.

He shook his head; “I already have people who do that stuff for me. We don’t really need anyone right now.” Peters started a new coughing fit. His face got red and he balled up his fist and covered his mouth, coughing his lungs out. “Ahem, I’m sorry. My throat has been killing me. I’m definitely coming down with something.”

“Oh, how unfortunate.” Anya said, a light bulb going off in her head. “Is it serious?”

“I don’t know, I might have to take a sick day tomorrow.” Anya couldn’t help but smile.

“Was there anything else you wanted to ask about?” He said. Anya eyed the shelves of files on the bookcase to her right.

“You know, since I helped bring in so many criminals…” Anya said.

“Yes, Anya we’re so grateful, go on,” he said in a sarcastic tone. Anya drummed her hands on the desk.

“All I need is a few extra dollars, you can stay home tomorrow, get some good rest, and I’ll take care of things here. You can even leave someone here to supervise me. They’ll take care of the important stuff! Seriously! ”

“Sigh, you’re persistent aren’t you?” he said, coughing again.

“Please, I just want, maybe a few days,” she said.

He sighed and rubbed his face. “You’ll only be filing paper work. And don’t expect a lot of money.”

“I won’t.” Anya said happily. “Get a good few days rest, sir.” He shook his head as he waved her out of the office.

Okay, next thing on the agenda, look at all those sweet files for suspicious alien activity.