JOURNAL:
11/10/17
As soon as I walked out the Nexus today, James Murdoch swanned up towards the desk. I half expected him to throw some skanky old electrical boxes onto the desk like he usually does, but instead he asked for work. That's his second port of call usually. I told him there is work, but that he'd need to get another two people to help him. I thought it was quite clever, considering most of the city's on curfew and Holy Syers is being kept in Cell 2.
Handling the libido's a bit stranger now that they put cameras in the shower block. Before, I would just get myself off while washing, rinse everything off and then get changed. Once in the morning before getting on duty, once at night when getting off duty. Doing that with a camera there feels weird, but I'm not doing anything wrong. It keeps my mind unhazed for the rest of the day, which is important.
I swear I'm the only unit ever infront of this desk. I bet the rest are all on raids and sweeps. Not me, though. Landed with a literal desk job.


12/10/17

Today has been eventful. The 92214 rescued me from desk-duty again, off to help the Recruit train just like yesterday. A couple breaching courses was all, nothing terribly exciting, but miles ahead of taking frequency monitors from James Murdoch.
The session got cut short, the cameras at D3-CEP picked up one of our BOLOs, Alonza Madden. I think we were slow to respond, some of the High Command tried giving their glory speeches. I just wanted us to get there as quickly as we could, I could see the 92214 was thinking the same.
When we got there, we found Maria Hortz laying flat out on the walkway, unconscious. The Recruit came along with, probably to get a taste of real 'action'. Everything was as we expected given how slow we were; quiet. The Divisional, Recruit and I went further into D3 when we heard shots at the canals and a backup request from 92214. A prolonged shoot-out ensued and, I know without doubt, that fella was high on every stimulant he could get his greasy paws on.