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"He's the one to go to." Flint mused. One floor to go. "The best in all of the gritty streets there are. Never caught, never asked, always has that tip off you need. Great guy."
They finally reached it: investigations and evidence evaluation. The scenery changed from that of a post-war office to a clean, white near-medical facility. Inside were figures bent over bullet fragments, blood samples, and all the other needed evidence to solve any sort of crime New Angeles would face. Three doors, each with some form of cleaning device built-in, awaited the pair as they passed through the checkpoints. The security of this room was held above all others, and that is why they were asked to wait in a nestled corner of the lab meant just for this purpose.
"I hate visiting here..." Flint muttered.
They finally reached it: investigations and evidence evaluation. The scenery changed from that of a post-war office to a clean, white near-medical facility. Inside were figures bent over bullet fragments, blood samples, and all the other needed evidence to solve any sort of crime New Angeles would face. Three doors, each with some form of cleaning device built-in, awaited the pair as they passed through the checkpoints. The security of this room was held above all others, and that is why they were asked to wait in a nestled corner of the lab meant just for this purpose.
"I hate visiting here..." Flint muttered.