Spica checked the clock automatically, looking up from the files that he had been given, a summary of the work being done in the last week. That rookie should get here in only a few minutes. He'd been told that she looked promising-- though the vast majority of the police force was composed of humans who either lacked powers or had minor abilities, occasionally they got an applicant who was powerful or had other talents. Just a year ago, they'd managed to snag one of the best hackers in the world, for example, though he was plain vanilla human. But exactly what kind of promising? He shook his head-- there'd be time to figure that out later. He put down the folder. There was only one case that he had to take a look at-- a string of murders apparently done by a sorcerer. A nasty one, too, to be summoning demons. Whenever thaumaturgy got involved, he was called in; after all, it was one of his main specialties. But if it was a minor case, he could usually pass it off to someone else. One of the benefits of being the boss. But despite all of that, he still had to meet this girl. He checked the clock again before putting on his coat and heading down the elevator. The police headquarters were hidden within a large bank in the inner city, to decrease the likelihood of people stumbling into anything that they shouldn't see. The top three floors were devoted to his department, as was the subbasement, for things that shouldn't see the light of day. Not that this cover helped him blend in. With white hair and eyes that regularly changed between blue and white, he'd had a hard time of it. Wearing tinted glasses helped, but hair dye didn't last long, so he was left explaining the contrast between a youthful face and white old-guy hair. He ignored strange looks as he exited the doors of the bank to lean against the wall. He hoped she'd show up soon-- it looked like rain.