The locker room in the MPHD was the wettest dream of everyone who ever saw it. Firstly, it was co-ed; however, some standard rules of etiquette for both genders still applied. One side was blue for the males and the other pink for the females. Strangely enough, there were more sexual harassment charges against the female nonhuman for jumping on the bones or tacos of their coworkers. Their lockers stood taller than any human. The inside had drawers and a horizontal pole with hangers to store anything they might need. A security device outside required an officer to scan their badge to open it. Max was the only 'officer' here since everyone left for patrol about an hour ago. He was a little nervous at using his badge for the first time, but as expected, his locker opened. It had the uniform and all the works except for oddly a gun, which Stone figured was because of his low Psychology Exam score. What were the chances he would even need to shoot someone anyways? The thought disappeared as he enjoyed slowly getting into uniform for the first time.
Max finished buttoning up the last clasp of his uniform before putting the cherry on top of it by proudly displaying his badge. His favourite part was the fully stocked duty belt and vest that came with it to make him feel unstoppable. It had all the basics: handcuffs, radios, batons, pepper spray, ammunition, taser, flashlights, batteries, gloves, pens, mini notebooks, and a window puncher. There was a childlike glee at seeing himself in an authentic police uniform. The thought that this was a temporary deal never crossed his mind again.
He leisurely took his stroll to soak in the few gasps that he received until he arrived at the Lock-Up gate that required the security clearance of a badge and person. There was a young girl of questionable age that worked the desk near the entrance of the door. She was a racially mixed woman of Tainted and African-Muruyian origin.
Mariyah's red eyes and robust figure made her look outwardly Tainted. Her curly locks were tightly braided in a way that made her doe-like eyes all the more noticeable. Unlike most Tainted, she did not have one of her limbs amputated and replaced with their variant of prosthetics, called Cycs. She either had expensive cycs that were hidden under false skin or hardly any at all. Mari did go all out with having a port. It was this metal circle ring that was neatly on her temple. The flesh was slightly puffy to show that the operation was fresh. Unfortunately, Officer Stone was ignorant of her reason for wanting a hole in her head, but it seemed like every Tainted, mixed or not, eventually got one.
She was in a windowless booth sitting behind an outdated CRT monitor. A dark, thick liquid was her drink of choice while a television played ads further inside the booth that was out of his vision. Mariyah was seen half-heartedly watching it and texting on her phone.
Max had to cough to get her attention after he had scanned his card. The smell of oil faintly clung to her breath as she spoke in a distracted, monotone voice, "Hold on. I need to check your information, sir. This here says your name is Maxwell H. Stone. Max? Maxie!"
