Matilda Rake stood at the front of the bar, surrounded by her friends from the police force.
"Well done," Mitchell and George cheered.
"Thanks Lieutenant." Matilda blushed.
"I knew you could do it," George Radical announced; wanting his cheers to be acknowledged.
"Thanks Constable," Matilda laughed. She held out her certificate for all of her friends to see.
"It didn't take you long to complete the training," Mitchell Rein added thoughtfully.
"No, but now your Homicide Investigation Training is finished" Radical agreed, turning to Detective Rake, "you can help us on our cases and know what to look for."
"And help catch Bill and Dennis Probe," she added.
Rein fell silent; reminiscing about the case that had happened almost a year ago.
Dennis Probe had slipped from their grasp and had disappeared into thin air. Bill Gruel, a serial killer who separated his victims limbs after killing them, had slipped away too.
Worse, Moby Rage, a drug smuggler, had turned out to be an FBI agent undercover, had to be released also. It had been a long year.
Stress had taken its toll on the two officers. Rein's grey thinning hair had completely fallen out and had gained almost double his weight. Radical's greying hair had turned silver and had lost over half of his weight- his lean figure had turned to little more than bone and now looked somewhat unwell.
George stood from his seat with a tired smile- his eyes had large bags under them and his face had become weathered and worn.
"What would you like to drink?" Radical asked.
Matilda thought for a moment.
"I'll have a RB with Vodkiss, please," she answered.
Whilst George went to get the drinks, Matilda sat close to Mitchell with a smile. "Don't worry, we'll get them both," she reassured him. "They won't stand a chance against the three of us."
Rein sighed, "I'm not worried. I am just hoping that we don't end up with suddenly getting a body count- they've been quiet so far."
"I know what you mean, I hope we don't get a body count too," George announced; taking a seat. He placed the glasses carefully on to the table and sat down.
Outside, the sky had turned indigo.
The trees stood bare; silhouetted against the night sky. A raven was perched on a high branch.
George shivered. The winter was reported that it was the longest and darkest in over five decades.
The full moon shone in the purple-blue coloured, chilly night sky.
The wind began to gain strength as it blew the branches back and forth; the leaves brushed against the windows- tapping the glass pane occasionally as the wind changed direction. The fallen leaves swirled on the ground. Fleeing from the unsteady branches, the raven fled to seek better shelter. George shivered again, feeling thankful for being inside the bar.