Trooper Station: Tuesday

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Irrational thoughts and memories had kept Vic up late the night before her first true shift at the station. So sometime during the night Vic had just packed a change of clothes and went into the station to sleep in a jail cell until her shift started. It was a habit she had from back home and it was a weird comfort thing.

Luckily there weren't any prisoners in cells today.

After she woke up, changed and walked into the lobby of the station she did get a few weird looks from the troopers.

"What the fuck are you looking at?" she snapped.

The troopers went back to work as Vic got her coffee and settled down to a long day of paperwork.

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