The sun drifted through the window of the small, rather dark room. All was quiet enough, though it seemed that the pile of dirty clothes scattered about the floor of the bedroom made a racket themselves even as they laid silently about. The owner to said clothes seemed to not be around though to see to their need to be washed, thus they were doomed to gather more dirt from the rather unclean room. It was a nice day indeed, sunny and w-BEEP BEEP BEEP!.... Upon hearing the sound of the blasted alarm a hand shot out from under the sheets of the bed and slammed down on the device thus silencing it. Groaning the dark brown tabby rose from the bed stretching a bit as he did. A hand instinctively went to his back scratching a spot that his pajama shirt refused to cover as he pushed himself from the bed and towards the bathroom. A heavy yawn accompanied the tom when he enter the room and shut the door. Twenty minutes later the same cat returned, though his appearance could have fooled anyone. Now clothed in a clean, crisp white shirt (which was topped with a black vest) Oliver made his way down stairs to the kitchen while he finished placing the belt about his slacks. Now all he lacked was a tie which was hanging in all its red glory from his neck where he had clearly looked over tying it. The refrigerator was in disrepair, filled only with a half of a moldy sandwich. Wrinkling his nose the tabby turned to the fruit bowl on the counter grabbing an apple from it. All the way to the office, which happened to be only two blocks, he crunched the apple before neatly placing it in the trash as he entered the police station. Another day, another case, another unsolved murder. Sighing Oliver racked a hand through his hair as he entered to break room in search of some coffee. He seemed to be the first one there this time.

"Da-ah~! Good morning, Oliver!" Svetlana smiled

Halley shook her hair out as she removed the helmet from her head. She swung her legs over the motorcycle, then looked up, glad she had found parking in front of the police station building. The she-cat glanced down at her watch, her tail swinging from side to side.

She made her way up the doors, keeping her head down but watching others out of her peripheral vision. Anyone could turn dangerous...

Halley was a private investigator, but she would occasionally help out with some of the more difficult cases that came up- and the one she had heard about was definitely a difficult case. She hoped it would be solved, or else there was a danger in the city unlike any other.

Entering the office, she spotted two other felines conversing in the break room. Clearing her throat, she introduced herself. "Hello there- Halley Clawdia, private investigator? I was called about the case?"

"Ah, hello~!" Svetlana beamed. "Svetlana Braginski, interrogator."

At the new voices he nearly spit out his coffee. "Oh Ms. Clawdia! I didn't expect you to arrive so soon!" Grabbing a napkin he wiped his chin. "Coffee?" He asked trying to be polite.

She smiled at them both, removing her peacoat and hooking it on the coat hanger. "Nice to meet you. And hello once again Oliver, good to see you. And I'd love coffee." She looked around. "And what's this case that I've been notified of?"

Jordan had arrived much earlier that morning, wanting to go through what he knew of the murderer's tactics. He was sitting in his office now, looking at the notes he had written. He sighed and rubbed his face. This was really difficult. There wasn't a connection between the victims deaths at all, yet they knew it was the same person.
He rose to his feet and walked out into the break room, needing to give his hurting brain time to relax. "Oh, hello, Svetlana, Oliver," he said. "And.... I don't know who you are, but hello." He looked at Halley.

"From what I've heard, some sort of killing." She said, quietly proud at herself not switching to her first language

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Her head snapped to the side as she heard the voice. She recovered from her surprise when she spotted a tom who had just entered the break room. The tortoiseshell nodded at him. "Halley Clawdia-" she offered him a hand to shake. "-Private investigator."

"Ah-ha~! This is very exiting!" She beamed, flicking her fluffy tail, and hoping they could understand her thick Russian accent