Lieutenant Simon Riley was drowning in documentation. Somehow, he'd let all of these reports get on top of him and at 2am on a Monday night, here he sat in his office trying to catch up. He was surprised to hear heavy footsteps approaching his office, Laswell coming into view.

"You're up late" she remarked, folding her arms and leaning on the door frame.

"So are you ma'am" Ghost retorted, hiding the tiredness of his voice and turning the page on his report. "Is there something I can help you with?" His tone was as emotionless as always.

"I hope so" she walked forward, throwing a folder on his desk. "Her name is Cassiel" she nodded to the folder. "I'm putting her under your command." The folder was very thick, clearly detailed.

"You're giving me a rookie??" He questioned, a slight tone of annoyance.

"She's a decorated Lieutenant, Ghost." He rolled his shoulders back.

"Then why does she need me?"

"She doesn't, I'm sure. But myself and Price want someone with experience ensure she's settling in" Laswell noted, hands on her hips.

"When's she arriving?" he rolled his eyes.

"She already has." Laswell walked to the office window, looking out into the stormy night. "She's settling in well" she nodded out the window. Ghost was initially confused, quietly watching Laswell. "Goodnight Lieutenant" she nodded, patting his shoulder and walking out.

Ghost swiveled in his chair towards the window, looking out into the stormy night, attempting to pick what Laswell was staring at. On the rooftop, a slender figure stood, arms folded, watching the sky. Ghost was initially taken aback by what he saw, standing up and leaving his office. Walking outside into the rain, he looked up at the opposite building, watching the figure walk on the slippery roof tiles confidently. The lighting cracked above his head, his emotionless eyes staring up at the figure on the roof.

The figure on the roof sat down, sliding down the roof tiles seamlessly and swinging back inside through an open window. Ghost turned his head, seeing Laswell in the distance sitting in her car, watching the figure, an impressed look on her features.

Ghost headed back into his office, his head throbbing. A painful headache and this paperwork was certainly not helping. He sipped his now cold tea, becoming more alert as he had an office door open and close down the hall.

Who is working this late at night?

Ghost stood up slowly, opening his door and heading down the hallway to the office two doors down, the only one with its light on. His eyes cast at the clock as he passed. 3:12am.

He walked up to the door in confident strides, reading the name on the front with a slight eye-roll.

'Lieutenant Cassiel.'