I'm comin' up so you better you better get this party started,
I'm comin' up so you better you better get this party started...

Mallory Watson, NYPD officer 8008, hummed the song, stretching and getting ready to exit the patrol car. She had about 15 minutes before the end of her shift, and was driving through the neighborhood when she got call from station about noise complaint... And it sure was serious one, now that she was able to hear it herself. Place didn't looked noisy, but music was so loud that car's windows were shaking with every bass. She chewed on the straw that came with her coffee and pondered how hard she should go on the "kids" - being fresh out of the academy she still remembered quite well herself in their place, especially on the night after academy's graduation.

Part of her pretty much sincerely wished just to sit in the car for a li-i-ittle bit longer, so her shift ends, and so she could report that she got stalled and didn't got there in time, and... Well, her next shift will be starting only in about 56 hours and 9 minutes. She could really let herself unwind a bit... And whichever of her colleagues would arrive to deal with complaint would probably cover her having a little bit of fun. That would really be a great and wild thing to do...

Mallory sighed and smirked. That'd be way too unprofessional, besides... She didn't joined police to have fun, she did it for... Quite a number of noble reasons. She was somewhere in middle of thought about said noble reasons, when a short, bright flash blinded her right eye, leaving her zero time to react...