The doors to one of thousands of Helios’ Police & Security Stations opened with a SWISH. Like most of the other government buildings in Helios, these were relatively nondescript. Large, unassuming, and plain, they didn’t do much to stand out among the rest.
Eva, Miko, and Amal all walked out, followed by a middle-aged man wearing a pressed business outfit. His polished Helios Megacity Police badge hung visibly from his belt, almost like a mark of honor, or pride.
On that same belt, on his right hip was his standard-issue sidearm. It didn’t look particularly dangerous, but it was certainly lethal in its own way.
Eva turned around to the genial, bespectacled cop, and gave him a smile.
“Thanks for your time, captain,” she said.
“No, thank you,” he replied. “We’ve got a lot of people in need, and not enough people like you who wanna help.”
“Well, we aren’t quite fully set up just yet,” said Amal. “Still have lots to figure out, you know.”