'There is something about this guy,' she thought to herself. Perhaps a feeling of unease, of familiarity? She wasn't sure what it was. But they'd have their answers soon enough. She has a feeling that whatever happened under that bridge is connected to this man. Not only that but the fragmentation from an explosive device and those bloody footprints. She glanced at him through the mirror once more. Looking at his pale, tired, dirty face hidden partially behind the hood of the cloak he wore.
'Just who are you?' That question would ring around her head and gnaw away at her thoughts for a while. They arrived at the station within an hour. Jay parked the car near the entrance to the two-story, large, grey, and blue building. The top center of the rectangular roof was adorned with the SCPD logo, a golden shield with SCPD written in blue lettering, and a row of windows on the second and first floor with the first-floor windows ending a little way before the glass double doors leading inside the front. Jay put the car's gear in park and exited the vehicle to retrieve their suspect.
"Alright you, let's get moving," Jay spoke to the man as he got out of the passenger seat. The man stood and stared up at the building before Jay placed a hand on his shoulder and ushered him forward. Beatrice stared at them ascending the steps towards the entrance and sighed, closing her eyes before getting out of the vehicle herself and following in behind them.