Taigun office. A gray concrete mountain with massive tinted glass windows stands mighty within the monochromatic concrete jungle. Though each individual employee has their own private booth, you can still hear keyboards, mouse clicking, and thin-paper shaking since there are thousands of these dark gray boxes forming a grid on the light gray carpet in this room alone. Ringing phones, buzzing printers, whirring scanners, splattering blood, squelching flesh, and cracking bones.
Usually, the deed doesn't get this messy, but Catrina forgot to refill her sledgehammer's nitroglycerin. What should've only taken a few seconds of controlled slash and explosion turned into a 10-minute bloody chase and a dirty execution which painted her and her partner's white shirt deep crimson.
Catrina smashes the beast's limp body again, again, again, and again.
"Okay, that's enough!" Adalia says, her partner keeps going. "Hey Hey stop it! Hey, stop it! STOP IT, IT'S DEAD!" she holds Catrina's hammer.
"Ok ok, jeez relax, no need to be so tense haha." Catrina stops and lowers her hammer.
"Can you take this job seriously?!" Adalia clenches her fists.
"Have I ever been not serious?" Catrina places her hands on her waist looking smug.
"If you're serious you would have some discipline in you," Adalia points at Catrina, almost touching her top button.
"Ugh, come on, discipline is useless when ignoring it will make the job easier," Catrina rolls her eyes.
Adalia groans behind her facepalm "Catrinaaa!"
"Well, apologies lieutenant, I will make sure no such mistake shall repeat on my behalf." Catrina bows with a smile. Mocking her partner.
"Hey so uh... Should I call the janitors or..." The glass door of the booth behind Adalia opens as the employee inside asks the two helsing agents.
"GOD! Yes! Please... Thank you." Adalia slides her back down the next booth and sits beside the mauled corpse. She puts her sword across between her thighs and stomach and curls up feeling exhausted.
"O...kay," before he could close the door, Catrina holds it open.
"Hey is that chocolate milk?" She points at the tall glass filled with brown liquid.
"Uhh... Yeah?"
"Can I have it?"
There are a few seconds of awkward silence. "Uhh... Yeah, sure. Go ahead?" He hands the glass.
Catrina drinks it all in one gulp. "Thanks," she puts the glass back on the desk and closes the door. She looks at Adalia. Slowly she sits beside her.
"Hey, I'm sorry. That was... insensitive of me." Catrina also curls up into a ball, but her head is out looking at Adalia. She tries to wipe off some of the red that got stuck on Adalia's yellow hair.
Adalia groans, but then she switches into a sigh. Her face turns to connect her sight with Catrina. "It's fine. I'm sorry I snapped at you. It was a C-type mutation after all." she lets go of her knees and relaxes. Legs straight, shoulders against the booth behind. Looking up.
Catrina's eyes look away for a second and back onto Adalia's face. The orange lights bouncing off her light skin and reflecting from the wet blood her sweat. Catrina holds the urge to pull out her phone to take a picture.
"Well, let's go get some refill for my baby then," Catrina says.
"Actually, let's go get some spare uniforms first. This trousers is getting smelly and we're all drenched."
Catrina sniffs her trousers. "Ooh, yep. It's getting stinky alright. Ugh, human blood doesn't get this bad so fast, what are these werewolves made of?" She frowns and puts out her tongue. She can almost puke from it.
"I don't fucking know." Adalia's face leans away and looks back at Catrina. "Do you wanna go get some ice cream after?"
"Ooh, now you're speaking my language."
"Good lord what happened here?!" The janitor shouts. He's in a gray hazmat suit carrying a large black plastic box on a silver trolley. There are a bunch of tools expected of a janitor, contractor, and firefighter on the trolley as well. "Don't answer it, I don't wanna know," he says as he picks up the corpse and throws it into the box. He then proceeds to pick off the chunks of flesh and bloodstains.
"Well too bad, it was exciting," Catrina says. "Should we go now?"
"Yeah, let's go," Adalia replied.
They stand up. Catrina picks up her hammer. Then they walk several hundred meters to the elevator.