"This is the briefed file of the case you've requested, sir," came the meek voice of the young policeman, who had the learners' badge on his shoulder. He was the chosen boy from all the trainees who oathed to become one like the man who stood in front of him, his shoulder leaning on the doorframe of the documents room. The senior had his eyes focused on a certain yellow file that read, 'Case: Rogue 61 - Death list.'
The boy wondered what the case was that had his senior engaged in it. He had the urge to question but held it back not daring to step off his limits.
Adrien, who had his eyes on the off-white sheets all this time, gave a glance at the file that the boy clutched in his hands, almost crumpling the old fragile material.
"Do you want the papers torn?" He questioned sternly as he gave a cold look at the already trembling boy. "Leave it on my desk." The words had the boy dash out of the room and come back in a few minutes.
