Detective Cobalt sat at his chair, his legs on his desk. His pale, slender hand went and opened his drawer, he rummaged through it and took out a cigarette pack. He opened it, took the last remaining one out and threw the empty pack into the trash can nearby. He reached for a lighter in his pocket, took it out and clicked it, the flame sparked into life, He put the cigarette near the flame, the cigarette's end glowed orange. He shut the lighter and put it back in his pocket. He put the cigarette to his lips and inhaled the smoke. His temporary peace interrupted as his commander came in with a folder and laid it on his table.

"New case, read the brief, get ready to go when you're done with it." his commander said gruffly.

"Oh, come on, I finished one yesterday, what happened to case-finish-free-time-cause-I'm-tired?" Detective Cobalt whined.

"I don't care.... Cobalt, this one is money for you and me." his commander said with fatigue. 

"I hate you, old geezer..." Cobalt grumbled.

"I hate you, too, shithead..." the commander said as he ruffled Cobalt's hair as Cobalt grumbled in protest.