"Ok. You stay here," Erik said to June.
"I need you to keep an eye on what happens outside and let know. In the anti, I will sneak in. I doubt they will find while in a fly form. These guys are not the rcenary guild, and especially they are not the Blackguards."
"Yes, Master," June said.
"Let's keep a ntal channel open, then."
"Yes."
With that, Erik undressed and gave his clothes to June. Then he turned into a fly and headed toward the police station's main entrance.
As Erik, now in the inconspicuous form of a fly, buzzed towards the main entrance of the police station, he slipped through the doors unnoticed amidst the comings and goings of the officers.
Inside, the station's façade of normalcy unraveled. The once orderly interior was now marred by a sense of disarray that spoke volus of its new occupants' true nature.
Desks and offices, ant for the city's protectors, were cluttered with weapons and contraband, highlighting the criminal underbelly that had overtaken the establishnt.
Officers, or rather gang mbers, sprawled across chairs with their feet on desks, their laughter echoing off the walls.
They shared tales of close calls and successful heists, their conversations peppered with a mix of arrogance and casual cruelty.
The insignias of the Crystal Cross Gang were omnipresent, adorning walls and uniforms alike.
The conversion was extensive. The gang took over every inch of the space, transforming a once-respected institution into a den of cri.
Erik ventured deeper, moving towards the heart of the station where the most sensitive operations were conducted.
Here, in the private quarters, the façade of police work was discarded even more than in the other rooms.
The place buzzed with the activity of high-ranking gang mbers orchestrating their sches.
Detailed maps of New Alexandria and its surroundings were spread across tables marked with territories under gang control and potential targets.
Amidst the clutter of stolen goods and contraband, plans were being laid out for expansions, heists, and ways to tighten their grip on the city.
Erik was flabbergasted.
However, he kept searching around. Though he realized he couldn't find this guy, Zachary, if he didn't ask where he was.
The man earlier said he was at the police station, but what if he left? In that case, Erik would waste ti there.
It was then that Erik entered a changing room. There was a guy there that had just taken a shower and was drying himself.
Erik then morphed into a human again, behind the man. He grabbed his head and pushed it against the wall. The man lost consciousness.
Erik then copied his face, hid him in a corner of the room, under a pile of dirty clothes, and wore his uniform.
Erik left the room and headed down the corridor. He needed to ask the other officers where Zachary was. As he walked down, another officer approached him.
"Boris, you took your ti under that shower!"
Erik put up a smile and then said,
"Yeah! I had to wash my ass throughly since the last ti I took a shit I didn't clean it!"
The officer's expression changed from amusent to shock. It was a weird reaction, to be honest. "Jeez man, I'm joking, I'm joking."
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