[Poggio]

He hit the hunk of junk again. Some one in the office made a tsking sound, and Esmun paid them no notice. He was again chided about the stack of paper work and doing it in a timely manner. Slowly, he slid from his seat stretching his body to its full length. Esmun had given up on typing up the parking citations and decided to go on a doughnut and coffee run. His last well of dark brown ammo had run dry after putting the tenth ticket into the system. Luckily for Esmun he was already a regular customer at the coffee shop near the police station.