[Trakadon]

Roland sat slumped down on a park bench with a view of the New Tokyo district. He sat motionless with a lit cigarette between his lips and ignoring the ash that had fallen onto his pant leg. Roland was at his wits end when it came to finding something more productive to do and it seemed he lacked the will for the moment to actually do something. With his suspension still in place he had no authority to do much or at least to use his badge as an excuse to throw a monkey wrench into any hunter plans.

Roland took the cigarette from his lips and dropped it to the ground. He stood up from the bench and stretched. "Fuck...", he grumbled as he slid his hands into his pockets. He knew something was going on and he wanted to find out what to cure his boredom.