[Lawtan]

Petra was a top-of-the-line security officer. That she was. Nothing wrong ever stayed that way on her watch - well, perhaps that one time. Petra traced her long scar from the mouth to the edge of her cheek. Coupled with blond hair and her navy-blue uniform and onyx pants, her covered figure stunned people, and she enjoyed that.

Petra walked by her leather rolling chair, cold Earl Grey tea on the cherry desk. A note was on it. Cautiously, curiously she crabbed the letter - a mellow piece of parchment. as she lifted it, a pair of pictures - one of a man...and one of a bomb. Slightly disturbed - her coworker, Dirk, would often pull similar pranks to kill the boredom. Petra finished opening the mail. The writing, a fine, orderly script, was not Dirk's...

Petra read the letter to herself;