Liberty Police, Inc. Reporting Office

[Dusty Lens]

Sean Toronto tried, for the umpteenth time to unsuccessfully kick his feet up on the dash, lean back his chair, or assume any posture that wasn't one that only an elementary school teacher gazing upon rows of stiff backed students could love.

The Upholder got the job done, but it sure came up short for casual sloppy comfort. He made a note to see about getting a more LPI standard cockpit installed and, with a few rapid keystrokes, commenced filing his report in uncomfortable fashion.

Captain Toronto After Action Report.

Right then, a day by and large without much incident worth the reporting. The Navy's got the Texas system locked down tighter than a temple virgin, which's given all manner of courage to a number of malcontents traipsing along my fine tradelanes. The Hacker of some renown, Phate, was spotted and engaged by myself along the Westpoint - Mississippi lane in a hacker gunship. The battle was joined in full with the assistance of one Sarah Willows of the Liberty Navy and Jubal Early, a mercenary.

Phate was able to escape, feeling the odds were against him, during a subsequent ion storm spike. To my annoyance.

The second half of my shift was spent in the company of a number of new officers, all of whom performed admirably in personality and common sense. It's no small relief that the next generation might actually have a few marbles between them with the trouble's looming with this new war. I feel they have the skills, guts and common sense necessary to walk the fine line of our organization and wouldn't hesitate to recommend any of them for promotion into some gumshoes, or swat vans for that matter.

Toronto, in brief, out.