Dawson was a man of exceptional proportions. He had a strong build and wasn’t afraid to show it casually through what he wore. Dark cargo pants and a loose civilian shirt was what he wore today at the police headquarters.

He strolled inside, noting the rather attractive looking secretary and asked if police chief Robiero was in. Upon learning that there was a rather sudden change up and a new police chief had arrived, he had decided to seek the new chief out. Hopefully the work he had accomplished in capturing those terrible ‘goons’ as they seemed to want to be called, hadn’t been lost in the changeup. After all, the previous chief had allowed Dawson access to what they figured out. Maybe there hadn’t been an interview yet?

“Very well,” replied Dawson. “Is Chief Karlson in?”

-Dawson, Owner of Secret Securities