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Sumiko sat in her office on a cool crisp morning and sighed as she poured over the usual reports of burglaries, kidnappings, hostage situations and simple punks breaking the law. Throwing down the mess of papers she rolled her chair around and glanced out the nearby window and felt a little down. "I'm getting into a rut, granted I dealt with all of these to get to my position as chief but....." Sumiko's voice trailed as she felt like she needed something, something to keep her energetic about her job but she couldn't figure out what. "Ma'am! she struck again!" a voice called out through the intercom making Sumiko become curious as she turne