Just being in close proximity to the ZPD’s locker rooms felt like it must be braking some kind of law.
Your first impulse was to just move on and hope for better luck with the next door you came across. Yeah getting caught poking around the ZPD was bad enough, no point in digging a deeper hole for yourself. What could you possibly gain in a place like that?
After ten steps you stopped and slapped your face in frustration, of course you just had to ask, now you couldn't shake the feeling you were turning your back on something helpful. Glancing back through the opening, from this angle you could just see the beginning of a faded stack of blue locker’s, but you couldn’t believe what was on them, rubbing your eye’s in disbelief you saw brass name plate’s affixed above their vents. Not just numbers, but actual full names, what was more you thought you recognized the top one. “Francine Trunkaby” Wasn’t that the name of that elephant? This was the first time you had solid proof of a canon member of the cast. If her name was there then it stood to reason there would be more inside.
Rocking on your heels you waged an internal battle. Even being spotted in front of this door was bad news, but this was also a grate opportunity. If Judy existed as a cop in this world, her name would be on one of those lockers, right? What other options did you really have right now to collect such useful information? A full roster of ZPD personnel wasn’t going to be just lying on the floor for you and you’d need to be extremely lucky to be in the right place at the right time to eavesdrop on anything worth wile.
Straining your ears, you couldn’t make out any sound from inside other then the distant drip dripping of water. Licking your lips, you took a breath. The coast was clear, just dash in, read some names and tail it back out. If anyone came in, you had a better chance of finding cover in there then you did in this empty hallway. No one had seen you so far anyway. So, what was there to worry about?
Taking off at a jog you slipped around the dividing wall into what was presumably the female locker room. Even covering that relatively small distance was wearisome and you found yourself puffing in the humid air as you took cover under a nearby bench. Still collecting your breath, your stomach lurched as you registered the sound of approaching steps echoing off the tiled room. Pressing your back to one of the legs of your hiding place and closing your eyes you tried not to tremble. If you were discovered now of all times you didn’t want to see it coming. The sound drew closer until it seemed to be right on top of you, but you didn’t risk turning around.
The soft swish of clothing was heard and you found yourself looking up as the empty cuff of a police uniform appeared over the lip of your refuge. It was followed by the dull thud of the officer’s duty belt and there clipped to the belt alongside a set of hand cuffs, gleaming cold was a bronze ZPD shield, the officers name shining under the words bravery, integrity, trust.
Realizing it was highly unlikely she would remove her belt if she knew you were here you slumped to the ground in relief. This was not how you wished to introduce yourself to officer…
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