Sam burst out the shop, and started running to the police station where he worked. All around him, people stared. Well they didi have a reason, he looked like he'd nicked something.
When he arrived at the station, it wasn't the modern glass building he was used to. It was now an old Victorian building of orange brick. He entered the brown doors and saw that it was one large office on the ground floor. All around were pokemorphs, working at desks, but there were no computers.
"Ah, you must be Sam Tyler", said a voice behind Sam, and he span around. A large, muscular Arcanine morph striding towards him, him hand outstretched.
"I see what they meant when they said you were young, I'm Gene Hunt by the way, your new partner", he continued.
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