It was a headshot of the Proliator. He had no signs of any injuries. He had his normal uniform and his gold mask concealed his true identity along with a dark shadow just to make sure he was concealed.
“I’d like to thank the city of Manhattan and its citizens—in any form, whether you’re an officer or even someone walking the streets every day,” he started with a low and accented voice. His eyes were shaded by his mask and the mysterious lighting behind him, but I wanted to know what color they were to identify what he was really thinking. “But even though I’ve been giving the extra effort over the years…I have to announce my retirement from this line of work.”
“WHAT!?” Jem exploded.
“Shh,” I hushed, now interested more in the television than him. This couldn’t be true.
“I know that it
