ReverseTex
Old Timer
Harrison nodded, "I agree. I've had to lie about cases, for the protect America bullshit. I'm not even from this country and I have to? They don't tell the public the truth, filthy bastards." He grumbled, and stopped in front of a door, which was the files room. He lifted up his badge, which was clipped to his belt, and let the machine scan. *Harrison Smaok. Your purpose?* the machine asked him in monotone. "Looking for a file on a case I was apart of before the shutdown. I have clearance." The door clicked, and which he pushed through.