The Commander
Police Constable Lena Harper sat behind the steering wheel of the car, waiting. It was a civilian car, but she was in uniform. She had taken off her regulative helmet and put it neatly on the passenger's seat. She straightens out her spotless uniform jacket and checked her prim cravat with her hand. She looked perfect; she knew that.It was Commander Ratched's so-called "discreet car", a larger, dark vehicle, almost like a limousine. Ratched called it "discreet" for security reasons so that she...