With a snort she woke up from sleeping soundly over some charts and assorted surgical and/or mechanical instruments.
“Ouhm”… slightly dissoriented she looked around.. was she in city hall or the study. The big flag over the desk was not wearing a cog and hammer… that meant….. slightly the brain yawned and snapped into focus.
Shes in her study.
…and happy to be alive it seems, looking on some of the instrumenst she almost hit when her head dropped to the desk.
“This curfew nightpatrol will be the death of me… in some way or the other”
The ears was still ringing from the massive amount of ammunition she spent hunting those odd creatures. The urchins would make a good profit on collecting brass following her rampage through the streets she guessed.
She sat and stared at the wall for abit.. brain moving sluggishly from lack of sleep.
Her eyes wandered to the electrolytefluids to her left… to the syringe on her right… and then to the electrodes sitting on the desk infront of her.
Tempting…. after all testsubject nr 4 went quite well… she had not heard anything about it after he was released on the streets.
But then again, maybe it would be better to hear something BEFORE she made half asleep alterations to her own brain.
That idea seemed quite smart. She filed it in her brain under ‘succesful theories’, and went out to sleep a little better before next bloody patrol would interfere with work.