A lieutenant detective homicide for Los Angeles since the end of the Second War whereas part of a small intelligence group known simply as 'Once Over' which sounded ludicrous to us not understanding whether it meant some code name we'd never be permitted knowing full operational tasks of, or simply 'once we're over here' or perhaps 'give it the once over' most appropriate seeing our missions entailed infiltrating deep into the German-occupied populace, countries Nazis overtook with incredible speed, and through great strides observe an extremely short duration returning with full details to High Command based outside of London. But now with DonaX at stake what could hold anyone back from her.

Then we were spies of a rather different sort allowed to retrieve information deemed pertinent to the mission using any possible means. Without prejudice. Were most of our counterparts weren't permitted so much leniency, we were the extreme end of things, so when called to the San Diego suburb of Pacific Beach well out of my area of L.A. at four in the morning rather surprised hearing the sergeants case information while just returning from a case in Malibu only an hour before, hadn't even time to close my thoughts when the phone pulled me into that substance growing every moment thick with maddening despair. DonaX was back.