Jen's Quarters, SPD HQ, Newtech City, California, THE FUTURE
So. That had been an interesting assignment.
Jen walked back into her quarters carrying bags that looked suspiciously like merchandise, including a giant stuffed Miga doll whose head poked out of the top of one of the bags, and dropped them on the floor beside her bed before collapsing onto it in exhaustion.
It had been a draining assignment, but Jen really couldn't argue with the chance to go back to 2010 and check out the Olympics while trying to prevent an unscrupulous alien con artist posing as one of the Olympic mascots from, of all things, scalping tickets. You'd think that, being from the future and all, fleecing people on bets would be the more profitable criminal activity, but nooooo.
Anyway, it was really hard keeping track of one mascot imposter.
But hey, it had all turned out okay, Jen had tracked her quarry down, and she'd gotten to watch a whole bunch of curling. She'd probably sleep for the next two days straight, but she really had no complaints.
Jen walked back into her quarters carrying bags that looked suspiciously like merchandise, including a giant stuffed Miga doll whose head poked out of the top of one of the bags, and dropped them on the floor beside her bed before collapsing onto it in exhaustion.
It had been a draining assignment, but Jen really couldn't argue with the chance to go back to 2010 and check out the Olympics while trying to prevent an unscrupulous alien con artist posing as one of the Olympic mascots from, of all things, scalping tickets. You'd think that, being from the future and all, fleecing people on bets would be the more profitable criminal activity, but nooooo.
Anyway, it was really hard keeping track of one mascot imposter.
But hey, it had all turned out okay, Jen had tracked her quarry down, and she'd gotten to watch a whole bunch of curling. She'd probably sleep for the next two days straight, but she really had no complaints.