DI Drake woke up with his head pounding to the sound of his alarm clock frantically screeching. "Another day, another eight hours of dealing with that DCI of mine" he thought as he pulled on his jeans and leather bomber jacket. As he was leaving the emptiness of his Manchester flat, Drake swiped up his warrant card (which read Her Majesty's Metropolitan Police Force hereby gives Drake the rank, rights, and office of Detective Inspector). Drake decided to walk today, the station was only about a mile away, and it was too pleasant a day to waste on being trapped in a car. He arrived at the station about twenty minutes later and took his place at his desk. He looked up to see DC Valentine stalk into the office, she was new, so Drake didn't know her well. Drake shot a look at his DCI's office, no doubt today would be another uninteresting day, that always put his boss in a bad mood. Suddenly the phone rang....