She had always been ridiculed by the rest of the force for her go getting attitude, which put her in contrast to the rest of the force's perfunctory views of their job. Though she had gotten use to this and stubbornly used it as motivation. Without support from her supervisors she took up the old case on her own. Her first objective was to find out how the gun used in a 1990 murder spree could possibly be shooting rounds today. The gun was still locked up in the departments archives room and thus perplexed her. There were two possiblities. One was that the gun was stolen internally and returned after the recent murder. However, after she checked the security log and cameras, this possibility was ruled out. The other was that the forensics on the bullets were done incorrectly, or worse, intentionally spoofed. So she cautiously decided to head down to the forensics department, knowing that anyone there could be crossing the department. The hair raised on her arms at the same time as her pupils dialated, her heart rate shot up and her hand gripped her gun. After a few seconds of adrenaline driven assessment, she lowered her weapon, and took in the scene around her. The head forensics specialist lay face first in a red bed of broken glass.