It is a cold Septemeber night. The wind flows between the dock's cargo containers, which are stacked into each other, creating colorful towers, creating a howling noise. The rain stopped only minutes ago, allowing the fog to slowly set in.
Alice yawns and leans in the foldable chair. She is a younger woman with neck-long dark brown hair and deep blue eyes. She is wearing a dark blue formal suit with a bullet-proof vest over it. On the left is attached a circular badge detailing the following: Alice Brown, Commanding officer of the NSF (National Security Force).
Alice plays with an old rubber band out of boredom and sips her already cold coffee.
She always hated night shifts, this one especially. She was sent out with a large team to the nearby docks to arrest a group of criminals, who are supposed to take in a batch of cocaine. Their plan was to wait for the drugs to arrive so they can arrest the ship crew as well, but after what felt like hours, their ship hasn't showed up yet.
As her eyes bounce around the large tent, they quickly skip over the large map of the docks hanging from the tent's wall, landing on her coworker Markus. He is a much taller man around her age, wearing the same equipment, with his nicely groomed light blonde hair and green eyes. The man, as bored as alice is texting on his phone, paying little attention to his surroundings.
Alice: ,,Who're you texting with?"

Markus: ,,A girl I met on Tinder, why do you ask?"

Alice: ,,Because I'm...