"Inevitable; sure to occur, happen, or come; unalterable."

There were some things in life you just can’t control. For instance; a power outage in the middle of the night resetting your alarm clock when you needed to get up for work the next morning, or a perfectly good hot cup of coffee getting spilled all over you after entering said work late, burning your skin and ruining your coat. Of course, those things can be dealt with; calling in and letting your higher-ups know you’ll be running behind, applying medicine to the burn, and buying new clothes.
I was okay with those things, even if they made me dread the day, however, I was unprepared for this curveball. Out of everything that’s been thrown at me in life, I’ve been able to handle it just fine. But everyone has a limit. Mine was an eighteen-year-old girl named Quiorra Novak.
It started when we got a call from NASA. Yes, NASA. Apparently, it was easier for this girl to hack into their satellites than it was for the guy in charge of said satellites to find her location. When they did finally pinpoint her location, they sent us the coordinates since she was nearest to our Department in Baltimore. And of course, being the newest detective at the Station, I got stuck with the job.
I remember how odd I felt when I first met Quiorra. I snuck onto her sailboat with my gun in hand, expecting either a middle-aged nerd trying to get information to sell for money or a rejected lunatic scientist trying to get himself into the system. What did I get? A girl barely out of her teens living on a boat by herself, looking as if she’s never worked a day in her life.
I had jumped down the hatch, pointing my gun at the person I would have to arrest, only to make calm eye contact with her as she sat in her chair. Half of the vessel looked like a whole computer store got stuffed and squashed together in order to fit in the small space.
I blinked, and the blue bubble from her gum blew until there was a small pop.
“Can I help you?”
Her tone made me frown, as she clearly didn’t care whether she could help me or not. Granted, I was pointing a gun at her. I put my gun slowly back into my belt clip, giving her a wary look.
“Maybe you can. I have good reason to believe you hacked into some sensitive information.”
Her bored expression didn’t change, but her brow did raise slightly, almost as if she was amused.
“Oh, did NASA finally find my location?”
I blinked again, dumbfounded that not only did she admit to what she did, but even sounded disappointed that it had taken this long.
“Excuse me?”
She sighed, sliding back in her chair, talking more to herself...