Detective James Picket's Office

"Ah yes," James said flashing her a smile. "I'm James Picket, as you probably well know. Please, sit." James gestured at the chair in front of his desk.

Mercedes flashed him a small smile. She took a seat in front of James. "Yes, sir," she said, blue eyes flashing in happiness. This, working in Superville as a police woman and hero, was her dream job. Even Evan supported it. He was going to try and get a job in Superville too.

She handed over her resume. "Here's my resume, sir. Do you have any questions?"

Mercedes unconsciously smoothed the gray pencil skirt she had chosen to wear. The turquoise top complemented her eyes.

James quickly read over her resume. Everything seemed to be in fine working order. She seemed to be perfect for the job.

"Only this: Why do you want to work as a law enforcer?" James asked.

Mercedes smiled. "Well, sir, when I was ten, my brother and I were in a car accident. If it hadn't been for the police officers who showed up, the people who rammed into us would have never been caught."

It wasn't a lie, but she wasn't sure how much she could reveal about her hero abilities.

"Well I think that's reason enough for me." James said. James sensed that Mercedes might be omitting some of the details and decided to find out more about at at a later date. "Welcome to the department." He stuck out a hand.

Mercedes' grin widened as she shook his hand. "Thanks, sir!" she said, as she shook his hand. "What do you want me to do?"

She was eager, that was for sure.

"Well really, it's been rather slow today, so just need you to file some paperwork." James said pulling down a stack of files. "Though if anything more exciting comes up, I'll let you know."

Mercedes smiled. She had done similar things for her parents' dental office.

"Any specific order, sir?" she asked.

"Nope, alphabetically would do." James said going back to the report.

Mercedes nodded.

She began the tedious job of sorting cases by last name, then first.

"Mercedes?" James said. "By the way, do you have a nick-name?"

Mercedes looked up. "Some of my friends call me 'Sadies', sir," she said, glancing back down at a file. "My mother calls me Mercy sometimes. That's what my name means. Mercies."

She grinned. "My mother wanted to name me Maria de las Mercedes. Papá said just Mercedes. Mamá caved in the end, though. How Evan, my brother, got away with a totally American name, I don't know."

"Sadies it is then." James said giving her a smile. "And that's just the luck of the draw."

"Listen, would you mind terribly stopping by the coffee shop down at Dark Knight Lane to get us some energy? I'm falling asleep here."

Mercedes stood up. "Yes, sir. What do you want, sir?" she asked, mentally ready to take notes.

"Coffe black for me," James said automatically. "A mocha double shot, a latte... just ask the other guys out there to make sure."

Mercedes grinned. "Yes, sir."