Gemotions

The steel door of the precinct slammed shut behind him with an echoing boom. Liam, a fresh graduate from the academy, wanted to pound his fist on the door. Sergeant Miller, his mentor, was gone, transferred to another precinct without even a cursory goodbye. The note read like a form letter, devoid of any genuine feeling.

He stalked through the station, his boots thudding against the linoleum. He kept his gaze lowered, trying to contain the fury boiling within. He felt an intense urge to cause trouble, to disrupt the order.

He saw the coffee machine and deliberately bumped into it, splashing the dark liquid across the pristine floor. A cold satisfaction, if only fleeting, washed over him.