Drake continuously peered over at the round, antique clock that sat on a desk in the corner of the room. Despite the crowding on the small corner desk, the clcok was still readible, and to Drake's disproval, it read only 12:17 AM.
Being the type of person that valued his sleep, Drake didn't like working the night shift. Then again, he enjoyed patrolling with one of his co-workers. It was just that tonight, he wouldn't had to have worked the night shift. That is, if he had finished his reports.
He sat now at his desk, feet propped up over one angle of the oak table, a pile of paper spread out in front of him. His eyes traced over the single paper that laid on top the pile, but giving up, he closed his eyes tightly, leaning back even further in the chair. He didn't like tedious work. Especially ones that gave him headaches.
Time passed ever so slowly, and yet Drake remained with his eyes closed, in a sort of relaxed mode. When he finally did open his eyes, glancing at the clock, it was still only 12:22. Sighing, he removed his feet from the table and stood, stretching his aching legs. It seemed about just the right time for a break.
He started out the door, heading in one familiar direction in the building. It didn't take long for him to arrive at the break room, in which he went straight to the vending machine, checking the contents of the machine for some sort of snack.