You collide with someone on the street, causing them to drop their files.
Annoyance flickered across her features as she glanced up at the figure responsible. She straightened, meeting their gaze with a hint of irritation. Are you just going to stand there or are you going to help me pick them up?
You notice a classified file, perfect you think to yourself as you're in need of a Private Investigator. (You decide for what.)
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