Cecile and her two sisters, Clemence and Charlotte were on patrol duties that afternoon. Other than their uniform sleeves and weapons, their hair color patterns and eyes were covered and shaded by a black beret, making them almost indistinguishable from each other.
As an incubus and pale girl approached the walls of the city, Cecile, followed by her sisters, walked up to the man.
"Stop. State your name, race, and reason for coming." She ordered.
"My, must we be so difficult with civilians when our shift is almost over?" Charlotte giggled to herself on Cecile's left.