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_____ bus station is a hive of confusion, noise and functional disorganization.

It's nighttime. Outside a streetlamp or neon here and there provides an aperçu.

Sharp whistles pierce the mayhem, punctually. It is hard to see who is whistling, but someone is reacting, as the sharp alarms are occasionally followed by more subdued, approving peeps.

His desk is organized.

The officer has either realized his phone, at his desk, in the middle of the hall, is ringing, or said sound has broken a carefully measured threshold of his, informing him that the ringing of his phone will soon become priority number one.