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July 20 th , Wednesday – Precinct One     “I cannot begin to express my sympathies,” Bogo said softly, though Judy doubted many were listening anymore. The room held less officers than it had at any point in her time with the ZPD, and Bogo was as broken as the officers themselves. The chief could barely look any of them in the eye. “This is the fourth day since the kidnappings. Last night, the bodies of several officers’ mates and spouses from other precincts were delivered to the morgue. We are now operating at less than one-third our normal force, city-wide. I will not attempt to convince you that we are anything but at war. We are still...