Raccoon City, a average sized city alone within the forest surrounded by the Arklay Mountains. The cold night air blows through the nearly empty streets emphasizing the darkness that is to come.

Nifar:
New to town you arrive at the police station which is a large two story building that from the outside looks as though it might of been a museum that was converted into a police station.

Alan Bates:
Walking past the police station you see a cop that you have never seen before exit his car. Your budy Frank says "Hey look, thats the third new cop this week. I wonder where they're getting em all from?"

Sandy:
Trede Litely is calmly sweeping up at the pharmacy which is near empty. His boss Trent comes over puts a hand on his shoulder and says "Don't stay too late tonight Trede, people have been going missing lately and I don't want to lose my favorite custodian." With that he leaves him to his sweeping. You notice an old newspaper on the floor.

Mike walks up the steps to the front door of the police station and goes in. Once inside, he heads over to the front desk and gets the attention of the lady there.

"Hi, I'm Michael Brunswick, the new transfer from the LVPD. I was told to report in here." As Mike speaks he glances around at his surroundings, slightly awe-struck by the size of the place.

Trede picked up the dirty paper and examined it with more irratation then curiosity. He sighed to himself as he thought of the kind of person who would simply drop this in the middle of the floor, a trash can not 4 feet away.
He was about to toss the old rag when noticed the headline...

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Nifar:
The woman says "Ah yes Mr. Brunswick, we've been expecting you. You are going to be partnered with seargent Winsfield." She turns to the side and yells "Hey Mac, your partner just arrived!"
A tall man(6ft 5) built like a brick walks over towering over Mike, he extends his hand and smiles a toothy grin.
"Ah, you must be Michael Brunswick, I'm Seargent Mac Winsfield. I'd like to welcome you to the Raccoon Police Department. Raccoon City is a quiet place but I'm sure you'll feel quite at home here."

Sandy:
The headline reads: S.T.A.R.S. Disbanded After Many Deaths by Alyssa Ashcroft

Trede didn't reconize the names, but the sight of that one word made him read on. He'd always liked the word. Just the sound of it, the way it made his tounge tickle his lips when he said it slowy.

"Death... "

He flipped through the dusty paper until he found the full article.

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"eh, who notices cops anyway?" Alan said back to his buddy. "really, only think you need to make sure of is there's not one close enough around when you're beating on somebody."

"Now come on, I got just enough cash for an extra shake at the malt shop and I'm looking for a lucky lady to impress." Alan paused. "hey, that almost rhymed!" he said, even thought it really didn't.

Alan Bates:
Frank says "Right! Ah well. To the malt shop."
The duo head to the malt shop which is mostly empty. The man at the counter turns to them and says "What can I get you boys?"

Sandy:
The articles reads:
S.T.A.R.S. have recently been disbanded by Police Chief Iron Brians after the deaths of the majority of its members including its leader, Albert Wesker. A few weeks ago S.T.A.R.S. Bravo team which consisted of seven members was sent to investigate the recent deaths near the forrest of people reportedly being eaten. After Bravo team did not return after 5 hours went by, Alpha team which consisted of six members, went in to invesigate. The next day only five of them returned but when promoted with questions, they refused to talk about it. Must be very tramatising indeed. Chief Iron Brains refused to comment on the situation and shortly thereafter disbanded S.T.A.R.S.. Where are they now? Who knows.

Mike shakes the Sargent's hand and says "Just call me Mike. I think I could use some quiet for a change, after Las Vegas. Don't get me wrong, it was an okay town, but I'll be damned if there wasn't a murder or an armed robbery to deal with every week. Some of the forensics team were real pricks too. Anyway, I'm looking forward to working here, so why don't you show me where to put my stuff, and you can explain how things work around here."

"Sure. Right this way." Mac takes Mike through the first door on the left into a room full of offices where there is the hustle and bustle of police officers moving around or doing paper work. They come to an empty looking desk towards the middle of the room. "Heres your desk. You can drop your stuff here and I'll give you a tour of the place. This place is very large as you can probably tell. It used to be a museum before the town bought it for the R.P.D..It can be quite easy to get lost around here If you don't know where everything is."

Alan looked around the malt shop. Ther really wasn't a whole lot of people there so looking for trouble and picking up babes were both out of the question. He actually felt rather disappointed by the whole thing. It just ruined his appetite altogether.

"eh, I'll just take a coke," he said, plopping down a large handful of small change to pay for it.

There were other places to look for trouble.

"Here you go" The man says as he places a coke in front of Alan.
You see a newspaper from today on the counter.

Mike sets his stuff down on his desk the turns to face Mac. "Thanks. Also, yeah, I did notice the size from the outside. The precinct house back in Vegas wasn't even close to this size."

Sandy finshed the article with a bad taste in his mouth. In contrast to how he felt about that word, the idea of canabalism left him uneasy. He tossed the paper in the trash where it belonged and finshed sweeping.

After he was done he sat on the counter and reviewed his work. He wasn't in any rush to get home, there wasn't much waiting for him back there. Maybe he'd just sit here for a while...

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Nifar:
"Well then. First on the tour is the evidence room which is the only other door out of the offices...." Mac is suddenly interupted by the woman from the front.
"Mac, Mike, we got a disturbance on Sherry Avenue. The Chief wants you two to check it out."
"Well I guess the tour will have to wait. After you." He motions towards the front door.

Sandy:
As you are sitting quietly you hear the sound of a trashcan falling over outside

Mike headed outside and waited on Mac. Once Mac got outside, Mike gesture toward the parking lot and asked him "My car, or yours?"

...I should check...I work here, so Its my job... right?
Reluctantly, Trede slid from his post on the front counter and took 2 steps toward the door. Then he took 5 steps back and retrived his broom. Hopefully, that would be enough to protect himself from any deranged drunkereds he may find.

Trede exited the building through the sidedoor

This post has been edited by Sandy on Dec 7 2008, 09:40 PM

Nifar:
"Lets take mine"

Sandy:
Outside Trede sees a knocked over garbage can and a trail of garbage going into the darkness. Behind him he hears a growl

"Alright"

Mike follows Mac to his car, and gets in on the passenger's side.

Mac gets in and turns on the gas. "Now lets go see what this is all about."
The two drive until they reach Sherry Avenue where there seems to be loud noises coming from the building marked J's Bar.
"Alright. Lets be careful here and make sure no one gets hurt." Mac says to MIke as he walks cautiously to the front door

Mike follows him silently, after giving a quick nod to indicate that he understood.

((Is it safe to assume that both me and Mac have our belts and stuff?))