-11. Introduction
Hair neatly done, check. Clothes freshly laundered and stuff, check. Breath…uh, crap, mint…check…Well at least I look good.
Chris looked at himself one last time in the mirror, seeing a clean cut future cop sucking on a mint.
God I hope there's no hot women there.
He grabbed his 'Made in Heaven' jacket from it's hanger and paused only to lift down the trash bag, taking it to the outside can. The jacket never made it to his shoulders, getting thrown onto the passenger seat of the jeep, keys slotted into the ignition, a picture of Claire rattling against the steering wheel.
"Let's get this over with." he muttered, flinging the car into reverse and barrelling out into the street -
Right into a Chevrolet Monte Carlo LS, brand new, a deep black, and the most gorgeous car he'd seen on Raccoon's roads for a long time, indeed, it made his jeep look like a rusting junk beside it.
As soon as the crunch came, Chris's spirits fell like stoned bird or two. Shoulda known today started out too well. He switched off the engine and got out, taking the keys with him.
The other driver was getting out now, and he didn't look happy…though he didn't look angry either…rather neutral in fact, for someone who'd just had their brand new car slammed into by a retard reversing without looking.
"Shit man, I'm sorry, I was in a rush, didn't notice you coming, my fault entirely -"
"Please, there was hardly any damage done," the driver said smoothly, waving a pale hand.
Chris took in the driver's overall look, slicked back blonde hair, sunglasses, dark clothing, pale skin and a slight drawl.
Great, he crashed into a ponce.
At least he was being a nice ponce.
"Still, shoulda been looking. You got insurance right?" he questioned the blonde, who gave a nod in return. "Great, me too. You got something to write on?" Another nod, and he returned to the car to fetch said writing implements, returning with a white pad and a pen. A moment of scribbling and he handed over a page with neat, slanted hand writing, followed by the pad and pen.
Chris's handwriting wasn't quite so neat, and there was also a fair number of errors which he had to fix before handing over a messy sheet with another apology, also waved away.
The two drivers separated, returning to their vehicles, and Chris drove back up the drive way to let the blonde get away, soon backing out again, more carefully, and heading to his job, hoping to god he wasn't late.
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He was directed by the receptionist to the STARS office, and half way through hearing the directions remembered where he was supposed to be going, realising the blonde bimbo was trying to send him to the garage instead. He frowned and left her speaking in a monotone, finding the path swiftly through the thronging cops and law breakers.
Ah, there is was, the STARS office. Breathing deeply, he opened the door and walked in.
…Shit.
If it wasn't the ponce he'd hit with his car…in a STARS uniform.
Double shit.
The blonde looked up from his desk and smirked knowingly. "I thought your name was familiar, Mr Redfield." God damn that drawl.
He gave a nervous cough and nodded. "Look man, I'm really sorry about your car-"
"We're not here to discuss that incident, we're here to discuss your career."
"…"
"Follow me." he turned and walked away, and as Chris followed, he couldn't help but notice one thing.
The ponce had one fine ass.
