Chris sat in the driver's seat of the police cruiser, sighing. He was supposed to be out on patrol today, but he was called back to the station. He was in the parking lot now, trying to put his thoughts together. Why did he get called back? He had been doing everything right, and he was one of the best cops in the station. He couldn't figure it out, so he opened the door and got out.

"Redfield," said an older man. Chris looked up and saw the Chief of Police, Brian Irons. "Get over here."

Chris sighed. Irons; go fuck yourself, he thought as he headed towards the station gate. "You called, sir?" he asked.

"Yeah, took your sweet time getting here! Nonetheless, I'd like to introduce you to our new officer, and your new partner," said Irons.

"With all due respect, sir, I don't need a partner," Chris protested.

"Don't give me that shit, Redfield. You're getting a partner, and don't you dare give her a hard time," said the Chief.

Chris looked up. "Her?" he asked.

Irons nodded. "Yeah, I present Officer Jill Valentine," he said, moving aside. A young girl, about Chris's age, walked up to them and stood straight. "Valentine, this is your partner, Christopher Redfield."

Jill looked to Chris and smiled, holding her hand out. "It's a pleasure to meet you," she said. Chris could hear the faint proof that she wore braces. Still, he took her hand and shook it.

"Pleasure's all mine, Valentine," he said.

"Jill," she said.

"Well, I'll let you kids get to your patrol then, off with you!" said Irons as he walked inside the station and slammed the door behind him.

Chris looked over to Jill and noticed she was standing in a perfectly straight posture, smiling as the Chief left. Great, a suck-up, he thought.

Jill sighed. "Man, that guy's a real asshole," she said.

Chris burst out laughing. Then again, he thought. "Yeah, he is. He's pretty much hated me since I started working here," he said.

Jill smiled. "I was asking him questions and he was just stuffing his face with Twinkies...I mean, it was just gross," she said.

"Oh Twinkies, it's how he solves every problem, or answers every question. Anyways, come on, we'd better get going before he turns into a crazy Twinkie monster and tries to eat us too," Chris said, walking to his cruiser. Jill followed him, laughing. They got in the car, and he looked over to her. "Valentine, huh?" he asked.

Jill nodded. "But really, please, just Jill," she begged.

Chris nodded in return. "It's just that I've heard that name before," he said. Jill shrugged, and they drove out of the station parking lot and down the road.

"So, working on any big cases?" Jill asked.

Chris laughed, "Big cases in Raccoon City? Please, nothing ever happens here," he said.

Jill looked at him. "Hey, how old are you?" she asked.

Chris was caught off guard by the random question, but grinned. "Nineteen, I joined up almost right after High School," he said. He glanced over to her, still grinning. "What about you, miss braces?" he said, hoping she wouldn't get offended.

"Just a year below that," she said.

"Really? Wouldn't that mean you just finished High School?" he asked.

"To be honest, I never finished..." she said.

Chris frowned. "How did you become a cop without finishing High School?" he asked.

Jill sighed. "Well, it wasn't the path I was supposed to head for so I apparently didn't need a full High School degree, but Irons cut me a deal if I joined, because of my skills," she said.

Chris was intrigued. "Skills? Wait...you cut a deal with Irons? You didn't-"

Jill punched him on the arm, but not too hard. "No, Chris, I didn't do THAT. Let's just say I was supposed to be on the other side of the law, but he decided he wanted to use my so-called talents for his team, or something like that," she said.

Chris blinked like something hit him, apart from Jill. "That's it! Valentine!" he said.

Jill looked at him. "Jill!" she said.

"No no, I mean I know where I've heard that name! Are you related to Dick Valentine? The all-time biggest badass of thieves?" he asked, excited.

Jill looked away. "Yeah," she said. "He's my father."

"Oh," Chris said, "sorry. I heard he got busted, which I can't say I'm too upset about...You got caught too, didn't you?" he asked.

Jill nodded. "Yeah, which is the deal I was talking about. Irons said he'd keep me out of any reports or jails if I promised to join his team and use my talents for good," she said.

Chris's car radio luckily sounded just in time to interrupt a conversation Jill really didn't want to be having. "This is Officer Barry Burton, calling for backup. We have a code Pink at the Raccoon mall. I repeat, code Pink at the Raccoon mall. Redfield, do you copy?" asked the man on the radio.

Chris grabbed the radio and pressed the button. "This is Redfield, bringing backup to location, hold your position, over!" he said, and put the radio back down.

"Roger that, holding until backup arrives, over and out," said Burton.

Chris flicked the sirens on and stepped on the gas. Jill grinned. "No excitement in Raccoon City, huh?" she mocked.

"Trust me, no excitement whatsoever," he said, turning onto the main streets. Cars moved out of the way as he sped by, heading towards the mall.