Author's note: If you're still reading, then thank you! Here is chapter 2! Also, just a little fun fact, I nicked the title of this story from Ladytron's song of the same title. It's awesome, you should LISTEN TO IT RIGHT NOW! Great band. Anywho...


Deep Blue: Chapter 2

"Come in."

Wesker entered Colette's office. It was neatly organized, and contained almost no personal items.

"I have a few questions, that is, if they are questions you can answer." He said, his voice showed the intent to get answers whether she was allowed to disclose or not. Colette folded her hands on her desk. "Please, sit."

"What kind of research does your team specialize in?" He asked, taking a seat across from her. "Our...introduction was slightly vague on the situation. Are you researching evidence relating to all crime or--"

"Please, do not patronize me." Colette cut in, leaning forward onto her desk. "You think we would be your typical run-of-the-line research specialists? No, you know the sort of things S.T.A.R.S. concentrates on." She leaned back, eyeing over the man in front of her. "But you already knew that, I'm sure. Don't act stupid, I may be young, but I am not ignorant." Wesker smiled, a bit of spice to this one. "Well then, that answers that. And what of you?" He asked, leaning onto her desk, his lips curling into a small smile. "Tell me more about the newest squad captain."

Colette pulled back into her chair, her eyes shifted away from his uncomfortably. She cleared her throat and regained her poise. "As I said, I was trained as a ghost soldier, it was a small unit of three...I joined the army when I turned 18, was brought into the Ghost program almost immediately after and worked as a sniper until, well essentially now. So essentially my duty is to accept whatever it is your team's will need looked into, while commanding them should combat ever occur. A unit like this one is usually the first in though. Think of Epsilon as....a pre-emptive strike."

Wesker broadened his smirk, he was going to play this up for all it was worth. This woman was the potential key to specific information that could prove crucial to his work with Umbrella. In no time at all he knew she could be putty in his hands. "I wouldn't mind hearing more about that." He said. "This sort of thing intrigues me, I'm sure there's much we can learn from one another."

Colette was unsure of his perogative. This man must have been older than her, she knew she could filter through what she knew, what she could afford and not afford to let him in on. "-You must be a busy man, I can't imagine your schedule is flexible." She said, tilting her head.

"My dear, you have no idea." He rose from his chair. "Allow me to familiarize you with Raccoon City, it would be most beneficial if you knew your away around." Colette smiled. She wasn't sure what to make of this man. She was torn between him thinking she was a fool, or thinking she was a fool who fell for a man in uniform.

"Alright, I should be completed my work by five, I trust if you aren't here a moment afterwards that you don't want to go." She said, rising and walking him to the door. She admired his lean frame and groomed appearance, there were not many men in this field of business who took their looks into consideration.

"Trust me when I say I'll be here the clock strikes five." He said, closing the door as he exited.

Colette removed her S.T.A.R.S vest and placed it in a large cabinet situated in her office. She smiled closing the doors, she felt she was going to do justice to the uniform. Truthfully, she didn't know much about her own men. She didn't know much about their operations, people would believe by association that she was a researcher herself, but she had been specifically instructed to not deny it if asked. Her job was to send information and divulge results to those it concerned. Her real love lay in the art of sniping. She was a good shot, it was her ticket into Raccoon City. There was a knock at her office door, looking at the clock she noticed it was exactly five.

He was already there.

She looked at herself in a half-body length mirror hung against the opposite wall. She drew her hair from it's ponytail, caramel locks falling against her back. Underneath the vest she had just removed was a simple black v-cut shirt. She opened her office door, Wesker leaning against the frame looked her over through his sunglasses. 'Making it easier for me, you naive girl' he thought. He stood up straight and motioned her out of the office.

"I thought you had decided to duck out early." He said, even though Colette could tell her was joking, his voice was masked with such a thick layer of seriousness that she didn't bother forcing a smile. "Well, I would hate to miss an opportunity of seeing the city up close and personal." She replied, trailing slightly behind him down the hallway. He was taller than her, just under a foot it had seemed, since her prescence was still relatively unknown, the sight of this new woman and Alpha squad's captain raised an eyebrow or two.

"This is a pretty nice place...." Colette remarked upon entering the small restaurant. It was nooked between two large buildings but carried a sophisticated air.

"Yes, it's a good place to wind down with a drink." Wesker said dryly, pulling a chair out for Colette. She took her seat and looked around, the people here were dressed very nicely, she felt her work top and tight jeans were shameful.

"I'm not really dressed for somewhere like this.." She said nervously.

"You look ravashing, pay no attention to what the other patrons are wearing." He was very well spoken, another quirk Colette found interesting, she did not know many cops who talked like him.

"Thank you for bringing me out, it was either this or a night with the television." She laughed, looking down at her hands. She had folded them again, a habbit she noticed took place when she was nervous, trying to assert herself.

Albert had ordered himself and Colette a glass of wine, they shared stories from training, albeit Wesker's were fictional sprinkled with elements from the things he did not care to share with her. The had talked long into the evening before Colette toyed with the rim of her glass, looking down into the table. "I suppose we should go, I would hate to start my career here off with a headache." Wesker motioned for the bill, leaving cash and escorting her outside.

The cool night air pushed Colette's hair from her face as the two walked the few blocks from the restaurant to the police station. Wesker made sure to keep the distance between their bodies minimal, they spoke little but he knew exactly what was running through her head.

Just as he had been planning.

"Care for a ride home?" He offered, waving a hand towards his car. Colette smiled and nodded, "Sure, anything to save on taxi fare." She directed him towards her apartment complex, he pulled to the front og the building.

"Thank you again for bringing me out, Albert. I enjoyed myself." She let herself out of his vehicle.

"I'd like to see you again." He said, resting an arm on the wheel. He took in the view of her body, the wind tugged at her clothes and caused her shirt to hug against her curves, causing ideas to stir within him.

"You know where I'll be." She said, closing the door and heading to the building. "She's going to play hard to get." He said aloud. "And she's going to lose."