Although Colette's house was fairly small, it was cozy, housing just her perfectly well. The morning sun flooded into her bedroom as she dressed for her first day at work. A dark purple turtle neck, a pair of black jeans and a shiny new badge in her pocket. She pulled her dark blond hair into a ponytail, the tips curling just past her shoulders. She was ready to take on on some cases.
When Colette arrived at the office she found the door partially open. Cautiously she entered to see sitting at the previously empty desk a very muscular man, reading through some papers. He was well-groomed and handsome, his brown hair short, dressed in a black shirt that complimented his musculature beautifully and grey cargo pants.
"Hi there." Colette said, resting her bag on her chair. "My name is Colette Ericson, nice to meet you." She outstretched her hand to him, he looked up from his papers and smiled, standing and accepting her handshake.
"My name's Chris Redfield. It's nice to meet you too."
"Charlie told me you worked in Raccoon City, I did as well...which department were you?" Colette asked.
"I was in S.T.A.R.S., I was the pointman for Alpha team, and yourself?"
Alpha Team. That meant he had worked for Albert. Colette swallowed the uncomfortable lump in her throat and forced a smile.
"I was actually in S.T.A.R.S. as well...although you probably hadn't heard of me. It was a covert operation, we got pulled out of Raccoon City before the incident happened. Thankfully. I never even found out the whole situation, I was kept completely in the dark."
"Yeah, maybe for the best." Chris said solemnly. He didn't want to talk about it. Colette had picked up on this.
"We...we have some work to do, why don't we review our first case, partner?" She smiled, motioning to the stack of papers on her desk, pressumably the same as the ones that Chris had been reading. Chris nodded and returned to his desk, leaning against it and picking up an overview.
"It would seem someone has a habit of killing some 'women of the night' lately. There's been three bodies in the past three months. No real M.O., other than the fact he's been trageting prostitutes." Chris explained, reading over the papers.
"Pretty reasonable. Lot's of serial's have targetted them, most famously Jack the Ripper I'd say. Mom issues, women issues in general. Their taking out a sick hatred once a month, a way of venting?" Colette suggested, scanning the sheet.
"Could be, where do you want to start?" Chris shrugged, placing the paper on his desk. Colette thought for a minute.
"We'll go check out the crime scenes, do some canvasing of the area and then come back here. Seems like a decent starting point." She suggested, looking over to him.
"Let's get going then!" He smiled. Chris was eager to start up a career that didn't involve his life in constant danger. He loved the adrenaline, and he loved the excitement, but he needed a long break from it after Kijuju.