Author: More character development and some back story. Sorry it took so long with this post.

Raccoon City College

0539

Sept. 23, 1998

The phone ringing next to her head woke her from a happy dream. Opening her eyes, she reached for the phone. Bringing the receiver to her head, she said into it "Hello?"

"Hay there Linda. How are ya," said a familiar voice on the other end of the line. In her waking stupor she remembered that it was her boyfriend, Dan.

"Dan, what time is it," asked Linda, looking for her clock.

"It's 5:40. There's something I need to talk to you about something."

"It's too early for this. I've got classes and work for the next two days solid."

"I really want to talk to you, Linda."

"Fine, be that way. When I get done with my work I'll meet you at McCoy's. Make that nine tomorrow. That suit you," she asked, losing patience with him.

"I'll be there," Dan answered.

"See you then," finished Linda. She hung up before he could say anything else. What a jerk she thought.

Glancing around the room she noticed that it was starting to get brighter. Looking over at her alarm clock she saw that it was almost ready to go off. She did not fell like going back to sleep after the call. Might as well go for a run she thought. Quietly rising from her bed, she quickly changed into her running clothes. Looking over her shoulder at her roommate as she came to the door, she saw a bit of drool come out of the corner of her mouth. Damn her and her sleeping pills she thought, exiting the room.

Raccoon Police Department

0607

Sep. 23, 1998

A loud bang from the lockers startled the watch sergeant. Going to investigate, he found Officer Paterson sitting on the bench in his spare uniform, his previous one and his sidearm being at the RPD CSI. There was also a fresh dent in his locker. The sergeant moved into the locker room to see what was going on. He did so while making some noise as to not surprise Greg. Upon noticing the sergeant, Greg looked directly at him.

"I'm sorry to hear about Nick. He was a good kid," said the sergeant.

"I'll tell his family that at his funeral," growled Greg

"Hey. No need to get hostile," he said defensively.

Greg looked at him, then back down at his feet. "I got him killed. He was my responsibility and I failed. I plan to go to his family and offer for them to do as they want to me," he said, sounding very depressed.

The watch sergeant did not know what to do. Greg was one of the best officers in the RPD. He was usually not very social but now he sounded downright defeated. It would not do to have one of the RPD's best in such sad shape.

"Greg, tell you what. I am going to give you a week off," said the sergeant.

"I thought that Irons was revoking all leaves and holidays," inquired Greg, now looking at the sergeant.

"Well, I never really liked the guy. And I have a few tricks up my sleeve," he said as he got up and moved to the door. "Consider the next seven days yours." With that he was out the door.

Left alone, Greg decided to get going. He opened his locker and was surprised when an envelope fell out. Leaning down and picking it up, he saw that it was addressed to him and it was from the personnel section. Ripping the envelope open, he removed a single sheet of paper. He read:

To Patrolperson 1st Class Patterson;

I thank you for submitting your application to the SWAT/S.T.A.R.S. section. I am sorry to say that current freezing of all positions in the RPD for an indefinite period of time has resulted in the rejection of your application. I apologize for this and hope that this will not interfere with you upholding the traditions of the RPD.

Regards'

Arthur Hughman

Captain, RPD Personnel Office

Greg read over the letter twice. Why me, he thought. In a fit of anger he balled up the paper and threw it towards the trash bin. With this insult Greg decided that he needed to go out. He quickly changed into his civvies. One of the last things that he removed from the locker was a shoulder holster.

Inside it was one of his few mementos of his past. The pistol was a Colt Series 80 .45. It had been a present to him from an old friend when he graduated basic at Parris Island. It had custom walnut grips and a custom barrel. He slid this out of its holster to check it.

With a deft movement he jacked the slide back to check the chamber. Seeing it clear, he put a magazine into the grip and jacked the slide. With this done he looked at the blued finish of the gun, thinking. With a shrug he put the safety on and secured it in the shoulder holster.

Putting on a light coat to stop the early morning chill and cover his rig, he rose to leave. On the way out he passed several officers and gave his greetings. As he passed the watch sergeant he gave a wave and passed out of the doors.

Raccoon Suburb

0700

Sep. 23, 1998

Running out the door, Kevin Anderson clutching his backpack in one hand and his lunch in the other, ran toward the school bus. Halfway to the bus he heard his mother calling to him. Turning around he saw her hold up one of his schoolbooks.

Running back to his mother, Kevin grabbed the book and stuffed it into his schoolbag. His mother reached down and gave a hug before he could get away.

"I love you so much," she said to her son and gave him a kiss on the head.

"Me too," he said as he escaped his mothers grasp.

Running back to the bus, he knew he would catch the rear end of a lot of jokes that day. Kids did not think it cool that his mom loved him so much. He regretted he shows of affection.

Looking down the street before he entered the bus, Kevin saw a young woman jogging down the street. She looked similar to one of the people he had seen on the news during the summer. Some of those reports had disturbed him. Turning back to the bus, he thought no more about it.

Author Notes: Now everyone is caught up to my writing. This is my latest complete section. More will follow, hopefully soon.