Sorry for the late update, I had to get a second job and it's been killing me for not updating sooner than this. Please feel free to bitch me out or give any negative words, I deserve it. But the good news is, I have plenty of the RE2 portion filled out.


Chris follows me out into the hallway before closing the door and walking up to me. "Listen, I don't care if you love my sister or not. I don't want you to have anything to do with her, understand?" He says in a deathly tone.

"Chris she's old enough to make her own decisions, let her grow up." I say back.

"She's the only family I have left and I'm not going to let a homicidal psychopath date my sister!"

"You haven't begun to see my psychopathic side. I keep that under wraps and for the homicidal part, the only people I've killed were Taliban, Al-Qaeda, and my father. Maybe you should do a background check if you don't believe me. Fucking asshole." I push past Chris and grasp the doorknob, only to feel a hand grab my shoulder and turn me around.

I saw the fist coming toward me, but I was stunned that Chris wold do this. I didn't know him that good, but good enough that where I knew he wouldn't hurt someone unless he was pissed. His fist came in contact with my nose, my head went back from the force of the impact. Then I felt a leg contact my gut. I crash into the S.T.A.R.S. door and land on the ground. I get to my feet and look at Chris, he glares back at me as if he was ready to kill me. I just stand there, ready for anymore attacks he might or might not throw my way.

He charges at me, fist pulled back ready to strike. Once he's close enough, he launches his attack. I grab his arm and twist it around, then I shove him into a wall and hold him there.

"Just let me know when you're calm enough so I can let you go and you won't attack me again. Or I can just kick your ass here. Your choice." I tell him.

"No-one's choice. Let him go Scott. Chris next time you attack him, make sure it's not while you're on the clock." A cool voice says behind us.

"Sure thing Captain," I say as I let Chris go. "anytime you want to finish this 'conversation' let me know." With that said, I walk back into the S.T.A.R.S. office.

I walk past most of the other S.T.A.R.S. members and they have an inquisitive look on their faces. I take my seat again and notice Brad fumbling with something on the transceiver. "What's wrong Brad?"

"This damn thing is fucking up again. This should do it." He said as he pounded his fist on the side of the casing. Instantly it sprung to life and worked properly. "It's about twenty years old, I've tried to convince Irons to get a new one, but the cheap bastard said there were more pressing matters than a 'walkie-talkie'."

"What do you expect? He's too much a retarded dumbass to get anything that'll actually help the force. He's too busy spending the police budget on useless shit like the painting and sculptures plastered all around the damn precinct."

"Just because Captain Wesker convinced me to remove your suspension doesn't mean that I can't change my mind, Bruhn." A gruff voice says behind me.

Closing my eyes, I turn around to see the fat figure of the chief of police, Brian Irons. "Alright, sorry sir, if the truth hurts that much."

"Watch your tone Bruhn. I could just as easily tell to you go the fuck home, pack your shit, and get out of this city. But eh, I take comfort in knowing that after tomorrow you won't have a job anymore. If you survive your mission, that is. I'll personally make sure you can't find a job anywhere else." He says evilly.

"Well it'll take more than a college rapist to keep me from getting a job." I give him a blow from his past that no one else had bothered to look up. Seeing his shocked face, I turn my attention back to my seat and put my feet on the desk again, "Oh by all means I plan on taking advantage of my last forty-eight hours of being a cop. Free background checks, I think I'll look up where you keep getting the funds to continue to get the priceless artifacts."

As Irons rushes out of the S.T.A.R.S. office, Marvin and Raymond both walk in, carrying my duffel bags. "I think you forgot to grab these from the trunk of our car." Raymond says as he set the bag down next to my desk. "What's in them anyway?"

"I'll show ya." I say as I open one and started to pull out my various weapons. "For starters, I've got a Heckler and Koch VP70, G36k, and MP5. Next up are two Colt M16A2's and a Colt 1911. The other bag should have all the S.T.A.R.S. customs I was working on." I say as I pulled each gun out. I opened the other bag and walked over to the gun locker next to the radio Brad was working on and opened it. Withdrawing several of the guns, I place them in their respective places, until Brad asks, "Hey, uhh can I get my Berretta from there? I don't want to travel tonight without some sort of protection."

I chuckle slightly and tell him, "Brad the only protection you'll need is a condom tonight. But if you want to take your Berretta, here you go." I hand him his gun and two clips for it. "just make sure the safety's on when your in a public place."

Brad blushes slightly as he takes the gun from me. Everyone starts to snicker and giggle as turns his attention back to the transceiver. As the snickers died down, I finished placing the weapons inside the gun cabinet and closed it. Walking back to my seat, I notice the newest S.T.A.R.S. officer staring at me.

"Can I help you Officer Chambers?" I ask Rebecca.

"No. . . Yeah, I was just wondering how you can be so calm when so many bad things happen to you." She hesitates. "And are you doing anything tonight?"

"Rebecca, you know that I have my eyes on someone else. So sorry, but I can't go out with you tomorrow night. As for your first question, I was a Marine. I was trained to maintain my composure, even when stared down by the most gruesome enemy."

"Wish I had training like that. I'm only a good chemist." She looks at the floor.

"Hey it's OK, what if there was a bomb filled with Anthrax. I'm pretty sure everyone here would kiss their ass' goodbye. I know jack-shit about defusing bombs."

"I thought you were in the Marines." Chris interrupts me as he walks in.

"The only way I know how to get rid of bombs is by tossing a frag at them and running my ass off to try and get out of the blast zone." I finish without looking over at the man. "Don't worry, Chris, I'll get my shit out of the apartment once we're back from the Op. Since I'm going to be fired once we get back anyway, what's the point of staying here?" I mutter the last part to myself.

"Good, didn't even have to ask." Chris says as he sits down.

I sit back and think about what the day could bring. There was enough time to clean the weapons again, but they were all in pristine condition. I already inspected the plates in the Kevlar vests for any cracks or knicks. All were still in perfect condition.

"You know you didn't say no to me about tonight, Officer Bruhn." I snap my head toward Rebecca. Damn, she's right.

"All depends on what you were planning. If it has anything to do with sleeping pills, dinner, a movie, and/or a one night stand. Then no." I reply jokingly.

"How did you know about the sleeping pills?!"

"I was just joking, besides I plan on going to the bar tonight. A few beers sound extremely good right now." Then the thought struck me. "Brad I need your help. Ask me to help you with something." I whisper to Brad.

Brad nods and says "Hey Scott, I need some help inspecting the birds."

"Sure thing Brad. Sorry to cut this short Officer Chambers, but duty calls." I say as I stand up and walk out of the office with Brad. We step through one of the doors that was on our way to see several officers taking a quick five minute break. I nod at most of them as we walk past. Heading through another door we encounter both Enrico and Kevin in the hall.

"Scott, I need a word." Enrico calls out to me.

I stop and turn to face Enrico. "Yes Captain Marini?" I ask.

"You've been transferred to Bravo Team for the upcoming Op. I need you to double and Triple check the equipment before we head out tomorrow." He tells me in his accented voice.

"Yes, sir" I salute before turning to Kevin. "Brad's gonna need some help checking the birds for any maintenence issues."

Kevin just nods and walks off to join Brad. "So you up to a couple beers after work?" I hear Enrico's voice behind me. I turn my attention to him and reply, "I had planned on going to J's later. Meet you there?"

"Sure thing, hope you don't mind Joe, Richard, and Kenneth being there."

"Not at all, it'll be good to talk with some of the Bravos to see what they think of the Op. By the way I know for a fact that all the weapons and gear is in perfect condition. I just needed to get away from Rebecca. She's seriously crushing on me and won't take the hint that I'm not interested."

"Hahahaha" Enrico bursts out. "I feel sorry for you. You've already got the rookie crushing on you. Hahahaha. Wait'll everyone hears about this."

"Just wait til we have those beers tonight. I don't want to remember their reactions."

"Alright, see you later Scott" Enrico waves as he departs.

I turn back to the direction the helipad is in and embark to see if there is anything Brad or Kevin need help with. Passing through the doors, I step out onto cement helipad and see both Huey's sitting there. Brad was looking at the engine on one and Kevin was inside the other checking the control panels. I walk over to Brad and ask him "Need any help?"

"Nope, this engines just fine. Bravos has a small fuel leak, but nothing major. I just have to find a way to stop it so I can Silicone it for the mission. Once it's back I can do a complete teardown and fix the problem at the source. Anyway, I got to hit the road on a couple minutes."

"Hey Kev, need any help?"

"Nah, everything's fine in both birds. Well except the fuel leak Brad found. We gettin some beers at J's tonight?" Kevin asks me.

"Yep, Enrico, Joe, Richard, and Sullivan will be there also." I inform him.

"So you're actually going to be in a small crowd tonight, that's . . . different"

"Well, the way Irons has been talkin', this'll be my last Op. So I want to get some drinks in with my soon-to-be former co-workers. Speaking of which, we get off in about half-an-hour. What to do to kill the time." I start to ponder for any good ideas.

"Well we could sit in the office and point out all the faults that Irons has done since we started." Kevin suggests.

"Nah, we need something that'll seem like it didn't take very long."

"We could sit here and bounce stupid ideas off each other."

"That works, wanna light your hand on fire?"

"No, I need both of them for tomorrow."

"Good point." I put my zippo fluid away and withdraw a cigarillo. "want one?" I ask Kevin.

"Never smoked, that shit'll kill you."

"What doesn't kill you, makes you stronger. What a load of shit, ain't it?" I ask as I light my cigarillo.

"It is, How bout we take the birds out for a "test drive"? Kevin asks.

"Now you're thinking."

We both hop into the Bravo chopper and as Kevin readies the bird for take off, I put out my cigarillo and put on the headphones before I strap myself in. "Ready Scott?" I hear Kevin's voice through them.

"Ready when you are Kevin."

I feel the jolt of the Huey lifting off the helipad and Kevin starts to fly over the city. "So far so good. The silicone Brad put on it should hold for the Op tomorrow for sure. Let take the Alpha Chopper out for now. I don't wanna risk a bigger leak. Aright?"

"Fine by me. Anyway we got ten minutes til clock-out time. Should we just start to head down once we land?"

"I had an idea of something pretty funny, but if you don't want to do it, fine by me."

"What was your idea?" I inquire.

"I fly the Alpha bird over the bar and you rappel down, full combat gear on, and act like you're going to arrest anyone in the bar."

"Dude, that's genius. But we need to recruit some more people to make it believable. Let's get Sully and Aiken in on it. They should want to do it, they love to do that kind of crazy stuff."

We fly back and I call Richard's cell. "Hello."

"Aiken, get Sully and both of you gear up. We're going to the bar in a bird. Be ready to rapple down also."

"That's some crazy shit Scott. But I like it. Hey Sully! Come on, we got something to do." I hear Richard call out to Sullivan.

I give Kevin a thumbs up to indicate the plans a go. Kevin hovers the bird over the helipad as Richard and Kenneth get on. I head to the back with the two and get some spare gear on that I store in the chopper.

As I do this Kevin heads out to the bar. "Change in plans guys. I'm going to drop you a couple of blocks from the bar. Sully, Bruhn, Carry Richard and bust down the door to the bar. Then shout to the Will that Richard was hit and he needs Alcoholic attention. If Will asks what that means, Richard you pop up and say you need a fuckin beer, NOW!! Got it?"

We all start cracking up as the thought of Will's astonished face came to our heads. "Let's do it!" We all shout together.


Sorry again for the late update. When and if I decide to have an RE2 set of chapters, It'll only be one or two long ones. Just letting you guys know. If you want me to have RE2 chapters let me know in a review, it'll be kinda like a poll, but only with reviews. I'; try to update soon, no promises.