Claire Redfield walked into the Raccoon City Police Department. She went to
the office at the end of the corridor and knocked the door. She was there
for the first time and was willing to do anything to become a S.T.A.R.S
member. She knocked the door again. An irritated voice could be heard from
the other side.
"Come in" it said. Claire opened the door and stepped into the office. 'What a nice room' she thought to herself as she looked around smiling madly. The man sitting behind the desk must be the chief. He looked like a nice man. She could imagine him frying sausage .She cleared her throat. The man looked up at her behind dark glasses.
"What?" he said with the same irritated voice as before. Claire took the liberty to sit down in the chair opposite of him. She tried to look serious. It didn't work.
"Well. I guess you must be the one to talk to about the membership of S.T.A.R.S?" she asked as she waited for the man to consider the question.
"Yes. I'm Albert Wesker. You may have heard of me?" Wesker said. Claire stared right through him as if she tried to remember something.
"...Uhm...no", she said with emphasis. Wesker raised his eyebrows.
"As you probably know. It's no easy job. For example, we lost two men yesterday. They died trying to protect themselves from zombie dogs..."
"How terrible", Claire said happily. "So, can I get the job?" Wesker leaned back into his chair.
"You have to do some tests. To see if you're good enough to be a S.T.A.R.S member."
"What tests?" she asked a bit nervous. Wesker stood up and walked over to the fireplace.
"Come here tomorrow morning and I will show you", he said as he poured some washing-up liquid into a glass. Claire raised and walked to the door.
"See you tomorrow then, Albert", she smiled and opened the door.
"IT'S WESKER!" wesker yelled at her indignant. "Sorry", Claire sneaked out of the room and hoped she hadn't screwed her chance to become a S.T.A.R.S. She went outside the police department and walked down a sidewalk. A crow sat on a lamppost high above of her. She looked up at it as it croaked. 'That bird looks like it's capable of doing a lot more than just threatening tomato sandwiches on the beach', she thought to herself and walked on.
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I haven't come up with so much yet. But I hope you like the story this far. I'll update soon. In next chapter Claire is doing her best to try to become a member of S.T.A.R.S
"Come in" it said. Claire opened the door and stepped into the office. 'What a nice room' she thought to herself as she looked around smiling madly. The man sitting behind the desk must be the chief. He looked like a nice man. She could imagine him frying sausage .She cleared her throat. The man looked up at her behind dark glasses.
"What?" he said with the same irritated voice as before. Claire took the liberty to sit down in the chair opposite of him. She tried to look serious. It didn't work.
"Well. I guess you must be the one to talk to about the membership of S.T.A.R.S?" she asked as she waited for the man to consider the question.
"Yes. I'm Albert Wesker. You may have heard of me?" Wesker said. Claire stared right through him as if she tried to remember something.
"...Uhm...no", she said with emphasis. Wesker raised his eyebrows.
"As you probably know. It's no easy job. For example, we lost two men yesterday. They died trying to protect themselves from zombie dogs..."
"How terrible", Claire said happily. "So, can I get the job?" Wesker leaned back into his chair.
"You have to do some tests. To see if you're good enough to be a S.T.A.R.S member."
"What tests?" she asked a bit nervous. Wesker stood up and walked over to the fireplace.
"Come here tomorrow morning and I will show you", he said as he poured some washing-up liquid into a glass. Claire raised and walked to the door.
"See you tomorrow then, Albert", she smiled and opened the door.
"IT'S WESKER!" wesker yelled at her indignant. "Sorry", Claire sneaked out of the room and hoped she hadn't screwed her chance to become a S.T.A.R.S. She went outside the police department and walked down a sidewalk. A crow sat on a lamppost high above of her. She looked up at it as it croaked. 'That bird looks like it's capable of doing a lot more than just threatening tomato sandwiches on the beach', she thought to herself and walked on.
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I haven't come up with so much yet. But I hope you like the story this far. I'll update soon. In next chapter Claire is doing her best to try to become a member of S.T.A.R.S