Resident Evil: Knee Deep In The Dead
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Karl sat in his bedroom thinking about the upcoming day he was finally going to try out for S.T.A.R.S. He was starting to get that flip flop feeling in his stomach about the test, he had never taken it before but he had heard stories from the other members of R.P.D especially his mentor Chris Redfield, who always told him no matter what happens during the test just remeber the basics and let you instincts guide you threw it. It was 3:00 am when Karl finally decided to get some sleep so he wouldn't be dragging ass on the course the next day. He quickly awoke to his alarm blaring that annoying beeping sound next to his head it was 5:30 am he wanted to leave early so he could get some time in the gym before his test at 7:00 am.
He got dressed in the usual R.P.D uniform and went into his kitchen grabbed some left over pizza from the night before and went out the door locking it behind him. He walked up to his most prize possesion a 1963 Corvette sting ray that he restored with Chris. It was the most gorgeous car Karl had ever seen it was hunter green with pinstriping, had the 427 big block in it modified with Holley carb, and the sweet rumble that came out of the exhaust at the back of the car was helped out by the hooker headers the he installed. He jumped in the drivers seat turned the key and listened to the rumble of the big block for about a minute and then decided to leave becaue it was quarter of six and if he waited any longer he wouldn't get any gym time. He put the car in gear and slowly pulled out of his front yard and when he hit the highway the clutch went in the gear went up into 4 and the pedal went down, he knew none of the guys on the force would pull him over and even if they tried they couldn't catch his car.
He got to the station and went inside said his moring greetings to the guys that were still pulling duty from the night shift and went to the locker room. Karl did not look like you average cop he was about six feet tall and built like a linebacker this of course was because of his football background. He opened his locker and got out his work out clothes a muscle shirt from under armour and some shorts to match and camly walked to the gym. After about thirty minutes of his work out he decided that he need to get some target practice in as well so he left and got ready for the firing range/course. After visiting his friend at the armory he got a standard issue 9mm with one extra clip he headed out to the firing range.
When he was finished with his target practice he headed inside it was finally 6:45 he was going to meet Chris and the Captain for his test. When he opened the door to the testing facility he was greeted with a large amount of cheers. He looked around the entire S.T.A.R.S team was there to cheer him on. He walked up to the Captain and Chirs, they handed him the written test scores ( he had taken them earlier in the week.) he aced that but now was the hard part the practicals. He walked out into the training field where the tests were always held. Over a loud speaker he heard the captain say "BEGIN" he drew his pistol (that fired small lasers like laser tag to show when he hit his target) and slowly walked through the course. No more then a quarter of they way through it he encountered a "hostage situation" he calmly neutralized the threat and continued on.
Finally the test was over, he walked to where the Captain was and walked through the door the captain handed him his evaluation sheet. He had passed but just barely two more points and he would have failed but none the less he passed. The Captain handed him his new uniform and pointed him to the locker rooms. When he emerged from the locker room he was in his brand spaking new S.T.A.R.S uniform. He walked through the doors to the last of the station and was met with a standing ovation. He was finally one of the most elite squads in america.
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