OUTBREAK PREQUEL
I will first say I do not own any of the resident evil characters used in this story. Second I would like to dedicate this story mimi-having-fun, for writing one way cool Resident evil story titled Price of Redemption.
I made this story for two reasons, one I needed a change from writing my currant story and when that is finished you all can read it. The other is when I played outbreak I wondered why they were at the bar. (Except Cindy obviously)
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"Nuts, salted nuts, peanuts, chocolate nuts." Kevin said angry, then slammed the vending machine. Normally he didn't mind nuts, however when he gets impatient he gets crank and easily provoked. He turned to see, soon to be detective Marvin Branagh, carrying a small envelop. Looking from the beaten machine to Kevin, "Kevin I seem to recall, Chief Irons promising that if he caught you kicking the crap out of that machine again he would, hang you're head on his wall." Kevin gave Marvin his sideways smile, "Good thing I wasn't kicking it then." While leaning on the soda machine, Marvin reminds him "Well it would help if you didn't touch any of Chief Iron's art." As an after thought Marvin added "No matter how weird they are?" Kevin could not help but smile at a past memory. Noticing the smile on his face Marvin asked "What, Oh man tell me you are still not laughing at those school kids that got lost and said they heard Monsters in the swears?" Between laughing he shakes his head to say No "No man, it was the kid that we found in the Chief's office, HAHAHA." Marvin just looks at him for a second before saying "You are one sick cop dude." Nodding to the envelope in Marvin's hand, "Hopefully not for long." Before Marvin could hand him the envelope, Kevin had snatched it and was opening it like a kid on Christmas day.
Dear Mister Ryman
I regret to inform you, you're application can not be processed any further. While I am glad to see you are still trying to become a member of the Special Tactics And Rescue Squad, I must inform you that while you're marksman skills and athletic ability are above average you still require an element that will allow you to stand out from the rest of the applications that have been sent to us. Also I am certain It would help you're case to send us a personal statement from you're head supervisor Chief Irons who is also an ex S.T.A.R.S member I believe.
Respectfully yours,
Marco Palmieri, S.T.A.R.S National commander.
From the look on Kevin's face, Marvin could tell that it wasn't good news. "Another day of being one of Racoons finest, huh?" Clearly annoyed Kevin replies "That's not funny." Quickly Marvin say's "Beats me as to why you want to be in the S.T.A.R.S anyway, you make the same money as a detective and you have more of a chance of making it to retirement." Kevin rolled his eyes and explained, "Because, my entire family is in the army." To this Marvin just gave a questioning look. "My Grandfather, My uncle, My Dad, my Mom, Sister and Brother, I'm the first in our families history to not join the army ever and I want to be the best I can be." "Kevin, you're an idiot." Taking a second Marvin tells him "Listen, why don't you get out of here, I'll get Jackson to cover you're shift at tonight's game over at the stadium, he owes me one." Kevin nods "Cool, who's playing?" Marvin pointed down the corridor indicating for Kevin to leave now.
At his desk Kevin was just getting ready to head off when his desk phone rang, "Yo?" On the other end of the line a calm voice asked "Mr Ryman, good evening, so sorry to hear about the S.T.A.R.S turning you down again, but I am confidant in your abilities that you will prove yourself." Not really listening "Yep life sucks, now where did I put that candy bar?" "Fourth draw down on your left, Mr Ryman." Kevin Looks, and finds it where the guy on the phone said, "Who are you and what do you want?" "Call me Trent, Mr Ryman; I believe something may happen tonight that may become an inconvenience to you." Looking around the room for a camera or something, "Like what exactly?" "You would not believe me Mr Ryman, Be at J's bar in an hour andI'll meet youthere, one last thing Mr Ryman, I wouldn't tell anyone else about our conversation, for you're safety as well as my own." Before Kevin could say a word Trent hanged up. Thinking it over for a second Kevin pulls out a small key from his pocket. He unlocks the second draw in his desk and takes out his 45. automatic. While looking at his gun he say's "No harm in coming prepared."
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A/N Ok I know that this is short, but it is a prequel. Also for any of you people that don't know who Trent is, he is a character from the Resident evil books that helps the S.T.A.R.S out from time to time. I recommend the books to all resident evil fans. If anyone has any questions then give me a way to reply to you.