Disclaimer: I do not own any of the settings/characters in the below peice of fiction- they all belong to Capcom.

Warning: Nothin'!

Authors Note: If you read the chapter title, I'm sure you'll all know who shows up. So therefore, I don't think I really need to introduce anyone/anything. Enjoy!

Chapter 4- Sunglasses

Wearing sunglasses at night hurts your eyes after a while. ~Corey Hart~

Tapping a folder against this thigh, Chris sauntered down one of the hallways in the RPD humming a tune that had been playing on the radio in one of the main offices. Nodding his head once, Chris acknowledged one of his colleagues with a smile on his face.

Today was a good day- in fact the last few weeks had been very good. After his evening with Mindy the two had become good friends- friends with 'benefits' in fact. He didn't know what would come of the relationship, but it was nice to have a female friend around once in a while.

This day was also a good day because he was invited over to Barry's place for dinner- it had been a while since he had had a home cooked meal and was looking forward to something that hadn't been micro-waved or covered in salt in order to add some semblance of taste.

But more then that Chris got a call from Claire a few days ago saying that she was finishing up her final exams and was getting acceptance letters from different Colleges. This of course made Chris incredibly proud, and helped to give him a bounce in his step. Chris knew that Claire was trying hard, despite not being present to actually witness any of her triumphs. He was just glad that she was willing to tell him everything when he did find the time to call.

Walking along the hallway that was up above the main part of the building, Chris looked down to see numerous people congregated around the front desk and beside the large statue representing justice as it should be- civilians and police officers alike going through their daily business.

Chris was also feeling like an actual part of the city now- like he belonged in the community. Last week he had received his bi-monthly assessment and received top grades on everything for his conduct as a police officer and an official member of the RPD. No longer was he just a trainee, but a full time member of the 'men in blue'.

Coming to the end of the hallway, Chris opened the single mahogany door and stepped in to the waiting room, smiling when Mindy looked up from her work.

"Why, Officer Redfield, how nice of you to come see me," Mindy said, swivelling around in her chair to look at him as he leaned against the counter. Slapping the file folder on to the desk, Chris winked and flipped it open to give her some sheets of paper.

"I was told to drop this off before I went home- looks like more paperwork for you." Mindy made a face and snatched the papers off of the desk, flipping through them quickly before shaking her head.

"I don't understand why all of these Umbrella disruption cases need to be given to the Chief- they're just pesky little things like someone writing Anti-Umbrella slurs on an alleyway. Like the Chief really cares about that…" Sighing, Mindy put the papers down and moved her attention back to Chris.

"So, are you off for the day?"

"Yup, I just finished some leftover paperwork and I am good to go. I had a morning patrol today so things were pretty smooth. And I have tomorrow off, so that's always a nice thing to look forward too," Chris said, tapping his fingers on the wood desk top.

"Oh, well if you're not busy tomorrow night did you want to-" Mindy began before being cut off by a man who had approached the desk.

"Sorry to interrupt, but is Irons in at the moment?" The man's slight English accent carried its way to the two of them, snapping Chris out of his train of though that ran along the lines of how much he liked how Mindy's top revealed a nice amount of cleavage. Moving over slightly, Chris let the man approach the desk and began to fiddle with the pen that had been lying on an open book.

Dark tinted sunglasses, slicked back blond hair, and an aristocratic profile. This guy looks like he could stand to be taken down a peg or two, Chris thought before snorting softly and rolling his eyes.

Mindy and the man glanced at him, and Chris waved them off before looking away, becoming increasingly interested with the posters on the walls talking about breeding excellence.

"Mr. Wesker, right? Yes, he's been expecting you so you may go on in after signing your name in the book as per-usual," Mindy replied, cheery as ever. Looking around for the pen, 'Mr. Wesker' noticed Chris was twirling it between his fingers absentmindedly.

Realizing that the man was staring at him, Chris tore his gaze away from the ceiling and turned his attention on him, an eyebrow raised. "Can I help you, sir?"

"You are holding the pen I would like to use to sign in…" he replied, voice crisp and refined.

"Damn, sorry, here." Chris passed the pen to Wesker. Taking the pen, Wesker's fingers brushed Chris' causing him to pull his hand back quickly- fingers tingling.

"Sorry, I must have shocked you," Wesker replied, the corner of his mouth lifting in a slight smirk. Signing his name in the book, Wesker nodded his thanks to Chris and smiled slightly at Mindy before going through the door beside the desk. Chris watched the man leave, his eyes wandering down to check him out before he realized what he was doing, and snapped his attention back to Mindy.

"He seemed rather snooty," Chris said after the door was closed completely, a faint blush spreading across his cheeks.

"What, why do you say that?" Mindy asked, standing up to lean against the desk as well.

"Well he interrupted you and was all 'Give me that pen' and shit," Snorting again, Chris looked at the sign in sheet, seeing 'Albert Wesker' at the bottom in loopy, cursive writing. "And just look at how he signs his name- what a jerk."

Rolling her eyes, Mindy took the book and pulled the page out before retrieving a fresh one. "I think you're just jealous that he's a refined gentleman. He has been coming in for a few weeks almost every day to see the Chief, so he must be pretty important."

"What, for a few weeks? Is something going on?" Chris asked, no longer worried about the 'jerk'.

"Promise you won't say anything?" Mindy asked, leaning forward to give Chris a levelled stare. Nodding, Chris scooted closer to the desk. "I walked into the room once to pick up some papers, and the two of them were talking about forming something called S.T.A.R.S. I think it stands for 'Special Tactics and Rescue Squad'? Anyways, they're thinking of starting it up here for some reason."

Shrugging, Mindy moved away and sat back down on her chair as Chris stood on the spot, thinking about what this could mean.

"Think they're bringing new guys in, or are they going to recruit some of us?" Chris mused out loud.

"I don't know- but don't tell anyone what I said. I don't think it's supposed to be public knowledge yet," Mindy said before going back to her paperwork, making Chris wander out of the room, both of them forgetting about the possible date.

**XX**

"S.T.A.R.S?"

"Yeah, apparently it stands for Special Tactics and Rescue Service or Squad- haven't figured out the last part yet," Chris explained as he and Barry washed the dinner dishes in the sink.

"Where did you hear this?" Barry asked, scrubbing away on one of the pots as Chris dried some cutlery.

"Uh, someone I know… who knows someone else… who knows another person." Chris shrugged and fiddled around with a fork before putting it away in the open drawer next to him. "But that's not what matters. What matters is it sounds like we're finally going to have something to deal with all of these weird cases that pop-up around here."

Pausing his scrubbing, Barry sighed and looked out the window above the sink for a moment before he began scrubbing again. "Kathy will be happy to hear that."

"She still upset about you going into that Umbrella break-in case?" Chris asked, tossing the dishcloth over his shoulder as he leaned his hip against the counter.

"Yeah, she thinks things are getting dangerous. I mean, she knows I can handle myself- I did work on a SWAT team for a while after all- but she's worried about everyone else, you know? But maybe this team will be good for the city."

"I think it will be… I'm curious to see who joins it though. Think maybe they'll let us try out?" Chris asked, trying to be casual.

Barry stopped scrubbing again and looked over at Chris, a smile on his face. "Why, did you want to try out?"

"Well… maybe. I mean, it sounds exciting. Maybe I can do something worth while, you know?" Chris said, taking the pot from Barry to begin drying it.

"Heh, you don't even know if this is actually true! But if it is, I say go for it- what have you got to lose?"

"Not a lot, I guess. Just a bruised ego, but getting kicked out of the Air Force has already beaten it into a bloody pulp," Chris mumbled.

"Hey now, stop beating yourself up about that. I faired no better in the Air Force and you know that," Barry supplied, taking the dried dish from Chris to put it away.

"You weren't kicked out though- you willingly left because it interfered with your family life," Chris said, remembering when Barry told him he had been in the Air Force too, roughly around the time Chris had joined.

"Still, I didn't last long either." Standing up from putting the pot away, Barry patted Chris' shoulder and moved to walk out on to the porch with Chris following behind; each of them light up their own cigarettes before they leaned against the railing, the smoke from the sticks trailing up towards the sky to pollute the air around them.

"You should try out too…" Chris said after a few minutes of comfortable silence.

"Listen- if this crazy little rumour turns out to be true, then I'll try out as well. But don't get your hopes up, Chris," Barry said, shaking his head slightly as he looked up at Orion.

**XX**

'STARS- SPECIAL TACTIS AND RESCUE SERVICE'

There, in big bold letters on a simple white sheet, tacked onto the bulletin board in the main office, was conformation of what Chris has been hoping to be true. Reading through the sheet, little information was given except that if anyone wished to try out to be a member of the team, they should take one of the slips of paper that was sitting in a box under the sheet and fill out the forms.

Grinning, Chris bent down and picked up two information packets and some sign up sheets- one for Barry and one for him.

"Are you going to try out?" David asked, coming up from behind Chris, a curious look on his face.

"You bet I fucking am," Chris said, slapping David's arm in a friendly manner before walking off to his desk- a spring in his step.

"Looks like someone got laid last night," Mike said, coming to stand beside David.

"Nah, he just found out a new way to try and get himself killed," David said as he took a sip of his coffee. "You know how guys his age love to do the impossible."

I WEAR MY SUNGLASSES AT NIGHT, SO I CAN SO I CAN, WATCH YOU WEAVE THEN BREATHE YOUR STORY LINES! All of you who guessed Wesker showing up were correct- although he doesn't play such a big part in this chapter, he'll certianly be very important in the future... or maybe... next chapter? Oooooh! Anyways, thanks SO much for all of the amazing reviews- you guys ROCK! I appreciate the fact that you're all comfortable with the pace the story is going because I don't want to rush anything, and I'm relieved to see you all agree too. Anyways, thanks again!

Oh, and a few of you may be all 'Hey, you decided to make Wesker English!' -and that I did. Why? Because it seems like Capcom wanted him to be English from the beginning. I read an interview with DC Douglas (the VA for Wesker in UC, DSC, and RE5) and he was saying that when he did Wesker's voice they asked him to keep the English accent for UC, and then to slowly lose it in RE5 when he became more crazy and insane near the end of the game. So that's why I made him English!