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MAYOR ANNOUNCES 'KEEP CITY SAFE' PLAN

RACCOON CITY—On the front steps of City Hall, Mayor Michael Warren announced in a press conference yesterday afternoon that the City Council will be hiring at least ten new police officers to join the Raccoon police, in response to the continued suspension of the Special Tactics and Rescue Squad (S.T.A.R.S.), in effect since the brutal murders that plagued Raccoon earlier this summer. Joined by Police Chief Brian Irons and all of Raccoon's Council members, Warren assured the gathered citizens and reporters that Raccoon City will once again be a safe community in which to live and work, and that the investigation into the eleven "cannibal" murders and three fatal wild-animal attacks is far from closed.

"Jesus Christ. Jesus fucking christ what the hell is he thinking?!"

Alyssa Ashcroft thumped the crinkled front page of the Raccoon City Times's broadsheet spread onto the barrel J's Bar used for a table. The massive empty casque stung the back of the paper with splinters, and her steak sizzled the first bite paused an inch from her face. Her laptop was a few inches from her food, her paper, a few inches from that, and she refused to take that first bite.

"Ohh no. Don't you dare."

She was cut off before any action she even wanted to take by Will's arm grabbing her empty cup to refill it.

"What do you mean, Will?" she huffed, tucking some of her admittedly, mussed and disheveled blonde hair behind her ear. She'd high tailed there, the minute Tom called her and said he had the headline that day. She had been at that press conference, ready and willing to rip Irons a new asshole about the missing girls case he'd shoved under his slimy boot, but the minute he announced more cops in the already powder keg city...

"You have that look you get, Ashcroft when you're about to get the entire RPD at our doorstep."

Alyssa listened to a sudden hoot from the crowded bar. The college game was on and bets were being taken by the regulars. She'd stick around if she didn't have something to do tonight.

"I got it. Is Cindy working tonight?"

"Nah. She said she was feeling under the weather. It's going around I tell you. My sister called me saying that some kids she's working with got chicken pox or something."

"Ugh. Thanks, Will. I'll keep it friendly just for you."

Finally, she took a bite as Will retreated back behind the counter. J's bar was a busy place after hours. The curfew had been lifted in light of Irons's new plan, and she hadn't seen it this busy in the last year. The shelves were stocked, the island counter in the middle of the place packed with people watching the television at various levels of intoxication.

She fit in with the crowd tonight, in a black puffy coat, loose athletic pants, and a tank, one of her hands already wrapped for what looked like a fight.

Alyssa looked across from her, at the only empty seat left in the house, and pretended to thump the newspaper to an invisible Kurt.

"Can you believe this?" she mumbled, to no one.

Grace AWKWARDLY hovers near Leon as he tries to pull himself up by the bootstraps and carry on as if NOTHING is the matter. She bites down on her bottom lip, chewing on it as she tries to decide to IF she should intervene.

The FBI agent's heart BREAKS in seeing him STRUGGLE like this. When they first met, he wasn't in such bad shape. She can't help but BLAME herself for the deterioration of his health. If only she didn't run off with Dr. Gideon and Zeno in the first place. Grace DESPERATELY wants to make it up to the DSO agent. Therefore, that's when she rejects the notion that he can walk by himself.

The platinum blonde lifts one of his arms to wrap around her shoulders in order to make him RELY on her to carry his weight. She makes a little grunt, but she starts to move forward for the both of them so he doesn't STRAIN.

it had been rare to be sent out personally , a last minute propped up tent set up & any equipment that could be transported was ideal enough though for her. " you know if it was me I'd ask for a deluxe vacation by now , preferably away from any communication. " she tried to humour , as Thalia works to disinfect the wound on his arm & if it stings he only shows it in a brief furrow of the brows. " figured you'd deserve it , I can put in a word for you if you want. no promises they'd listen though. " after the post brief she had received of what had occured , Thalia figured at the very least she would leave the offer on the table.

@lkennedso || a small plotted thing

❝Oh come on - ❞ Claire kind of felt bad actually. After all, she HAD brought him here until false pretenses, but it was for his own good! What else was she supposed to do though? Just sit back and WATCH as he worked himself to death? That didn't suit her at ALL, and so here they were. In a small, but decidedly nice little beach front property and she had swim trunks in hand before she tossed them his way. She had all the confidence in the world that he'd CATCH them on instinct.

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By the time that they reached the ' party ' , the pair were covered in viscera from various obstacles in their way; some zombies, some armed guards, and a bioweapon that had given Jess an impromptu chiropractor session ( when her back popped she moaned in delight ) . All to end up at their stashed duffel bags so that they could change.

Once finishing changing clothes and cleaning up, they looked the part; a suit and matching coloured dress, which she loathed to wear, courtesy of their contact on the inside. Jess had, with some sizeable snark, told Leon that he cleaned up well. Among other things said through mutters, of course. All in good humour.

They blended into the event well enough to slip inside without being questioned. The place was huge, decorated ornately in a clear display of tasteless power and wealth. It was packed with enough people to warrant waiters lining the sides. WAITERS. It was impressive, really. Especially given how heavily illegal the entire thing was.

Jess was perusing one of the tablets displaying what was up for sale, downloading the information with a hidden drive on her bracelet, when they were approached by a sharply dressed man. From behind him, an elegant woman stepped into his side. The couple were talking, but Jess didn't respond much beyond an initial greeting.

Truthfully, she wasn't paying much attention. Not even when she withdrew from the screen and joined Leon's side. Not even when his hand found the small of her back, firm in warning of what he was about to say.

"We're married."

Her eyes widened more than they ever had before, brows arching up to her hairline. The look lasted only for a split second, and she doubted anyone had even spotted it. It was a look of CONFUSION and sheer DISBELIEF. But then she smiled and placed her own hand on his bicep, squeezing with force.

You're a fucking idiot.

Before her sits an exhausted man. His own blood staining the floor and the door he leaned against; contrasting with the yellow hue which just ahead was PANDORA. Strangely, the coloration of their surroundings is more diluted than what it should be. But she’s used to that. She’s been sitting on the floor with some distance between him for some time, patiently waiting for some kind of response.

When those cerulean eyes finally opened, they would be looking at a teenager wearing a hoodie and oval shaped glasses on her face. Though the one thing that stood out about her the most…were those monotone colored eyes. Not gray; gray eyes have a bit of saturation, these ones don’t.

Yet they somehow looked cold and calculated. Waiting to see what he would do next.

That was until she put her pressure off the hand she had been leaning on and straightened her posture. Her eyes shifted from those dead gray eyes to a pale blue; what should be familiar to the agent in front of her.

"Pff. Yeah, no shit. We had lobbyists, activists, and extremists all in one big bunch right outside the municipal building. The PCM had their big hitters all out, old biddies with no personality."

The Pittsburgh Incident was a mess and a half. They were lucky that particular strain was a little bit more reigned in and manageable, because those psychos had some fucking balls on them.