Heart On My Sleeve - A Valenfield Story

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𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: 𝕀𝕥'𝕤 𝕁𝕚𝕝𝕝'𝕤 𝕗𝕚𝕣𝕤𝕥 𝕕𝕒𝕪 𝕒𝕤 𝕒 𝕊.𝕋.𝔸.ℝ.𝕊. 𝕞𝕖𝕞𝕓𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕞𝕖𝕖𝕥'𝕤 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕖𝕝𝕤𝕖 𝕨𝕙𝕠𝕤𝕖 𝕒𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕠𝕗 𝕚𝕥, 𝕓𝕦𝕥 𝕠𝕟𝕖 𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕠𝕟 𝕚𝕟 𝕡𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕦𝕝𝕒𝕣 𝕔𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕖𝕪𝕖. 𝔸𝕟𝕕 𝕞𝕒𝕪𝕓𝕖 𝕚𝕥 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕤𝕒𝕞𝕖 𝕨𝕒𝕪 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞.

Walking down the hall, the wooden floorboard beneath him creaking with each step he took. The windows along the wall revealed the upcoming blizzard that was to occur. Raccoon City has been preparing for this severe weather storm for the past week or so, warning civilians it could cause power outages and inches upon inches of snow. Winter time here can get down right dangerous, but it is beautiful. The city even decorates for the time.

He likes it though - Chris. Winter time is his favorite time, aside from Autumn. Not only for it's beauty, but because work often gets canceled during those times.

Holding onto a stack of files, Chris continued to make his way down the dimly light hallway, no one else in sight. This side of the RPD wasn't used much, only by other S.T.A.R.S members and rarely others. Chris has a lot of work to do today. Mainly, writing a report on their past mission. Chris arrested a man who was threatening to shoot his girlfriend - It was rough. It was originally a job for the lower rank officers but then it got way to out of hand. Hence, now he's writing a long and boring report over the event.

Captain Wesker had him print up the interviews, logs, data, etc from the case and he's set Chris on it. Of course he did. Chris didn't have a bias on Wesker, he was just there. They got along but there were times where he wishes he could knock the lights outta that guy. He's an ass sometimes. Everyone on the team has gotten on Chris's nerves more than once. He has a short fuse, there's absolutely no denying that. But he tends to act like he doesn't.

Opening the door to the office, Chris spotted his other teammates, some of them working, some of them socializing. He kept to himself for the most part unless he was speaking to Barry or Joseph, they'd have to be his closest coworkers, especially Barry considering he's the reason he's even able to work here. There's also Brad but he's quite irritating sometimes. He's not like the rest of the men on this squad.

Then there's the bravo team, the lower rank version of the alpha team, he only really interacts with a few men on that squad. They're usually separated though.

Setting the files on his desk, Chris pulled his chair out and sat down, turning on his hunk of junk computer and waiting for it to fully load up. In the meantime, he took a gander through the papers, picking and choosing which he'd need for the report. Half of them were useless. Grabbing a much smaller set of papers now, he put them to the side, placing the others underneath his wooden, lengthy desk.

He felt the presence of a darkened demeanor behind him ; Albert Wesker. "Chris." The man stated from behind him, wanting to have a sort of talk. "Yes?" Chris responded, shifting his body in his black chair, facing up at his captain. "Are those what you'll be using for your report?" "Yes sir, it is, is that an issue?" "No, just checking, have it done by Wednesday." "You got it." Chris gave him a quick nod, turning back to face his PC, noticing it was finally loaded up.

He logged in, typing in his password and opening up the writing application. He was not in the mood to do this report but he's also not in the mood to lose his well earned job. He fought hard to become part of the S.T.A.R.S squad - Blood and sweat. It took time, but he did it... With the help of Barry, of course.