Post by Jill Valentine on Apr 4, 2020 21:52:22 GMT -5
Redfield was at the RPD, his team was on down time after the clean up. They were still recouping from the losses still and still counting their dead the following days but so far the STARS teams were in tact with no wounded. He had to hand it to Jill, had this STARS branch been around in 1998, they might have survived to see today. Either way it wasn't a matter of dwelling on the past, he had lost a lot of friends but he was still alive and surprisingly so was Jill and she was in the thick of it as long as him.
He was sitting at his desk drumming his fingers together silently thinking of everything that had been going on. It was getting late, Jill already headed out for the night and the boys who were still hanging around were drinking some coffee and throwing darts to kill time. A lot of these guys didn't really have families, they were die hard super cops who sometimes just slept in the bunks on the East wing and went straight back to work. To be honest, he was one of them as well. He spent a lot of time here, too much time.
That's when he decided he needed an out. He texted Amy, 'so how about that drink?'
It didn't matter if she was coming or not, he was going to the Crowbar for the night to drink past this latest event. Too many people had died recently and those numbers were steadily climbing. He heard from Burton they were accepting transfers from New York and Philly to maintain the man power in the city, that and GENTEC was getting involved more with their security division.
Redfield was out the door, jeans, a black form fitting t-shirt and a zip up STARS hoodie. He headed out the scanners and through the front gate to the city level where he just walked the rest of the way to the Crowbar and planted his ass in a seat at the far corner of the bar. Tonight was a slow night for the establishment by the looks of it, then again it was still pretty early. He checked his phone, no reply.
"Double shot whiskey, no ice," Chris said ordering his first drink, might make it strong if she's going to stand him up.
He was sitting at his desk drumming his fingers together silently thinking of everything that had been going on. It was getting late, Jill already headed out for the night and the boys who were still hanging around were drinking some coffee and throwing darts to kill time. A lot of these guys didn't really have families, they were die hard super cops who sometimes just slept in the bunks on the East wing and went straight back to work. To be honest, he was one of them as well. He spent a lot of time here, too much time.
That's when he decided he needed an out. He texted Amy, 'so how about that drink?'
It didn't matter if she was coming or not, he was going to the Crowbar for the night to drink past this latest event. Too many people had died recently and those numbers were steadily climbing. He heard from Burton they were accepting transfers from New York and Philly to maintain the man power in the city, that and GENTEC was getting involved more with their security division.
Redfield was out the door, jeans, a black form fitting t-shirt and a zip up STARS hoodie. He headed out the scanners and through the front gate to the city level where he just walked the rest of the way to the Crowbar and planted his ass in a seat at the far corner of the bar. Tonight was a slow night for the establishment by the looks of it, then again it was still pretty early. He checked his phone, no reply.
"Double shot whiskey, no ice," Chris said ordering his first drink, might make it strong if she's going to stand him up.