You were currently sat in one of the RPDs questioning room, your wrists handcuffed to the table. you'd been told that you were gonna spend a night or two in one of the holding cells... on the rock hard benches, in a freezing cold cell. amazing.

You'd become well known around the station, constantly being in and out of there, for various different crimes; drunk and disorderly, assault, disturbing the peace, vandalism. nothing terrible like murder but stuff that pissed people off.

You heard muffled voices outside the room, tapping your foot impatiently before the door squeaked open. you sighed loudly as you saw the captain of S.T.A.R.S come in, Albert Wesker.

"isn't there a cat stuck in a tree that need recusing somewhere?" you spoke sarcastically, gaining no reaction from him "i thought i said i didn't want to see you back here?" he spoke firmly, gaining an eye roll from you... every time you got arrested he'd come down and lecture you.

You were unsure why he'd always come and tell you off, since S.T.A.R.S didn't specialise in small arrests like this. you first met when he had to look after you when the officer watching over you had to run a quick errand... and ever since then when ever you got arrested he'd eventually pop up.

You heard him sigh loudly "what happened this time? why can't you just stay out of trouble?" he questioned firmly, leaning back on the table in front of you.