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Subject: [UW!] Average Day In Racoon.
From: "Joshua McClellan" josh@bright.net
Date: Sat, 28 August 1999 10:01 PM EDT
Message-id: <01bef1c0$f3211900$b4248fd1@default>
Well here we go; Hang on tight.
Skyler took the off-ramp for Racoon City and went around a curve in the
ramp to find an Umbrella Corporation Relief Van sitting their. He deftly
hit the brakes and swerved into the gaurd rail to avoid hitting it, knowing
that if he had the engine of his car would end up in his lap after
impacting with the large Grumman Kurbmaster.
There was a loud crunch and he was jerked against his seatbelt. Skyler sat
for several seconds, his hands were white knuckled on the steering wheel
and he knew if he let go that they would be shaking. Inhaling deeply for a
couple minutes he finally let go and popped the catch on the belt. Reaching
for the door handle he jerked back almost into the passenger seat as a face
appeared at the driver's side window, "cripe," he swore softly under his
breath as he realized it was just the driver of the UCR Van.
"You okay Mister," the young worried looking man asked as Skyler climbed
out of the car?
"I'm fine," he told him but was drowned out by the man's nervous and very
long but sincere apology for causing his crash.
Finally he finished and Skyler got a word in, "like I said it's alright,
don't worry about it."
"Can I give you a lift into town Mister," the young man asked?
"Sure, let me get my stuff first," Skyler told him and walked to the back
of the Mercury and popped the trunk, he pulled out a small suitcase, a
duffel bag, a briefcase, and the hard plastic case that held his Brazzi 16
gauge shotgun.
"We can put your stuff in the back of the van, I'm really sorry that I was
stopped but I had a flat tire and I just didn't think, I know I should have
pulled further off of the road," the young man babbled as he pulled the
door up on the back of his van and layed Skyler's stuff in the nearly empty
van.
Skyler just smiled reassuringly and they both climbed into the van. There
was only one seat so Skyler had to stand up all the way into Racoon City
where the driver deposited him in front of the RCPD building.
Before going into the large ornate building he pulled out his Iridium
satellite phone and tapped in a number, the person on the other end picked
up after the third ring.
"Yeah Dave, it's Skyler, I'm in Racoon City but I need another set of
wheels," and he went on to tell his friend what had happened.
"Okay man, I'll check the local newspapers and see if they have any decent
cars for sale," Dave Kalaski replied.
Putting the phone away Skyler picked up his gear and walked into the
Police Station. Upon entering the building he was accosted by the sound of
people shouting and constructions work going on. As he approached the desk
that was sitting behind a fountain on a raised dais at the back of the room
he saw a harried looking desk sergeant that was being yelled at or talked
at by no less than six people at one time. Skyler caught the man's eye for
a second and asked him his question and the Sergeant just grunted and
jerked his thumb towards a door set in the wall behind him.
As Skyler walked through the door he saw that the floors and walls were
bloodstained and bullet riddled as were several pieces of furniture. He
then walked into an office with several broken windows that looked out over
what had once been a bullpen for officers, the door looked as if someone
had blown the lock off with a shotgun.
Behind the desk sat Deputy Sheriff Henry Tailor his chocolate brown
forehead wrinkled as he listened intently to the person who was on the
phone.
"Yes Mrs. Danitch I'll send an deputy around as soon as I can," he said in
a reassuring voice.
Hanging up the phone he noticed Skyler for the first time, "Something I
can help you with," he asked?
"I'm Skyler Davis, my lawyer said you would have the spare keys to my
sister's house."
"Oh yes, here they," Tailor said pulling a set of keys out of the center
drawer of the bullet scarred desk.
"Who was that you were on the phone with," Skyler inquired?
"Old Mrs. Danitch one of the few people to survive whatever the hell
happened in this town, it's amazing she is one of the crankiest meaniest
people in town and she survives, while people like your sister end up
dead," Tailor said moodily.
"Yeah, I know the type," Skyler said.
"Did you need a ride to your sister's place," Tailor asked, "I noticed you
had your luggage with you."
"I would certainly appreciate it, I had a slight accident on the
off-ramp," Skyler said by way of explanation.
"Well you can tell me about it on the way to your sister's house," Tailor
said and stood up pulling a stetson off the hat rack behind him and placing
it on his head. "I need to get out of this place, I only have a dozen
deputies, and half a dozen state troopers here to help me out, as well as a
bunch of FBI, ATF, CIA and god only knows what other agencies running
around here, and half the time my deputies have to pull them off of each
other before they can kill one another."
"Sound interesting," Skyler mused with a grin.
"Ain't that the truth," Tailor said running his assessment of Skyler up a
notch.
"Come on I'll take you myself," and Tailor led Skyler back out onto the
street and help him put his luggage into the trunk of the Arklay County
Sheriff's Department car and then they both climbed in. On the way to
Dorothy Davis' house the two men talked quite a bit realizing they both had
a lot in common and Tailor dropped Skyler off with a promise to pick him up
so they could go out for some beers later that night.
Skyler waved good bye to the Deputy Sheriff and unlocked the front door of
his sister's house and went int.
(Stayed tuned for the next segment, as soon as I can get it written that
is).