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Interest is most definitely peaked


The news reporter grinned excitedly into the camera with her microphone in hand, it shook with the anticipation flowing throughout her body. The annual OI Trainer Program lottery had become a big spectacle to the point where families would put down everything to watch it together. The amount of people with their names on the list for selection numbered in the hundreds of thousands, a lucky twenty were to be selected to receive a helping hand in starting their pokemon journey.

"We've had a week of build up! We've caught up with former winners who have gone on to do great things! But now...we are only FIVE minutes away from this years draw!" The excitement in the reporters voice was shared by everyone watching, whether they knew someone with their name in the draw or not. "Who will be lucky enough to be selected this year? Stick with us until after this short break to find out!"

The reporter faded from the screen as the obligatory commercials ran advertising everything from biscuits to life insurance. With the number of people tuned in the cost to run an advert would have been extortionate, the viewing numbers triple any of the standard programming. Somewhere the station owner would be rubbing his hands together as he counted the extra zeroes.

"Welcome back folks! It's now time for use to go to the stage and get this years draw underway! Good luck to everyone!" The reporters reappearance was shortlived as she was replaced with a view of the stage. On it was the familiar face of Professor Arianna Oak. She was the current lead professor and owner of the Oak Institute and the primary reason for the OI Trainer Program existing. As the camera zoomed in on her she smiled and began to speak.

"Once again it's time for us to help a group of twenty people realise their dream of exploring this wonderful region in the search for pokemon. We have done this for quite a number of years now and it never fails to grab the publics attention...the support they show the Institute and these new trainers really gives me hope for this world of ours." There was a round of applause from the audience in attendance. Arianna raising her hands gesturing for quiet. "Thank you. I just want to say that the work the previous trainers have done is beyond measure. There are the obvious well reported instances of them stepping up to help out people and pokemon alike, but each and every trainer who has left here has done something to make this world a better place. I have full confidence that this years group will do the same." The applause rang out once again, this time Arianna leant forward towards the microphone in front of her. "So without further ado, let's get this started!"

The cheers became rapturous as the draw began, people within the crowd overcome with excitement. The crowd was made up of people whose names were in the draw, taking the chance that they would be lucky enough to have their name called. For those at home watching on TV, the screen showed the screen of the randomiser. The hundreds of thousands of profiles rotated in and out for a few seconds before finally coming to stop on the first person. A picture of a young teen, his hair fiery red and eyes a deep brown, was on the screen next to the name Gregory Handscombe. There were claps from within the arena as the profile appeared in front of them, each person hoping that it would be their name next.

The draw carried on much the same way for the following ten minutes until it was completely finished. The generator made way on the screen for the finalised list of those lucky enough to be selected for this years OI Trainer Program.

Gregory Handscombe, Victor Willows, Harry Thompson, Tim Smith, Samantha Riley, Rebecca Pierce, Lewis Morgan, Bobby Neil, Lance Goodthrust, Karl Symonds, Alan Stevens, Magnus Barry, Aubrey Longfellow, Corbin Sullivan, Malie Makana, Mark Longfield, Hannah Carey, Vivienne Nexane, Eddy Kaufman and then last on the list was Damian Grant. A mixture of all genders and races made up the list, all twenty people to soon become pokemon trainers. The excited reporter returned to the screens one more, her face lit up even more that it was previously.

"Well that's it for this years lottery folks! Stay tuned for The P Team! If you have a problem, if no one else can help, and if you can find them....maybe you can hire The P-Team! Goodnight!" With that the broadcast ended and the draw was complete for another year. Behind the scenes the Institutes team was hard are work informing those lucky enough to be selected. A draft letter was created and sent out with the next steps.



With the letter sent out, the twenty people lucky enough to be selected for the program made their way to the Institute ready to start their adventures. Coming together from all over the world for all different reasons, these people were starting something bigger than any of them could have ever imagined.






Sully entered the reception of the Institute to find a lone desk sat amid a vast, open area. Behind the desk was a young woman, her black hair neatly tied up into a ponytail. She caught a glimpse of the young man entering the building and cast him a smile with her bright smile. Still taken aback by the sheer size of the Institute's building Sully was unaware of the receptionist try to grab his attention. She continued to smile a little longer before calling out to him.

"Excuse me sir. Can I help?" Her words snapped Sully back into the real world and he turned to looked her. He rubbed the back of his head and approached the desk. "I'm sorry," he said, "I just can't get over the size of this place."

The receptionist covered her mouth as she laughed trying not to seem rude. "It's okay. We get that reaction alot. While it's not the tallest building in Kanto it certainly covers the widest area. With the building itself and the grounds for the pokemon to roam in, it covers an area equal to a small city." Sully's jaw dropped as the sheer scale of the Institute was starting sink in. The receptionist giggled once more making Sully close his mouth.

"So I presume you're here for the trainer program?" Sully nodded in acknowledgement, he could feel his mouth getting dry as nerves started to set in. "So what's your name?" Sully provided a one word answer, the dryness of his mouth wouldn't let him say much more either way. "Corbin Sullivan." He reached deep into his pocket and unwrapped a sweet, putting it in his mouth in a hope to stop his sudden onset drymouth.

With his response the receptionist focussed on the computer in front of her briefly, her fingers tapping away rapidly at the keyboard. When she was done she looked back to to him. "Ok great. So everything is in order with your registration. I'm just going to need you to head to the orientation room. If you head down the corridor to your right, follow the signs and they will take you to where you have to go." Casting a glance to his right Sully could see a long, brightly lit corridor. He turned back to the receptionist to bid her farewell. "Thank you for your help. Take care." As he turned to leave the receptionist spoke one last time, "It's no problem. Good luck on your journey."

Sully began to make his way through the corridors, stopping occassionally to peek through a window. One window kept his attention longer than the others however. Within it was a single scientist but he wasn't alone, the room was filled with pokemon eggs. As far as Sully could see the room kept going backward, endless rows of eggs being carefully looked after. Each was situated in a padded case with a name tag, but they were too far from the door to make any names out. After separating himself from the egg room he moved onward.

Rounding the last corner towards the orientation room caused Sully to stop still. The painted walls had made way for glass panels allowing Sully to see outside. He was presented with the sight of a wide open field flanked by thick forestry. At the far end of the field sat a small mountain that had a river running down it to a lake at the bottom. Across his entire line of sight were pokemon, their numbers nothing like anything he had seen before. Stepping forward towards the glass on one side Sully pressed his face against it trying to get as close as he could. The Institute had built what he could only describe as a Pokemon Utopia, a sanctuary for injured or discarded pokemon with it's own breeding program. This is amazing... Lost to the world once again, Sully spent ten minutes staring out of the window. When he finally came round he walked the length of the corridor and entered the orientation room.

The room wasn't the biggest he had seen during his walk through the Institute but it was certainly as fancy. It was spotlessly clean from top to bottom, the tops of the tables cleared apart from two boxes. At the back of the room was a man wearing a white lab coat and behind him was a tube that disappeared into the ceiling above. "Welcome to orientation Sully. I'm Professor Hackett." Hearing his name threw Sully for a moment before realising the receptionist would have passed on his details. "Hey there."

Gesturing to the boxes in front of him the scientist called Sully forward. "If you want to come over here were can get you set up and off to the waiting rooms." The soon to be trainer listened to the request and crossed the room, stopping opposite the table the scientist waited at. The man reached into a box and pulled out what was clearly a Pokedex, handing over to Sully.

"As promised in our letter here is your very own Pokedex. In addition to being a log of what pokemon you encounter it has additonal functionalities. It is a mobile telephone, GPS, diary, music player and has many other functions. I could list them all for you now but you'd never get started on your journey." Sully looked down at the pokedex in front of him, sliding it open to reveal a simple menu to each function. "Seem's easy enough to use." The scientist smiled and continued on.

"Exactly. It has come pre-programmed to include the phone numbers of your emergency contacts and Professor Oak. In addition to this we have..." As the man spoke he pulled out a card from the other box, "...your OI Card. This will get you fed and transported anywhere in Kanto at no cost to yourself. In addition it can also be used to book you into hotels." Taking the card Sully gave it a once over before placing it into his wallet. Looking back up Sully was greeted by a handful of Pokedollars. "Take this courtesy of the Institute. It is entirely up to you how you spend it." Sully smiled as he placed the currency in hit wallet. It's not much but it's a start. Sully kept his thoughts to himself to stop himself coming across ungrateful.

"Thanks for that. I can't believe how generous the Institute is being." The scientist smiled, moving to speak before he was interrupting by the sound of a buzzer. He turned around and grabbed hold of something from the tube behind him. Sully leant over to his left to catch a glimpse of what the scientist held, clearly making out the distinctive design of a pokeball. He felt his heart skip a beat at the sight of the small ball, as soon as he had it in his hand it meant he would then be a pokemon trainer.

The scientist spun back around to see Sully leaning awkwardly around him, laughing it off. "Excited are you?" Sully straightened up, looking around the room as a poor attempt to hide what he was doing. "Seeing as you can't wait i'll give you the honour of opening it up yourself." Reaching out the man placed the pokeball into Sully's hand, the weight of it not quite what he expected. He gave it a once over with his eyes before pressing the button on it. The ball opened and an arc of light erupted from it, striking the top of the table in front of him. As the light began to take form it started to become clearer just what Sully had gotten.

With the light now faded a small pokemon remained staring up at him with it's big black eyes. The two looked back and for at each other for a brief moment as if both were stuck. Then in unison both let out a cry. "Nice!" shouted Sully, "A piplup!" With his excitement the Piplup had yelled out it's own name as pokemon often did, before launching itself at Sully. It leapt onto his coat, climbing up it. Sully laughed as the small creature took a seat on his shoulder, reaching around the side of Sully's head to hold on. "It seems he likes you." The scientist was clearly stating the obvious, Piplup had taken to Sully better than the young trainer could ever have hoped.

Sully turned his head slightly, being careful not to knock his new pokemon off his shoulder. "Hey Piplup, my name is Sully." The pokemon jumped from Sully's shoulder with an overdramtic dive, flipping in the air. After it landed it threw a few punches into thin air. With it's last punch it struck a pose, looking back at Sully. The pokemon said it's name once before stopping the pose and taking a seat on the table. Sully laughed at the small pokemon, "We are definitely going to get on well."

With Sully focussed on Piplup the scientist received a phone called. It was only brief before he returned his phone to his jacket pocket. "Unfortunately i'm going to have to ask you to move on to one of our waiting rooms now Sully. The next trainer is here so if you could please exit through that door over there. I wish you and Pipluck luck on your journey." Sully nodded in recognition. "Come on then Piplup lets go."

The pokemon leapt from the table and walked next to Sully towards the door he was directed to. As he passed through the door way a voice called to him form behind, "Don't forget to pick up your pokeballs from the table." Sully turned back to the man, "Ok no problem. Thanks."

Just past the doorway was a table with packs of pokeballs on it, each pack with a name on it. Looking down at them Sully recognised the names as the other people selected for the program. He picked up his pack and placed it inside his coat. Once again he was in a corridor, this time it led to a small area with several doors. Each was numbered from one to six with an electronic sign above it. One to four said spaces while five and six said full. He looked down at Piplup and spoke. "I'll let you pick the door Piplup." The pokemon spoke before barreling towards door number three. It leapt up and twisted the door handle, it's momentum swinging the door open.

The room looked comfortable with its carpeted flooring and inviting seating. The walls were adorned with pictures of previous trainers who had gone through the trainer program in previous years. In between them was a large TV with the words 'PLEASE WAIT' emblazoned across it. Looking down to talk to Piplup Sully was shocked to see him missing. He scouted the room before noticing the pokemon bounding towards a table in the far corner, the top of it covered in a range of snacks and sweets. "Hell yes!" Sully quickly crossed the room and began to stuff his face with the assortment of food. Piplup leapt up next to him and started to tear into a selection of pokemon treats. Both paused for a second looking at each other, food smudged across both their faces. Without a word they returned to stuffing food into their mouths.

Minutes later both were led out on a couch nursing their overfilled stomachs. "You clearly like food as much as me." The Piplup tried to speak it's name in response but instead let out a deep, wall shaking burp. The pair laughed before slowly drifting off into a deep sleep as they awaited the next arrival.






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Corbin Sully

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Male

H E I G H T / W E I G H T ══════════════════════

6'1" / 186lbs
Has a slim build

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Male

P E R S O N A L I T Y ═══════════════════════

Sully is very much a people person, willing to talk to whoever is willing to listen. He likes to laugh and joke but has no qualms about being someones shoulder to cry on. He is strong willed, verging on stubborn at times, but will always do whatever he can to help his friends. He can become withdrawn when his past is brought up so he tends to not linger on conversations about it too much. As a result he is very much about moving forward in his life and not taking a step back. He can become quite competitive while battling but that is due to the reason why he has become a pokemon trainer.

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L I K E S

Socialising
Whether it is sitting around chatting or taking in a movie, Sully likes to spend time with those he cares about.

Hiking
The fresh air, the exercise, the freedom. It all appeals to Sully.

Food
His frame hides his hearty appetite and love of food.

D I S L I K E S

Bullies
He does not tolerate bullies.

Cars
Sully doesn't like to use cars if it can be helped.

Smoking
He has never understood the reasoning behind why people do it.

H I S T O R Y ═══════════════════════

Leo had a difficult life growing up. His father worked very long hours to put what little food he could on the table while his mother did all she could to take care of Leo and his brother Jonah. The bond the brothers forged through out their early youth is the keystone for the relationship they have. With few friends between them they were each others closest and best friend. Whether it was playing outside or going for walks, the brothers were inseperable.

Their most fond memories of their early life was being sat in front of the TV together watching their favourite trainers battle it out. Both lads dreamt of one day battling each other in front of the viewers at home. It was something they spoke of for years until one unfortunate day changed both their lives.

During Jonah's thirteenth birthday their father gave the brothers tickets for a live trainer battle event at one of the biggest arena's in the Kanto region. Both boys were overcome with joy and smiles were etched on their faces from the second they entered the car until the last battle was done. On the way back from the trip the weather turned bad with heavy rain reducing visibility drastically. Struggling to see, Leo's father spotted a wild Eevee in the road but with no time to brake he instead swerved. The car span out of control as it lost control on the slick surface before launching over an embankment. It rolled several times down a steep hill before coming to rest with a hard thud against a tree. Sully and his father managed to escape the car relatively unscathed, Leo only suffering a gash over his left eye. Unfortunately Jonah was worse for wear in the back seat, needing immediate medical attention.

In the months that followed the accident Jonah was in a medically induced coma to allow his body to heal. It was a truly difficult time for the family but Leo who had been a fairly happy teenager retreated within himself. He visited his brother and his best friend each day with tubes and drips all over his body. It was truly traumatic for him and nightmares plagued his sleep for a full year after the event. Fortunately for the family Jonah eventually pulled through but received the news that he would be bound to a wheelchair. Leo felt guilt for Jonah's injuries and spent much time blaming himself but his younger brother wasn't going to let that happen. The two shared a heart to heart that involved many tears and a spattering of laughter but what came out of it was a stronger bond shared between the brothers.

The doctors contacted the family six months after Jonah left the hospital and told them about an experimental treatment in Kalos that could help Jonah walk again. The downside was the amount of money required was no where near what their father could earn on his wages. Jonah told his parents it was alright and that they would figure something out. It was during that conversation Leo stood up and told them all, he was going to start his journey as a trainer and earn enough money to pay for the treatment. Initial resistence by his parents was batted away and eventually subdued by a clear determination and passion to go and do it. With his parents and more importantly Jonah's blessing Leo set about starting his journey.

R E A S O N F O R A D V E N T U R E ══════════════════════

His brother
He wants to earn enough money so that he can pay for his brothers treatment.

P O K E M O N ═════════════════════════════

Piplup


Gender: Female
Attacks: Bubble Beam | Water Sport | Bubble | Pound

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STORY


It has been four decades since the adventures of Ash and his friends as they travelled across the world. Since that time the world has changed, mostly in part to the Oak Institute. It is an organisation run by the great grand daughter of the famous Professor Oak, choosing to follow in his footsteps over her grandfathers, Ash's great rival Gary. The institute primarily focusses on monitoring and researching the Pokemon population in line with its breeding program. The breeding program has resulted in Pokemon no longer being located in only individual regions but are now in fact widespread across the world.

Outside of the Pokemon institute the once widely feared villainous teams like Team Rocket and Team Magma were all disbanded in the last decade, the world uniting to bring them and their leaders to justice. This has resulted in a gaping hole that someone somewhere is undoubtedly going to try and fill. At present the authorities know of no organisation trying to take over the mantle but expect it to only be a matter of time.

Ash Ketchum, the world famous trainer, now resides on a small archipelago in a far corner of the world away from all the cameras. His story and journey is the inspiration to all new young trainers after the creation of numerous movies and tv series chronicling his life. The Oak Institute took this fandom and set up an operation on the outskirts of Pallet Town, Ash's home. This building acts as a starting point for new trainers to collect a Pokemon and begin their journey. Called the OI Trainer Project it gives budding young trainers the opportunity to retrace Ash's steps and become the next Pokemon Master. The waiting list is extraordinarily massive as anyone would expect, with only 20 people being selected each year through a publicly televised lottery. Some people are on the list for years before being selected while others have handed in their application and had their name drawn a day later.

Your character is one of these lucky people to have had their name drawn. Alone or together with the other trainers, they will travel the Kanto Region retracing Ash's steps. They will build friendships, make rivals and maybe find love, but by the end they will all learn about themselves, their Pokemon and finally come of age as a Pokemon Trainer.


Friday, 25th September, 1998
Driving down Ema Street towards Raccoon General Hospital




The tyres of the car screeched as they tried to grip the asphalt beneath, smoke kicking up into the air with every attempt at traction. As soon as the wheels took hold the car rocketed off down Ema Street towards the hospital. The deep gouge in Hicks' forearm was bound tightly with a bandage but the wound was severe enough that it was already bleeding through to the top layer. Connor turned to Hicks and could see the grimace of pain etched onto his pale, sweaty skin.

"Don't worry Hicks we'll get there in no time." As he spoke Connor turned on the siren of his car.
"It's all going to be fine."

"Christ Sarge it burns like hell. I've never felt anything like it." Hicks spoke through gritted teeth and let out muted gasps of pain every few seconds. He was clearly suffering some severe pain from his wound.

"I can only imagine. Just try to keep focussed on Karen and the girls. Before you know it they'll have you hooked up to morphine and by time you come around it'll be next week." Connor smiled as he spoke, trying to make light of the situation. Hicks did his best to force a laugh but the pain was too much for him.

As the minutes passed Connor couldn't help but notice the amount of police cars and paramedics along the route. What the hell is going on? He thought silently to himself. Reaching down to his radio he turned it on and picked up the mouth piece. "Dispatch this is Sergeant Connor Sullivan. I'm seeing alot of our guys down on Ema Street, what's going on?" There was a brief pause before a female voice responded back. "We've been inundated with calls sarge. Non stop since the early hours of this morning. People seem to have gone a bit nuts. It's not much worse than a Saturday night but still strange for a Friday at this hour." As Connor went to reply he caught sight of two police officers wrestling a suspect to the floor, one of the officers heavily bloodied on his head. "Ok dispatch, thanks for the update. I'll report in soon."

After numerous close calls through red lights and heavy traffic, Connor and Hicks eventually pulled up outside the hospital. Connor hurried from the car and helped Hicks out of it. The reception area was littered with people, all appearing to have bloodied wounds. Their skin pale with a thin layer of sweat coating it. "Can I help?" asked the receptionist. Connor reached into his pocket and removed his identification. "I'm Sergeant Sullivan with the RPD. This is officer Michael Hicks and he's in need of treatment. A suspect has taken a chunk out of his arm and it's bleeding badly." The reaction of the nurse threw Connor slightly, she didn't even flinch at the idea someone had bitten Hicks. "Well that's not the first one today. You'll have to take a seat and i'll get someone to come see to you soon." For a moment Connor felt like demanding immediate help, but with the number of people in the waiting room it wouldn't be right for them to jump to the head of the queue. The pair made their way to a nearby trolley, Hicks hopping up onto it before lying down.

"Well at least we are here now." Hicks voice was audibly weaker than when they had left the scene at the apartment. He had somehow managed to turn more pale as well. Connor was concerned for Hicks, but as he cast his eyes around the others in the waiting area something in his gut had him worried...scared...

I'm interested in doing a Pokemon RP. I've put 18+ on the basis that I want the characters to be that age as a minimum. Something about 12 year olds setting off alone into the world never settled well with me. Either way here's a few bits I'd like:

-Kanto based and if last long enough look to move on.
-I'll be playing male and ideally I'd like whoever joins to run a female. Just allows for the possibility of character romance. Not overly fussed if doesn't happen that way.
-All non legendary and non mythical Pokemon are fair game.
-Your character doesn't need to be a trainer if you don't want them to be.
-Non canon characters

If interested just PM me a basic CS covering the usual stuff: name, age, gender, personality, picture, backstory, reason for going on journey and starter Pokemon you'd like.
@Sockofpancakes Ok great. Give me a tag when you get the OOC or CS up please buddy.

Friday, 25th September, 1998
Hillview Highrise Apartments, Ema Street




The team of detectives emerged from the elevator donning body armour and an array of weapons ranging from pistols to shotguns. After months of investigating they were about to bust a dealer known as Rico. He was a well known scum bag around the city but the RPD had always had an issue nailing him down with any evidence, that was until a few of his runners came forward. What they had him for meant he would be locked up indefinitely with no chance of seeing daylight again. The six detectives approached Rico's apartment without saying a word, taking care to be as silent as possible. With the door in sight the sergeant leading the operation, Connor Sullivan, raised his hand for the team to stop. He approached it being careful to avoid being in view of the people, the last thing he wanted was for a hail of bullets to fly through the door. With a closed fist his struck his knuckles against the door, "Maintenance," he cried out. He could he some soft shuffling on the other side of the door along with some heavy crunching. He gestured over to the rest of the team to take positions either side of the door before trying one more time. "Maintenance! We are here to check your gas!" With no answer returned Connor gestured for the breach to begin.

From the back of the team came a man with a battering ram, his bulk made him the perfect operator of the crude device. With an almighty swing the door was flung open, left hanging freely from one hinge as the other erupted from the wall. With a dark, heavily curtained room in front of them the team quickly turned on their flashlights as they entered the apartment. The air was thick and stale leaving a disgusting after taste at the back of the throat. The sound of shuffling continued from a doorway to the left of where the team entered. Connor followed behind two of his colleagues who approached the doorway with caution. As the man at the front peered around the corner he froze for a moment, his face a picture of horror. He stepped away from the doorway with his forearm covering his mouth, the sound of wretching close behind. The second officer approached and stopped in the same way as the officer before him. "Holy shit..." he said as his jaw hung wide open. Sully moved up and looked into the room seeing Rico, but it was what he was doing that had caused the reactions.

The floor around him was caked with blood, the carpet stained crimson from a plethora of gore. In front of him rested a body being slowly picked apart by Rico. From what they could tell it was a young woman, presumably one of his working girls. Whatever she did for work she didn't deserve what befell her. Without wasting another second Connor raised his pistol, aiming it directly at Rico. "Rico get your hands in the air and turn around slowly." The man they had came for complied with the order to turn around slowly to reveal a face that was covered in blood. His wide open mouth gave view to chunks of flesh and strands of fabric stuck between his teeth. Connor fought back the rising bile in his throat and tried to keep focus on Rico.

"Approach us slowly and get those hands in the air!" The order echoed throughout the apartment as Rico began to rise to his feet. The slow, awkward motion was abnormal but given the situation the officers didn't make anything of it. As Rico approached slowly Connor caught sight of his eye, glazed over with a white haze they looked dead. Must be some new kind of drug, thought Connor. Whatever it was it was enough to cause Rico to tear a young woman to shreds and feast on whatever was left. From all their intelligence gathering though, everyone they had interviewed said Rico never took drugs. It made no sense.

With Rico only a few steps away things took a dark turn. The drug dealers arms raised up and he charged forward with a hurried lunge towards Connor. The police officer drew his arms in close to his chest and unloaded two rounds into the chest of the oncoming man. The bullets impacted square into the center of Rico's chest but it didn't even phase him. Connor side stepped out of the way of Rico unloading a further two rounds into his side. The bullets did nothing as Rico took hold of police officer who had been wretching earlier. Throwing his head forward Rico sunk his teeth deep into the forarm of the officer, before tearing away a large chunk of flesh. The officer cried out in pain and with the pistol in his free hand drove it into the chest of Rico, unloading a full clip into his torso. Blood and gore erupted from Rico's back as the bullets passed through but the dealer kept lunging forward for more bites. Connor dropped his shoulder and barged Rico off his colleague, sending him crashing to the floor.

"Rico stay down or I will put you down for good!" The dealer paid no attention to the instruction and began rising to his feet. Connor let out a frustrated sigh before lining the gun up with Rico's head. With one squeeze of the trigger the dealer dropped heavily to the floor in a crumpled heap. Connor cautiously approached to check Rico for any signs of life. With gun still aimed at him, Connor carefully checked his pulse to find nothing but cold, dead skin. Why is he so cold?

Turning back from the body he looked back at his colleague as the other officers attended to his wound. "Get Hicks into my car and I will take him to the hospital. You guys get the evidence and clean this mess up. I'll check back in a couple of hours." The orders were clear and within minutes Connor had Hicks in the back of his car heading towards Raccoon General Hospital.
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