"Guess that's a local's way of breaking the ice. Anyway, you know what this is all about. My assignment is to search for the President's missing daughter."

Tuesday, February 3, 1998

3 February 1998

I decided to start keeping logs. Why? Mostly because if anything were to happen, anything interesting or major, I'd be able to record it. Besides, who knows what kind of shit will happen? Maybe if I die in the line of duty, I won't be forgotten.

I started at the academy not too long ago. In fact, the days here seem to be flying by pretty quickly and I get closer and closer to becoming a cop.

I've met a few interesting people. In and outside the academy. Kevin Ryman's one of them. He' isn't very bright, but that's what makes him interesting.

I've been to one of the departments. Raccoon Police Department. That's where I met Kevin and a few of the other guys. Chris Redfield, Forest Speyer, Joseph Frost to name a few and their captain, Albert Wesker. He's...interesting, to say the least.

Chris is pretty cool and so is Forest and Joseph, who apparently goes by Frost. They showed me around and their hang out.

However, I don't have much time until the next class of the night. I'll end it here and hope to get another quick log in before classes tomorrow.

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