Colin began to think about what he had heard, it sounded like a conversation.
"Are you sure this guy has what it takes?"
"Absolutely, you should've seen how many bimbos this guy had killed before we got there."
"But isn't he a ... civilian..."
It was at that moment that Colin had walked in on Hawthorne and the police chief (judging by his uniform) talking... whilst he was still wrapped up in a towel.
"Uhhhhhh, I think I came in at a bad time, I'll just..." Colin ran back, and returned fully dressed in a plain white t-shirt and jeans.
"Sooo, you guys were talking about..." Colin began.
"You. We have a proposal." Hawthorne explained.
"Go on..." said Colin.
"From what Hawthorne told me, you're skilled at disposing of bimbos, is that true?" the chief asked.
"Yes, I was bathing because I killed a butt ton and got soaked in blood." Colin said as professionally as he could.
"Well, we want you to become part of our supply patrol. Keeping this place stocked isn't easy, you know." Hawthorne explained.
"With this position, comes a uniform, authority beneath me and Hawthorne, and your own room as opposed to the civilian bunks." The chief continued.
Colin paused, and said, "I accept the offer."
"Good. Meet us outside, we're going to see how good you are with a firearm."