Corporal RAMBO: MYCETE {Carlos Oliveira Fanfiction}

Chapter 66: Trainings

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"Leaving already?" Lilith yawns as she laid on her stomach and faced Timothee with one eye open.

He just got into his usual all black outfit with the coat on and suspenders. Lilith spotted something shiny in between his armpits inside his coat.

"What's with the guns?"

Timothee shot her glance. His wet hair following his motions. He sighs and smiles a little. A small gesture that sent Lilith's heart jumping and burning with joy.

"Duty calls, Lil. I'll be back before you know it." He said.

Timothee goes around the bed and plants a light kiss on her red hair to which Lilith returned one on his cheek. He then picked up the rest of his things and left the mansion.

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"Good morning guns and gentlemen!"

The doors to Chris's headquarters busted open as Jake stepped in. Head held high, a wide grin on his face and a knife twirling in his right hand. He scans the room and realized it was barely occupied. Just Chris and Timothee standing in the middle beside the glass oval table and two guards on standby near the entrance. One BSAA and one Blue Umbrella soldier covered from head to toe.

"Welcome..?" Chris greeted him.

Jake waved him off and sat on one of the chairs. He puts his leg up and stopped twirling his knife.

"Who is that?" The BSAA soldier asked the soldier beside him.

"Wesker's son." The BU soldier answered.

" What's all the fuss about?" Jake flashed a cheeky grin towards the captain.

Chris cleared his throat. "Listen, Jake. You're here for an important task. You and Timothee right here."

Jake bobbed his head as he started to pick on his nails with the help of his knife.

" I'm pretty sure this wasn't part of my vacation. But I'm willing to negotiate."

Timothee pore over him and caught the redhead smirking as he blew off the dry skin off his fingers.

" What a small world we live in," Jake pointed his knife towards Chris," you used to chase me around! Now you want my help?"

Jake raised his eyebrows twice. Teasing the captain but it didn't please Chris.

" Jake..." Timothee warned him.

Awkward silence filled the air as Chris walked towards his desk. He bent down and pulled a drawer. The two listened to the shuffling of papers. Preparing themselves for what's to come.

Chris sighed. "You'll be training-"

"WOAH. Is this beer?!"

Jake reached for an open ice box underneath the table and brought it to the top with one hand. He watched it with mesmerizing eyes. His eyebrows arched.

" Yes, Jake. That's beer." Timothee answered flatly.

As Chris went back to them, Jake popped himself a bottle and drank it. He gulped hard like he's never tasted alcohol before. After, he let out a satisfied sigh and licked the remains on his lower lip. He bobs his head as he reads the label of the beverage.

" Damn, that was good! But not as good as Sher-"

Timothee cleared his throat. Which caught Jake's attention. Causing him to shut his mouth immediately. The temperature in the room plummeted and there was that deafening silence, again.

"That guy's crazy." The B.U soldier whispered to the BSAA soldier beside him.

"Quiet or this'll be your last day on this planet."

Timothee shot them both a glare in to which they took as a warning as they fixed their postures and faced the other way. Then, Chris laid out the files on the table and stared at Jake.

"May I?" He asked.

Jake took a sip and gestured him to take the lead. "Be my guest."

Chris opened the file. Revealing the logo of Hound Wolf on the first page and the following containing the five guys who were chosen.

"I want these five men to be tested." Said Chris.

Timothee turned his head back to Chris and said,"For?"

"The mission is classified but it'll come sooner or later."

Jake playfully slammed his palm on the glass and shouted, " Aye, save your breath! What do we need to do with these guys? Can we kill them?"

Everyone's eyes in the room fell on the redhead. His grin grew wider as he spins the knife in his fingers. A bad habit he has brought with him for many years. He was getting impatient, Timothee could tell.

Chris, who was getting tired of being interrupted, sat on one of the chairs in defeat.

Jake chuckled menacingly. "I mean, c'mon. Can we use guns? Knives? Rocket launchers?"

" Yes you can." Chris murmured.

" Rocket launchers?"

" No, Jake. No rocket launchers."

Jake purses his lips." Fine."

Timothee picked up the folder and flipped through its contents. " So when do we start?"

"Today. You can pick whoever you want." Chris stated.

Jake pushed his chair aside and stood up. "I'll pick that Allen guy. He seems fun."

Timothee raised a brow. " Then the rest goes to me?"

"All but Lee. Y/n will be the one in charge of him."

Jake whistled. "Little Miss Y/n."

Timothee didn't respond as his fingers halted on Wicked's profile. He bent the folder's spine and dragged his pointer finger on his skills and abilities set list. The hairs on Chris's body stood up when Timothee tilted his head in a curious matter. His eyebrows knitted and his lips shut. His eyes remained on the item.

Chris knew his capabilities. He can multitask in his head without anyone knowing unless they've experienced it themselves. Chris was reminded of what Y/n did to him awhile ago. That was one example.

They're not someone you can easily trifle with.

"Who goes first?" He finally asked.

Chris sat up straight and said, "James."

Timothee flipped the pages and stopped at the second where James' profile is. He did the same earlier. Skimming its contents. Internalizing it.

"I suppose I should bring lickers." Timothee said as he closed the folder.

"Psst!" Jake called out to the Blue Umbrella soldier. "Get me one of those beer cans."

The soldier took one beer can from the box beside him and marched towards Jake. As Jake reached for the drink, he nudged Timothee's shoulder.

"How about Blue Umbrella's pets?" Said Jake as he waved the soldier off.

Timothee shook his head. "They don't know who I am. They won't listen to me."

A pop sound came from Jake's beer as he pulled the lid and chugged down its contents. A few droplets soiled his black coat but he didn't mind.

"Why don't you give them a visit? Y'know, tell them they're your relatives." Jake said as he took another beer but from the icebox earlier. "Say 'come to papa'!"

Timothee looked at Chris." Would you do the honors of giving us a tour?"

Chris smiled as he stood up and faced the two Bioweapons.

" Follow me."

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