The teams were organized outside, getting mentally ready to raid the warehouse. Alpha surrounded Bravo, protecting Sherry's rescue team. They were a small team so they had many kinks in their protection. (At least it is something)
Jill picks the lock of the warehouse door and they march in, being aware of their surroundings. Bravo jogs over to Sherry and they lift her out the door, chair and all. Alpha team breaks up and starts to explore the vast warehouse.
"Captain, Come in Captain" Ramirez, the team medic, crackles in through their headsets.
"Yes."
"Birkin has a small puncture wound on her inner left arm, presumably made with a syringe. She is exhausted, can't speak but murmured something that sounds like Whisker. Over."
"Chris." Jill crackles in through the headsets. " You might want to see this. I'm in the first door on your right."
Chris walks in as Jill is shuffling through papers that are on the floor. None looked important until a certain test result popped up.
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I quickly sped around the warehouse, strategically avoiding the B.S.A.A. while collecting ammo. I returned to my father just as they regrouped on the main floor.
Dad reloaded the rifle and aimed at the young man with the ginger buzz cut. An itching sensation began at the back of my head and would only stop when the gun wasn't aimed at the man's head.
"Stop." I grab the gun's nozzle and ruined his aim.
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A dark figure drifted in front of the team. It walked to the auburn-haired man and looked him straight in the eye.
"Who are you?"
ESTÁS LEYENDO
The Rest Of The Story (A Resident Evil Fan Fic)
Ngẫu nhiênBottle in hand, Chris Redfield toasts to the memory of his faithful soldier, Piers Nivans. The return of an enemy prompts an old friend into combat, sticking him back into an issue that was already resolved.
