Resident Evil Oneshots

Equipment ||HUNK||

Oki's brow furrowed as she heard grumbling from the other side of a door she and Miyuki were passing on their way to the training area to brush up on their marksmanship. Both being more 'behind the scenes' in their work for their team they were beginning to get rusty after all. Miyuki blinked, glancing up at the older woman curiously;

"What is it?"

"Just.... nothing I suppose...." Oki answered with a pause and a shake of her head as silence had permeated the air around them. Oki had been straining her ears, curious as to who was on the other side of the door. Well, maybe it was nothing, so instead of dwelling on it Oki began to usher Miyuki away to the training area for the Umbrella 'base' they were located at.

That was until a loud shout from the closed door caused them to freeze.

"Easy with the equipment!" HUNK'S voice roared, a rarity in that he usually didn't yell. His intimidating demeanor was often enough to make others not want to cross him.

Fang's voice quickly supplied a rebuttal, muffled by the door; "Shut up, I'm gettin' the job done either way!"

Oki's jaw dropped in horror at what she was hearing, her mind working overtime at having overheard what sounded to be an intimate situation gone awry. Her face as a brilliant scarlet red in minutes as she began to push Miyuki down the hallway again. Miyuki's reaction was decidedly different, though she was still red in the face as well (not nearly to the extent Oki was, however).

Instead the younger girl had begun to giggle, silently cheering Fang on for finally hooking up with HUNK.

Meanwhile behind the door HUNK glared at Fang who went about taking apart the firearm in her hands, placing the pieces down on the table before them. It was a ritual the two had strangely come to perform together, that of cleaning their firearms on a near daily basis. Fang stared back, clearly not intimidated by him.

Shame, the intimidation tactic didn't work on her.

Not looking at what she was doing Fang managed to pinch her finger between parts, having attempting to continue taking the firearm apart without looking at it. A grunt left her and she glared at her finger and then at the handgun as if it was the cause of the entire problem and not her lack of attention.

"You're a real piece of work." HUNK sighed. Fang stuck her tongue out at him for that comment.