Occupation: Black market bioweaponry merchant and salesman.
Glenn Arias (Resident Evil: Vendetta main antagonist) is very much a genius of his own. He enjoys dark piano music and his greatest friend being Jake Wesker, although they once both tried...
Chris falls from a portal into the room where Rebecca Chambers is currently typing on her computer. Chris hits the ground sideways with a loud thud. Rebecca quickly turns around as the sound startles her. "Chris?!" She shouts shocked. "Rebecca..." He grumbles in pain. She places her computer down and gets up to examine Chris. He's tied to a wooden chair with chains around it. He's beaten, bruised and cut all over. "What happened?! Where did you go?!" Rebecca shouts in horror. "Would you be so kind as to help me out here first, please?" Chris tried to sound like a smart-ass but is stopped in his voice by the pain. He coughs a little blood. "Oh, yes! Of course!" She frantically looks around for what could help with cutting through chains. "Pole... There was a pole in the pile of trash outside the door." Chris manages to say with the last inches of his strength. "Oh, yeah!" Rebecca quickly runs out the door and shuts it.
Silence.
Chris sighs which sounds louder than it actually is due to the room being that quiet. He makes clicking noises with his mouth...
Rebecca runs back into the room with a rusty pole. "Here!" She tries to hand the pole to Chris. He glares at her widening his eyes doing so. "Oh! Sorry..." She lowers her head, then gets down on her knees pushing the pole through the gap in one of the chain loops. She groans and pushes the pole as hard as she can to snap the chain. She presses a knee down on the pole for more strength. *CRACK* The chain is broken. Chris fumbles his way out of the chains, standing up slowly with a long, painful groan. Rebecca stands up and throws the pole to the side. "Now answer me!" Rebecca shouts still worried and confused. "Give me a minute." Chris stretches every way he can, groaning in pain. "Tell me, tell me, tell me!" Rebecca repeats. "Excuse me, you weren't the one kidnapped and chained to a chair for three days were you?" He glares at Rebecca then continues to stretch.
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Rebecca folds her arms and frowns, too anxious to find out what happened to wait. Chris does one final stretch and let's out a massive sigh of relief. "Much better." Chris smiles slightly pained with the bruise on his lip and eye. "Now?!" Rebecca asks breaking her limit of patience. "Would you mind patching me up first?" Chris asks trying to piss her off with an innocent grin. Rebecca squints her eyes in frustration. "Can't explain what happened if I bleed out now, can I?" Chris asks making a sassy pose with his hands on his waists. Rebecca grits her teeth and rolls her eyes. "Fine." She mumbles before pointing to the apartment bed. Chris limps over to the bed and takes a seat groaning in more pain. Rebecca rolls a chair over and places some necessary equipment down on the bed for Chris' wounds. She sits in the chair and starts to go to work.
MEANWHILE~
Glenn is in his private black jet and is flying over the city of New York. Cruising in the air, he is seated on a black leather cushion thinking to himself. "I don't know what I should do next... The Virus is going perfectly and I have the perfect captive. I wonder when Mr Redfield will find out..." Glenn smirks and looks out the window. Suddenly a knock on the jet's office door. "Come in." Glenn causally rests one leg over another in a respectable manner. The door opens and the person steps in. "Ah, Maria. What's going on?" Glenn smiles gently and looks over to her.
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She brings forth a monitor with a live video of what Chris and Rebecca are doing at the moment. Glenn's smile fades and his eyes widen. He takes the monitor off Maria and holds it in front of him to see closer. He slides his gloved finger upwards on the monitor to turn the volume up. "Would you sit still?!" Rebecca complains getting really frustrated. "Well it SORT-OF hurts a tad so SORRY if I twitch a bit!" Chris retaliates. "Ugh!" Rebecca growls at Chris continuing to stitch his cuts. "Ow, ow, ow!" Chris shouts twitching more. "Damnit, Chris!" Rebecca shouts at him removing the stitch out of his leg. Chris holds his leg and clenches on his teeth. "Yeah, I'm a military man, I'm tough!" Rebecca shouts mockingly while glaring at Chris. "It'll be okay, I know what I'm doing!" Chris says mocking when Rebecca said that during the patching up. "UGH!" Rebecca stands up and walks over to the small window of the apartment. Chris continues to grasp his leg in pain. "Why don't you have any anaesthetic?" Chris asks annoyed. "Because I'm not a doctor, Chris. I'm a scientist!" Rebecca shouts turning toward him. "And you're welcome for the patching up by the way!" She yells and turns back around crossing her arms. Chris sighs and lowers his head, shaking it.
Silence.
He eventually stands up and walks over to Rebecca. "Look... I'm sorry." Chris says softly with a light smile. "Hm." Rebecca says in a go-away tone. Chris shakes his head with a smile. "Come here." Chris puts his arms around Rebecca gently. "Thanks for fixing me up." He whispers and gently hugs her.
