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Chris Redfield leans back against the wall, eyes narrowed, smoking a cigarette. “What do you want?” He asks, his rifle at his side, microphone to his comms in his ear. He’s decked out completely in black, not even daring to tug the collar down as his mark stirs, Wrath singing at the surface of his skin. They don’t call him the Alpha of Hound Wolf Squad for nothing.
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@CalKestis23-_ Using her scanner in her helmet she searches for more scrap
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@-CompanyEmployee- Chris follows her, his rifle still at his side, the cigarette he had already snuffed out.
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