The man gets out the of the car with a sword. This man is a hunter, and tonight he hunts for a monster. The man is wearing a black trench coat with a split opening in the bottom. His sword is at his side sheathed on a holster. His name is Drake, a well recognized hunter in this world. Though a problem is that he has never hunted B.O.W before, usually it's a demon, a spirit, or some ancient evil, etc. Not some little germ cooked up from a pharmacy company called Umbrella. "Those BSAA punks are still not here yet.", said Drake. "Yeah, I love you,too.", a voice said behind Drake. Drake unsheathed his sword as fast as lightning and held the tip of the strangers neck. Although the guy on the other end was actually well known BSAA agent Chris Red field himself. "Next time you pull something like that I won't be as hesitant.", Drake stated coldly. "Alright, heres the mission, we have to infiltrate a old Umbrella facility because of recent murders and disappearances across this town." Chris says in his "I have authority" voice. Drake heard what he needed to hear and started to walk into the direction of the facility. "Oh, well I thought it was something serious.", Drake said in a bored tone. Chris yelled," This is serious! People are dying!". "I saved this world so many times from so called "Evil Dark-lords" this is gonna be easy. So let's go." Drake said. "Whatev-" Chris was cut off by a loud growl. Drake and Chris turned around to see a really giant hunter like it took way too many steroids. "I should've brought a magnum.", Chris said a bit fearfully. "Alright this one looks on Kamikaze lets do this!", Drake excitedly said, with a blood lust gleam in his eyes. Chris decided to best sit this one out. Drake's sword started to get surrounded by fire. "Let's make this monster feel a explosion! Explode Kamikaze!", Drake exclaimed with power.
To be continued.