Chris and Jill and Barry and Rebecca was going to the spencer estate and came across some herbs that looked quite delish. tHey went to the Midnight Wesker and asked if TheY could buy this delish marijuana plant. The Midnight Wesker was actually very interested in Chris and Jill, so he said, "I'll make a deal with you. Complete, oral, saturation. Your future hinges upon this fuck!" Chris and Jill and Barry and Rebecca was overjoyed at the idea of getting this delish marijuana plant for just a little bow chicka chicka. So the Midnight Wesker grabbed Chris and Jill and Barry and Rebecca and prepared to ass fuck him.
Jill took a deep breath and stepped into the office. Wesker was pointing to a posted map at the front of the room, dotted with colored tags where the bodies had been found. He hardly faltered in his speech as she walked quickly to her desk, feeling suddenly like she was back in basic training and had shown up late for class. Chris Redfield threw her a half-smile as she sat down, and she nodded back at him before focusing on Wesker. She didn't know any of the Raccoon team that well, but Chris had made a real effort to make her feel welcome since she'd arrived.
Wesker leaned against his desk, his strong features expressionless. "Chris, we all want to get to the bottom of this. But we have to work as a team, and the best approach here is to do a thorough search." He paused. "Bravo will take a look-see and we'll conduct this by the book." Chris frowned, but said nothing more.
Jill chewed at her lower lip and exchanged a worried glance with Chris.
Midnight Wesker said, "I'm going up to make sure our 'copter's outfitted," and nodded toward the 'cockpit.' "Check it out." The long, wide body of the 'copter' was intact, not a single scratch visible.
They'd gotten the 'weapons' loaded and secured and Wesker was getting impatient. Although his eyes were hidden by dark aviator sunglasses, Chris could see it in the captain's stance and in the way he kept his head cocked toward the building.
"He's good," Barry said quietly, and Chris had to agree. It was reassuring to see that their new captain didn't rattle easily. Chris still wasn't sure how he felt about the man personally, but his respect for Wesker's abilities was growing by the minute.
Chris felt a sudden rush of adrenaline and worked faster, aware that every second counted - could mean the difference between life and death for his friends and teammates.
Jill dove into the open 'cabin', Chris and Rebecca and Barry all throwing themselves in after her.
Jill felt her heart speed up at Barry's shout. Chris's throat suddenly felt dry. "Did something happen?" Jill shook her head, her finely chiseled features giving away nothing. Chris frowned, not sure what she was trying to tell him. Her gaze didn't falter, and he realized suddenly what she was implying. He unholstered his 'Beretta' and ejected the dripping magazine. Jill screamed. Within a minute, the last of it had flowed out from under the door and a gurgling, liquid gasp came from the direction of the broken 'tank'.
Chris grinned, thinking that he should probably feel pity for the helpless creature and hoping instead that it died a long, agonizing death. "Bite me," he whispered.
"God, that's disgusting," Rebecca said. Chris nodded agreement. He glanced back at the silent foursome. For now, he just wanted to go home.
THE END