Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Everything was just about ready. His uniform, weapon, ammo… just a few others he need. Health sprays, something to keep in alive, not forgetting rations. Carlos started to get himself ready in case of an emergency call out. Everything is where he left it and will be there when he needs it. There will be no time to search about for his equipment.

Making sure he had everything, Carlos slumped back into the chair. It was time to think about the training he's had on this stuff. His training in South America and his brief assessment in the Umbrella Headquarters.

He sat back, and began to think about the mission. From the details he has learned, it sounded like a tough case. But he knew he had the skill to go in and get those survivors out safely.

All of this rushing made him tired and he thought he should retire to bed for a while, it was 12:32 AM and he need to get rest for the mission ahead, all the rest he could get.

Just then, the phone rang. Carlos got up and dived over to the phone. It could be time?

"Hello?" He said.

"Hey Carlos!" said a voice.

Carlos fell into the couch.

"Dave?" he said. "What the hell are you calling at this time for?"

"Hey! Sorry if I struck a bad point! I just wanted to know if you had got a call from Umbrella yet!" said Dave.

"Sorry man, I'm just…" Carlos yawns. "…tired you know."

"Okay, sorry. Anyway, did you get a letter?"

"Yeah, I did! Something about saving the civilians in Raccoon City! Hey, do you know when we've to go?"

"No sorry, I haven't been told yet, but you better keep your phone close as it may go off any time."

Carlos yawned again.

"Yeah, you're right. Okay, I'm gonna go now and get rest, I'll see you there."

"Right, see ya."

'Click'

Carlos hung up and sat up. He looked around the room. It was dark and you could see the outside clearly. Carlos stood up and stretched, then he headed off to get a good night rest.

Over in Umbrella Headquarters however, people are still working. Mr White was standing outside a door marked S.T.A.R.S. He entered a key code, and the door slid open. He walked through the door and it closed behind him.

"Is everything prepared, professor?"

"Yes sir," a man said.

The man, in a white lab coat, was standing over at a huge tank, bushing buttons as he operated the experiment.

"The creature is ready for service."

"Excellent," said Mr White. "The project is ready to begin. With its genes encoded to follow the mission instructions it has, S.T.A.R.S. will be completely powerless against this creature."

"When do you want it delivered to the site, sir?" the professor asked.

A smile grew on Mr White's face.

"Immediately."

Carlos lay on the bed under the covers with his eyes open. He could get to sleep. One, it was a hot night and two, he was thinking about the mission. He sat up, got out and head to the kitchen.

Taking a cup from the cupboard, he filled it with water and swallowed it down. He slammed the cup down on the work board and dropped his head. He lifted his head again. He was tired. He couldn't get to sleep. He went into the living room and sat on the couch.

Shifting his feet onto it, he switched the television on. On the screen was the news, the news about Raccoon. He changed the channel and again, more news on Raccoon.

"Must be a really serious situation!" Carlos mumbled.

He switched the television off and lay on the couch, thinking. Then with that, he dosed off, just missing the sound of footsteps outside the front door…

To Be Continued…

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