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Chapter 3
Underground Lab
Third Floor
Sara's POV
I woke up with my head pounding, my body felt like it was numb. I couldn't see much, my vision was blurry and the feeling of nausea came over me. Not thinking I let out a small noise.
"She's awake." That wasn't Joseph, who the hell was carrying me?
I hear someone lightly chuckle, "Don't worry about her, Barry. We're almost there." The voice sounds like Wesker, but my head is too foggy to think straight.
Turning my head I notice I'm in the underground Labs, which could only mean two things. One: I'm going to spend the rest of this nightmare in a cell or two something different was going to happen, which my mind wasn't able to comprehend at this point in time. As time went on I tried to stay wake, but the sudden movement changed all that.
Spencer Mansion
East Wing Terrace
Rebecca's POV
Boy did Chris look mad, not that I blame him. Everyone around us is dead or about to die, so how can you not be mad. I'm not sure why he told me to stay in the Main Hall, I mean I can take care of myself. At least I think I can. As the seconds went by I started to get annoyed, I needed to do something so I went for a small walk. Most of the doors on the second level were locked all but one on the east side. I went through it and it looked like a Terrace, though it would have been nice if there weren't so many crows here. As I walked I notice they were following me, which was very odd to say the least. The further I got from the door the more agitated the birds got, what is going on here? As I went around the corner I saw someone, I couldn't tell who as they were sitting in a chair.
Slowly approaching them I soon found out the identity to the person: Forest Speyer. I couldn't believe it, he was dead but how? As I got closer I notice that there were several small cuts all over his body, consistent with that of bird claws. From the looks of it, Forest was pecked to death. Not paying attention to the birds I soon noticed that one of them was right beside Forest's head. I almost screamed, it to was dead. Soon I got the feeling that I should be leaving before I join him. Turning around I start to run for the door, big mistake. As soon as I start to run the birds start their attack on me.
Why was this happening to me! Why can't the bad things happen to Chevy!
Before I know it I'm at the door, a small smile appears on my face to know that not one of them got through. Looking down I notice that no one has come yet though it's only been 10 minutes since Chris left me here. Walking over to the stairs I notice that the last door on this side is opened. Odd. It wasn't opened the last time I went by. Walking through I hear something, as I get closer the nose becomes clearer. Boy this was yet another mistake, there in the hallway was a zombie and not just any zombie at that. Turning around it looked at me and started to run? They can run! I was now way over my head, turning I notice a door to my right. Going through or flying through I slammed the door shut on it with my foot.
"That was too close." As my breathe started to go at a somewhat normal pass I looked around at the hallway I had just entered to find yet another member of the S.T.A.R.S. Bravo team: Richard Aiken.
Cautiously walking over to him I wanted to be prepared for anything this time. The closer I get the more I feel that nothing will happen, but that small amount of happiness is killed when I reach Richard. I bend down and touch his arm.
"Rebecca?" Oh my god, was he still alive?
Moving so that he could see me I saw that he was in fact still alive, but not for long. "What happened to you?" I felt like crying, why did this have to happen to us?
"Rebecca, you have to save yourself. It's not safe," He goes for something on his belt, his radio. "Here take it, you'll get more use out of it then I will." He closes his eyes and doesn't open them again.
"Richard?" I had to find the others, but I wasn't going to tell them about this. Not yet at least.
As I headed to the Main Hall again it never occurred to me that zombie wasn't around any more, my mind was fixed on the radio, which appeared to not work. Just my luck. Once I got to the bottom I started to make an attempt to fix it.
Spencer Mansion
Outside Medical Room
Joseph's POV
I felt terrible about what I had just done, I don't know why but I was grateful she didn't scream or anything before I hit her over the head with my shotgun. What was I going to tell the others, which is if I find them. I slowly made my way down the stairs and guess who I almost bump into, Chevy. Great. I quickly turned around and tried to get up the stairs as fast as I could but I didn't make it.
"Hey, have you seen Sara? She left with you...so I figured...Wait a sec. Were you running from me!"
I couldn't respond.
"You were, weren't you! What the hell is going on now! What are you hiding?"
I didn't look at him, "I don't know what you're talking about. I lost her and I was going to see if she was here."
"Spoken like a true bullshitter... And I should know, after all the grief you gave us about not telling the truth, which we only did to protect you guys, more or less. So tell me, who are you trying to protect by lying to me? I hope it's someone more important than you, because, honest to God, you were supposed to be mauled to death by those dogs outside..."
"What are you talking about; those things didn't even get near me."
"Probably because Sara was there...that'd be my guess. By all accounts, you shouldn't be alive at all." I didn't know what he was talking about, but there was something odd about Sara before we walked off.
I looked at the ground ashamed of what I've done, "Look I didn't have a choice." I might as well spill the beans; I was going to get killed by him so there wasn't anything to lose.
Chevy raised his eyebrow slightly: "Go on..."
"I was approached by Wesker, he told me to bring you three to him." The more I thought about it the more I felt sick to my stomach, "So when we left the room, I..." For some reason I couldn't say it.
"So she's still alive, right?" Chevy looked like he was about to attack me, but was trying to calm himself down. "Tell me you didn't kill her!" He said, grabbing my shoulders.
"I...she...no...She's with Wesker..." Man did I sound like an idiot!
"I don't know whether I should be relieved or not...Wesker could be doing who knows what to her right now! We have to find her, and the only one who knows how to get to the underground labs now is Nick, unless...Did Wesker tell you how to get around in this mansion? Did he give you a map or anything?"
My mind went blank, "Um...yeah, he did...but he...I mean..." I decided to end this by pushing Chevy off me.
"But what?" He said, drawing his berretta and pointing it between my eyes, a serious look on his face, "You're supposed to die anyway, so why not use your second chance to do some good? Otherwise I might as well kill you where you stand. How would you like that, huh?"
"If what you say is true, that I should be dead, then I guess I was put here for some higher purpose. Okay, Wesker told me this place was the front for a lab. He gave me this map, but that's it. He didn't tell me how to get into the lab."
"Well I know Nick was headed to the main hall, so let's go there and see if we can find where he went from there..." He started off towards the entrance hall.
"Well..." I pulled out the map to see where he might have gone to, "It says there is a door underneath the stairs, but it doesn't say where it leads to. You think that was where he went?" I started after him.
"Possibly. Let's go take a look. Oh and Joseph? Nothing personal, but can you walk in front of me?"
I sighed and stepped in front of him when he stopped, and we continued to walk, his gun most likely pointed at the back of my head.
"You like her don't you?" I needed to say something to break this silence. Or I'll go crazy.
"Oddly enough, before you turned her in to Wesker, I was gonna ask you the same thing..." Chevy said with a chuckle, "I mean, I'd heard the office rumors and--"
"That still doesn't answer my question, do you or don't you?" What was with these people and avoiding questions!
"Kind of a difficult question...I mean...I uhh...well sort of...yeah, I do. Now it's your turn to answer."
"Well...um...yeah I kind of do." I can't believe I told him that. "Wait, what rumors..." I stopped walking at that point.
"Dude, that's weird, well anyway, I won't tell her it was you that knocked her out. That IS what you did, right?"
"I kind of..." I looked down at my shotgun, unable to admit it.
"What? What is it?" I could tell he was getting pretty impatient with me.
"I hit her over the head with my shotgun just as she was turning to tell me something." There I'd said it; I started to walk towards the main hall.
I received a chuckle in response, "Were you expecting an 'OH MY GOD! YOU EVIL BASTARD!'?"
"Well, uhh...kind of..." I said, looking back at him.
"You know, she's threatened me and Nick with far worse in real life, and she's gone through with more than half of it! She can get preeeettty violent, buddy! How's the status of that crush of yours now?"
I smiled genuinely, inside and out, for the first time since this shit started, "Actually, if anything, her violence towards you two makes me like her more..."
"Hey, Jojo, remember who has the gun pointed at the back of his head, okay?"
We both laughed at that, kind of glad that we weren't in a bitter silence anymore. Plus, neither one of us wanted to think about the possible death that awaited the both of us, me especially...
Underground Lab
Tyrant Room
Wesker's POV
Everything was going to plan, soon those three will be here and I'll be able to kill them. Especially that Nicholas, got most of my anger out when I found Enrico wondering around the underground tunnels. I looked over to see that Sara was still unconscious; I can see why Joseph likes her.
With a sigh I looked back at the computer screens, why must the few files I need be so difficult to find. Turning my attention back to Sara I see she's coming to. "It's about time." I keep my voice free of emotions.
She looks at me slightly confused, "What--" She tries to get up but ends up falling back down, guess Joseph hit her on the head a little bit too hard.
"I suppose your wondering why you're here," I slowly walked over to her. "I've asked Joseph to bring you here for a little get together." I smile at her, which causes her to back up slightly.
I grasped the collar of her shirt and forced her to her feet. "What are you going to do with me?" Her voice was dripping with fear.
I gazed around and noticed one of the tanks was surprisingly empty. Walking over with her making an attempt to follow I pushed a button to open it. Looking at her I see pure terror in her eyes as she now knows what I'm about to do.
Not wasting any time I throw her in, a smile slowly creeps on me as she starts to freak out. Good thing she's unarmed. I turn and walk back to the computer, maybe with any luck I'll find what I need before anyone finds this place.
Underground Lab
Third Floor
Barry's POV
Man this was getting out of hand, first it was the documents, then it was watching Nicholas and now it was to hand her over to him. What have I gotten myself into? I can still hear her scream now, I don't want to know or think about what he's doing to her. I have to keep the others from finding this place, though it looks like this might be the only way to get out of here. That is if Brad's still out there, which I hope to god he is.
I'm so absorbed in my own thoughts that I don't see Nicholas, Jill, and Chris till I bump into them. Well more like I bumped into Nick then anyone.
Underground Lab
Third Floor
Nicholas' POV
So, here is what's going on. I'm trying as hard as possible to escape this god forsaken place, and Barry runs into me. Right in front of the only freaking door leading to safety! I had half a mind on me to just blast him into oblivion with my shotty. Of course I couldn't kill him, but I felt the urge to. Instead, to take my anger out mostly, I kicked him in the shins and jumped through the door leading to the roof. "Almost there, I'm almost there. There's no place like home..."
Spencer Mansion
Main Hall
Chevy's POV
As we entered the Main hall, I noticed Rebecca fiddling with a radio she must have got from Richard (Yes, Sara told me that much before we entered this hell). Being the nice guy I am, I decided to help her in the only way I could.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you hit it?" She snapped at me. Talk about gratitude.
"Well, nice to see you're alive, too!" I said grabbing the controls, before she pushed me out of the way.
"I am TRYING to call for help. Why don't you just play in the corner or something?" Obviously, she was way past the cutesy Rebecca stage. I blame Nicholas.
After a few beeps and blips we finally got through to someone, though it wasn't exactly the person anyone wanted to talk to at that moment...
Outside Spencer Mansion
Above Secret Landing Pad
Brad's POV
Thank god! They were alive! I had my apology all ready and memorized, but I was cut off by Chevy,
"Ok Brad, we know you're sorry, blah, blah, blah, Look we need you to pick us up"
"Give me back the radio, you ass!" I heard a female voice shout, followed by some wrestling noises.
"Cut it out, Becky, this is serious! Look no time for radio protocol. We know where to go to get to the Landing Pad. Do you or do you not have a Rocket Launcher in the helicopter?"
What? What kind of a question was that! Still, I looked around, and there wasn't any.
"Umm, no."
I heard a muffled "Shit" on the other end.
"Ok, plan B. I need you to sneak one out of the RPD…"
"WHAT! B-but I could lose my job! I could go to jail, for fuck's sake!" I couldn't handle that...
"Oh, you'll do it…or else I'll spread word around the station that you keep girls' clothing in your locker..."
How in Hell would he know that? He HAD to be bluffing.
"And what if I don't believe you?"
"Well then, I'll just have to make copies of that 'special key' for everyone in the precinct, now won't I? I'm sure Mindy would love to try on that dark blue cowgirl jumpsuit with the flames on it and the cleavage peek-a-boo..."
Damn...he knew what he was talking about. I was gripping the joystick so hard that my hand was trembling and my knuckles were turning white.
"Fine, make sure this doesn't get out and you'll get your rocket launcher." I grumbled, then shut off the radio.
Spencer Mansion
Main Hall
Rebecca's POV
"How in the hell did you know that about Brad!" I asked Chevy, trying not to laugh. He may be a bit annoying sometimes, but at least he wasn't trying to kill me. And he seemed to have a lot of dirt on the other officers.
"Meh, anyone who ever played Resi--erm I mean, anyone who ever...Cosplayed... would be able to pick him out of the crowd. I saw him at a convention once. I was Squall Leonhart, and he was Nina, from the Tekken series. We didn't say anything, but I knew it was him." he sighed dramatically, "Never thought it would come to blackmail though. Damn shame. Now let's get going!"
We all started after Chevy, through the door behind the stairs. With any luck, the way out wasn't too far away, but luck wasn't something we seemed to be getting in abundance at the moment.
Enter the pathway with no end.
Spencer Mansion
Underground Pathway
Chevy's POV
Great. Walking, walking, and more walking, then climbing ladders, walking, climbing, getting lost and retracing our steps. Kill me now. I'm sure that this part of the game would be interrupted several times by boss battles or cut scenes to lessen the monotony a tad, but I assume Nicholas had been the lucky one who triggered all of them first. Hooray! I get all the boredom to myself! Back off! It's MINE, bitch! Get your own! While I was ever so busy laughing internally at my own stupid jokes, I didn't notice what was in front of me and consequently stepped into a hole.
"SONOVABI--"
"Chevy!" Rebecca shouted, running to the hole and reaching out for me dramatically, at least that's what I assumed. Oh yeah, she digs me.
She managed to catch my ankle, sending me swinging headfirst into the ladder rung. Ow. Well, at least she couldn't possibly do me further harm or discomfort.
"Oh! AAAAH! SHOOT!" Rebecca said before losing her grip on my ankle dropping me down further. In a frantic flail I managed to grab onto a rung, flipping me over and smacking my body into the ladder, before I lost my grip and fell the rest of the way, landing on my ass. Touché, Rebecca. It seems I underestimated your ability to screw up. I vow not to make that same mistake again.
Underground Lab
Tyrant Room
Sara's POV
After several minutes went by I finally gave up and just waited for the other's to find this place, I mean they'd have to come here in order to understand everything that's going on. Soon I heard a door open and I saw Jill and Barry enter. Great, Wesker's going to give another speech today. But thank god I couldn't hear a word he was saying, and then it hit me. How much air does this tank have left?
As I watched them, everything started to move in slow motion. I was somewhat thankful that I didn't see Wesker die; I mean I get to see it every time I beat the game. Before I know it I hit the floor.
"Alright let's get the hell out of here!" I don't see who it is just that I'm trying to walk.
I can't recall much, but the next thing I know we're on the roof and there is Chevy, Rebecca, Joseph, and well everyone.
"Chris!" Are the first words out of my mouth, I don't notice that Joseph is looking at me with an odd look.
"Ah, I see it's forming full words now...Ok, consciousness test number two: Do this!" Then Chevy patted his head a rubbed his stomach at the same time. What a dork. Still, I was glad to see him alive.
With a smile I walk over, or at least that's what I think I was doing. Joseph soon walks over to me, "Just...just, stay..." I start to shake my head, which wasn't the brightest thing to do cause the next thing I know I'm hitting the ground again.
Underground Lab
Landing Pad
Nicholas' POV
Look at them all, waiting for the unknown inevitability. If Sara was still awake then maybe they would know, but they don't. They can't even see me behind all this rubble. I can't wait till Brad gets here so I can get away from here. Once I'm gone, then I can explain without fear of getting whacked by Wesker. Hehe, Wesker, whack, hehe. I wonder when Sara's going to wake up, eww, what the hell am I sitting in? Oh well, I'll change when I get back. Oh, their saying something!
"Crap, I hope she gets some rest while she's down there." Joe was sort of right. Rest or no rest, she was going to be screwed if she stays asleep when lefty appears. Then ickle Becky spoke up, come to think of it, I've never heard her speak here.
"Well if she stays on the ground like that without a proper elevation of the back, she won't be able to function well." Then she started to come over to find something for her to rest on. This is bad news for me because if I have to go out there to explain myself, I'm going to get my ass beat when the Tyrant comes. So what am I going to do? Too late, she caught me.
"Nicholas, what the hell are you doing here?" Why did she have to yell?
"Well you see ickle Becky, I was sent here on a mission from Mr. I'm-too-cool-to-die Wesker."
"Wait, did you just call me ickle Becky?" Uh oh. Someone is PMSing.
"Yes, yes I did. And in case you didn't notice, I've been calling you that behind your back all along." That smoothed it over, and with the others closing in on me, this was turning right nasty.
"I am going to kill you!" She jumped forward in an attempt to strangle me, but being perfectly adept at strangling people myself, I just stepped aside as she fell into the pile of junk, I said, "Weak ickle Becky, when will you learn?"
Of course my success was short lived since I was being bore down upon by several people who think of me as a lying, cheating, backstabbing, son of a bitch (or as I would say, the perfect survivor).
"What is your problem!" yelled Joe as he lashed out as me. Of course, knowing that these people were going to be pissed, I just kept on moving backwards.
"Well I have this thing that happens every time I pee and..."
"Who are you working for? Why did you try and kill us?" He threw a punch at me but missed due to his blabbering.
"I work for whoever I want to work for, I never tried to kill you, I just wanted you to bring me those two bastards, and you can't punch for beans!"
He didn't take that very well and pulled his shotgun on me. "Maybe not, but I'm sure this can!"
"And if it doesn't I have a feeling that this can finish the job." I heard Chris say from behind me as he presumably pointed his handgun at me.
"Son of a bitch!"
"Okay, guys can we put an end to the 'who's gonna shoot who?' bullshit?" Chevy snapped, throwing a small pebble at each of our heads. "I mean, can we save it for when we get to safety at least! Although it does kind of seem like we're home free now. I mean, we've got the countdown going, but we've still got time before Brad gets here. You think that there'd be a battle or something, you know? Like a monster we had to kill before we could escape, right?" This dude read my mind.
"Yeah, guys, on that note, I say we all take Sara and hide over where ickle Becky is. I really think it would be for the better."
"Like that will really help us..." I look down to see that Sara was finally awake. About time.
"Hah, you guys are kinda gullible," Chevy said with a slight chuckle, "I know something's coming. Why else would I have made sure Brad got the Rocket Launcher? The question is...what is it? Is it ummm...a gulp worm?"
Sara gave a frustrated sigh, "No."
Chevy persisted, "Umm, how about an El Gigante?"
"Wrong series, you moron!" Sara griped.
"Well then, it must be a...ummm…a…"
"A Tyrant, Chevy." Sara said, completely out of patience.
"Hey, hey, hey! HEY! It's not your turn to guess yet!"
"Whatever...We're not going to be safe here!"
The sound of an approaching helicopter filled the background, as Brad's chopper slowly became visible through the fog.
"Oh hey here comes Brad!" Chevy said, before running into the center of the launch pad, waving his arms and screaming like an idiot. Who needs a megaphone when you have him around?
"HEY BRAD, JUST DROP THE LAUNCHER ANYWHERE! YOU CAN LAND ONCE WE KILL THE...WHAT WAS IT AGAIN, SARA!"
"It's...called a Tyrant..."
"Um, guys..." Soon, very, very, soon. It is going to come up and kill everyone but me. I say but me because, quite frankly, I know that it's left handed, and I know to hide. I run away and jump over a pile of junk before screaming out, "A bit of advise, Chevy is it? Anywho, shoot the heart and stay on its right side!" I turn back to my hiding spot and see ickle Becky glaring all hell at me.
"What were you saying before about my name?" She cracked her knuckles menacingly. Of course, I'm impervious to scare tactics.
"I call you ickle Becky non-stop because you're a weak minded individual without a backbone. Look a raptor!" Ickle Becky turned around, and I beat the back of her head in with my fist. She fell down in a slump. Hurray for me! Uh oh, I think it's Tyrant time!
Underground Lab
Landing Pad
Chris' POV
Man there was seriously something wrong with that Nicholas, anyways; right after he jumped over some bricks there was this trembling feeling. A section of the landing pad soon had something coming out of it...it looked like a claw of some kind. Within seconds this thing came flying out; it looked like it belonged in a science fiction movie gone wrong.
I can see what he was talking about now, though at first I didn't know that thing was its heart. It walked slowly towards Chevy and Sara; I really don't see what's their problem it's not like this will be difficult or anything. Just as I had finished the thought it started to run at them…holy shit can it run fast. Soon it was three feet away from them; Sara pushed Chevy out of the way but wasn't able to move out of the way herself. Shit.
Jill and I fired off as many rounds as we could, which seemed to distract the thing enough to miss Sara by mere inches as it turned for us instead. Aside from pissing the thing off, our bullets didn't seem to be doing much at all, even to the heart. Then an echoing bout of maniacal laughter sounded behind me. I guess I didn't hear Brad drop the rocket launcher that Chevy was talking about over all that gunfire, but it was obvious that he had it now.
"GET OUTTA THE WAY!" He shouted, and I knew that the crazy bastard was gonna fire whether we were in the way or not, so I quickly grabbed Jill and dove to the left.
Just as the rocket was about to hit it the thing took a swipe at it, knocking it out of its way. Shit. It continued to come closer I see Chevy go to fire again. "NOT NOW!" Was he that brain dead?
"Well move away from it or something! Do we have to walk you through everything!"
"HEY!" I look over and see Sara throwing random shit at it, "OVER HERE YOU FREAK!" What is she thinking!
The thing started running for her, looking emotionless as usual, but you'd figure it was at least a tiny bit pissed off that shit was getting chucked at it and it had yet to even injure someone since its appearance on the launch pad. Once it was within a few meters of her, it started to raise its claw, but it never was able to harm Sara, because the rocket hit its back less than half a second later.
After the smoke cleared, it should be noted that Chevy was dancing around the smoking spot on the ground where it once was, screaming something along the lines of, "YEA BOI! PUT SOME SPRINKLES ON THAT AND MAKE IT LOOK PRETTY!" Nonsense, but then again, I'm not surprised.
Sara walks over to Chevy, "Okay, you can shut up now. We don't have time! And thank you." She gives him a hug before turning to head towards the helicopter.
"Right, let's get going." Chevy said, turning to follow her.
"This isn't over," Jill said as the chopper started to lift off of the ground. There was a deep determination in her voice, "We have to warn the people about Umbrella."
"You're right," I said putting a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at me with something besides determination in her eyes.
"Ha! If you think you're in love now, wait til you see her in her blue tube top!" Chevy said taking my attention away from Jill.
When I looked back at her, she was red in the face, and I'd guess it wasn't just from being angry at Chevy. I realized then that she'd put her hand on top of mine and I felt a blush coming on too.
Looking over I see Joseph trying to keep Rebecca from killing Nick...damn. Barry not to far behind Nick looking somewhat down, don't know why. Last Sara who looks unhappy to be in the helicopter again, but for some reason she doesn't go and sit by Joseph, instead she sits by Chevy.
Alpha Helicopter
Chevy's POV
I noticed Sara walking over to me, "Hey what's up?" I said, patting the seat next to me.
She smiles at me, "Nothing yet." With that said she sits down next to me. I notice her face is almost white.
"You sure you're okay?" I ask, a hint of concern in my voice.
"I will be once we get back." She looks at her hands, trying to hide something. But what?
"You sure there's nothing wrong?" I asked once again.
The helicopter jerks and she grabs my hand, "I really hate flying." Her grip tightens.
"Oh...well I doubt being blown to oblivion is on your list of things you'd rather do..."
She looks at me, "Ah, yeah." Yet again the helicopter jerks only harder sending her into me.
"Godammit Brad! Where the hell did you learn to fly!" I said shaking my fist in the direction of the cockpit, blissfully unaware of all the stares in my direction.
"Will you shut up!" I look over and see that Joseph doesn't look to happy, I wonder why? Hehe, I know why...Well, I made a decision there and then, if Joseph wanted Sara, fine, but once the games were over and we got out, all he'd be getting was a postcard every Christmas. So with a smile, I stood up and ushered Joseph over to my seat. God, I hope Sara didn't think I was blowing her off. I just felt really bad for Joe, and I thought he deserved a chance to be with someone. I mean, it's just a tiny step up from not being mauled by cerberus, but it's a start towards a better life.
"Um...Hi." She slowly turned red as he puts his arm around her. She looked over at me, before I could do anything she turned away. "Something tells me, no one will believe us." Her voice is low, I can barely hear her.
Chris looked somewhat confused, "What are you talking about?" Come on...it's not that difficult to understand.
"What I mean is that if you hadn't seen it, been here, experienced all this for yourself, would you believe someone if they told you they were in a house filled with monsters and zombies created by the Umbrella corporation?" I could tell that the others understood what she was talking about; I mean if I hadn't been there I would think that they were crazy.
"I see your point, but we have to try." There's something in his voice that tells me he's right.
No one spoke after that, except for Nicholas whispering a few things to Barry, we were all lost in our own thoughts. Looking around I notice that Jill, Rebecca, and Sara have fallen asleep. With a sigh I look out the window and notice we're almost there, but for some reason I'm not looking forward to this.
Soon we land at the RPD landing pad; Chief Irons is waiting for us. Great. Waiting for the others to get out before me I can tell the everyone is going over what they will say. Well not all of us, Sara and Rebecca are still asleep.
"What the hell happened! Where's the rest of the teams!" Walking over Chris makes an attempt to explain everything as the rest of us try and rest our minds and bodies. This is far from over; I mean we still have several games left...
"Chris," I look over to see Sara watching me, "I just want to say thank you for everything." She leans in and gives me a kiss on the cheek. Before I could say anything she walked off.
Raccoon Police Dept.
Roof
Nicholas' POV
It's been a long night. Took me a while to convince Barry that his family was never in any really danger, but he looked so sad. And now Sara kissing Sweet, I mean, Chevy? I think I'll just quit my job at S.T.A.R.S then go home with one of them. Better than that prison cell I stayed in last night, that's for sure...
---End of Chapter three---
Sara: Yay! We did it! We made it through the first game alive and somewhat well...
Tangora: Except for the whole me being evil part.
Sara: Well I always knew you were evil...
Sweetboxer: Everyone's a little bit evil. We just try to pretend we're not by doing things like voluntary community service. Seriously, Did you know that the people who volunteer at nursing homes are the most likely to intentionally cut someone off on the highway and cause a fatal accident? It's in Human Nature for Dummies. Read it sometime.
Sara: Okay...(Steps away from Sweetboxer) Please leave a review and tell us what you thought about this chapter...Later!
Sweetboxer: Why do you always do that? It's not like I'm gonna explode...or am I! Is there something you're not telling me! Did Tangora rig me to self destruct! I bet he did! I don't wanna die!(Starts crying)
Tangora: (hammers on remote control) Damn two month old technology. Can't even blow someone up properly.
Sara: Well you two have fun I'm going to go get drunk at "J's Bar" Later! (Walks off)
Tangora: That's my line! Now you must review!
