Chapter One
Supplies
"Constantly on the run, and never time to stop. I hate this. One day in Memphis, the next in San Francisco. We haven't been in the same place for more than a week." John spoke into the hand-held recorder with straight truth, and fear. "I write this as a journal, for I am hoping my life will end soon. This is to hard on me, then again it ain't easier on Tyler, Colleen, or Kyle. They all lost something because of Umbrella." Tyler walked into the room. " I never will forget the day my old college buddy came to assassinate me." Tyler looked at him with a small grin. "Hunk was not the same man you knew, Umbrella took him." John grinned back and stared out the window, putting the recorder down.
Colleen and Kyle walked into the room, both holding a cup of coffee. " What are we gonna do? Umbrella has their security raised." Tyler looked back at Colleen. "I don't know, but if we are gonna do something we are gonna need supplies. I'll go to the gun shop tonight." Kyle looked at him, with a scared expression. "Okay, but be careful. They practically have the NSA on our ass." Tyler and John smirked.
"Then all that means is to be more careful. Besides, Colleen and me were taught how to avoid cameras. Out of all the training why they told us that was completely unknown to me. Maybe it was to show that we worked there, if anything." John laughed, Kyle joined a little after. "Yeah, well I'm gonna get goin' now. What should I get." Kyle quickly responded. "Grenade Launcher!" John started cracking up. "Uh, no. You guys were lucky to have the ones you did. I'll just get a few assault rifles. Got any money?"
John looked back at him. "No, go to an ATM machine. Let's just borrow some money from him. His code is, well all I remember is the numbers spell 'DEAD'. Some thing when him and me were planning to bring down the computer store. Don't ask." Tyler smiled. With that, he left towards the black Chevy Tahoe. "Okay, keys, where are the keys?" He looked at the overhead visor and took them. "All to easy" He would return the truck, and hopefully under the hour. He drove off into the night, and into city streets.
He pulled up to a strip mall, trying to locate the ATM machine. He pulled up to grocery store, and there was a ATM. He looked at the buttons, and matched up the buttons to the letters. "3323. Okay, well that figures." Tyler punched in the numbers, and pulled out nine g's. Okay, that worked. Now for the weapons. He walked back towards the "borrowed" car. He drove a few minutes down the road, and parked in a small lot.
He walked into the gun store, with cash in hand, and looked directly into the barrel a gun. "If I were you, I wouldn't move." The man behind the gun held a huge magnum up to Tyler's head. "You're not, so take this." Tyler lifted his arm, and then somebody from behind grabbed, and knocked him over the head. Every thing blacked out for him. The two men carried him into the truck
Supplies
"Constantly on the run, and never time to stop. I hate this. One day in Memphis, the next in San Francisco. We haven't been in the same place for more than a week." John spoke into the hand-held recorder with straight truth, and fear. "I write this as a journal, for I am hoping my life will end soon. This is to hard on me, then again it ain't easier on Tyler, Colleen, or Kyle. They all lost something because of Umbrella." Tyler walked into the room. " I never will forget the day my old college buddy came to assassinate me." Tyler looked at him with a small grin. "Hunk was not the same man you knew, Umbrella took him." John grinned back and stared out the window, putting the recorder down.
Colleen and Kyle walked into the room, both holding a cup of coffee. " What are we gonna do? Umbrella has their security raised." Tyler looked back at Colleen. "I don't know, but if we are gonna do something we are gonna need supplies. I'll go to the gun shop tonight." Kyle looked at him, with a scared expression. "Okay, but be careful. They practically have the NSA on our ass." Tyler and John smirked.
"Then all that means is to be more careful. Besides, Colleen and me were taught how to avoid cameras. Out of all the training why they told us that was completely unknown to me. Maybe it was to show that we worked there, if anything." John laughed, Kyle joined a little after. "Yeah, well I'm gonna get goin' now. What should I get." Kyle quickly responded. "Grenade Launcher!" John started cracking up. "Uh, no. You guys were lucky to have the ones you did. I'll just get a few assault rifles. Got any money?"
John looked back at him. "No, go to an ATM machine. Let's just borrow some money from him. His code is, well all I remember is the numbers spell 'DEAD'. Some thing when him and me were planning to bring down the computer store. Don't ask." Tyler smiled. With that, he left towards the black Chevy Tahoe. "Okay, keys, where are the keys?" He looked at the overhead visor and took them. "All to easy" He would return the truck, and hopefully under the hour. He drove off into the night, and into city streets.
He pulled up to a strip mall, trying to locate the ATM machine. He pulled up to grocery store, and there was a ATM. He looked at the buttons, and matched up the buttons to the letters. "3323. Okay, well that figures." Tyler punched in the numbers, and pulled out nine g's. Okay, that worked. Now for the weapons. He walked back towards the "borrowed" car. He drove a few minutes down the road, and parked in a small lot.
He walked into the gun store, with cash in hand, and looked directly into the barrel a gun. "If I were you, I wouldn't move." The man behind the gun held a huge magnum up to Tyler's head. "You're not, so take this." Tyler lifted his arm, and then somebody from behind grabbed, and knocked him over the head. Every thing blacked out for him. The two men carried him into the truck
