Resident Evil: Disclosure (Side-Story to "Adventures of James and Redmon")
By Devil Doll
Part 2
Four Days Later
As the first telephone ring blares into the bedroom of James A. Romero, the still unconscious body hasn't registered the machine's existence. It wasn't until the fourth time that the annoying sound is made that the brain decides the stimulus must end.
Barely reaching a conscious level, the body rolls onto its back, causing the right hand to limply flop onto the telephone. After a couple more rings, the hand picks up the receiver and brings it to lips cover with a crust of dry spit.
"Romero here," the words barely audible over the phone.
"Sorry to get you out of bed," informs Brian Irons. "But there is an investigation that requires someone with your and your friends expertise."
"Sir, its 3:00 in the fucking morning. Even the bad guys know when its time to sleep." said James makng it sound like a joke.
"Not where you are going," replies Brian. Jame's eyelids flip open as his light blue eyes sharpen with curiosity. "Where would that be?"
"Raccoon Forest," answerd Brian.
"Isn't that where two teenagers were attacked and eaten?" said James.
"Yes." said Brian.
"I don't know," replied James.
"Don't worry, you and your friends will be helped by the Bravo Team." sid Brain.
"And who will lead this mission?" asked James.
"Captain Albert Wesker."
"Albert Wesker, huh." said James. "What time should I come in?"
"At 4:30." said Brian as both him and James hanged up the plone.
"Who was that?" said his three digimon friends. "It was Brian Irons." said James. "He wents us at Raccoon City Police Department at 4:30."
"Why?" said the female fox digimon known as Renamon.
"Because he wants us to check out Raccoon Forest with the help of the Bravo Team."
"Cool!" said the rabbit-eared Digimon known as Terriermon.
"Shut up, Terriermon." said the red dragon digimon known as Redmon.
To Be Continued....
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By Devil Doll
Part 2
Four Days Later
As the first telephone ring blares into the bedroom of James A. Romero, the still unconscious body hasn't registered the machine's existence. It wasn't until the fourth time that the annoying sound is made that the brain decides the stimulus must end.
Barely reaching a conscious level, the body rolls onto its back, causing the right hand to limply flop onto the telephone. After a couple more rings, the hand picks up the receiver and brings it to lips cover with a crust of dry spit.
"Romero here," the words barely audible over the phone.
"Sorry to get you out of bed," informs Brian Irons. "But there is an investigation that requires someone with your and your friends expertise."
"Sir, its 3:00 in the fucking morning. Even the bad guys know when its time to sleep." said James makng it sound like a joke.
"Not where you are going," replies Brian. Jame's eyelids flip open as his light blue eyes sharpen with curiosity. "Where would that be?"
"Raccoon Forest," answerd Brian.
"Isn't that where two teenagers were attacked and eaten?" said James.
"Yes." said Brian.
"I don't know," replied James.
"Don't worry, you and your friends will be helped by the Bravo Team." sid Brain.
"And who will lead this mission?" asked James.
"Captain Albert Wesker."
"Albert Wesker, huh." said James. "What time should I come in?"
"At 4:30." said Brian as both him and James hanged up the plone.
"Who was that?" said his three digimon friends. "It was Brian Irons." said James. "He wents us at Raccoon City Police Department at 4:30."
"Why?" said the female fox digimon known as Renamon.
"Because he wants us to check out Raccoon Forest with the help of the Bravo Team."
"Cool!" said the rabbit-eared Digimon known as Terriermon.
"Shut up, Terriermon." said the red dragon digimon known as Redmon.
To Be Continued....
Comments? Ideas? Questions? send them to kevinaguayo84@verizonmail.com or review this part.