I don't own Resident Evil. Capcom does. Wish I did, though.
The next day, everyone got out of bed early--and many of them complained. Loudly.
"Goddammit! It's 5 fucking 30 in the morning! No shops open until 9--so why the hell are we up already?" Carlos ranted. He was the least used to being up so early because most mercenaries work at night--which means sleeping in late.
"Well, the car dealership opens at 8, and the weapons shop normally opens at 10, but they're opening at 8 too--the stuff we're buying they're not supposed to have, so the guy wants to get rid of it before they open," David stated matter-of-factly.
Of everyone in the hideout, he seemed to be the most used to getting up early. Carlos scowled at him and headed down to the kitchen, muttering something about coffee. David simply laughed and followed him, listening to the colorful Spanish Carlos was using.
As it turned out, Carlos was the last one to the kitchen. The others were huge coffee freaks, so they got up early to get some before they ran out. Carlos stared at the empty coffee pot for a long time, unspeaking. Finally he muttered,
"hijo de una hembra"* and went to get a Mountain Dew. The others laughed, highly amused as they sat there with their coffee mugs.
"We're stopping at Starbucks, Carlos," Chris said. "They always open early--the coffee freaks of the world need their coffee, and they want it early."
"Yeah, and Chris wants a cafe latte bad," Jill added, knowing it would piss Chris off.
"Yeah, well somebody in this room seemed to be whining about how long it had been since she'd had a mocha, but perhaps it was only my imagination," he shot back, and Jill simply laughed. It was a lot harder to make her mad.
"OK, OK, so everyone wants to go to Starbucks, even Claire--so let's go!" Leon declared. "The coffee withdrawal is killing me!" David grinned, knowing exactly how he felt.
"OK, let's go before somebody goes nuts and kills everyone, please! Dying once was bad enough!" Steve shouted, and ran towards one of the cars. Everyone laughed and followed him (guys to the weapons store, girls and Chris to the car dealership). They left; ready to make the last preparations for the not-quite-suicide mission (although it was awfully close).
At the weapons shop, Barry and David were busy arguing with the owner about the outrageously high prices he was asking.
"I'm sorry, but we're not paying $35,00 for 5 assault rifles, 1 grenade launcher, 1 rocket launcher, 5 boxes of ammo for each of those weapons, 20 boxes of 9mm rounds, and 30 boxes of Magnum rounds. We'll pay $30,000 and not 1 cent more," David explained, his calm voice making it sound much kinder than intended. The owner, a despicable fat man named Phil, looked nervous. He needed someone to buy the stuff before the next inspection.
"Well...Ok. I guess that's a reasonable price," Phil agreed. "Now give me the money and get out of here!" Steve paid the man, Barry, John, Leon, and David grabbed various bags and boxes, and they left the store.
Meanwhile, Chris, Jill, Claire, and Rebecca were not having the same run of luck. The salesperson they were stuck with was a pigheaded macho man who was too busy checking out the girls to show them cars. Chris was steadily getting madder, and Jill could tell he was going to seriously injure the man soon. Jill touched his arm, and then shook her head. Chris relaxed and put his arms around her waist. He looked at the man and said in a hard, cold voice,
"Sir, if you do not wish to sell us a car, then we will get another person to help us." The man ignored him, and Chris marched over to the owner and started complaining. Loudly. The owner quickly hushed up Chris and ran over (and to see him running was quite a comical sight) to the salesman and proclaimed in a haughty and outraged voice,
"You idiotic man! How could you do such a thing? Get out of here NOW, and don't ever come back!" The salesman ran out, and the owner turned back to Chris and the girls, apology written all over his face.
"I'm so sorry. I don't know how that despicable man got a job here. I'll show you around, and if you choose a car from here, you will get it 40% off after we negotiate."
"Well..." Claire said, and Jill continued, turning on her irresistible charm.
"The problem is, what that man did was terribly damaging to our courage. I don't know if 40% is enough to make us--well, me anyways--feel much better." The others nodded, and other customers appeared to be agreeing. The owner, getting desperate, responded,
"Fine, 50% off the sticker price plus any negotiations you may wish to conduct." Everyone nodded, and continued looking.
They walked away (well, drove, actually) with 2 Ford Expeditions. They paid a total of $30,000. The owner had to took a long break with his vodka bottles after they left, for he had never lost so much money before in his life.
Back at the hideout, everyone was recounting their rather humorous tales and preparing weapons when there was a knock on the door. Everyone grabbed a weapon and staked out the front door while David opened it slowly, gun hidden in the shadows. However, the people on the other side of the door were unarmed, although the guy had the air of someone who kicked ass without a gun. They quickly put their hands up when David opened the door, knowing very well the enforcements that were undoubtedly hidden in the shadows. The woman spoke for them, explaining all quickly and truthfully.
"Hello. I'm Ada Wong (Leon gasps) and this is Albert Wesker (Chris swears under his breath), and we both are ex-double-crossers of most of you at one point in time. However, we were also double-crossing Umbrella, and we came out here to help you guys. In case you're wondering how we found you guys, we saw Jill get into a car and we followed her here."
Everyone simply stared, unable to do anything else. Leon walked over to Claire and put his arms around her, noting the pained expression on Ada's face as he did so. David was the first to recover and said,
"OK then, why don't we all sit down and talk for a bit? We can figure out what to do then." Everyone nodded, and sat down for a long talk.
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*hijo de la hembra-I think it means son of a bitch, but I didn't pay all that much attention in Spanish class.so if I'm wrong, I'm sorry.
Please review or I won't continue the story!!! Sorry its so slow but the action is coming, and you'll miss it if you don't review!!!
The next day, everyone got out of bed early--and many of them complained. Loudly.
"Goddammit! It's 5 fucking 30 in the morning! No shops open until 9--so why the hell are we up already?" Carlos ranted. He was the least used to being up so early because most mercenaries work at night--which means sleeping in late.
"Well, the car dealership opens at 8, and the weapons shop normally opens at 10, but they're opening at 8 too--the stuff we're buying they're not supposed to have, so the guy wants to get rid of it before they open," David stated matter-of-factly.
Of everyone in the hideout, he seemed to be the most used to getting up early. Carlos scowled at him and headed down to the kitchen, muttering something about coffee. David simply laughed and followed him, listening to the colorful Spanish Carlos was using.
As it turned out, Carlos was the last one to the kitchen. The others were huge coffee freaks, so they got up early to get some before they ran out. Carlos stared at the empty coffee pot for a long time, unspeaking. Finally he muttered,
"hijo de una hembra"* and went to get a Mountain Dew. The others laughed, highly amused as they sat there with their coffee mugs.
"We're stopping at Starbucks, Carlos," Chris said. "They always open early--the coffee freaks of the world need their coffee, and they want it early."
"Yeah, and Chris wants a cafe latte bad," Jill added, knowing it would piss Chris off.
"Yeah, well somebody in this room seemed to be whining about how long it had been since she'd had a mocha, but perhaps it was only my imagination," he shot back, and Jill simply laughed. It was a lot harder to make her mad.
"OK, OK, so everyone wants to go to Starbucks, even Claire--so let's go!" Leon declared. "The coffee withdrawal is killing me!" David grinned, knowing exactly how he felt.
"OK, let's go before somebody goes nuts and kills everyone, please! Dying once was bad enough!" Steve shouted, and ran towards one of the cars. Everyone laughed and followed him (guys to the weapons store, girls and Chris to the car dealership). They left; ready to make the last preparations for the not-quite-suicide mission (although it was awfully close).
At the weapons shop, Barry and David were busy arguing with the owner about the outrageously high prices he was asking.
"I'm sorry, but we're not paying $35,00 for 5 assault rifles, 1 grenade launcher, 1 rocket launcher, 5 boxes of ammo for each of those weapons, 20 boxes of 9mm rounds, and 30 boxes of Magnum rounds. We'll pay $30,000 and not 1 cent more," David explained, his calm voice making it sound much kinder than intended. The owner, a despicable fat man named Phil, looked nervous. He needed someone to buy the stuff before the next inspection.
"Well...Ok. I guess that's a reasonable price," Phil agreed. "Now give me the money and get out of here!" Steve paid the man, Barry, John, Leon, and David grabbed various bags and boxes, and they left the store.
Meanwhile, Chris, Jill, Claire, and Rebecca were not having the same run of luck. The salesperson they were stuck with was a pigheaded macho man who was too busy checking out the girls to show them cars. Chris was steadily getting madder, and Jill could tell he was going to seriously injure the man soon. Jill touched his arm, and then shook her head. Chris relaxed and put his arms around her waist. He looked at the man and said in a hard, cold voice,
"Sir, if you do not wish to sell us a car, then we will get another person to help us." The man ignored him, and Chris marched over to the owner and started complaining. Loudly. The owner quickly hushed up Chris and ran over (and to see him running was quite a comical sight) to the salesman and proclaimed in a haughty and outraged voice,
"You idiotic man! How could you do such a thing? Get out of here NOW, and don't ever come back!" The salesman ran out, and the owner turned back to Chris and the girls, apology written all over his face.
"I'm so sorry. I don't know how that despicable man got a job here. I'll show you around, and if you choose a car from here, you will get it 40% off after we negotiate."
"Well..." Claire said, and Jill continued, turning on her irresistible charm.
"The problem is, what that man did was terribly damaging to our courage. I don't know if 40% is enough to make us--well, me anyways--feel much better." The others nodded, and other customers appeared to be agreeing. The owner, getting desperate, responded,
"Fine, 50% off the sticker price plus any negotiations you may wish to conduct." Everyone nodded, and continued looking.
They walked away (well, drove, actually) with 2 Ford Expeditions. They paid a total of $30,000. The owner had to took a long break with his vodka bottles after they left, for he had never lost so much money before in his life.
Back at the hideout, everyone was recounting their rather humorous tales and preparing weapons when there was a knock on the door. Everyone grabbed a weapon and staked out the front door while David opened it slowly, gun hidden in the shadows. However, the people on the other side of the door were unarmed, although the guy had the air of someone who kicked ass without a gun. They quickly put their hands up when David opened the door, knowing very well the enforcements that were undoubtedly hidden in the shadows. The woman spoke for them, explaining all quickly and truthfully.
"Hello. I'm Ada Wong (Leon gasps) and this is Albert Wesker (Chris swears under his breath), and we both are ex-double-crossers of most of you at one point in time. However, we were also double-crossing Umbrella, and we came out here to help you guys. In case you're wondering how we found you guys, we saw Jill get into a car and we followed her here."
Everyone simply stared, unable to do anything else. Leon walked over to Claire and put his arms around her, noting the pained expression on Ada's face as he did so. David was the first to recover and said,
"OK then, why don't we all sit down and talk for a bit? We can figure out what to do then." Everyone nodded, and sat down for a long talk.
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*hijo de la hembra-I think it means son of a bitch, but I didn't pay all that much attention in Spanish class.so if I'm wrong, I'm sorry.
Please review or I won't continue the story!!! Sorry its so slow but the action is coming, and you'll miss it if you don't review!!!