I don't own Resident Evil. As usual, I wish I did. I do own this story
though, but that probably isn't a good thing.
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The backup team was having a much harder time. The zombies had apparently realized new food was about, and it seemed like the entire town had decided to participate in the feast. After about one hour, the zombie rush slowed, giving backup some time to rest. John collapsed onto a bench and ranted.
"Man, those guys better run into a shitload of trouble or I'm gonna go nuts! 'Backup is an easy job'...easy job my ass. Next time, I'm gonna be on the first team--this backup thing is total bullshit."
Barry grinned at John, and Steve asked innocently,
"Hey, John, tell us how you really feel--let it all out. It will be good for you, my psychotic, stupid pal." Everyone laughed as John replied, "And what are you, a top psychiatrist? Cuz if you are, I would love some drugs. I need to forget this crazy shit."
Everyone laughed some more, and Ada shook her head. Damn, she was tired...BAM! Suddenly, everyone was alert--and saw the huge masses of zombies lurching their way over to them.
"Oh shit! Maldito Sea!" Carlos yelled, and the team began to fire, hoping they had enough ammo to hold them off--yet suspecting that perhaps they didn't.
Chris was pissed off. They had walked down 13 flights of stairs just to reach a hallway with the only useful door unable to be opened without the goddamn key card. So they were wandering around the area, searching for the card. Now, after one hour and a shitload of dead zombies, they were back where they started, keyless and in a foul mood.
Jill sighed and commented, "Well, I didn't want to try this, but I guess I have no choice. Now I will attempt to pick a keycard lock--but I'm warning you, it probably won't work; my father was the only one that could do it that I knew of--and he got sent to jail before he could teach me."
Everyone stared at her, and she looked confused. "What? May I ask why everyone is staring at me?"
"Well, it's just that sometimes we forget about your past, that's all. But don't worry, we're greatly relieved to have your skills--just don't rob us!" Chris said, and Jill laughed and began to work.
Well, the zombie attack was over. They had very little ammo left, and they had lost Carlos and Ada, but the zombies were gone. John stomped through the blood lake, overturning everything and throwing open doors. He finally found them in an office at the back of a warehouse--and they appeared to be quite busy. John cleared his throat loudly, and they sprang apart, looking embarrassed. Steve walked in next, and gave a loud whistle when he saw Carlos blush.
"Yeah, Carlos! Landing Ice Queen! Very nice work, my man!"
Carlos glared at him, then winced. John noticed the wince and asked,
"What's wrong, Carlos?" "Nothing bad. I twisted my knee up coming in here, that's all."
Steve went over to take a look at the knee and frowned.
"Carlos, este rodilla is sprained pretty bad. You're gonna have to stay off it the rest of the mission. We'll leave Ada here to guard you, but no fooling around, you two."
Carlos laughed weakly and settled down for a rest.
Jill was bent over the card lock, gently working on figuring out how to do it. Suddenly, she noticed a small panel next to the card reader. The label above it read, "card lock override". Jill looked at it and suddenly felt much better.
"Guys," she called, "I think we found our way in--but we need the code."
They all crowded around, looking at the keypad.
"Well, start looking for the code, guys. It's gotta be around here somewhere," Leon said, and Chris cleared his throat. "Actually, I've got three codes that might work. Try either 215, 345, or 958."
Claire studied her brother for a moment, and then asked, "Why?" He replied, "Those were the codes for the drug storehouse at Spencer--and that keypad looked just like this one."
Rebecca studied the lights and exclaimed, "Wait, I know what code it is--try 958."
When everyone stared at her, she shrugged. "The lights at Spencer looked like that when the 958 code worked. I have an almost photographic memory."
Everyone nodded, and then smiled when the lock clicked open. Without hesitation, they all filed inside to see what tests waited for them next.
Carlos was in pain. His knee felt like someone had hit it repeatedly with a sledgehammer, but he could live with it. Especially thinking about what he was going to do when this was over.
He glanced at Ada and grimaced. "Is Steve sure about his medical skills? My knee sure feels worse than sprained."'
Ada simply replied, "Well, that's because it needs iced, wrapped, and elevated. Here, let me find some ice."
With that, she got up and left, leaving Carlos alone to wonder about his flirting abilities. First he lost Jill--well, he never really had her, but still--and now he couldn't even get a girl to crack a smile. Wonderful. Suddenly, he remembered something that he had left laying out...but it wasn't important, no one would ever find it because they didn't have access. By the time this mission was over, he was determined to have Ada eating out of his hand and ready to do whatever he wanted her to. He heard her coming back, and Carlos smiled. Operation Ice Queen was about to begin.
Ada had been very embarrassed when John and Steve had caught her and Carlos making out, so she decided to close him out until the mission was over. After all, they were on a life-threatening mission, and fooling around was a very likely way to get someone killed. She hoped Carlos would be done flirting now, because he was very good at it, and it was becoming harder and harder to resist him.
"Oh, come on, Ada. If you managed to betray Leon, I think you can handle a Hispanic flirt," she scolded herself, and grabbed an icepack and headed back to Carlos, ready for whatever he threw at her.
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Well, here we are. Another twist is going to come up soon.so sit tight! More to come. Review while you're at it, please.
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The backup team was having a much harder time. The zombies had apparently realized new food was about, and it seemed like the entire town had decided to participate in the feast. After about one hour, the zombie rush slowed, giving backup some time to rest. John collapsed onto a bench and ranted.
"Man, those guys better run into a shitload of trouble or I'm gonna go nuts! 'Backup is an easy job'...easy job my ass. Next time, I'm gonna be on the first team--this backup thing is total bullshit."
Barry grinned at John, and Steve asked innocently,
"Hey, John, tell us how you really feel--let it all out. It will be good for you, my psychotic, stupid pal." Everyone laughed as John replied, "And what are you, a top psychiatrist? Cuz if you are, I would love some drugs. I need to forget this crazy shit."
Everyone laughed some more, and Ada shook her head. Damn, she was tired...BAM! Suddenly, everyone was alert--and saw the huge masses of zombies lurching their way over to them.
"Oh shit! Maldito Sea!" Carlos yelled, and the team began to fire, hoping they had enough ammo to hold them off--yet suspecting that perhaps they didn't.
Chris was pissed off. They had walked down 13 flights of stairs just to reach a hallway with the only useful door unable to be opened without the goddamn key card. So they were wandering around the area, searching for the card. Now, after one hour and a shitload of dead zombies, they were back where they started, keyless and in a foul mood.
Jill sighed and commented, "Well, I didn't want to try this, but I guess I have no choice. Now I will attempt to pick a keycard lock--but I'm warning you, it probably won't work; my father was the only one that could do it that I knew of--and he got sent to jail before he could teach me."
Everyone stared at her, and she looked confused. "What? May I ask why everyone is staring at me?"
"Well, it's just that sometimes we forget about your past, that's all. But don't worry, we're greatly relieved to have your skills--just don't rob us!" Chris said, and Jill laughed and began to work.
Well, the zombie attack was over. They had very little ammo left, and they had lost Carlos and Ada, but the zombies were gone. John stomped through the blood lake, overturning everything and throwing open doors. He finally found them in an office at the back of a warehouse--and they appeared to be quite busy. John cleared his throat loudly, and they sprang apart, looking embarrassed. Steve walked in next, and gave a loud whistle when he saw Carlos blush.
"Yeah, Carlos! Landing Ice Queen! Very nice work, my man!"
Carlos glared at him, then winced. John noticed the wince and asked,
"What's wrong, Carlos?" "Nothing bad. I twisted my knee up coming in here, that's all."
Steve went over to take a look at the knee and frowned.
"Carlos, este rodilla is sprained pretty bad. You're gonna have to stay off it the rest of the mission. We'll leave Ada here to guard you, but no fooling around, you two."
Carlos laughed weakly and settled down for a rest.
Jill was bent over the card lock, gently working on figuring out how to do it. Suddenly, she noticed a small panel next to the card reader. The label above it read, "card lock override". Jill looked at it and suddenly felt much better.
"Guys," she called, "I think we found our way in--but we need the code."
They all crowded around, looking at the keypad.
"Well, start looking for the code, guys. It's gotta be around here somewhere," Leon said, and Chris cleared his throat. "Actually, I've got three codes that might work. Try either 215, 345, or 958."
Claire studied her brother for a moment, and then asked, "Why?" He replied, "Those were the codes for the drug storehouse at Spencer--and that keypad looked just like this one."
Rebecca studied the lights and exclaimed, "Wait, I know what code it is--try 958."
When everyone stared at her, she shrugged. "The lights at Spencer looked like that when the 958 code worked. I have an almost photographic memory."
Everyone nodded, and then smiled when the lock clicked open. Without hesitation, they all filed inside to see what tests waited for them next.
Carlos was in pain. His knee felt like someone had hit it repeatedly with a sledgehammer, but he could live with it. Especially thinking about what he was going to do when this was over.
He glanced at Ada and grimaced. "Is Steve sure about his medical skills? My knee sure feels worse than sprained."'
Ada simply replied, "Well, that's because it needs iced, wrapped, and elevated. Here, let me find some ice."
With that, she got up and left, leaving Carlos alone to wonder about his flirting abilities. First he lost Jill--well, he never really had her, but still--and now he couldn't even get a girl to crack a smile. Wonderful. Suddenly, he remembered something that he had left laying out...but it wasn't important, no one would ever find it because they didn't have access. By the time this mission was over, he was determined to have Ada eating out of his hand and ready to do whatever he wanted her to. He heard her coming back, and Carlos smiled. Operation Ice Queen was about to begin.
Ada had been very embarrassed when John and Steve had caught her and Carlos making out, so she decided to close him out until the mission was over. After all, they were on a life-threatening mission, and fooling around was a very likely way to get someone killed. She hoped Carlos would be done flirting now, because he was very good at it, and it was becoming harder and harder to resist him.
"Oh, come on, Ada. If you managed to betray Leon, I think you can handle a Hispanic flirt," she scolded herself, and grabbed an icepack and headed back to Carlos, ready for whatever he threw at her.
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Well, here we are. Another twist is going to come up soon.so sit tight! More to come. Review while you're at it, please.