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After Jill opened the door, they found an operation room, complete with bloodstains and three zombies to play with. After they shot the walking, decaying targets, they began searching for proof of Umbrella's illegal excursions. Leon looked everywhere for a computer to hack into, and the others looked for any documents lying around--or a keycard.
Jill managed to find a card, and when she read the name and saw the picture, she dropped it onto the desk like it was a hot coal. "Oh my God," she whispered, her face going absolutely white.
Chris ran over, followed by the others. "What is it, Jill? Whose card is it?" Claire asked, starting to look worried.
"Just look at it. You'll see," Jill replied, and handed it to Chris accidentally.
He looked at the face, then the name, and his expression going from concern to disbelief to anger. Looking at the card again, Chris swore loudly, shocking everyone. "That evil bastard! I'm gonna kill him!" he spat out angrily.
"Well, is anyone gonna tell us who it is, or are we going to have to play Guess Who?" Rebecca asked, rather annoyed. Chris wordlessly (well, other than the occasional swear word) handed Rebecca the card, causing Claire to sigh in exasperation. Rebecca looked at the card, and then looked at Chris disbelievingly.
"Oh, great, now we're gonna have to play Pass the Card Around the Room instead of Guess Who. Much better game selection, guys. Now can I please have the card?" Claire requested, holding her hand out and looking rather exasperated. Rebecca gave it to her, and Claire also studied it much like the others had. She handed it back and calmly commented,
"Well, that blows." "Who is it?" Leon, Wesker, and David demanded, obviously getting monumentally pissed off. "It's Carlos. He's obviously been working for Umbrella a long time, too. This card is high-security access," Jill finally answered. "Well, that presents a problem. He's out there with our backup crew in Zombie Land 2, and we can't go warn them because we have to continue the mission," Leon commented, and everyone felt pretty much the same way.
They had been played, and they all felt pretty damn stupid. However, Leon was right: they had to continue. Chris still wanted to go back and kick his ass, but Jill and Claire simply grabbed him and dragged him through the next door compliments of Carlos's card, still in search of the supposed access to HQ.
Steve didn't trust Carlos. He thought something must be up with him, because he kept twitching every few seconds and looking around like he expected someone to come in at any moment. Steve speculated on what he might be so nervous about. He could be afraid of the zombies, Umbrella...or them. Steve figured the last idea was pretty ridiculous, but it was by far the most interesting, so he pursued this train of thought.
If he was scared of them, then why? Well, there was either he thought one of them was a traitor, or...he was the traitor. Steve at first dismissed the idea, but the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. Carlos had been extremely nervous and tense during the entire preparation--and even more so after the mission was under way. He also knew his way around pretty well even though he had supposedly never been to England, he knew it was safe in this warehouse...and he conveniently got 'injured' in time to miss the worst of the attacks; when Steve and checked Carlos's knee, he couldn't find anything wrong with it. He had told Carlos it was hurt pretty bad to gauge his reaction, and Carlos didn't react very much at all. Sure, he said all the right stuff, but there had been no emotion whatsoever to reinforce the words. The more Steve thought about it, the more likely it seemed Carlos was, at the very least, lying about something.
He had to tell someone, but whom? He would've told Chris, but he wasn't here. The next person he felt the closest to was John, so he decided to tell him. As he tried to figure out what to say, Steve hoped John would believe him. John was a pretty easygoing guy, and had certainly taken other unbelievable things pretty well. Steve just hoped John wasn't close to Carlos; that would complicate things quite a bit.
Carlos's ID card proved pretty darn useful. Leon figured that was the most useful the guy had ever been to them, and felt another rush of anger.
That bastard! He found himself thinking, and that became Leon's nicest thought in the next few moments. He swiped the card through the next card reader and helped Chris usher a shocked Jill into the next room. Everyone felt bad for Jill; after all, she had been used the most during Carlos's little mission. Leon was momentarily distracted from his thoughts as the current inhabitants came moaning, shrieking, lurching, and leaping towards them.
Four ugly zombies, three decaying dogs, two Hunters, and a really really huge spider.... Leon's thoughts were spinning out of control as he aimed his Desert Eagle and pulled the trigger, his movements robot like and without thought.
He was jolted out of his little song by a Hunter leaping across the room to land about a foot away from him. He spun around and pulled the trigger. Click. Click. He was dry!
He fumbled for a clip, thinking shit, shit, shit as he quickly reloaded, how had he lost count of rounds like that...and then the Hunter swung his claw for the decapitating stroke just as Leon finished slamming a new clip into his gun.
After Jill opened the door, they found an operation room, complete with bloodstains and three zombies to play with. After they shot the walking, decaying targets, they began searching for proof of Umbrella's illegal excursions. Leon looked everywhere for a computer to hack into, and the others looked for any documents lying around--or a keycard.
Jill managed to find a card, and when she read the name and saw the picture, she dropped it onto the desk like it was a hot coal. "Oh my God," she whispered, her face going absolutely white.
Chris ran over, followed by the others. "What is it, Jill? Whose card is it?" Claire asked, starting to look worried.
"Just look at it. You'll see," Jill replied, and handed it to Chris accidentally.
He looked at the face, then the name, and his expression going from concern to disbelief to anger. Looking at the card again, Chris swore loudly, shocking everyone. "That evil bastard! I'm gonna kill him!" he spat out angrily.
"Well, is anyone gonna tell us who it is, or are we going to have to play Guess Who?" Rebecca asked, rather annoyed. Chris wordlessly (well, other than the occasional swear word) handed Rebecca the card, causing Claire to sigh in exasperation. Rebecca looked at the card, and then looked at Chris disbelievingly.
"Oh, great, now we're gonna have to play Pass the Card Around the Room instead of Guess Who. Much better game selection, guys. Now can I please have the card?" Claire requested, holding her hand out and looking rather exasperated. Rebecca gave it to her, and Claire also studied it much like the others had. She handed it back and calmly commented,
"Well, that blows." "Who is it?" Leon, Wesker, and David demanded, obviously getting monumentally pissed off. "It's Carlos. He's obviously been working for Umbrella a long time, too. This card is high-security access," Jill finally answered. "Well, that presents a problem. He's out there with our backup crew in Zombie Land 2, and we can't go warn them because we have to continue the mission," Leon commented, and everyone felt pretty much the same way.
They had been played, and they all felt pretty damn stupid. However, Leon was right: they had to continue. Chris still wanted to go back and kick his ass, but Jill and Claire simply grabbed him and dragged him through the next door compliments of Carlos's card, still in search of the supposed access to HQ.
Steve didn't trust Carlos. He thought something must be up with him, because he kept twitching every few seconds and looking around like he expected someone to come in at any moment. Steve speculated on what he might be so nervous about. He could be afraid of the zombies, Umbrella...or them. Steve figured the last idea was pretty ridiculous, but it was by far the most interesting, so he pursued this train of thought.
If he was scared of them, then why? Well, there was either he thought one of them was a traitor, or...he was the traitor. Steve at first dismissed the idea, but the more he thought about it, the more sense it made. Carlos had been extremely nervous and tense during the entire preparation--and even more so after the mission was under way. He also knew his way around pretty well even though he had supposedly never been to England, he knew it was safe in this warehouse...and he conveniently got 'injured' in time to miss the worst of the attacks; when Steve and checked Carlos's knee, he couldn't find anything wrong with it. He had told Carlos it was hurt pretty bad to gauge his reaction, and Carlos didn't react very much at all. Sure, he said all the right stuff, but there had been no emotion whatsoever to reinforce the words. The more Steve thought about it, the more likely it seemed Carlos was, at the very least, lying about something.
He had to tell someone, but whom? He would've told Chris, but he wasn't here. The next person he felt the closest to was John, so he decided to tell him. As he tried to figure out what to say, Steve hoped John would believe him. John was a pretty easygoing guy, and had certainly taken other unbelievable things pretty well. Steve just hoped John wasn't close to Carlos; that would complicate things quite a bit.
Carlos's ID card proved pretty darn useful. Leon figured that was the most useful the guy had ever been to them, and felt another rush of anger.
That bastard! He found himself thinking, and that became Leon's nicest thought in the next few moments. He swiped the card through the next card reader and helped Chris usher a shocked Jill into the next room. Everyone felt bad for Jill; after all, she had been used the most during Carlos's little mission. Leon was momentarily distracted from his thoughts as the current inhabitants came moaning, shrieking, lurching, and leaping towards them.
Four ugly zombies, three decaying dogs, two Hunters, and a really really huge spider.... Leon's thoughts were spinning out of control as he aimed his Desert Eagle and pulled the trigger, his movements robot like and without thought.
He was jolted out of his little song by a Hunter leaping across the room to land about a foot away from him. He spun around and pulled the trigger. Click. Click. He was dry!
He fumbled for a clip, thinking shit, shit, shit as he quickly reloaded, how had he lost count of rounds like that...and then the Hunter swung his claw for the decapitating stroke just as Leon finished slamming a new clip into his gun.