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Just so no one from Capcom comes to sue me: I DO NOT OWN RESIDENT EVIL OR THE CHARACTERS.
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John was reminiscing to the time before Umbrella. Back then, he would have just gotten off from work and driven to a random bar or nightclub, looking to pick up a random hot chick and bring her home. Ah, yes, the good old days...then he would've gone to work the next day and bothered Karen, his second-favorite hobby. Then Steve-O would come in and John would start in on him, too. Suddenly, John froze. Karen and Steve...they had died at Caliban Cove. If Umbrella had never started their experiments, if Trent had never come to David's door, then both of them would be alive today and he wouldn't be sitting in a smelly warehouse, he'd be in Exeter.
He was jolted off of Memory Lane by Steve tapping on his shoulder rather insistently. He jerked around to face him, and Steve asked him in a low voice,
"Could you step outside with me for a second? I need to tell you something kinda personal."
John looked at him quizzically, and saw the seriousness of Steve's face. Whatever Steve had to say, it had to be pretty important. John got up and followed Steve out to the main warehouse, wondering what the kid had to say.
There was a loud BANG and the Hunter fell just as Leon put up his gun. He looked in the direction the bullet came from to see Jill's mocking face.
"Little slow on the reload, rookie," she commented idly, that mocking grin still there. "Yeah, well, what took you so long to help me out? I think you're getting older than Barry--or at least slower," Leon cracked, and Jill smiled wider, replying, "#1. You are older than me--but I'm way better. #2. No one is older than Barry because he is older than dirt itself. #3. I wanted to see if you could do it plus the fact that I was preoccupied. And finally, #4: If you ever make a crack about my age again, I'll kick you ass into next week."
Smiling again, she went to check on Chris, and Leon smiled.
Ahh, nothing like a dose of Jill's sarcasm to raise your self-esteem. He wondered how Chris put up with her long enough to fall in love. Shaking his head, he followed the rest of the team, carefully stepping on the Hunter as he passed it.
Steve led John into a small office on the second floor of the warehouse. Wondering how he was gonna tell John about Carlos. As soon as the door was closed behind them, John turned to Steve.
"OK Steve, what's going on?"
Well, shit. John wasn't giving him any time to prepare this.
"OK. Have you noticed how odd Carlos has been acting lately?" John looked at him quizzically, but nodded. Steve rushed on, not wanting to lose his nerve; John could be a scary guy. "Well, I think there's a rather disturbing reason behind it all. I know this is gonna sound crazy, but I think Carlos is acing as a double-agent--- for Umbrella."
Jill sighed as she swiped the card yet again. She wished that this mission was over so she could just go home--or her current hideaway. She was tired, her ankle hurt from when she twisted it running from the zombies--it was probably sprained, wonderful--and she was thoroughly sick of playing the role of vigilante. It was a pain in the ass, especially since they could never settle down. The only good thing in her life was Chris.
She glanced inside the next room and sighed at the sight of the three decaying, disgusting, pitiful zombies that lay inside. She signaled that it was okay to come inside, and they all filed into a very nice lab/computer room. It appeared to be a dead end. They shot down the walking "dead", and then went straight to the computers. Jill picked a computer at random, the one nearest a set of bookcases.
When she turned it on, she could only get the screen to read one thing: Enter ID number. She sighed, then pulled out Carlos's card and began typing in the 15-number code: 154789654123687. As soon as she hit the enter key, the wonderful spinning Umbrella symbol appeared, followed by: Activation code please.
Luckily, someone had thoughtfully left the code lying around by the computer, and Jill smiled as she typed it in: nemesis666. With the silent hum of hydraulics, the bookcase slid up into the ceiling to reveal a tunnel leading steadily downward. When Jill looked at the screen, it said: Access to Headquarters granted.
Well, holy shit. She'd done it.
"Guys," she called out excitedly, "I think we've found our access-but it's not exactly what we had in mind."
Everyone looked up from their screens, and almost died at the sight of the tunnel. Well, not exactly, but you know what I mean.
"What? You mean to tell me that we came all this way looking for a password or something cuz that was what Trent hinted at; so now we realize our access is literally access, but we didn't come prepared for that; so what do we do now?" Claire ranted, and everyone felt the same way. "Well, obviously we have a decision to make: Should we stay or should we go?" Chris asked, and everyone pondered the question for a while, wondering what exactly they should do.
Suddenly, a voice heard over the intercom greatly sped up their decision: "The self-destruct system has been activated. All personnel should evacuate immediately."
"Well, that blows," Jill said, and just like on Rockfort, Claire started to laugh hysterically. She didn't know why she found that comment so funny, but she thought it was very amusing all the same.
Everyone looked at her for a moment, then started to giggle, too. Pretty soon, everyone was laughing hard, and then they abruptly stopped.
"Well, I guess that solves our little dilemma. I suppose we go, and go quickly," Leon said, and everyone ran for the tunnel, hoping they could run far enough away before the place blew.
Just so no one from Capcom comes to sue me: I DO NOT OWN RESIDENT EVIL OR THE CHARACTERS.
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John was reminiscing to the time before Umbrella. Back then, he would have just gotten off from work and driven to a random bar or nightclub, looking to pick up a random hot chick and bring her home. Ah, yes, the good old days...then he would've gone to work the next day and bothered Karen, his second-favorite hobby. Then Steve-O would come in and John would start in on him, too. Suddenly, John froze. Karen and Steve...they had died at Caliban Cove. If Umbrella had never started their experiments, if Trent had never come to David's door, then both of them would be alive today and he wouldn't be sitting in a smelly warehouse, he'd be in Exeter.
He was jolted off of Memory Lane by Steve tapping on his shoulder rather insistently. He jerked around to face him, and Steve asked him in a low voice,
"Could you step outside with me for a second? I need to tell you something kinda personal."
John looked at him quizzically, and saw the seriousness of Steve's face. Whatever Steve had to say, it had to be pretty important. John got up and followed Steve out to the main warehouse, wondering what the kid had to say.
There was a loud BANG and the Hunter fell just as Leon put up his gun. He looked in the direction the bullet came from to see Jill's mocking face.
"Little slow on the reload, rookie," she commented idly, that mocking grin still there. "Yeah, well, what took you so long to help me out? I think you're getting older than Barry--or at least slower," Leon cracked, and Jill smiled wider, replying, "#1. You are older than me--but I'm way better. #2. No one is older than Barry because he is older than dirt itself. #3. I wanted to see if you could do it plus the fact that I was preoccupied. And finally, #4: If you ever make a crack about my age again, I'll kick you ass into next week."
Smiling again, she went to check on Chris, and Leon smiled.
Ahh, nothing like a dose of Jill's sarcasm to raise your self-esteem. He wondered how Chris put up with her long enough to fall in love. Shaking his head, he followed the rest of the team, carefully stepping on the Hunter as he passed it.
Steve led John into a small office on the second floor of the warehouse. Wondering how he was gonna tell John about Carlos. As soon as the door was closed behind them, John turned to Steve.
"OK Steve, what's going on?"
Well, shit. John wasn't giving him any time to prepare this.
"OK. Have you noticed how odd Carlos has been acting lately?" John looked at him quizzically, but nodded. Steve rushed on, not wanting to lose his nerve; John could be a scary guy. "Well, I think there's a rather disturbing reason behind it all. I know this is gonna sound crazy, but I think Carlos is acing as a double-agent--- for Umbrella."
Jill sighed as she swiped the card yet again. She wished that this mission was over so she could just go home--or her current hideaway. She was tired, her ankle hurt from when she twisted it running from the zombies--it was probably sprained, wonderful--and she was thoroughly sick of playing the role of vigilante. It was a pain in the ass, especially since they could never settle down. The only good thing in her life was Chris.
She glanced inside the next room and sighed at the sight of the three decaying, disgusting, pitiful zombies that lay inside. She signaled that it was okay to come inside, and they all filed into a very nice lab/computer room. It appeared to be a dead end. They shot down the walking "dead", and then went straight to the computers. Jill picked a computer at random, the one nearest a set of bookcases.
When she turned it on, she could only get the screen to read one thing: Enter ID number. She sighed, then pulled out Carlos's card and began typing in the 15-number code: 154789654123687. As soon as she hit the enter key, the wonderful spinning Umbrella symbol appeared, followed by: Activation code please.
Luckily, someone had thoughtfully left the code lying around by the computer, and Jill smiled as she typed it in: nemesis666. With the silent hum of hydraulics, the bookcase slid up into the ceiling to reveal a tunnel leading steadily downward. When Jill looked at the screen, it said: Access to Headquarters granted.
Well, holy shit. She'd done it.
"Guys," she called out excitedly, "I think we've found our access-but it's not exactly what we had in mind."
Everyone looked up from their screens, and almost died at the sight of the tunnel. Well, not exactly, but you know what I mean.
"What? You mean to tell me that we came all this way looking for a password or something cuz that was what Trent hinted at; so now we realize our access is literally access, but we didn't come prepared for that; so what do we do now?" Claire ranted, and everyone felt the same way. "Well, obviously we have a decision to make: Should we stay or should we go?" Chris asked, and everyone pondered the question for a while, wondering what exactly they should do.
Suddenly, a voice heard over the intercom greatly sped up their decision: "The self-destruct system has been activated. All personnel should evacuate immediately."
"Well, that blows," Jill said, and just like on Rockfort, Claire started to laugh hysterically. She didn't know why she found that comment so funny, but she thought it was very amusing all the same.
Everyone looked at her for a moment, then started to giggle, too. Pretty soon, everyone was laughing hard, and then they abruptly stopped.
"Well, I guess that solves our little dilemma. I suppose we go, and go quickly," Leon said, and everyone ran for the tunnel, hoping they could run far enough away before the place blew.