(Okay, this takes place before the previous chapter. Carlos and Chris are
attempting to gain access to the Umbrella ship that will presumably take
the to the Deep Tank. Reviews are welcome. Both good and bad.)
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The harsh rain descended from the night sky. Although it was May, it still felt like it was Summer. The storm overhead poured down over the docks, drenching the wooden boardwalks. A figure appeared, a man, out of a small cabin, clutching a small brown sack. Rain poured from the sky onto his shoulders. He wasn't wearing much that would keep him warm in this type of weather. He seemed like a member of the Military. He moitioned back inside the cabin as another man followed him out. The second man was much taller than the first man had been and he was wearing a long black raincoat with the hood up to protect himself from the elements.
"Which way?" spoke the second man. His voiced seemed tainted by traces of an accent.
"Follow me" replied the second. Both men stealthfully crept down the long boardwalk to a set of wooden steps. Each man keeping lookout for anybody who might be crazy enough to be at the docks with all that had been going on.
"Chris" spoke the second man. "Are you sure it is going to show up?"
"Positive" replied Chris.
"I don't think we can really trust information from somebody we've never seen and know nothing about. It could be an Umbrella trap, after all, they know of our 'terrorist' activities."
"I know, it's just..." Chris' voice trailed off. He didn't want to have to explain to Carlos exactly why he trusted his source. Carlos would flip and report him to their superiors if they knew the real purpose of this mission. He would tell Carlos later, he decided. There was no point in worrying the man right now. They had enough worries as it was.
"Just what?" Carlos questioned.
"Nothing"
"Whatever man. Just remember, we got stuff to do after this so don't go getting yourself killed, comprendè?"
"Whatever" Chris hated Carlos' spanish phrases. He hated Carlos' accent. He hated the way Carlos flirted with his sister and Jill. In fact, he didn't care much for the young mercinary at all. He didn't even remember why he and Carlos were assigned to this mission anyway. Chris would have much rather been paired up with Barry, but he didn't much care for the cocky hispanic youth. He trusted Barry with his life, even after discovering Barry had sold them out back in Arklay. Barry was a simple man like himself and would do anything for his wife and daughters. Chris could forgive him for his betrayal.
"Cold rain tonight" Carlos spoke. Chris was brought out of his trance, but didn't quite hear.
"..What?"
"I said it's a cold rain tonight."
"I noticed. I thought tropical storms we supposed to be warm. It feels like the Antarctic here."
Carlos gave a slight hint of laughing but thought better of it. He didn't want to come to blows with Chris on such an important mission. He knew Chris didn't like him. Their feeling was mutual. Chris always had a 'thing' for Jill and Carlos enjoyed winding him up by flirting outragiously with her and his sister, Claire. He did however, volunteer for this mission, even if he knew that Chris Redfield would be his 'superior'. It had been a long time since he had returned to his homeland and he jumped at the chance. He wanted to see his father again. He had things to say to his father. But that could wait until after Chris and himself completed their mission.
"Stay focused" Carlos said under his breath.
"What?" Chris asked.
"Nevermind. Just stay focused. We never know when that ship is going to show up."
"Yes we do. It's there." Chris said with a hint of excitement in his voice. He prepared something or other in his carry sack, while Carlos eyed the approaching ship through a pair of binoculars.
"That's strange" Carlos said.
"What is?" replied Chris, not really paying attention and struggling with the zipper on his bag.
"I can't see any Umbrella markings on that ship."
"What's the name?"
"Dawn"
"That's definantly it. Umbrella markings or not"
"Still... it's odd how there are no Umbrella markings on it what-so- ever..." Carlos explained, bemused.
"...I don't think Umbrella wants anybody to know they have buisness down here" Chris spoke with a speedy tone in his voice. Almost trying to hush Carlos up and prevent him from thinking anything further.
The ship pulled into the dock. The heavy sound of iron shifting through the dark waves was silent and yet, all they could hear. Finaly, with a large 'clank' sound, the ship stopped moving as the bridge to the docks was lowered. Men left the ship via the long steps. All carrying some sort of weaponry, searching for a target to test their weapons out on. Chris glanced at Carlos, who was still looking through the binoculars. Not that he needed them. The were only thirty feet from the ship and it's crew.
"So what do we do now... sir?" Carlos spat out the words with a hint of bitterness at Redfield's superiority over him.
"Who knows. I guess we'll have to wait until we can find an opening and sneak aboard."
"How do we do that?"
"I have no idea. The two of us can't go on together, we'd be spotted immediately."
"You want us to spilt up?" said Carlos, removing his black raincoat and tossing it in to the nearby bush.
"Looks like that's the only option. We have to find out where this ship is headed. If Umbrella truly does have another bio-weapon in development like we have been told, then this could spell big trouble for us."
"Okay..." replied Carlos. He was starting to warm to Redfield's cause a little. Chris may have been an asshole, but he knew his right from his wrong. He wasn't just a merc who took jobs for money without questioning his own actions. He didn't do as he was ordered without questioning the orders of his bosses. Unlike himself, Chris had a sense of dignity and morals. No, it wasn't that. It was something higher than all that. Something Carlos would never have, no matter how hard he tried, he's still just be a merc who didn't have to make his own choices in life and let somebody else take them for him. Maybe he liked it like that. Who knows.
"Carlos, you'll need to take the port side. I'll go around the opposite." Chris whispered. If the men from the ship discovered them, it would be putting a pretty hefty bullet in the body of all he and Jill had worked for over the past 9 months.
"Gotcha' cheif, but we are we going to meet up?" Carlos asked. Chris pondered this for a minute before finally coming up with an answer.
"Dunno. I guess we'll find eachother on the ship. It's not that big." Great Redfield, Chris thought to himself, we've come this far and alread you've come up with a plan that the French wouldn't even use in a war.
Carlos and Chris prepared to move. The guards had settled down slightly and were smoking. Now was their chance. If they didn't go now, the ship would leave and both men would be left standing.
"Carlos" Chris said.
"Yeah?"
Chris paused for a moment, wondering what to say.
"Stay lucky"
Carlos gave a cocky smile and a half-assed salute to Chris before leaving the bush to attempt to get on the ship.
Sometimes that guy can be okay, Chris thought to himself as he prepared to once again enter his nightmare.
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The harsh rain descended from the night sky. Although it was May, it still felt like it was Summer. The storm overhead poured down over the docks, drenching the wooden boardwalks. A figure appeared, a man, out of a small cabin, clutching a small brown sack. Rain poured from the sky onto his shoulders. He wasn't wearing much that would keep him warm in this type of weather. He seemed like a member of the Military. He moitioned back inside the cabin as another man followed him out. The second man was much taller than the first man had been and he was wearing a long black raincoat with the hood up to protect himself from the elements.
"Which way?" spoke the second man. His voiced seemed tainted by traces of an accent.
"Follow me" replied the second. Both men stealthfully crept down the long boardwalk to a set of wooden steps. Each man keeping lookout for anybody who might be crazy enough to be at the docks with all that had been going on.
"Chris" spoke the second man. "Are you sure it is going to show up?"
"Positive" replied Chris.
"I don't think we can really trust information from somebody we've never seen and know nothing about. It could be an Umbrella trap, after all, they know of our 'terrorist' activities."
"I know, it's just..." Chris' voice trailed off. He didn't want to have to explain to Carlos exactly why he trusted his source. Carlos would flip and report him to their superiors if they knew the real purpose of this mission. He would tell Carlos later, he decided. There was no point in worrying the man right now. They had enough worries as it was.
"Just what?" Carlos questioned.
"Nothing"
"Whatever man. Just remember, we got stuff to do after this so don't go getting yourself killed, comprendè?"
"Whatever" Chris hated Carlos' spanish phrases. He hated Carlos' accent. He hated the way Carlos flirted with his sister and Jill. In fact, he didn't care much for the young mercinary at all. He didn't even remember why he and Carlos were assigned to this mission anyway. Chris would have much rather been paired up with Barry, but he didn't much care for the cocky hispanic youth. He trusted Barry with his life, even after discovering Barry had sold them out back in Arklay. Barry was a simple man like himself and would do anything for his wife and daughters. Chris could forgive him for his betrayal.
"Cold rain tonight" Carlos spoke. Chris was brought out of his trance, but didn't quite hear.
"..What?"
"I said it's a cold rain tonight."
"I noticed. I thought tropical storms we supposed to be warm. It feels like the Antarctic here."
Carlos gave a slight hint of laughing but thought better of it. He didn't want to come to blows with Chris on such an important mission. He knew Chris didn't like him. Their feeling was mutual. Chris always had a 'thing' for Jill and Carlos enjoyed winding him up by flirting outragiously with her and his sister, Claire. He did however, volunteer for this mission, even if he knew that Chris Redfield would be his 'superior'. It had been a long time since he had returned to his homeland and he jumped at the chance. He wanted to see his father again. He had things to say to his father. But that could wait until after Chris and himself completed their mission.
"Stay focused" Carlos said under his breath.
"What?" Chris asked.
"Nevermind. Just stay focused. We never know when that ship is going to show up."
"Yes we do. It's there." Chris said with a hint of excitement in his voice. He prepared something or other in his carry sack, while Carlos eyed the approaching ship through a pair of binoculars.
"That's strange" Carlos said.
"What is?" replied Chris, not really paying attention and struggling with the zipper on his bag.
"I can't see any Umbrella markings on that ship."
"What's the name?"
"Dawn"
"That's definantly it. Umbrella markings or not"
"Still... it's odd how there are no Umbrella markings on it what-so- ever..." Carlos explained, bemused.
"...I don't think Umbrella wants anybody to know they have buisness down here" Chris spoke with a speedy tone in his voice. Almost trying to hush Carlos up and prevent him from thinking anything further.
The ship pulled into the dock. The heavy sound of iron shifting through the dark waves was silent and yet, all they could hear. Finaly, with a large 'clank' sound, the ship stopped moving as the bridge to the docks was lowered. Men left the ship via the long steps. All carrying some sort of weaponry, searching for a target to test their weapons out on. Chris glanced at Carlos, who was still looking through the binoculars. Not that he needed them. The were only thirty feet from the ship and it's crew.
"So what do we do now... sir?" Carlos spat out the words with a hint of bitterness at Redfield's superiority over him.
"Who knows. I guess we'll have to wait until we can find an opening and sneak aboard."
"How do we do that?"
"I have no idea. The two of us can't go on together, we'd be spotted immediately."
"You want us to spilt up?" said Carlos, removing his black raincoat and tossing it in to the nearby bush.
"Looks like that's the only option. We have to find out where this ship is headed. If Umbrella truly does have another bio-weapon in development like we have been told, then this could spell big trouble for us."
"Okay..." replied Carlos. He was starting to warm to Redfield's cause a little. Chris may have been an asshole, but he knew his right from his wrong. He wasn't just a merc who took jobs for money without questioning his own actions. He didn't do as he was ordered without questioning the orders of his bosses. Unlike himself, Chris had a sense of dignity and morals. No, it wasn't that. It was something higher than all that. Something Carlos would never have, no matter how hard he tried, he's still just be a merc who didn't have to make his own choices in life and let somebody else take them for him. Maybe he liked it like that. Who knows.
"Carlos, you'll need to take the port side. I'll go around the opposite." Chris whispered. If the men from the ship discovered them, it would be putting a pretty hefty bullet in the body of all he and Jill had worked for over the past 9 months.
"Gotcha' cheif, but we are we going to meet up?" Carlos asked. Chris pondered this for a minute before finally coming up with an answer.
"Dunno. I guess we'll find eachother on the ship. It's not that big." Great Redfield, Chris thought to himself, we've come this far and alread you've come up with a plan that the French wouldn't even use in a war.
Carlos and Chris prepared to move. The guards had settled down slightly and were smoking. Now was their chance. If they didn't go now, the ship would leave and both men would be left standing.
"Carlos" Chris said.
"Yeah?"
Chris paused for a moment, wondering what to say.
"Stay lucky"
Carlos gave a cocky smile and a half-assed salute to Chris before leaving the bush to attempt to get on the ship.
Sometimes that guy can be okay, Chris thought to himself as he prepared to once again enter his nightmare.