Carlos stepped slowly down the long iron halways of the ship. He had wanted
to find Chris outside on the deck, but it would have been too easy to be
spotted, plus it was freezing outside. The ship had begun to move. Carlos
hoped Chris had got on without being spotted, or got on at all. He would
have contacted Chris but he had dropped his radio in the sea as he snuck
aboard the ship. He needed to contact Chris so they could get the hell off
this ship. Something about it made him feel, unnerved. This was one mission
Carlos didn't want to handle alone.
He slowly crept through the dark hallways of the tanker. What was this ship called again? The Dawn? Seemed highly inapropriate. Thoughts of the word Dawn made him think of a warm sunrise back in his home. He used to lay awake all night as a child just to catch a glimpse of the early morning light filter through the night air. Then he came back to reality. Cold steel and iron, it was what he'd been expecting but in a strange sense, he was disapointed that he had been home for three days, yet he had not stayed up to watch the sun rise. He would do it when he got back, he decided. If he gets back.
Carlos stopped suddenly. He could hear something. Voices? They were very faint, but he could definantly hear something in the distance, coming towards him. He quickly ducking in to a nearby room, but left the door open slightly so he could see who it was that was speakig so faint. He waited. Nobody came. Whatever had be making the noise had turned off somewhere.
He silently made his way out of the dark room and back into the dimly lit corridor. Towards the voice. Maybe it was Chris. He shook that thought out of his head immediately. Who the hell would Chris be talking to? It had to be somebody else. There weren't many guards on this ship anymore, Rebecca had used her computer skills to find out that the Dawn was one of twenty- five new ships that was run by computer and only needed a crew of 4 at the maximum to run. They would all be on the Bridge right now. Carlos could pretty much waltz around the ship without being spotted. His first task was to locate Chris and find out where the new Bio-Weapon was being held. Chris had told him earlier that it was supposedly being held underneath the engine room so as to avoid the U.S. Customs officials and get it straight out of the country.
Carlos decided to put a hold on his thoughts for now. He reminded himself to stay focused on the mission. this was one of the most important and dangerous missions for his cause yet. Umbrella wouldn't think twice about shooting him on sight yet. He didn't want to die just yet. He had too many things left to do in this world before he moved into the next world.
Carlos neared the edge of the coridor where it would split into two directions. Left and Right. Left seemed to head downwards. Towards the engine room maybe? Right took him somewhere on the same deck. He decided that Chris wouldn't have made it this far yet so staying on this deck would be the best idea.
He rememebred the location of the stairs and set off right, into the galley. He opened the door slowly, checking that nobody was inside. As he entered, he could sense something. Not a person, more like... a feeling. Carlos didn't know what it was but he drew his Beretta. His trusty Beretta HT408. Jill had given it to him right before he had left. she said something about it getting her through Raccon and told him to keep Chris safe. Carlos simply came back with another of his witty comments, but the fact was that this gun was accurate. He didn't need that though. As long as it shot, Carlos was happy.
Carlos crept around the galley. Searching for something. He didn't know what, but his senses told him that something was wrong. A body lay on the cold ground before him. A woman. She was wearing a white coat. A Researcher's coat? There was no blood on the body but by checking her pulse, his fears were confirmed. She was infact dead. Carlos turned the body on to it's back andfound the cause. A small black hole, the size of a coin. She had been shot in the back, probably while she was trying to get something to eat. Whoever had shot her must have been very cold blooded. Carlos spun thoughts over and over in his head. Chris would never shoot an innocent person in such cold blood, even if they did work for Umbrella Chemical Inc. and why would Umbrella shoot one of their own? The only conclusion he could make is that there had to be somebody else on board this ship with them. It was the only other explination.
Carlos shook his head. This mission was going to get alot more complex as it progressed he thought. He climbed to his feet, wiping his hands on his vest. Even though there was no blood, he felt dirty by handling the body. He'd seen people killed before, but there was something creepy about this body. The entire way in which it had been killed, in cold blood, made Carlos feel uneasy.
As Carlos prepared to turn around and leave the creepy kitchen, a shot rang out. Not in the distance, but in the room. Somebody was behind him.
He slowly crept through the dark hallways of the tanker. What was this ship called again? The Dawn? Seemed highly inapropriate. Thoughts of the word Dawn made him think of a warm sunrise back in his home. He used to lay awake all night as a child just to catch a glimpse of the early morning light filter through the night air. Then he came back to reality. Cold steel and iron, it was what he'd been expecting but in a strange sense, he was disapointed that he had been home for three days, yet he had not stayed up to watch the sun rise. He would do it when he got back, he decided. If he gets back.
Carlos stopped suddenly. He could hear something. Voices? They were very faint, but he could definantly hear something in the distance, coming towards him. He quickly ducking in to a nearby room, but left the door open slightly so he could see who it was that was speakig so faint. He waited. Nobody came. Whatever had be making the noise had turned off somewhere.
He silently made his way out of the dark room and back into the dimly lit corridor. Towards the voice. Maybe it was Chris. He shook that thought out of his head immediately. Who the hell would Chris be talking to? It had to be somebody else. There weren't many guards on this ship anymore, Rebecca had used her computer skills to find out that the Dawn was one of twenty- five new ships that was run by computer and only needed a crew of 4 at the maximum to run. They would all be on the Bridge right now. Carlos could pretty much waltz around the ship without being spotted. His first task was to locate Chris and find out where the new Bio-Weapon was being held. Chris had told him earlier that it was supposedly being held underneath the engine room so as to avoid the U.S. Customs officials and get it straight out of the country.
Carlos decided to put a hold on his thoughts for now. He reminded himself to stay focused on the mission. this was one of the most important and dangerous missions for his cause yet. Umbrella wouldn't think twice about shooting him on sight yet. He didn't want to die just yet. He had too many things left to do in this world before he moved into the next world.
Carlos neared the edge of the coridor where it would split into two directions. Left and Right. Left seemed to head downwards. Towards the engine room maybe? Right took him somewhere on the same deck. He decided that Chris wouldn't have made it this far yet so staying on this deck would be the best idea.
He rememebred the location of the stairs and set off right, into the galley. He opened the door slowly, checking that nobody was inside. As he entered, he could sense something. Not a person, more like... a feeling. Carlos didn't know what it was but he drew his Beretta. His trusty Beretta HT408. Jill had given it to him right before he had left. she said something about it getting her through Raccon and told him to keep Chris safe. Carlos simply came back with another of his witty comments, but the fact was that this gun was accurate. He didn't need that though. As long as it shot, Carlos was happy.
Carlos crept around the galley. Searching for something. He didn't know what, but his senses told him that something was wrong. A body lay on the cold ground before him. A woman. She was wearing a white coat. A Researcher's coat? There was no blood on the body but by checking her pulse, his fears were confirmed. She was infact dead. Carlos turned the body on to it's back andfound the cause. A small black hole, the size of a coin. She had been shot in the back, probably while she was trying to get something to eat. Whoever had shot her must have been very cold blooded. Carlos spun thoughts over and over in his head. Chris would never shoot an innocent person in such cold blood, even if they did work for Umbrella Chemical Inc. and why would Umbrella shoot one of their own? The only conclusion he could make is that there had to be somebody else on board this ship with them. It was the only other explination.
Carlos shook his head. This mission was going to get alot more complex as it progressed he thought. He climbed to his feet, wiping his hands on his vest. Even though there was no blood, he felt dirty by handling the body. He'd seen people killed before, but there was something creepy about this body. The entire way in which it had been killed, in cold blood, made Carlos feel uneasy.
As Carlos prepared to turn around and leave the creepy kitchen, a shot rang out. Not in the distance, but in the room. Somebody was behind him.