Resident Evil:
Private Investigations
I stared into the eyes of the man sitting opposite me, he stared back. After a few seconds I looked away, I never could stare into other people's eyes for very long. My eyes flicked around my office, it was clichéd private detective stuff, Venetian blinds, wood panels etc. I looked back at the man, he looked like a Nazi, blonde hair, blue eyes and so on, an Aryan.
"Mr. Ashford," I scratched my head, "I seem to remember your name in the papers, now where was it. ah! Yes! You're the CO of Umbrella, that big pharmaceuticals company. I'm honoured to meet you, what can I do for you."
"Mr. McKeon, I have job for you, it pays two million pounds sterling, 500,000 up front, the rest on completion." He put his briefcase on the desk and opened it, I stared down inside it. The case was full of crisp pound notes.
"It's very simple, I need you to find a man for me,"
"All that for two million?"
"And I need you to get something for me, some documents, they're quite compromising and he's trying to blackmail me with them."
"Sounds good, I'll take it, what kind of documents would these be?"
"They will have the Umbrella symbol on the top, I'd prefer it if you didn't read them." I stood up,
"Where will I find this man, and do you have a picture, or name?"
"His name is Christopher Redfield, here is a picture," He put a surveillance shot of Redfield on the table, he looked handsome, military, and more importantly strong. I picked it up. "You will find him in Raccoon city."
"That place is under lock-down, but sure, I'll do it." I shook his hand. "When I've done it I'll call that number you gave me." He left, I grabbed my hat, coat and Berretta 9mm and followed him out the door.
Private Investigations
I stared into the eyes of the man sitting opposite me, he stared back. After a few seconds I looked away, I never could stare into other people's eyes for very long. My eyes flicked around my office, it was clichéd private detective stuff, Venetian blinds, wood panels etc. I looked back at the man, he looked like a Nazi, blonde hair, blue eyes and so on, an Aryan.
"Mr. Ashford," I scratched my head, "I seem to remember your name in the papers, now where was it. ah! Yes! You're the CO of Umbrella, that big pharmaceuticals company. I'm honoured to meet you, what can I do for you."
"Mr. McKeon, I have job for you, it pays two million pounds sterling, 500,000 up front, the rest on completion." He put his briefcase on the desk and opened it, I stared down inside it. The case was full of crisp pound notes.
"It's very simple, I need you to find a man for me,"
"All that for two million?"
"And I need you to get something for me, some documents, they're quite compromising and he's trying to blackmail me with them."
"Sounds good, I'll take it, what kind of documents would these be?"
"They will have the Umbrella symbol on the top, I'd prefer it if you didn't read them." I stood up,
"Where will I find this man, and do you have a picture, or name?"
"His name is Christopher Redfield, here is a picture," He put a surveillance shot of Redfield on the table, he looked handsome, military, and more importantly strong. I picked it up. "You will find him in Raccoon city."
"That place is under lock-down, but sure, I'll do it." I shook his hand. "When I've done it I'll call that number you gave me." He left, I grabbed my hat, coat and Berretta 9mm and followed him out the door.
