DM here. Thanks to everyone that reviewed, Wesker Chick in particular, for helping me with RE history.
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The staccato sound of footsteps permeated the walls of the steel corridor. A man and a woman, running away from someone, or something, slowed to a stop in front of a large steel door.
"Please, Jill, go on. There's no way we can both make it."
The woman named Jill shook her head furiously.
"I refuse. I love you, and I can't-"
Jill was interrupted by a gunshot. The man she was arguing with slumped to his knees. He coughed up blood.
"Go..."
He shoved Jill through the gateway, and the doors closed. The man heard a Russian voice speak out.
"My apologies, Mr. Oliviera. It would appear that your contract with Umbrella has been... terminated."
Carlos turned his head at the man behind him.
"You're gonna die, Nicholai. Your days are num...bered..."
Nicholai laughed.
"I can't die. I'm-"
"Already dead. We know."
Another man, this one wearing black stepped up to Nicholai. The Russian assassin was less than pleased.
"I would appreciate it if you would not interrupt me while I do my job, King."
"And I would appreciate it if you would stop murdering everyone. This man has potential. Send him to the lab."
"How dare you te-"
Nicholai felt a sharp pain in his side.
"I'm sorry, did that sound like a question? Let me rephrase it."
The pain grew deeper.
"Send him to the lab for testing, lest I send you to the lab for testing."
Nicholai had no other choice. He cursed in Russian.
"Fine."
He glared at King with enough hate to kill a man.
Chapter 3- Revelations
The humidity of the South American rainforest left Jill in a daze. She had found the R-Virus and escaped, but lost Carlos. She wanted to hate herself for letting him die, but she knew there was nothing she could have done. Nicholai would have found them no matter what.
Her thoughts were interrupted by a crash. She hid behind a large bush.
"Rapidamente, rapidamente! Encontre a menina e traga-a às matrizes! Dobre rações ao homem que a encontra!"
"Sim senhor!"
Several men wearing Umbrella uniforms walked to the other side of the plant Jill hid behind.
"Amaldiçoe-o, os óculos de proteção faz nada."
"Que, bebê pobre não pode carregar o calor?"
"Vá ao inferno."
The two turned around and Jill saw her chance.
"Here goes nothing."
Kevin, still wary from his talk with Wesker, paced around his living room He felt angry. Angry that his good friend Jim had become such a weakling. Angry that Alyssa was being pulled into yet another crisis. And most of all, angry at his helplessness. He had to do something.
Before he could finish his thoughts, Alyssa walked in through the back of the room. She let out a careless sigh of satisfaction, and then plopped down on the couch. Oblivious to what was going on around her.
Outside, a grizzled bum stumbled around the city.
"Alyssa, we have to go." Kevin began to pick up some of his things, his gun, cigarettes and lighter.
The hobo slowly crossed the street, and finally stepped into the back alley.
Alyssa looked confused. "Go where? What's gotten into you?"
As he faded from the view of the public, the bum's half closed eyes darted open. He began to pick up some newspaper scattered along the ground.
Kevin packed some clothes, moving quickly. What HAD gotten into him? He shook his head, and started to close everything up. As he passed Alyssa by, he took a deep breath and tried to explain. "We have to go. Now. I'll explain later." He grabbed his bewildered girl by the hand and took his bags outside. Something felt wrong.
The strange homeless man finally stuffed the newspaper into his dark bottle and procured a lighter.
As the two exited the room, Alyssa tugged on Kevin's shirt. "What's going on!?" Kevin turned and paused.
A burning bottle smashed through the window of Kevin's apartment.
"It's..."
TO BE CONTINUED
Ooh, Cliffie. Deal with it. Thanks to all who reviewed. D And in case you're wondering, the Brazilian Mercenaries are speaking Portugese. Thank you Babelfish.