Bryan was growing impatient. He had been following around this guy for about forty-five minutes by now, not to mention the additional thirty minutes it had taken him to find him in the first place.

"Damn S.T.A.R.S," Bryan thought, "why couldn't they just be normal cops? That'd make this job so much easier."

Though despite his impatience he knew what Wesker wanted him to do, and if that meant having to wait for a little while, Bryan was prepared.

"Plus," he thought, "Good things come to those who wait."

He had been following Chris from the east wings that lead off of the dining hall. Bryan knew the mansion grounds like the back of his hand, but he couldn't choose exactly which fate to lead his prey to. If he could get him to double back, and take a right at men's room door, then he could probably take him right into a hunter breeding room.

"Ha," Bryan thought to himself, "that would be fun to watch."

On the other hand, however, if they continued on the path they were headed, and went past the downstairs guard's closet, he could get Redfield onto the second floor, and who knows what fun would await him there.

Bryan had lost himself in thought, when all of a sudden he heard the footsteps he had been following stop. He peered around the corner and saw Chris standing in the hall way in front of him, just kind of looking around.

"Shit," Bryan thought, "He's found the Spencer Commons."

The Spencer Commons was a room that all mansion scientist heads stored all their documents in. The room really had nothing all too spectacular in it, as most science data collected at the mansion, was not, in majority, T-Virus work. Umbrella made sure of that, so that if someone decided to break into the Spencer Commons and do a little outsource selling, by the time they found anything useful, they'd be surrounded.

Of course, those were security procedures set to operate on any normal day. And lately, there had been a severe shortage of normal days at the Spencer Estate.

"If he gets in there," Bryan realized, "Wesker will have my ass on a silver platter…especially if he finds anything."

Luckily though, Bryan knew that door to the Spencer Commons was locked, and if Chris wanted to get in, he'd had to solve one of Lord Spencer's many puzzles. They didn't make it easy to get into that room for no reason. Only one scientist on the grounds had the normal key to that room, and since the outbreak Bryan had no idea whatever happened to him.

"Which puzzle is it though?" He thought.

Bryan immediately thought back to his training days. They had a whole week long seminar on the different puzzles that lay throughout the mansion. Each one specifically detailed, outlined, and then demonstrated for them. Bryan had taken copious notes, in hopes of one day needing to prove himself. Though he never thought the day would look like this, he was glad he had been so studious when given the chance.

They were on the first floor, east wing, dorm hall C. That meant that the key to the Spencer Commons room was the Knight's Treasure puzzle.

Bryan envisioned his notes in his mind.

About 10 yards from their exact position was a door on the left hand side of the hallway. It lead to an even smaller hallway, and at the end was another door. Behind that door was a chamber set up to look very much like an old renaissance castle. The walls were made to look like a dungeon, and you couldn't ask for a grimier smell if you wanted to. The hallway was only about an arms length wide, and about 30-45 feet long. At the end was a life-size coat of armor, which held up a crest. On the crest were several spikes, and at the Knight's feet there was a block with the key for the Spencer Commons.

All in all, considering most of the things one would see on any given day at the Spencer Estate, the Knight's Treasure room didn't seem all that strange or discomforting. However it was what happened when you tried to take the key that made the trap so interesting.

When the key was removed from its pedestal, the pedestal would sink into the ground, the spiked-crest would begin to spin, the knight would begin moving towards you down the narrow hallway and the only door out would lock. The only way to prevent this from happening was to get the spare fake key to put in the real keys place.

"But where," he thought, "is that other key?"

Bryan thought long and hard as he watched his prey take a sip of water from a bottle secured on his hip pack. It seemed as though Chris needed a serious rest. Especially after taking out the 6 zombies they had passed along the way.

"Hmph," Bryan said quietly, "you're just like a puppy, just a lot less fun!"

He began to laugh, and then stopped abruptly.

"Puppy," he thought, "dog collar! That's it!"

The fake key was secretly secured in a special compartment hidden inside of a tag on the collar of Michael Johnson's dog. Johnson was the head veterinarian on the mansion grounds, he didn't ask for a lot of pay. In fact his only request was that he got to keep one of the dogs that hadn't been tested on as a pet. So Umbrella decided to kill two birds with one stone. They cut Johnson's pay, gave him a Doberman, and hid the key to the Knight's Treasure inside the dog's name tag.

All Bryan had to do was find that dog and then he could—

Bang Bang Bang

"What the hell was that?" he heard Chris say from around the corner.

Bryan peered around and saw his subject racing off towards the source of the shots. Either one of his teammates had been put to the test, or Wesker or Justin just got overzealous.

"Oh well," Bryan thought, "I'll let him go, and in the meantime go find and that damn dog, no sense in not taking advantage of time well given."

Bryan turned around and ran off in the other direction. Whatever it was that caused those shots, whether it be friend or foe, it should be more then enough to keep Chris Redfield busy until later.

"I hope you didn't fuck this up Justin…I swear to god!" Bryan said as he ran off to find the key..