"Alright," Chris said, wearily, "I'm only going to ask one more time. What is your name sir?"
Bryan thought he could have gotten away without answering this one. He wondered the possibility that somehow, somewhere, Chris was warned by his colleagues, to be on the watch-out for Charles Worley, the alias he had taken before. He had to think fast.
He thought rapidly of names from his past, names of workers at the mansion who had become infected, names of celebrities, authors, anyone and everyone, but everything seemed too suspicious.
"Sir, are you alright?" said a worried looking Rebecca.
Bryan snapped out of his daze, sputtering out the first name that crossed his mind.
"Um, William, William Trysdale…running into you kind of dazed me a bit there." Bryan was screaming on the inside at his evident stupidity.
"William Trysdale?" Chris asked, Bryan could sense the disbelief in his voice.
"Mind if I call you Billy?" The young girl interjected.
"Sure, why not." Bryan said, he was relieved to see the naiveté of the young girl had eased the tension on Chris's part.
"So, um, Billy, you seemed to be in quite a fright a moment ago, is there someone chasing you?" Chris asked.
"Not someone," Bryan replied, "Something. I don't know how long you've been here, but if you haven't run into one of these undead monsters, then you are luckier than you have any idea."
"No, we have seen them before, but," Chris said patting his holster, "We S.T.A.R.S can be seriously persuasive under pressure." He chuckled.
Bryan threw-up a little bit in his mouth out of utter disgust for this incompetent policeman, and his complete lack of wit.
"Anyway," Bryan continued, "I used to be a grounds-keeper here before this disaster occurred, and there is a safe house down this way. If we can get there we can contact the local authorities and get out of here."
"We are the local authorities." Rebecca replied solemnly.
"Well you can't be the entire force of authorities, now can you?" Bryan replied.
"Let's just say we aren't the only ones here Bill." Chris replied hastily.
"Chris," Rebecca said touching his arm, "I think we should listen to him. I mean, he may be of more help to us right now than you give him credit for."
Once again Bryan watched as the young girl eased the discomfort that Chris had for Bryan. If it had just been the two of them Bryan realized he would have probably had to result to force by now. Just to be safe he counted his ammo in his head.
"Alright Trysdale, lead the way, we'll cover you from behind."
Bryan began to lead the two around the mansion. He played with the key for the Knight's Treasure puzzle in his right pocket as he walked. He didn't realize that the second person was not only going to be an S.T.A.R.S member, but a young girl. It wasn't so much the fact that she was a woman that inspired slight compassion in his hardened heart, but the fact that she slightly resembled Ingrid in several ways.
Seeing this, Rebecca, was as close to Ingrid as Bryan would ever get again, and killing her would be killing Ingrid's memory forever. He had to make a new plan.
As they rounded the corner to the hall that held the Knight's Treasure Puzzle, Bryan began to formulate.
"I could lock them in one of the various dormitories," he thought, "but then again with a bullet they could easily blow out a lock or window."
As they passed the door, the only solution possible came to him. It was a long shot, but he would have to lead them out of the mansion, through the garden, and into the hidden research and development labs at the back of the mansion grounds, all at the same time as keeping them unsuspicious and hoping not to encounter Wesker, Justin, or their prey.
In the basement of the labs was a prison holding cell for trespassers and unruly test subjects alike. They were 100 feet underground, and the walls were 6 feet of concrete on 3 sides, and a 6 inches of steel for a door. There was no way they'd be escaping that. So long as he could keep them down there until everything else could be handled, he would then have time to figure out how to dispose of chris and woo the lovely Rebecca.
As much fun as it would've been to see Lisa Trevor dismantle Chris limb from limb, the risks just weren't worth the gains.
He stopped dead in his tracks.
"C'mon Trysdale, we don't have much time. Did you forget which way to go or something?" Chris asked impatiently.
"No, no not at all," Bryan replied, "right this way."