Category: Resident Evil Village
Rating: M
Couples: -
Warnings: AU, mention of torture, Blood
Chapter: 29
Copyright: Characters & places © By Capcom, Plot & OC´s © by me
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Cursing their life-choices that resulted in them having to do this, Agent 262 considered the valley ahead with their binoculars.
"Report." The walky-talky on their shoulder crackled to life.
"The damn place is full with fucking werewolves." They answered, tilting their head to push in the talk-button. "Also, flying things. This place looks like a fucking Raccoon City Two or something."
"The village on the satelite images?"
"Is here, but I can't tell what's up with the inhabitants." The Agent muttered, focusing the binoculars on the village itself. "It looks like this place got stuck in the fucking Middle Ages. There's like two vehicles I can see and they are decrepit."
"Then again..." Mission control suggested. "Maybe the villagers used their cars to get out when the infection hit. Any luck spotting Subject?"
"I think I am on the wrong side. There's a castle on the other side of the village. It did say something about that to those other three things."
"Well, have fun getting there. Don't let the wolves bite."
"I will bite you, if you don't shut up." They started scooting back from the ledge they had been perched on. It would take them a good while to get to the castle and probably even longer to find a good spot to look into it. Hopefully they could find a safe spot that was within range of a drone, that'd be easier than having to see something with binoculars. "I am not getting paid enough for this."
"Hey, you're alive. The rest of your squad can't say the same."
"Neither can I probably, at the end of this. This is not something for one person, this needs a squad, or perhaps a small army." Agent 262 snarled, heading over to his campsite. "I saw the freaking footage of the attack, Dave."
"It's not like you're supposed to fight them, you dolt." Dave countered over the sounds of a tent being taken down again. "You're supposed to locate the Subject. How hard will it be to find a ten-foot giant woman-looking thing?"
"Assuming the thing's still alive. With my luck, the Nymph killed it and I'm going to have to stare at this place forever since they'll shove it in my ass otherwise." They remembered the colleague that had tried to help an incubator escape: the man had become the next incubator after that one had died. At least incubators died quickly, except for this last one.
"You are so negative." Dave countered, ignoring the fact that Dave was the son of their boss and therefore just about the last to get a Nymph shoved in some kind of bodily orifice of all of them. "As long as you bring honest information..."
"Sure thing." The Agent rolled their eyes so hard they might wel disconnect and pop out. "Can you vouch on that?"
Tellingly, Dave didn't answer. He was at least smart enough to realize that his father had the single shortest fuse regarding failure anyone had ever seen outside of Hollywood villians.
Shoving the tent back into its' bag, they stomped down the hill to the dirtbike they had been using to get around. They were not hiking the entire bloody way, because then it'd probably take days to get anywhere.
"Should not have listened to Shannon. This shit ain't worth thrice the money I get." Dark mutterings got muffled into the helmet as they pulled it down firmly. "Fuck Shannon. That bitch died and just noped out of here. Fucking whore..." Even while driving, their complaining did not cease, though at least their expression brightened as they roared through the forest.
Just to be sure they wouldn't run into any of those freaky werewolves, they took the long way around, almost going around the next mountain. After this, they were definitely bailing, perhaps moving to America or something. Like hell were they going to hang in Romania when the next big global outbreak was around the corner. Even if they didn't get a Nymph shoved inside them, there was the real risk they'd be fed to a full-grown one. Fuck Shannon for convincing them.
Stopping on a high road, they looked down on the vineyards where they had captured the Subject once. One mouthcorner quirked up at seeing the big gloop of Amber that still remained. That stuff would last until the end of the world, that was for certain.
Scoping out the terrain, a cliffside higher up looked like a good place to set up camp. It would mean the drone would probably be out of range for overhead, but it might still extend their range somewhat.
Should have gone to the city to get some pizza or something...