Theory of a live man.
The cold streets of New York never sway anyone from shopping, get-togethers, or other things. He walked silently with his hand tucked in his coat pockets, the wind wanted to blow off his red hat, the same hat he wore on that island. It took him a long time to find it under all that rubble and he had to get off the island before it exploded. Being killed twice wasn't fun but he wouldn't die till he fulfills his job, but Albert Wesker told him to forget it now and do a new one that was more important than that one. He didn't care, just as long as he killed someone he was fine with the job.
He stopped at the street corner and waited for the walk sign to show, he obeys the laws sometimes but since it was winter he had to be extra careful. Crazy drivers are everywhere, he waited as the cars slowed down and the sign changed, he pressed on fighting against the bitter cold wind.
Haven't had a cold winter in ages . . . I hate winter. Everything is silent, motionless, as if everything was dead. Hope it doesn't last long.
Krauser stopped at a coffee shop and helped a woman with a baby carriage as she came out; he looks at the woman and nods his head. As soon as she was out, he went in. Some people looked at him, mostly looking at his scarred face, he didn't care. He walked up to the counter and ordered a mocha cappuccino; he sat down in one of the counter chairs and waited. He soon took a small piece of paper out of his pocket and looked at the words.
Nasser and Jones Bank.
He soon put the paper back and took out some money to pay for the drink, after he paid he walked back outside and walked down the street.
This best be a lot more interesting than Leon was. Wesker asked me to track down some kid, a waste of my time. How was this kid important? Well he never did tell me but it does have a connection to the asylum incident and Raccoon City, he said the kid was a survivor. Well survivors of Raccoon need to die.
Krauser chuckled to himself, the thought of killing Leon and Ada came to his head. He wanted to get Leon and Ada's heads cut off and deliver them both to Wesker. Well, Krauser had been wanting to find Leon for a long time but never got the chance. As he crossed the street he noticed that the streets were starting to become barren, as more snow fell Krauser knew that it was getting late. He looked up at the building he was standing in front of, Nasser and Jones. The bank he was looking for, now he had to find who he was looking for. The only clue Wesker gave him was to look for a scar on the side of the kids' head.
He walked to the rear of the building and tossed the empty cup in a dumpster. He looked up at the building and studied it as the light of day slowly faded away. As he walked away something caught his attention, the garage. He walked down into the garage and looked around, it was the banks and employee name tags were on the walls.
Wesker could have at least told me the brats name, this is annoying.
Krauser looked up at the corners of the garage, security cameras. He smiles at one of them.
If I can't figure who this kid is maybe the cameras will help. They must be in the back of the bank.
Krauser walked back to the bank and walked over to the exit, there was no handle so he used his knife to pry it open and walked in. A security guard turned and looked at Krasuer.
"I'm sorry but you can't be back here."
"I'm here as a government agent, I need to look at your garage tapes. We have information that there is a terrorist working in this bank."
"Holy shit! Go ahead, when your done let me know. I'll be in the lounge."
The guard left and this made Krauser chuckled.
"He didn't even ask for ID, man are they getting stupid."
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