Hello lovely readers~ tis time to introduce a new character that some may have been waiting very patiently for. So without any further delay let's get to it.

Song Suggestion: Dirty Paws by Of Monsters and Men

Disclaimer: I own nothing~ Resident Evil belongs to CapCom and this is fan fiction lol probably obvious at this point. For those that are not great with reading scenes with characters in pain or in distress. This chapter includes childbirth which is extremely painful. There are three sections in this chapter, you're going to want to skip the middle one if you don't want to read that. So, when you see the first '*'*'*'*', just keep scrolling until you get to the second one to skip it. You will be missing some semi important information but for those that do need to skip that section I'll have a summary of what you need in the end notes.


Halloween was fun and memorable, the night of candy and costumes came to a close and the morning announced the beginning of November. Routines continued as normal while Chris anxiously marked off another day closer to leaving again. The agent stared at the calendar that was hanging on the wall by the dresser while frowning and scratching at the stubble of his beard.

"Come on kid, Either show up or wait a bit longer..." He says under his breath before making his way downstairs.

As he made his way to the dining area the table was set with two plates that held servings of bacon eggs and toast. He smiles a bit to himself as he noticed Emma sitting in her usual place at the table as she ate a bowl of oatmeal with fruit in it.

"Hey, Any movement?" He asks as he takes his seat.

Hearing this causes Emma to chuckle. "No new movement to report since the last time you asked me thirty minutes ago," she replied with a teasing tone.

"You never know," he says with a shrug as he starts to pick at his plate of food.

Emma's smile remained all the same as she ate her breakfast. It took a few minutes, but small hurried footsteps could be heard followed by the tapping of paws as Rose made her way into the dining area with Duke trailing behind her.

"There you are, were you having a hard time picking an outfit for today?" Emma asks curiously since it was a bit unusual for the child to take so long.

"I couldn't find my dollars," Rose replies in return as she moves to take her seat.

Oh shit.

"You're dollars?" Emma asks confused while Chris found his plate of food fascinating all of a sudden in an attempt to avoid eye contact.

"Yeah! I won them cause everyone liked my costume, see?" Rose says as she shifts to get the hand full of twenties out of her pocket to show to her other mother. "Can we go to the toy store over the weekend?"

Emma looks at the six twenty dollar bills with an expression of stunned surprised. Wait a second. A hundred and twenty bucks is a really unusual amount for a prize and most companies avoid directly giving out cash. "That's so exciting, congratulations Rose." Emma says while still processing the child's small fortune before looking at Chris "You didn't mention she won a costume contest."

"Yeah, everyone entered and put money on the table and 'cause I got first place, I got the money," Rose explained with a smile, unaware that she pretty much just threw Chris under the bus.

Upon hearing this Emma's expression dropped to an unamused neutral stare. "Really?" she asks in the same excited tone though her expression betrayed her. "Chris, Before you two head out could you help me with something in the nursery?" Emma requests as an excuse to get him away from rose to talk about this. He was not getting off the hook for this one.

Oh boy. "Sure," he replies knowing better than to test the wrath of an upset woman who was due to give birth at any second. "Now or?" he looked between Emma and his plate of food.

"Now," Emma replies with a nod as she moves to get up and start heading towards the stairs.

"Eat your breakfast," Chris says to rose as he gets up and follows after. The second he was upstairs and the door to the nursery was shut the conversation took off.

"You let her gamble?" Emma asks in an annoyed whisper.

"It was a friendly bet," Chris replies hoping to calm Emma's concern.

"She didn't know any better, what sort of example was this setting?" Emma points out in return.

"She wanted to be included, she doesn't have many friends her age,"Chris says to show the dilemma he had been faced with.

The woman bit her tongue and kept from pointing out that was because he was picky about who she was allowed to be around. "That's not how you get money, you lose more often than you win with stuff like that. How are we going to explain that to her when her first experience with gambling was winning $120? Do you know how much that is to a six and a half year old?"

"I let her because I thought she'd lose, and lead into that conversation, so she'd learn from it," Chris explains his flawed logic.

"Well that backfired," Emma says still a bit cross about the situation. Next he was going to tell her that his plan for teaching her not to drink alcohol underage is to hand her a beer and tell her to swish it around in her mouth, so it burns and foams up.

"Yeah," He acknowledges "She was going to have to learn financial responsibility eventually? She's apparently been digging through the couch for money anyways," Chris says hoping that might help get him out of the dog house.

It earned him an unamused stare, but, he was undeniably correct. She had matured enough to know what money is, to want it, and to want to buy things on her own. "Most kids start with an allowance," Emma points out as her annoyance had decreased but was still somewhat present.

"If she asks for more money than well bring up chores and work over what she can do to earn it, She's not going to be involved in the squad bets every time," He offers as further reassurance. "It's something the 6 of us have done for almost a decade now, and she wanted to be included." Chris adds with a short chuckle. "You try telling that kid no when she's making the face."

"We both kind of need to work on that, yeah," Emma replies with a tired sigh. It would be easier to be on the same page about this stuff if he wasn't away so often... "I'mm annoyed, but I love you," Emma adds which does help Chris relax a bit. "I'll take her to the store, teach her about spending and taxes and keep an eye on her but let's work over a plan for getting her set up with chores and an allowance to try and help correct this a bit. Can you please take the lead on that?"

"Yeah, I can do that," He says agreeing to the division of work on that subject since the betting did push for her to learn about this stuff, now rather than later.

"Thanks," Emma replies with a partial attempt at a smile while offering a fist bump which Chris accepts and returns. "We got this right?"

"Right," he confirms.

'*'*'*'*'

Time continued to move forward, each day started the same with Chris marking off a day on the calendar hoping for news until the dreaded day arrived, and he was whisked away, across the ocean, back into the field and hunting down bioweapons before Emma could have their child. Unless this kid held out for 3 more weeks. He was going to miss it... Chris and the rest of hound wolf squad sat around a small fire that the team set up to keep them warm while they rested for the night.

The tired leader took a wrinkled cigarette from his pocket and used the fire to light the end before placing it between his lips, so he could knit his now free hands together and tap his thumb.

"You're moping," Umber eye says while picking at his MRE.

"Cut the guy some slack, he has his reasons," Tundra replies showing some empathy for Chris's predicament.

"I'm not moping, I'm just anxious," He says in a calm even tone while focusing on inhaling and exhaling the smoke.

"There's a difference?" Lobo asks with mild amusement which caused the others to snicker quietly to themselves and even earned a half-hearted 'ha' from Chris.

The group sat in silence for a bit longer before Chris spoke again. "It's already the 14th, I should have heard something by now," He says. He couldn't let this eat away at him, best to get it off his chest, so he can stop thinking about it.

"She's fine, chances are the kid's already here and the BSAA just doesn't want you distracted," Umber eye offers to try and give some peace of mind. "Getting distracted is how you end up coming home in a box."

"Yeah," Chris replies, he knew that, but it didn't really keep him from worrying all the same.

"Try and get some sleep, we got another raid ahead of us in the morning," Night Howl says as he moves to get up and gives Chris a pat on the back before heading back to his tent.

"And another after that, and another," Canine says with a tired sigh, "Seriously these people are practically sterile with how little information they're giving us... just another signal and another dead end each time."

"Because they're toying with us," Chris points out. It wasn't hard to see that after 6 months they were chasing their tails. Find a base, get nothing but crystals and mold samples that match the Louisiana strain and maybe a new lab location. "Each time we get there they've already cleared out..."

"So you're suggesting we still have a mole?" Tundra asks with a raised eyebrow.

"It's possible," Chris says with a nod.

"I don't think it's anyone here, if that was the case then the BSAA would have known about our plan for Romania and intervened..." Lobo points out and the others nod in agreement.

"But someone is tipping off whoever this is and telling them to get out before we arrive," Umber eye agrees with a nod. "We could try digging again, but they're not really giving us much time for it, and they won't give us a slap on the wrist if we get caught sneaking around again."

"Do we have much of a choice?" Canine asks with a raised eyebrow. "Figuring out who this it could be the difference between a major infection, or shutting this down without casualties,"

"The BSAA doesn't care about that anymore," Chris says with a tired sigh. "They'll get suspicious if I start digging through files at the least."

"So I'll do it," Tundra says which causes the others to look at her. "What, the natural choice would be either Me or Night Howl, we both have clearance for the evidence lockers, and we have reason to be there since we work with communications and such."

"Just be careful okay?" Lobo says while shaking his head.

"If we can at least find a way to get a head start and cut them off that would give us the best possible chance of shutting this down." Umber eye admits.

"Looks like we have the start of a plan then..." Chris says before reaching to take the cigarette from his mouth and snuff it out on a nearby rock, so he could get up and head to his tent to rest for the night.

The morning of the 15th arrived and Emma gingerly rolled out of bed with a whimpering wince. Everything was sore, this sucked. She thought with a tired sigh as she moved to walk over to the closet and changed into a loose maternity dress. Her normal clothes hadn't fit properly for some time now, so she'd been borrowing some of Chelsea's maternity clothes in the meantime.

The routine continued as normal, Emma waddled her way down the hall to Rose's room to wake up the child before heading downstairs to find that her mother and father woke up even earlier than she did and were already busy around the house. Her father was preparing breakfast while her mother sat at the table sipping at a cup of Coffee.

"Are you alright sweetie?" Emma's mother asks with gentle concern as she watched her daughter gingerly lower herself into a chair next to her.

"Fine," Emma replies with a nod. "Just kinda wishing this kid would hurry up and get out. I'm starting to feel more like a cranky landlord," She jokingly adds with a short laugh as she remembered Mr. Jacob's rants about the tenants who would pay rent late.

"That pretty normal," Her mother replied with an amused smile. "Do you want some oatmeal?"

"I am kinda starting to get sick of fruit and oatmeal," Emma admits in return.

"I know dear," the motherly woman replies, "But trust me the last thing you want in your stomach is greasy food when that baby starts making his way out. I made that mistake when I was having your brother, only had to make it once," Her mother says with an amused smile as she moved to get up to go and get Emma something to eat. "When I heard that having your first kid could take 24 hours with no food I made your father pull over at a McDonald to get me a burger before we got to the hospital."

"Yep. And I ended up wearing it a few hours later," Her father says with an unamused yet neutral expression. "Ended up having to wear a paper hospice gown the whole time."

Emma grimaced slightly at the mental image. Great. Way to put her at ease that this was going to be fine, and she can handle this. 24 hours and no food? Noooo. "... How romantic?" Emma says with a confused tone. How was she supposed to react to that story?

Hearing her response caused the man to chuckle as he whisked away at a metal bowl of pancake batter.

The sound of metal scrapping against metal filled the air as Hound wolf squad made their way into the latest lab location. Chris motioned for everyone to round up and get closer, so he could whisper instructions.

"Alright, looks like this one is pretty empty too, but it's better to be safe than sorry. Umber eye, go with canine and check to the north, Lobo and tundra to the west, I'll go with night howl to the east." Chris instructs. "If you see hostile Bioweapons then shoot to kill but if you find anyone else who might have answers. A scientists or other staff, take them in for questioning." The agent adds earning a few nods as the squad shifted to stand in their assigned pairs.

"Yes sir," "Rodger that," "You got it boss," "On it captain," "I've got your back,"

"Hound wolf, move out," Chris says with a nod and with that, each of the groups went on their way.

"Lobo checking in, first room is clear," says the familiar voice in a whisper over the communication link.

"Same here, first room is clear," Umber eye says shortly after.

Chris and Lobo made it into what appeared to be a section of open lab space as the desks were lined with various beakers and vials that had all been abandoned.

"This is Alpha, first room is clear, keep us posted," Chris says quietly while keeping an eye and ear out for any sudden movement.

"Captain, at your 11, What's over there?" Night howl asks curiously as he motions over to a large viewing window on the other side of the room that was position next to a highly reinforced door.

"Good catch, I'm not sure..." Chris admits quietly while signaling for Night Howl to cover him as he made his way over to the window. It was too dark to see in. "Looks like the easiest way through, will be to break the glass," Chris says with a slight frown. Given the nature of the experiments run here, it wasn't an easier task. Definitely not a quiet one.

"We're going to be loud, anything on your radars?" Chris asks through the communicator.

"Nothing to report," Tundra says.

"Nothing hostile here either," Canine replies.

"We're setting up a charge, we've run into a road block," Chris says while working on getting a charge duct taped to the window.

"Subtly is not your forte huh cap?" Lobo asks jokingly. "But good to know we'll keep an eye out to see if it wakes anything up."

"Good," Chris replies. With the charge set up he hurries out of the room with night howl, back into the main entry area and starts counting down. 3.2.1.

Crashing and clatters could be heard as the bowl and spoon Emma had been carrying over to the sink slipped from her hands as she moved to hold her stomach with one hand. "I think it's time," Emma says before moving to cover her mouth with her other hand. That kinda sorta really hurt so either that baby learned some crazy moves and punched her bladder, which the pain was in the wrong location for that, or her water just broke and that was a contraction.

"You're sure?" Her father asks nervously. He'd been there for the birth of his 3 kids, and his son had a child of his own, but there wasn't much that could prepare him for his little girl going through what he'd seen others go through before. He knew what was coming, and it wasn't going to be easy.

Emma nods "Yep, yeah. Pretty sure," She replies while breathing in.

"Eugene can you get the car ready and pack the overnight bags?" Emma's mother asks while she moves to hurry around the kitchen.

"On it," he replies as he drops what he was doing to complete the assigned task.

"Okay we need to write down what time it is, so we can keep track of the contractions," Her mother says while digging around for paper and a pencil.

Again Emma nods, though she looked more like she was starting to space out.

"Remember your breathing," Her mother coached as she writes down the time on a spare sticky note.

A sharp inhale could be heard as night howl looked up at a large machine that appeared to be ripped open. "What the hell was in there..." he asks under his breath. They had been wandering around the lower floor of the lab for a few hours now thanks to the entry way they made and from there they found themselves in the center of a large creation chamber.

"Based on the size of it, they were trying to make a T-type of some sort with the mold, Probably a t-103 variant, those are common enough," Chris says though he was more focused on checking their surroundings to make sure they were alone. The room was just as dark as the last, if not more so as they needed their night vision goggles to see their surroundings.

"This is Alpha reporting in, we might have something," Chris says to the communication link. "Looks like a creation chamber, continue your sweeps with caution. we don't know why this place is dark," Chris warns and receives confirming chatter in return.

"Whatever they were up to, it looks like they succeeded," Night howl says while documenting what they found. Without proper lighting, taking pictures wasn't an option but, luckily, their goggles had an option to record. The room had several machines in it, but the most prominent one was the large cylinder like structure in the middle of the room that was pointed out earlier. "That's got to be, what, 8 or 9 feet tall and 4 feet wide." he says before knocking on the machine. "Solid material too, definitely not aluminum or iron. This couldn't have been cheap to make."

"Sounds about accurate," Chris says with a nod while looking for clues. Some sort of paperwork, anything that might give them a hint regarding what these things did.

"I know you said T type before but, this might even be an T-R type," Night howl says while trying to figure out the various knobs and buttons, but the machine was without power so nothing worked. "Look at the hole it made, How big do you think that is?" Night howl asks while trying to document the machine to the best of his ability.

"Roughly 6 cm diameter, You're doing great, just keep up your breath," Says the doctor overseeing the birth, who was wearing a BSAA name tag.

"H-how much longer?" Emma asks between breaths as she waits for another, increasingly frequent contraction.

"At your current rate, five or six more hours before full dilation," the doctor answers in return.

"Hours?" Emma squeaked back, they'd already been here for 10 hours. She was kinda hoping to hear minutes. This really hurt.

"It's okay honey you got this," Emma's mother coached while holding her hand.

The younger woman shook her head no in response. "No I don't, no I really don't," Emma says in return with panic evident in her tone. 6 more hours of this?

"You can do it," Her mother counter while gingerly stroking her daughter's hair out of her face to try and comfort her.

"No I can't," Emma insists with a whimper.

"Yes you can, it's just a little longer," Her mother says a bit more insistently. "Just keep breathing."

Before Emma could reply another wave of building pressure caused her to yelp.

"Captain we have activity, Crimson heads left behind in the shuffle," Tundra says over the communicator as gun shot could be heard in the background.

"Activate your signal, Umber eye, Canine head for the signal as well. It's time to regroup," Chris says in response, a few confirmations were heard as usual before he uses his phone to open the GPS tracker to pick up tundra's signal.

"What floor are you on?" Chris asks as he leads the way back to the broken window they climbed through before.

"Second floor," Lobo replies instead. "Not to rush you guys but hurry the fuck up."

"We're working on it," Umber eye says.

"Use explosives to make a path if you have to, we're demoing this place from the outside after we regroup," Chris instructs while hurrying back. As he rushes back he takes out his phone to access the GPS beacon tracker, The main screen also had a small app to the side that showed his current time next to the time at home to help him. keep track of what time it was while it was around 5pm on the 15th back home, it was 1 in the morning on the 16th for him.

They had been exploring this place all night so far and looked like they would be here for a while longer at this rate. Chris and Night Howl hurried back through the opening they made and around to the west side of the building to search for a way up

"Closing in on your location now," Umber eye announces before Gunshots could be heard even without the communication link.

"This way," Chris says as he and night howl follow to sounded to find their 4 other squad mates standing over a pile of decapitated corpses. "Is everyone alright?"

"Yeah, they startled us, clipped my side pretty good but, nothing a med pack couldn't fix up," Tundra replies as her exposed waist and blood soaked clothes confirmed her story. Any injury that was there before had healed over.

"What on earth are Crimson heads doing here?" Night howl asks with a frown.

"They're not trying to mix the virus with the mold are they?" Canine asks with skeptical concern.

"how would that even work?" Lobo asks with a raised eyebrow. "Make a mold-based bioweapon then infect them with the virus?"

"That's a potential theory... we need to find some of their research to confirm it," Chris says with a frown. "We have two options at this point, either stay and keep pushing on and look for answers or wipe the place out, and move on."

"Keep pushing, you're almost there," The doctor say to Emma who shouts in pain. "One more big push okay? Deep breath."

The next person who told her to take a deep breath was getting kicked, Emma thought, since the pain left her unable to speak anything other than a blanket shout of pain. After being in labor for over 16 hours now, she was not in the best of mood.

"Alright just a bit more. Ready?" The doctor asks and waits for a response.

A bit more? What happened to one more? It still wasn't out? It felt like this was going on forever, she'd been pushing for over an hour.

Emma's mother used a cool damp rag to wipe away sweat and tears from her daughter's face. "You're doing so well, just a bit longer,"

She's been saying that for hours. It felt like this was never going to end.

"Captain, I think I got something," Says Lobo as he takes a flash drive out of a computer. "Looks like they forgot to take this with them."

"Could be a trap..." Night Howl points out "It's hard to say if it's real or an over clock device or a virus."

"We can bring it back with us to HQ for a safer review. testing it out here could leave us stranded," Tundra agrees and accepts the offered Flash drive.

Chris nods, "It's the best lead we have, I haven't seen a scrap of paper in this place."

"If they're doing all of their work digitally it would be easier to cover their tracks and pack up," Umber eye admits with a nod.

"Cheeky bastards. Hopefully, this will give us the edge that we need," Canine adds with a slight frown.

Chris checks his phone again and finds it's been another few hours since he last checked. "Alright, I'm calling it at this point. We need to clear out and level the place. plant charges on the way out and around the outside of the building."

"Yes sir," the 5 squad members reply in unison as the follow orders and start making their way out of the building. a few hours more and the building was sufficiently covered with charges.

"3, 2, 1," Lobo counts down before pressing the activation switch of the remote detonator. Hound wolf squad watched from a safe distance as the bright reds oranges and yellows of the explosion melted together against the peachy orange beginnings of a sunrise. They wait long enough to make sure the building had completely fallen before Chris turns and motions for the team to follow him.

"Alright, Let's get back to a safe area to set up camp and rest for an hour or two. We have another flight to make by noon to the next lab site," Chris instructs and the other give tired nods in agreement.

before long they made it to their safe zone where they had the smaller commuter helicopter well hidden and set up camp once more.

"I'm going to call in to HQ and let them know what we found. Maybe they'll have us come home early since we have material for review this time," Tundra says while setting up the communications tent.

"Sounds like a good plan but, get some rest too, Those med packs only do so much," Chris says with a concerned frown.

"Will do," Tundra replies while focusing more on the equipment.

All the same Chris heads back to his own tent and moves to lay on his cot to get a quick nap in before their next flight. That didnt last long before footstep where heard approaching his tent.

"Captain, I just got a message from HQ" Tundra replies.

"Can it wait?" Chris asks while continuing to try to rest.

"You're going to want to hear this one I think," Tundra replies with a laugh. "One Piers Nivans Redfield was born at 11:58 PM on the 15th of November. 8 pounds, 21 inches."

Hearing that caused him to quickly move to get up and walk over to the entrance of his tent. "And they're both okay?" He asks with nervous concern.

"Yep, both the mother and child are healthy," Tundra confirms. "Labor took 17 hours, no complications, and they're resting. They should be home in anywhere from 12 to 24 hours."

"17 hours,"Chris says stunned, that sounded horrible. Holy hell.

"The kid was apparently pretty cozy and didn't want to leave. Though I've heard horror stories of first time mothers being in labor for more than 24 hours so, over all, she did well," Tundra explains figuring that, aside from Umber eye, the guys might not know that was normal. The area was pretty small and the tents didn't do much to block out sound, so the whole team got to hear the news with him.

"So what you're saying is he's going to be a mama's boy," Lobo adds with a smirk.

"Pretty much," Tundra admits. "Well now that you're probably antsy and wired with that news. sleep well," Tundra says before turning to head back to her own tent.

"Thanks," Chris says while rolling his eyes before heading back to his tent to try and rest. He didn't get a second of sleep.

'*'*'*'*'

Another lab, and a trip back across the ocean preceded the usual debriefing. By the 28th of November Chris was finally given permission to head home, leaving him on his own as he made his way through the parking lot to his car. On one hand he was happy to be home and with that, he and the rest of the squad were given extra to rest since he was going to be on paternity leave. On the other hand, he'd be leaving in three weeks.

For now, he tried not to think about the fact that he'd have to leave again so soon. Upon making it into his car and getting the vehicle started he checked the time and, as always, it was late. 8:47pm to be exact.

Chris grumbles to himself upon seeing this before digging out a patch from the box in his cup holder and once that was in place he started to make his way home. As he drove and got closer to his destination, his nerves became more and more frayed to the point that even the patch wasn't helping.

As strange as it was to admit, he felt nervous. Part of him was worried about first impressions when, he knew that child wouldn't understand who he was since they probably barely understood how to move their arms. but what if they didn't like him... What if the kid started screaming the second they saw him and only ever screamed around him?

despite his concerns he continued home, and before he knew it, he was sitting in the powered down vehicle trying to will himself to get out and go through the garage door. a few deep breaths were taken before the door was opened. one obstacle down. Lead footsteps made their way to the garage door which quietly creaked open. Chris closed the door behind him before taking his shoes off and cautiously looking around the main floor to find the area was dark and empty.

She's probably asleep, he thought as he made his way to the stairs. A soft light coming from the nursery caught his attention as his nervousness returned. Quiet hesitant steps were taken before gingerly nudging the door open. Sure enough, Emma was sitting on the rocking chair in the nursery, quietly humming a tune while holding a bundle of cloth in her arms. she looked absolutely exhausted.

He wasn't sure what to do to get her attention without startling her, so he cleared his throat. All the same it caused her to jolt slightly, but she relaxed once she saw him.

"You're back," she says happily as she carefully moves to get up and walk over to the door though not with any great stride or speed since she was still recovering. Upon noticing this he moved to meet her half way. "You look tired," she says with a gentle smile. "Come on, let's go downstairs I'll get you something to eat."

Chris shakes his head no, She should be laying down. "I can take care of that. So. That's really." he paused as words failed him.

hearing this, or hearing the lack of words caused the tired woman to chuckle. "Yep," Emma replies before gingerly offering the swaddled bundle to him where a tiny pink face was now visible. "Do you want to hold him."

"Oh. I don't know if I should," Chris replies in return. granted he did finish quarantine but, he was still a baby. What if he dropped them? While all of this child raising and handling stuff seemed like second nature to Emma it really wasn't something he considered himself 'good' at.

"It will be okay," Emma replies with quiet confidence. "here, mind his head," she says and helps Chris hold the child properly.

"He's so small," He says with a slight laugh. so far so good, the kid didn't start screaming instantly so, that's a win. The child wasn't what he'd consider to be 'cute' at this point. He definitely still had the blood covered raisin sort of look going on, but he couldn't deny the sense of connection and pride that came from holding the infant.

"For now, infants don't stay this small for long," Emma points out while smiling as she watched the burly bearded man holding the small and delicate child.

"You are going to grow to be someone amazing," He says with a slight smile. It certainly wasn't going to be easy but, Chris felt confident that he spoke the truth.


Piers has arrived =v= a cute healthy lil babu just in time for the holidays. I've got to admit doing research on this was enlightening. Had the classic moment of "why do we say it's 9 months of pregnancy when 40 weeks divided by 4, means it's 10 months" and honestly after all that research I still don't know the answer so cheers!

Second section Recap for those that needed to skip it: Chris and Houndwolf squad talk around a camp fire and discuss their concerns. They agree that there is still a mole in the BSAA because the group they are chasing down, keeps abandoning their labs right before the raid as if they'd been tipped off. The group agrees it's probably not any of them since the mole would have ratted out the Romania plans. upon making it to the latest lab site they split into 3 smaller groups. Chris and night howl, Umber eye and Canine, finally Lobo and tundra. Chris and Night howl explore to the east and find a lab. after blowing up a section of glass they make their way further into an underground section of the lab to find a creation chamber for bioweapons. they find a particularly large one in the center of the area that was roughly 9 feet tall and 4 feet in diameter, but it was ripped open. there is some debate if it was a standard T type or a T-R type tyrant, but the two agree that they successfully made whatever tyrant style zombie they were after. the two get to work documenting the area and what they found but eventually hear tundra over the radio, and she announces that they ran into a few crimson head style zombie that were left behind in the shuffle. everyone regroups and manages to clear out the area with minor injuries. Lobo finds a flash drive which the group agrees should be examined back at HQ. because there is a chance that other bioweapons might still be in the building the group decides to level the building rather than risk leaving one behind and causing an outbreak.

Review responses:

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starrat: Glad to hear it U I think we're starting to enter the final stretch. one last arch. maybe two if I get the inspiration for it.