"That's what they'd have you beleive," Malconin replied. "Well, she was in a way, I suppose. She was to be my successor...in fact, I was about to retire when the Hive incident took place. Umbrella made her...Co-Head of Security, I guess you could say...but, I got injured pretty much straight away in there and she would have taken over my role...Brace yourself," Malconin warned as he ploughed through three zombies.
((Geez, i must be on a different time zone then you guys. I wake up, and have to read 3 pages, but i like the progression. I wanted Drake to go with you two, but if it doesn't work just ignore this post))
Drake popped up from the back seat, rubbing a sore head. "How many of the bastards are you gonna hit? Hopefully just enough to give me a concussion and not shatter my skull completly," Drake said in a joking tone.
"You really think that I would let the two of you get to see the hive, AND kill a arse load of the bastards by yourselves? No friend, i don't think so."
((yeah, if you could write in some stuff, that would be great. I have my cross country state meet today, leaving in a few, and not getting back till tonight, so yeah. And i don't need to get things explained to me Ark, and i didn't say you have to wait. If you saw my post, i said i like the progress. I only stated that there was alot to read))
OOC: Okay, will do.
Malconin laughed. "First, I've already seen the Hive, Drake...and second, if we can avoid an 'arse load of the bastards', then I'll be a happy man."
Malconin thought hard as he turned down an alleyway and took a short cut.
"Drake...Your name isn't Drake Luis Holden is it...Born in Australia, former Navy SEAL and SWAT?"
OOC: lol...don't worry, I won't
Malconin frowned. "I don't think you would like this kind of publicity. When I was searching the facility I woke up in, I found some classified files on one of the computers. It was easy enough to hack...I found a file containing your name and one containing a Paul Strief Bakster, who, in light of recent events, I assume to be the same Paul we helped out a while ago."
"I hate to think why your names were on these files for, as you said, you aren't known for anything in particular. I am beginning to think that those of us who are still alive were meant to be so...and saying that, I hate to think why Umbrella wanted us alive."
Malconin glanced back at Drake in the rear veiw mirror. "I hope you are taking in what I'm saying...for this hell we are in smells mighty fishy."
As Malconin waited for Drake to respond in some way, the pain ripped up his arm and he cried out. He let go of the steering wheel and clutched at his arm.
Drake yelled something and Malconin was vaguely aware of him leaning over to take the wheel. It was too late though and the jeep veered off towards the concrete wall of a building. As the lifeless grey surface rushed towards the car, Malconin's thoughts focused completely on Berina.
the smoke cleared and Ark could see, he coughed, he wasnt hurt that much, but Mal and Drake seemed to be unconsious, Ark got out of the car and walked around, the wasnt a zombie insight, Ark decided that now would be the time to enter the hive byhimself, ark ran off leaving Drake and Mal alone, Ark made a small barrier to stop any zombies comming through, then he ran towards the hive
Malconin's eyes fluttered open. He groaned, his head hurt like hell and he could feel the blood running down his face. Blood had also ran into his right eye, making it hard to see, but his left eye was well enough and he used it to assess the scene.
Immediately he noticed the blood on his steering wheel. The bloody air bag hadn't worked, he realised, and he must have hit his head when they crashed.
He glanced to the passenger seat and notied only a deflated air bag...Ark was gone.
"Sh*t!" Malconin swore and struggled out of the jeep. He noticed the makeshift barrier arround the car and smiled. "Well, at least the kid has some brains."
Malconin heard a dull thud and turned to see Drake sprawled on the ground at the back of the jeep. He shakily got to his feet and squinted at Malconin, obviously having trouble focusing.
"How your skull didn't split, I'll never know," Drake chuckled weakly.
Malconin smiled in spite of himself. He knew why his skull didn't crack and he answered in one word, "Umbrella."
The thought must have sobered Drake, for he turned serious and asked, "Where's Ark?"
"Gone," Malconin replied. "But he won't get far. He knows where the church is, but he'll not be able to find the access hatch to the facility I woke in...and only I have the keycode."
Malconin nodded his thanks and bound the wound on his head. Another scar, he thought with a frown. He hated scars.
He drew his Desert Eagle's, vaguely aware of the pain that he assumed came from bruises made by his guns being squashed against his body during the crash, and checked that they were loaded.
"Let's go," he said and set off at a jog towards the church, eyes searching for any zomie threats.
As Drake ran along Mal with a wiery eye open, he asked what he had ment to in the jeep. "What do you think they want with my files? And did they say anything about an Amber Holden?" Drake didn't like the sound of this. It made him nervous. The only persons he wanted having his personal file was himself and Berina, and she was only because of her position. No one else needed them.
"She was your wife, yes?" Malconin asked, remembering seeing her name mentioned in the file. "In any case, there was no seperate file on her. Just on you and Paul. I don't know why they picked you out of millions, but Umbrella have been recording pratically your every move since you joined the SEALS."