RESIDENT EVIL: The Time is Now (Story board)

Drake was standing to the side, mauling everything Mal had told him in his head. His eyes darted back and forth as his brains' eye looked at the slide show of the last few days. "This is f*cked up." Drake pulled the shot gun from his back and reloaded it. He spoke outloud, half to himself, half to Mal. "I'm outa here. Theres more to do that complain about the past. I am what I am, and theres obviously nothing I can do about it. So I'm gonna use what I got, and blow as many of these bastards to hell as I can." Now he directed everything he said to Travis and Mal. "Stop your b!tching, both of you. Theres nothing either of you can do about the past, so get over it. We've got to work together, and we will, or I'll make it my buisness that you get the same treatment as the zombies." He said this last line while cocking a shell into his shotgun. He then made eye contact with Mal. "And don't worry brother, as pissed off as I am, its all done with. And it doesn't change the fact that I'm gonna kill more of these bastards then you," he said, going back to his laid back self.

((Wow, good to be back))

Everything that just happend as he looked in Rain's/Lianne's eyes. He didn't even hear what Drake had said, everything seemed irrelevant as he had what he had wanted for six long years. "Lets get outta here." Travis said as he led Lianne to the passenger side of the car. "I'll be right back." he told her. He walked back towards Mal. "You know you are one CRAZY sonuva *****. You think that the only way to get rid of these things is to get into this underground place and set off some device, but what did that get us last time? Another outbreak! The only way to keep things like this from happening again isn't to create superhumans or better containment procedures, but to Take down the companies responsible for it all. Umbrella and it's competitors! You want the world to be a better place, but can YOU protect it from yourself? Do YOU have the power to stop yourself from killing the population of this planet with your little chemistry set, Cause you are not better than a little kid playing with a ant hill." With this Travis walked back to the car, got in, and sped off before anyone could reply. "We gotta get Berina!"

shalimar hope down ."i need a gun my cat dna can't do all the work."

Berina threw up a desert eagle and two magazines of ammo to Shalimar, "Only fight with your bare hands once you've run out of ammo." She yelled up as the building began to shake, something was trying to get in.

Lianne looked across at Travis as they drove, "I'm so sorry...I had no idea...but hopefully in time I could maybe begin to remember something."

“Did you, Paul?! At ALL?!? God damnit, just answer me!”, Chrys said, starting to loose control of her emotions, she grabbed his shirt and started crying. Paul wasn't ready for this sudden outburst of emotions, he was trying to decide what to say and how to say it but Chrys's cries turned into sobs as she loostened her grasp on his shirt. Paul didn't even realise what he was doing, he found himself holding Chrys in his arms trying to comfort her, hoping she would never need to cry again. Chrys stayed in his arms for a moment before jerking back, she wiped her eyes and looked at Paul. Paul looked past the sadness of her eyes and found the Chrys he once knew, she was only a shadow of what used to be, disfigured and hiding in the dark but she was there, staring back at him.
' I don't know what you've heard or what you've been told but here's the story from beginning to end...'
Chrys nodded and took a seat on one of the boxes in the room.

'It was my fifth year in the Mosad, most agents don't live a year in the line of work I was set to do but I managed somehow....'

((OOC: Let me take you back in time...))
Paul was sitting on the beach at the Dead Sea gazing at the mountains in the distance, relaxing on his well earned vacation. He only barely got back alive from his last two years under cover in enemy territory trying to find out the location of the terrorist organisation Ala Waq`bar. He led the Mosad to the right people and put an end to their region of terror...for now. He noticed a man strangely dressed for such a warm climate, he was in a strait black suit with a strait black tie a neat white shirt black sunglasses and shiny black leather shoos. Paul sat up and reached in his bag feeling for his gun, he found it and secured his finger around the trigger. The man drew nearer and came to a halt in front of him, Paul recognised the man immediately, he let go of his gun and stood to greet the leader of his former operation.
'What were you planning to do, shoot me?', he said noting the bag.
'You try being in Iraq for two years and not have a gun close by, you can't be too careful and I mean look at yourself. You don't exactly fit in with the background over here', Paul joked.
'Sorry Paul but this isn't a social call, we need you back with us by tomorrow morning...' the man said, by the tone of his voice Paul figured he was obviously worried about something.
'Well I figured that much, you're not the type to go out and soak in the sun but I only just came back, I've been on vacation for three days and you want me back in the field?! What in gods name can it be that you can't find someone els to do?', Paul said angrily.
'Shhh Not here! Meet me tonight...', with that he handed Paul a folded piece of paper and walked away.
'dam!'

Later that night Paul made his way to the arranged meeting place, it was in the rebuilt ancient city of Aco. It wasn't much not these days, mostly people who didn't have money to live in the nicer part of the city lived here, it wasn't rare to see junkies and homeless wandering the streets at night but it was a typical meeting place for the Mosad. Paul made his way down an ally, looked around to check that no one was around and lifted the sewer lid which led to a tunnel. At the end of the tunnel there was a large metal door, it opened as Paul approached and he walked into a room with no furniture, it was featureless except for a speaker in the top left corner. A voice welcomed him in Hebrew and ordered him to strip...
A half hour later Paul was led to the meeting room after having gone through all the security checks necessary.
'Sit down', Uri, the man from the beach said, motioning to the chair at the end of the table. Paul took his seat quietly while the other men in the room watched his every move.
'Ok we all know each other so let's cut to the point', Uri said, looking sharply at Paul.
'Some of you may have heard of a large corporation called Umbrella, they have many facilities throughout the world an specialise in coming up with new scientific developments intended to improve the lives of mankind', He paused for a moment to make sure that everyone had his attention before continuing. 'We had no reason to suspect foul play on their behalf until recently...A member of our agency was posted there as a precaution. The company was gaining power and more money every year than this entire country makes in ten years. This last Sunday we were contacted by our agent, he was deeply disturbed but by what he couldn't say. He insisted on meeting in person with someone from our ranks, we had no choice but to do as he asked. That night reports of his death were on the news, they said it was suicide, apparently he decided to die and then drive himself off a cliff...We do not know more about his death, Umbrella made sure they did a clean job of it and kept all authorities away. Luckily, our agent wasn't associated with Israel or the Mosad, we did a clean job of getting rid of anything that could lead them to us...'
The briefing went on for another hour, they discussed their opinions on the matter, the whole time Paul sat silently at the end of the table not fully understanding why he was there, it didn't seem to have anything to do with his former jobs but deep down inside he knew why they had brought him there.
'Paul?', Uri called out from the other side of the table, 'You with us?', Paul nodded as a response. 'Ok so I bet you were wondering what your role was in all this...Well it's no big secret that Umbrella has enough manpower to raise a small army for whatever cause they see fit. We fear that they may plan to gain control and at the rate they're expanding then it won't be long till not many authorities will have the power to withstand them at an all out war. Umbrella have more than just men at their disposal, we have reason to believe that they may be developing tools that they can put to their aid. We're sending you to find out what our other agent failed to report, what it is they're developing and what they plan to do with it.'
Everyone in the room was turned to Paul, 'You're sending me...who ever said I agreed to be sent?', he answered calmly, ignoring the staring crowd and looking only at Uri.
'This is not a joking matter Paul, now be serious for a second, is tha-'
'I am serious, who do you think you are sending me where you wish, expecting me to just go along like one of your puppets?, Paul said interrupting Uri. Everyone averted their gaze to Uri to see his response but Paul got up making them all turn back to him, 'I'm going to enjoy the rest of my vacation, I'll see you in another four months', he said and walked out of the room.
'Let him go... make all the arrangements, we're sending him by the end of the week.'

Surly enough they got him on a plane a week and a half later, it took many promises that most likely wouldn't be kept to get him to go but the main reason he went was because after almost two weeks at home he realised he didn't have much for him out of work, no real life.
He was sent to an apartment they arranged for him and there he had all the information he'd need about his new temporary life. The morning after his arrival he went to his first day at work, he had an average office in an average office building and worked with average people. No top secret labs, no small army, just a bunch of people finding their way through their simple life. By the end of the day he knew his first impression was wrong, Umbrella sure made it look like a nice scene but it was just a mask, they had secrets now the problem was finding them.
By the end of the first week Paul had used the excuse, he was lost, one to many times so finding reasons to roam around the building in search of something, anything that might lead him to whatever it was Umbrella were hiding so cunningly was beginning to be difficult.

OOC: I'm going to continue this, I'll hopefully finnish within the next hour....

'Sorry!', Paul called out sarcastically but with a smile to a young attractive woman who was obviously in some kind of a rush. She had crashed into him, making him drop the stack of files he was holding and kept going totally ignoring the fact that she had bumped into anyone. Paul picked up the scattered files, dumped them in his office and made his way to the cafeteria for some lunch. He bought himself a large pastrami sandwich and scanned the tables to see where he'd rather sit. Then he spotted the young woman who bumped into him earlier, he walked up to the table, 'Do you mind?', he asked sitting down. She lifted her eyes from the stack of papers she was holding and nodded, 'yea whatever', she said carelessly.
'You seemed to have been in a rush earlier', Paul exclaimed despite her obvious lack of interest in him.
She lifted her head, taking her eyes away from the papers and looking at Paul, 'Have we met?', she asked, a bit irritated from being bothered twice by the same person.
'eh...yea I guess you could say we have, you bumped into me earlier', Paul said smiling.
'Oh yea, sorry about that', she said, not really sounding sorry and returned to her papers.
That was the end of their conversation, Paul finished his lunch and returned to work.
The next day he found the same woman from the day before sitting alone in the same spot, reading through a large stack of papers that Paul wouldn't be surprised if it was the same stack from the day before.
'Not eating anything?', Paul asked as he sat down across from her.
She looked up at him, 'Oh you again...I ate brekfast', she said and turned back down to her papers.
'You really should eat three meals a day', he said trying to get her into a conversation.
She set down her paper on the table letting out a loud breath, 'Thanks I'll remember that', she said without a hint of a smile on her lips, staring unblinking at Paul.
The next day Paul didn't spot her in the lunchroom or during the rest of the day but the following day there she was again, with a cup of coffee and a lit cigarette, in the smoking section. Paul made his way over to her and sat down across from her.
'Are you stalking me?', she asked setting down her cup on the table.
'Maybe...but maybe I'm just following a pretty face', He said, hoping she wouldn't make him wear her coffee.
To his surprised she blushed, 'oh...', she said quietly looking at a speck of dirt on the table.
'So what's your name?', Paul asked.
'Chrys...Chrys Stonewell', she said still focusing on the speck of dust.
'Nice name....I'm Paul, this is my second week', he wasn't expecting her name without a fight, 'So where's your regular stack of papers?', Paul said, happy with how things were turning out.
'Oh that...' she started, looking back at Paul, the red had drained back out of her face, 'That was just some work I had to fill in for a friend', she said in a much more friendly manner than she had talked to him up until now.
Their conversation withstood lunch and they met again the next day, 'You know those this'll kill ya some day', he told her as she lit her cigarette, 'only if nothing els beats them to it' she said smiling.
By the end of the week Paul walked her home, 'Would you like to come up for something to drink?', she asked as they stood outside her apartment. 'No...thanks but... I have some things I need to do. See ya tomorrow at 10(am)!'
The next day was Saturday, Paul came to pick up Chrys and they went out to the lake for a walk, they talked all day as they strolled around the lake and its area, an hour before sunset Paul dropped her off at her apartment, she invited him in and this time Paul accepted her invitation. He spent the night with her and in the morning he woke up from the sound of a spoon stirring something.
'coffee?', came Chrys's voice from the other room.
Paul grabbed his shirt, 'Yea thanks', he quickly got dressed and joined her in the kitchen.
She was standing by the sink in an almost transparent white night gown, he stood transfixed for a moment by her beauty, she turned and smiled, 'Good morning', she said and handed him a steaming cup, just as he sat down to drink his coffee his beeper went off, he quickly set his cup down and looked at the number, 'Shit.'
'What is it?', Chrys asked from other side of the kitchen.
'Oh nothing important but I have to go', he said getting up.
'Aren't you gonna finish your coffee?', she asked, waking over to him.
'No, sorry I gotta run...work', he slipped an arm around her and brought her to his lips, 'You're lovely when you wake up, sorry for leaving so early', he kissed her gently and left.

The black Mercedes that Paul was used to by now, pulled up next to him, he opened the door and took a seat. A man sat across from him and watched him for a moment, Paul didn't like the man but was not in the position to say so, so he sat silently waiting to hear why they called him.
'The girl, Chrysantheum Beatrice Stonewell, she has built herself a promising future in the UBCS, nice choise', the man said with a smile.
Paul did not smile back, he had been instructed to get close to her, they said she would be an easy way in.
'We want you to use her to get names and information on Umbrella, their owners, their money flow, where the money comes from and where it goes', he handed Paul a sheet of paper written in Hebrew containing names of people who needed to be checked and other information Paul needed to compete his task. 'Don't let anybody know who you are or who you work for under any cercomstances', Paul nodded.

The next week Paul spent getting closer and closer to Chrys, he spent two more nights with her that week. He didn't ask anything about Umbrella, it was more important to gain her trust first. At work he hadn't found any breaches in Umbrellas security allowing him to obtain any useful information, the lack of dirt he could find on Umbrella made him even more suspicious of something big, something they were working 24/7 to cover up and hide best they could and for now they were doing a good job hiding it too; Paul couldn't find anything.

'Where were you, I called you at your apartment but you didn't answer', Chrys said curiously as she let Paul in.
It was Saturday afternoon, Paul kissed her before setting down his coat on the kitchen chair, 'I was busy', Paul said with a note of guilt.
'Busy?', Chrys asked a bit annoyed.
'Well yes, you have no idea how hard it is to find these', he said with a smile, reveling a bocay of violet Irises.
'Oh they're beautiful...you remembered!', she said happily.
Paul was in fact with his people that morning discussing the lack of information they were getting, they had provided him with the flowers, she had told him they were her favorite flower the previous day. He smiled as she set the flowers on the kitchen counter, he was happy to see her happy and it bothered him, he couldn't let himself develop emotions, it would ruin everything.

By the end of the second week Paul was sure beyond doubt that he was falling for Chrys, why he didn't know, she was unlike any other woman he had ever met. He made sure not to let his people know he had developed feelings for her, they would never allow him to stay if they knew. Umbrella wasn't really important to him any more, he wanted to spend time with Chrys. For another month Paul and Chrys found themselves falling in love, Paul's mission was forgotten and put aside. In his weekly briefings he just said that he hadn't found any new information yet, 'Don't let that girl make you forget why we're here', the man from the Mercedes had told him on their last meeting, 'Don't worry, I know what I'm doing', Paul had answered but truth be told, Paul had no idea what he was doing. He wanted to just forget about the whole thing and just stay with Chrys but it was too late for that. The Mosad wouldn't risk him being discovered just so he could stay with his girl, they wouldn't want him any wear near Umbrella if it didn't have to do with their business, even if he quit the Mosad they would make sure he would be kept away from Umbrella to make sure they never made the connection. The only thing Paul could do in the meantime was buy time by not finding any useful information but sooner or later it would have to end. Paul wasn't ready to think about the end yet...

Paul was lying on the bed wearing nothing but a smile while Chrys was in the shower, he couldn't remember the last time he ever felt as happy as he did with Chrys. Paul's beeper buzzed loudly from the nightstand, 'Fvck!', he said grabbing the beeper, by the number he knew it was important. 'Oh shit...Chrys?', he yelled out from the other room.
'What sweetie?', she said from the shower.
'I forgot to feed my cat, she's gona make a mess of my apartment if I don't feed her, I gota go....I'll try to get back as soon a possable', Paul said as he quickly got dressed.
The water shut off and Paul could hear her coming out of the shower, 'I never knew you had a cat', she said puzzled from the bathroom.
'You never asked', he called out as he fastened his belt. Chrys walked into the room with a towel around her, 'I never asked?', she said suspiciously.
'I guess it slipped my mind, well anyway enough about that, I'll be back in a bit', as he went to leave Chrys reached out and stopped him, he turned with a puzzled look on his face but she just reeled him in and kissed him.
'Are you sure the cat can't wait?', she said while kissing him.
Paul for a moment considered to stay but then snapped back to reality and pulled away, 'Sorry, it'll just be a minute', he said, retreating to the door.
'Hey!', She called out as Paul reached for the handle, Paul turned to see her drop her towel, he stood in awe for a moment, 'Hold that thought...', he said and left the room.

He arrived at the warehouse ten minutes later, 'We're pulling you out', the man said as Paul entered the car.
'We haven't gained any information and your presence is putting us all at risk', he said coldly.
'You can't pull me out now, give me some time, I'm getting close', Paul said, lying was the only hope for him to be able to stay.
'Close isn't good enough, you've been close for the past two weeks and still nothing, you don't have as much as a tax fraud on them!'

Paul stopped for a moment to clear hit throat, 'So now I had to make a decision but I wasn't read to le-', the sound of a shot interrupted him and they both ran to the door to see if Raine was in the other room.

OOC: That's my way of saying "I'm tired, I'm going to bed", I sorry to cut it short but my brain will soon start shutting down if I stay up any longer. Midnight I trust you'll do fine from where I left off, you can do whatever tickles your fancies, I'll just have to deal with it.

((Huh, funny how it works out for me 😊 I'll make something up in the next few hours if I have time...))

((all i can say is you guys have way to much time on ur hands, lol. I would write something, but i'm bushed. Just got back from a crazy concert, and need some sleep.))

OOC: I'm gonna take that as a compliment Xornon...though in truth I don't really have much time for it. Oh yeah, something I forgot to say earlier. Really liked the flashback, AcrypT! It was quite nice...well, now onto the story

"So now I had to make a decision but I wasn't read to le-"

Just then, a shot from behind the impenetrable metal door interrupted Paul. Chrys raised an eyebrow, and the two ran to the door, listening for anything else from behind it, any other actions caused by Raine.

Well, Paul was anyway. Chrys tried to concentrate on the matter at hand, but all through her mind were thoughts on what she had just heard. From her bumping into him to them getting to know each other, the excuses, the flowers, the lying, the love.

For every pro, their was a con. But at that point and time the negatives meant nothing to her, he was the only thing that mattered, the only one on her mind. Everyone had their flaws and he didn't have much of choice, he had to lie on his job to be with her, and lie to her so he could cooperate with his job.

Chrys leaned her head against the coolness of the metal door, watching Paul, his face, his hair. "Paul?"

He turned to her curiously. "Hmm?"

Chrys pulled him by his arm up to her and looked to him with a small smile. She reached out a hand, hesitated, then continued as she placed her hand to his cheek, then past that to his hair. She pulled him close and gave him a kiss, first slow, then aggressive. After a minute of this, she pulled away to look to him. "...I missed you. Alot...too much..."

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*a few minutes earlier*

Raine crawled through the vent, stopping halfway as she noticed the new room before her through an opening in the vent. There were seven huge shelves, stuffed with pharmaceutical materials and the area seemed to be zombie free. "Thank God." she muttered, increasing her pace through the musty metal vent.

She crawled a few more steps, then let out a short scream as she plummetted downward, landing at the end of the vent, the opening showing the large room, adjacent from where she was the huge metal door she had to unlock.

Raine shot off the bolts and kicked off the vent entrance as she looked around the room. It looked to be a huge storage room or a warehouse. She barely recognized half the items on the shelf but she shook it off as not important. She just wanted to escape the room...there was something...something not right.

She walked around the room casually, her grip tight on the beretta. A loud sound was heard from behind her. She whipped around, gun pointed, but saw nothing but a box, all of it's contents on the smooth cement floor. She backed up from the box, looking around the area, then started to increase her pace to the door.

Just then, a box fell in front of her from way high up on a shelf. Raine looked up, seeing a brief movement, then the lamp directly in front of her swinging in an invisible wind. "Not as safe as I thought..."

Raine backed up against a shelf, hearing a hopping movement above her, then to the side. Silence followed afterwards, the only thing she could hear was her breath. She didn't even notice the tongue dropping from the ceiling, slowly making its way around her neck.

But she felt it. The heat from it, the scent from it. She looked up and saw a skinless creature, a licker. It placed it's tongue around her neck, tightening its grasp and lifting her up. She couldn't scream, she had no breath. She started to feel the bones in her neck start to collapse and in a last ditch effort shot upwards.

Blood splattered across her face as she fell down to the ground. She fell down to the ground, coughing heavily as she rubbed at her now tender neck, tossing the slimy warm tongue to the side. The licker screeched, then crawled back up the shelf into darkness.

Raine rubbed at her neck, wiping away tears as she got up shakely, looking upward. It was still alive...waiting for her. "No way your getting me that easily..."she muttered as she increased her pace to the door, waiting for it to show up again. Another hopping sound was heard to her side.

She backed up against a shelf, looking upwards, standing still for several minutes in thought. It was watching...no, listening to her footsteps, tracking her by the smallest sounds she made, from the lightest footsteps to the shortest breath. She took out a clip from a backpocket and with a fierce look, tossed it ahead of her and onto the ground.

It made a loud clack noise, and the licker stalking her jumped down to the diversion. She loaded the beretta and smiled but that was her mistake. At hearing the gun be readied, it took it's attention away from the bullets and started to run towards her. She shot in the creature's direction but it managed to dodge. She started to run back down the isle and went behind the narrow part of the shelf to conceal herself.

The licker ran to her location, knowing it had trapped her. Or so it thought. It stuck out its tongue, then turned upwards at hearing a gun being loaded.

Raine smile, hanging from part of shelf above the creature. "Goodbye!" She fired off half the clip, destroying the licker in its footsteps. She jumped down from the shelf and started to make her way to the door once more. "Goodbye...? I couldn't come up with something else?"

Raine reached the metal doorway, and the keypad, to her puzzlement, splashed with blood, fresh blood. "Strange..." She input the numbers, 4355, then started to think back to the earlier riddle. "Hell...43...oh, I get it. Numbers stand for the letters..."

While she inputted the password a second time, the sound of blood dripping to the floor could be heard from behind her. The licker, the first licker, landed on the ground and started to charge to Raine's back.

"55" Raine pressed in the last numbers and almost instantaneously, the door opened to reveal Chrys and Paul. The two looked to her, then past her with a serious expression. Beretta's raised, they fired, taking out the approaching licker in a heartbeat.

Chrys placed her gun away, a flushed look to her cheeks and a near bubbly look in her eyes. She smirked, glanced to Paul, then walked up to Raine, squeezing her shoulder gently. "Guess this was a best case scenario," She looked up to the ceiling, feeling content, then walked past to a black door at the end of the room.

Paul and Raine followed after her into the room to reveal a narrow white pathway leading to three computer terminals surrounding a circular pillar. On the pillar was a screen that showed a picture of God that equaled up to a picture of Zeus. Below it was a gruesomely depicted picture of the grim reaper equalling up to a question mark. The terminal to the left held chinese symbols, to the center were the regular english alphabet then to the right, the terminal held pictures of what looked to be mini-egyptian gods.

"God is to Zeus as Grim Reaper is to Death..." filled in Chrys for the question mark. She looked back and forth between the terminals. "Wonder which one we write it in?"

Paul looked up to an empty cage in the circular room. "Wonder what happens if we're wrong..."

((And I cannot go on. it is too late and I am really quite tired as of now. would solve that riddle of mine but...umm, sorry, i really cant. all i can say is luck with it. All about symbols/pictures really but anyways, you can always just ignore it if you dont like. Oh, and as for the time interval between Raine doin her little mission and Chrys's and Paul's conversation, 'siderin I was too lazy to fill in the gap, guess that can be left up to the reader's imagination.... And i'm out, night.))

Malconin looked at Drake. "The fu*king irrational fool. I may have made a huge mistake to land us in this situation, but my counter measure was planned out to the letter. There IS no other way of stopping this...it's the Anti-virus gas or nothing at all...how hard can that be for people to get through there thick fu*king heads!"
Malconin was breathing hard by the end of his rant. His anger to the point that he would be just as glad to blow all the survivors away and not have to put up with their foolish crap...if only he didn't need them to release the gas.
He shook his head with a sigh and offered Drake a lopsided smile. "At least I am left with you...you are always good for a joke to lighten the mood."

"Hey, and don't forget I'm still ahead of you in kills friend. I sujest you get your groove on and get ready to fight, b/c we've got alot a head of us. We'll find everyone, don't worry, I want this over just as bad as you." Drake smiled. "I can just control my anger about the situation a little better then you."

"Don't worry aobut it. We may not live long enough for any of it to do us any good." Travis said as he buckled up. Lianne did the same as he sped up. "What are you doing!?" Lianne asked. Travis pointed up ahead as a large group of zombies surrounded the entrance up to bildo's apartment. "Just clearing a path."

OOC:Imagination is good, I'm to lazy to fill it in as well. As for the riddle, I'm not entirely sure what I'm supposed to do so I'll just leave it for you.

Paul stared at the Pillar for a moment, he was still a bit dazed by what had just happened in the other room, "Wonder what happens if we're wrong...", he said looking around the room.
'I don't get it...I'm gonna leave this one to you', he said rubbing his chin.

Lianne took out a thin object from under her shirt, cracking the neck of it and throwing it out the window, "I suggest you swerve outta the way...that was a high freqency charge, it'll take out all those sunuva bitches quicker than you can say..." She was cut off, the charge hitting the ground and exploding right under the feet of the zombies.

Malconin chuckled. "Maybe at the moment you can, I'm sure that will change soon enough. But seriously, you are right, we must get moving," Malconin glnaced around, "As soon as I find myself some fire power."

OOC: Crap…apologies for the length, didn’t realize how long I had made it…

“I don’t get it…I’m gonna leave this one to you,” said Paul as he started to rub at his chin.

Chrys glanced to him and nodded, putting on a serious face as she started to think out loud. “Well, the answer’s death or something like it. That’s basically the only thing we know.”

“Then what are we waiting for? Why not just type in death?’” Raine looked at the normal computer terminal, ignoring the Egyptian and Chinese like terminals. “The other ones were just probably made to throw us off,” she commented, starting to type in the word.

Inches away from the keyboard, Chrys caught her wrist and looked to her with a stern glare. “Listen to your words…child. ‘Probably’ not definitely. There has to be more to it than that, why else would they have these other terminals?”

Paul shrugged as he walked over to the Chinese one. “Well, if anybody knows Chinese, raise your hand or forever hold your peace.”

“Cute, very cute,” muttered Chrys sarcastically as she stared down to the Egyptian pictures. She trailed a finger along the yellowing keys of the gods, only knowing every other one. “Isis…Osiris…Thoth…Ra…” She stopped, something striking her odd about the visuals or to be more precise the amount of visuals. She examined them all heavily in scrutiny, feeling as if she was stumbling along the big picture as she reached the last scripture, the thirteenth God.

Chrys shook her head, hiding a grin. “It’s missing…He’s missing,” She ran a hand over her slightly messy hair and looked up into the blue neon like lights in the ceiling. “Damn…that’s sneaky.”

“What are you talking about?” Raine gave her a strange look as she leaned against a terminal.

Chrys looked to the keys once more and nodded her head. “In nearly every belief, people have their own perspective on how death looks, who represents it. For example, the Greek have Thanatos while the Egyptians would have Anubis but his picture, or his representation i.e. the Jackal is nowhere to be seen…”

“Couldn’t it be Osiris?” Paul looked away from the Chinese characters and to Chrys who looked curious. “Well, yeah, Osiris. He had a little something to do with death along with the Afterworld.”

Chrys nodded her head in agreement, then shook it slowly. “Yeah…but why would they make it so Anubis is missing? Seems to me like a ploy to make sure you mess up on it, you figure its Osiris, the Chinese symbols being a decoy to make it seem like theirs a bigger picture and you hit that key, never thinking to type in the missing God.”

Raine let out a breath. “One way to find out!” To the two’s surprise, and slight horror, Raine typed in the word Anubis into the silver metallic keypad and looked up to the blue screen, waiting for a change.

The group stood still, waiting with baited breath as to what would happen next. To build the suspense, the screen remained blue as if nothing had been inputted. A number suddenly flashed onto the screen in a deep shade of red. ‘5…4…3…2…1…

The screen faded into black. The picture type riddle from earlier appeared across the screen with the same symbols from earlier. God was to Zeus as Grim Reaper is to question marks. The questions marks started to morph then changed into what looked like the head of a dog…no, a jackal’s head.

The screen flashed brightly as a smilie came up, laughing deviously. The sounds of nine guns being cocked were heard followed by nine sub machine guns going off around the room. The sounds of screeching and scratching were heard, next, silence as whatever had been in the cages were exterminated.

A CD slid out from below the screen. Chrys, who had been entrance by the whole affair, quickly snapped out of that state of mind and took the CD, placing it inside of another special case concealed in her Kevlar jacket. Font started to appear beneath the deviously smiling face.

‘Smart so far. Now get your education!’

“The University.” Murmured Chrys as she started to place the CD in her vest. Suddenly, the circular platform the trio had been standing on made a shifting noise. From the underside of the circle, a guard-railing appeared, blocking off each side.

The smilie looked upwards twice, then back to the trio. ‘Going UP!’ flashed below it in multiple colors. Chrys held back shooting in the screen as she leaned over the edge, looking to beneath the stand. All that could be seen was a pillar, below it was pitch black. All of a sudden, a motion could be seen in the darkness, gears coming to life, inputs being processed and with a mind of its own, the platform shot upwards to the ceiling.

However, the ceiling didn’t seem to register the group’s arrival. No entrance through could be seen and it looked as if they were suppose to shoot through the fluorescent blue lights. Feet away from what looked to be a flashy death, the ceiling let out steam, spreading apart into a circle, and the group went through, finding themselves near the entrance of the store.

Chrys took a breath and looked over her clothes as she stepped off the platform. “Well, that went well enough.”

((TBC...))

((Continuation...))

“That went-,” Raine sputtered. She stopped, then blinked repeatedly in silence. “Wait…can you please explain to me why I risked my neck and ass for a CD you could easily buy at a 99¢ store?”

“It’s not the CD itself, it’s the content of the CD,” explained Chrys as she looked to the cashier’s desk and to the sealed metal door next to it.

“What’s on it that’s worth risking our lives for?” rephrased Raine in an unusually calm voice, no sarcasm to it.

Chrys kept her gaze on the counter, contemplating how much she should say “In a word or two, my life. Or part of it anyway,” She looked to the two to see they had confused expressions on their face. She sighed heavily, then walked down an isle to the cashier’s desk. She looked around beneath it, searching for something to help clarify her meaning. Finally, she gave a look of satisfaction at seeing three advanced computer, far more complex than most computers in a pharmacy.

She took it out and hastily turned it on, connecting it to the bloodied screen on the cashier’s counter. She took up a napkin, carefully cleaning the screen while making sure none of the infected blood came in contact with her skin. The computer booted up whereas Chrys took out the three CD’s she had obtained so far. She placed them in each CD-ROM, called over Paul and Raine, and waited.

Across the screen, a small loading screen appeared and after minutes of moans and scratches coming from behind the metal door, and moments of curiosity, on the screen appeared images of the outbreak in full, showing images from the hospital, the dealings between Umbrella and several major companies in the city, and finally the mixing up of chemicals being distributed in the pharmacy’s, along with a mini-map showing all of Umbrella’s underground labs. From the small grey speakers connected to the computers could be heard muffled speech but of what the group wasn’t certain.

Chrys sat down on a swivel chair, placing her fingers to a strangely clean keyboard. “Basically, it’s an Umbrella expose, each CD carrying three hours worth of their conspiracies and cover-ups created by one very pissed off high power employee who had way to match time on his hands. Once the last CD is collected, the full message…the muffled speech we’re hearing now is heard all too clearly. But, like everything connected to Umbrella…there’s more to it than meets the eye…” she explained mysteriously as she started to type.

A screen popped up in front of the video. ‘Show list?’

‘Moment of truth…’ she thought to herself with a nervous look in her eyes. She typed in yes and the screen turned to black, green 1’s and 0’s filing down the screen in a Matrix-esque style. The screen then showed a picture of a man on the left, to the right, information and his current location, to the bottom, arrow icons motioning to next and previous.

Chrys started to skim through the names, glancing to the faces. “Richard Bryer…Christopher Marks…Bill Ga-, no…Billington Gate…Malconin Valious…Emarion Hughes…blah….blah…Ah!” She stopped on the ninth face and coincidentally the last. “The man of the day…James Christian Derekson.”

The man on the screen had an ivory complexion and a bitter look in his strangely cold blue eyes. His hair was greased back, blond with a hint of brown to it. He had a sneer for a smile and part of a black aristocratic suit could be seen. Paul leaned over to the picture then looked to Chrys. “Who are all these people? Who is he?”

“Why them?” Chrys ask, motioning to the screen. “These are the founders and the head CEO’s of Umbrella. The most powerful men alive…and this last man. He’s special. He met my mother twenty five long years ago on her way home from work, and like the bastard he is, raped her. A year later…I came into being, my mother being taken care of by my step-father, a man she became completely attached to, as if she were a child. Paul…Raine…meet my father…my true father.”

Raine blinked. “Your…”

Chrys put her face near the screen. “The resemblance is scary…with the exception of the complexion difference; we are quite alike, now aren’t we. Same cold eyes and everything,” she turned back to the two as she hopped onto the counter. “How I found out about him is a long story, but that’s not important. What’s important to me right now are two things…one, introducing that man on the screen to my friend, beretta, and her friend, bullet. Two, bringing down Umbrella the only way I can, with everything I know. You with me?” she held out a hand to Paul.

“Do you even have to ask?” he pulled her off the counter and close to him. She cracked a small smile at having their fingers intertwined.

Raine stared to the two in slight disbelief then coughed lightly to get their attention. “Hey, what the hell happened between you two while I was gone?” It was strange enough when she left hearing Chrys crying, but this…seeing her happy. Maybe it was because she didn’t know her well or maybe she hadn’t noticed it before. Either way, it was weird.

Chrys let go of his hand and the two glanced to each other quickly. Chrys turned to Raine and shook her head. “Nothing.”

“Yeah…right. And you know what else? I was born yesterday.” Raine said sarcastically with a ditzy expression. She gained a skeptical look as she leaned her side to the wall. “No…really, what happened?”

Paul turned to Raine. “Well…”

((OOC: And I’m done for the evening. Sorry about that riddle, I shoulda added more details to it but I guess my brain was sorta scrambled what with the time of day it had been. My apologies…anyways, I’m out, night.))

OOC: lol oh how nice of you to leave the explaining to me 😛
The way you left it off screams "Flashback!" but now doesn't seem like the right time.
The riddle was fine,better you do it than me, I didn't have time to properly respond anyway.

“Do you even have to ask?”,
His thoughts drifted back to what he didn't have a chance to think of a moment before...That name, Malconin Valious, it rung a bell, Paul didn't get a chance to have a good look at him but he was sure he saw him somewhere. Again his thought were cut off, “Hey, what the hell happened between you two while I was gone?”, Raine asked.
Chrys let go of Paul's hand and turned to Raine, “Nothing”, she said shaking her head but Paul's smile was a give away.
“Yeah…right. And you know what else? I was born yesterday, No…really, what happened?”
Paul turned to Raine, 'Well remember that talk I said I had to have with Chrys?', he turned to Chrys and smiled as he took back her hand.
Raine nodded, 'Let's just say we both said some things that should have been said long ago', Chrys nodded in agreement, 'Not that it's any of your business', she said with a smile.
Raine couldn't help but smile back, maybe Chrys wasn't so bad after all.

Paul's mind drifted back to the reason they were here, the information he had just found out was exactly what he had been sent by the Mosad to find out four years ago and Chrys knew that now. Maybe if he would have found out back then, then all this may have not happened or maybe it was inevitable, either way it didn't matter much now. Chrys let go of his hand and turned back to the computer screen, 'There was a man, Malcolin, go back to his profile', Paul said standing over her. Chrys typed M-A-L-C she stopped typing and looked up at Paul... 'why do you ask for him in particular?', she asked.
'I think I've seen him somewhere'
'I seriously doubt it...he's head of Umbrella, he is the most powerful man in the world but here you go...', she finished typing out his name and a screen with his picture came up. Paul looked at it for a moment when suddenly the reason he was here came back to him, he had set out to find his friends. It felt like a year had passed since then but it was only thirty hours or so, Malcolin was the new guy...
He should have known something was wrong as soon as he showed up, he knew too much, his past was unexplainable, how can a man be missing six years of his life and not know what happened to him during that time. Berina, he had to warn her and the rest of his team!
'Paul?', he suddenly noticed that both Chrys and Raine were staring at him, 'What is it? do you know him?', Chrys asked.
'We have to get back to camp! I trust you know the government sent us Teams twenty three to eighty nine, to clean out this city, rescue any survivors and kill the source of the contamination. I was in team 66, we were in charge of the operation... My team mates and my friends are in danger...the whole camp is in danger if this is who you say he is! He met up with us two nights ago...it feels like a year but anyhow, he disappeared the morning before I met you with a team member of mine and a boy...They went to the hive...which now lays in ruins...shit!', Paul got up and kicked the table next tot he computer, 'Dam how didn't I-'
'Paul calm down, you couldn't have possibly known...', Chrys got up and held him from behind, Paul held her hands on his chest for a moment before letting go.
'It still doesn't make any sense, what would Malcolin possibly need with us, if this is some sick game for him...I swear to god...', Paul's knuckles were white with strain from him clenching his fists so tightly.
'Paul sweetie, calm down, we'll solve this together', she touched his arm gently, he didn't know why but it helped calm him down.
Chrys turned to the computer and extracted the three discs, 'We have one more place to go and there we may get our answeres as to why the head of Umbrella is here in the city he destroyed.'
Paul didn't like the idea of delaying his return to base but he understood that this information may be worth the delay, 'What are we waiting for...lets move', Paul said impatiently. He headed to the exit with both Chrys and Raine following behind, Raine gave Chrys a look of approval as if saying "you not that bad", as they walked out to the street.

OOC: Flashback, huh…I can’t even come up with one of those myself, so for now, on with the tale…

“They went to the hive...which now lays in ruins...shit!”

Paul got up, and to Chrys’s surprise, kicked the table next to the computer. She had never seen him aggressive or distraught ever in their relationship, so seeing him the way he was concerned her. She started to say something, but he barely acknowledged her as he continued. “Dam how didn't I-”

''Paul calm down, you couldn't have possibly known...” At this point, she got up and wrapped her arms around his waist. She closed her eyes, leaning her head on his back, wanting him to calm down as she slid her hands up to his chest. ‘Just calm down…please…’ she thought to herself as she tightened her grip.

He held onto her for a moment but she could still feel that strange anger coming from him. “It still doesn't make any sense, what would Malcolin possibly need with us, if this is some sick game for him...I swear to god...”

“Paul sweetie, calm down, we'll solve this together” Chrys slid a hand from his chest to his arm and held onto him gently. She wanted to do more, but she couldn’t. She always felt weak displaying emotion or affection of any kind, especially around people and having Raine around as a spectator didn’t really help.

He regained his normal posture and after briefly hesitating, Chrys let go of him and turned quickly to the computer. She felt herself become jittery, upset at Paul being distressed. She gave a weak smile, shaking her head as she took out each CD and shut down the computers. ‘Only he could get me this way…in touch with my sentimental side…’ She sucked in her breath, gaining a commanding tone as she turned back to the duo. ‘'We have one more place to go and there we may get our answers as to why the head of Umbrella is here in the city he destroyed.”

A look of annoyance flashed across Paul’s face. “What are we waiting for...lets move,” He quickly headed to the glass doors of the pharmacy with Raine and Chrys in tow.

The trio walked out into the darkened streets of Raccoon City, most of the lamps around the surrounding area either laying by the sidewalk or the bulbs shot out though from what wasn’t entirely certain. Paul walked briskly ahead while Chrys walked side to side with Raine. She glanced to the girl and saw her give an approving look. Chrys looked to Paul’s back as she spoke in a gentle tone. “You know Raine, despite how I act, I actually do like you.”

Raine turned to her with a look of surprise. “Hmm? Really now…sure fooled me.”

Chrys took out her beretta and stared to it in concentration. “I know…that’s the point, it’s how I work. Put on a cold façade and observe how one acts, it’s what I’ve done all my life. You…you remind me of someone who was very close to me, very special. She was a bit of a smartass as well, but tough, speaking her mind every so often…”

Her hand fell numb to her side as she put on a stone face, looking up into a dimming yellow streetlight. She holstered the gun, forcing back tears while trying to keep her voice straight. “She would’ve probably accomplished so much if she had been given the opportunity,” she said distantly. It was as if not all of her was there, her mind in a far off place.

Raine reached out a hand, stopped, then shrugged as she placed her hand on Chrys’s shoulder. “You alright?”

Chrys didn’t bother to shake herself away; fatigue was slowly starting to get to her, the emotions adding up to it. She let out a long breath and composed herself into a peaceful state. She glanced to Raine and nodded. “Yeah…wait up a minute, I gotta go ask something.”

She gently pulled away and ran up to Paul. She walked next to him, by his side then slowly slid her arm through his, pulling him to a stop as she stared directly ahead. “Paul…listen, I can tell you want to get back to your people so…we can pause on my little venture and I’ll drop everything to go with you to make sure they’re okay. I don’t mind.”

Paul looked to her curiously. “Really?”

“Of course not,” she responded. She turned her glance to the side and muttered in a lowly tone. “I would’ve done it four years ago, what makes now so different…?”

“What?”

“Nothing.” Chrys said, this time in a clear distinct tone. She let go of him and looked into his eyes. “It all really depends on what you want to do. It’s your call.”