He immediatly came up with an answer to cover up the ral reason why he was here
"I was dropped here by the FBI to back-up the security here, they had to many complaints about this place."
He holstered his AUG and opened small GPS of the area, there was a couple of buidlings around but, there wasn't one big enough to match the description of what he was looking for. Hearing Shal's comment he began to mumble quietly under his breath.
"the govt. has no idea."
His mind wasn't really clear due to the loss of his friend the chopper pilot.
"I was dropped by FBI, the other CIA choppers in this area are somewhere else so FBI decided to help."
He really didn't want to tell them about the agency, actually he wasn't allowed to tell them, not even the govt. knows about it
"As CIA I have my eye on all of you."
he winked and dropped the empty clip from his weapon and put in a new clip. He pulled out his GPS again and tried to upload a map of the area they were in at the moment, cause of something jammin the electronics here his GPS screen was cut the second it began loading.
"Damn... is there a military complex nearby?"
"aah beleive what you want."
he sighed and began to clean out the weapon so the bullets would come out faster, and more powerful without dust having to slow them down, if only these people knew what type of training he went through he can see better than most humans, as could the rest of the people in his agency.
(he doesn't)
"you have no idea."
He whispered to himself he himself was practical machine from his training taken in from the agency at the age of 13, trained in all martial arts styles, boxing, kickboxing, and at the age of 18 he began weapon training, though he was finally able to use real weapons at the age of 20 he is not as good with guns as he is with fighting.
"so any ideas on our way out?"
he sighed in diseleif, these things really were dead, atleast they was, and a lifetime friend the chopper pilot, they known each other since the age 6 and he was invited to the agency cause of his annoyance about him not being in. they were like Shaq & Kobe before they went bad, now he was dead probably one of them now, but the body in the chopper why was his body not decaying? his arm was huge unlike the others it obligated him to ask though he was to cover up the mission.
"Is there a possible chance, by any, that there was another expirement?"
"huh? you're also like one of them?"
he raised his gun to her head.
"so you're basically gonna turn into them later? well before this happens, tell me, of the other expirement if you remember it."
he stepped back far enough to keep a good watch on her if she turned at any point like the one in the chopper did
He stared at her eyes, yep the agency was telling the truth, the expirements, the undead, everything was true, but he little did he know of the other expirement still yet.
"Or how about this? you don't try to rip my heart out, tell me about the other expirement or it doesn't matter if you kill me cause I'm pretty sure he will kill us?"
Berina hit the wall harshly to catch both their attentions, "Hey...quit it." She looked to Trent, "I'm another one of Umbrellas experiments...I was given a more advanced dosage during the time that I was in their labs. So if you want to shoot anyone my friend." She paused, her eyes glinting dangerously as she continued, "I would be the one to choose."
Berina raised an eyebrow as the lighter illuminated her dark facial features. Drawing heavily on the thin scented cigarette, she paused before replying to Shalimar.
"Truth be told Shalimar, I wish that none of this had ever happened. I mean, I had it good before Umbrella and Malconin stuffed it all up royally. But this is how it is and I've taken it all in my stride." Exhaling a plume of smoke from her nostrils, she paused again and flicked the dead ashes off the end of the cigarette and continued.
"And if you ever insinuate (sp?) such a thing again Shalimar, I'll kill you myself."
Pausing for but a moment; Berina took a long draw from the cigarette dangling between her dry lips.
"Those zombies are nothing but mindless killing machines. The by-product of a flawed pharmacutical company gone wild on a power trip. Sure...they may have been people once but they're far from it now."