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— to do with that missile reaching the city, but what did the F.O.S. need with the Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance? "Chris Redfield with the B.S.A.A. here." A cladded index extended out to the earpiece, leveling his auditory perception.

As soon as the static composed itself a woman's voice had abruptly overwhelmed his end of the exchange. He was quick to register the exigency of the situation and that alone was enough to capture his undivided attention. Whatever the call-in was to be- it had to have something —

Of course! Whenever you're ready.

Hey, little red. What have you been up to?

— definitely displayed little of it. All that lingered was a implore to bring someone he once knew back from the dead.

— her petite frame being able to even remotely budge his, let alone completely prevail over. "Jill, come on! It's me, Chris! Snap out of it!" He had felt every joint out through his now restricted arm snap into submission. Where the man was overcome with stress- his voice —

— into the stone flooring was but a scant of pain, though when she had dutifully disarmed him and held his physique in place- defeat then showed itself. Jill had an odd and inhumane strength to her that told him that this was, infact, a forced altercation. Never had he recalled —

— Uroboros leak. Maybe this personal vendetta had thrown him into something much over his head and there was no way out. A partner he had both once trusted and cherished was now the direct cause of his suffering. Being pegged backward into an uncomfortable position and rammed —

To his acknowledgement Jill Valentine was dead. Even if the current circumstances were purely out of betrayal, the woman he once knew no longer existed. She became disloyal in more ways than one out through his voyage to rescue her and put an end to the rumors behind the —

— infection and deadly upon contact. There was nothing that they could have done to avert it's terminus and the citizens would undoubtedly become the aftermath of their stupidity. And before he could react in a fit of rage, static overcame his ear piece.

— It had to be earned and many men had gladly died on his call. ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ʜᴇʀᴏ: With Piers seated compliantly in the back of the aircraft, the two men watched as a virus infused missile touched down into the evacuating city of Tatchi. It was an airborne —

— to do little to nothing about it. Being the hero meant preventing deaths and Chris would periodically find himself questioning his title after all of those years. He was no hero- never stamped himself as one and always trashed the idea when praised on a mission well done. —

Once again another outbreak and a bullish intention to end it. If these events hadn't transpired in such a way- he would have been hungover at some shitty bar with little to lose. Though even that was a more ideal scenario then helplessly watching thousands die and being able —

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Say it isn't the best bulletpoint on his agenda. There's still a possibility of getting caught.

"Monitor your customers as a whole and we won't have a problem, miss. As for Kennedy, he's a lost cause. Keep him on a leash- a very tight one at that."

"Ma'am, I'm forced to ask you to stop promoting an unsafe environment- again. And it's under my acknowledgment that agent Leon Kennedy is currently banned from this establishment? Please keep it that way."