His hands ( shamelessly ) press
themselves against her waist, as
her thighs straddle either side of
his own — gaze looking up at her.
“ . . . Comfortable, ma’am? ”
“ Gimme one /good/ reason . . . ”
Seeing that logo, that damned
red & white logo, triggered Chris.
His rifle remained steady, barrel
staring her down, chest rising and
falling. “ You’re just another one
of Umbrella’s pawns . . . ”
Chris turns his head, peering over
his right shoulder, distant sound
of heavy breathing, quickly inhaling
& exhaling while keeping their fire-
arm pointed at her. Shifting his head,
gaze pinning her back within his cone
of vision, Chris raised his rifle ; stock »
“As I said, ask your questions and stop trying my patience. This is the easy way, you ask your questions and you leave, that's the best way for you and your little. . . Team, one of which is breathing quite heavily.”
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“ Guess that makes two of us? ”
Simultaneously, Chris looked over
his surroundings. She wasn’t kidding
about it being a ‘ bloody ’ one, quite
frankly it was a mess . . . but, he’s glad
to know that she’s okay. Hell, who is
he kidding? She can * handle herself.
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〝 uh-uh, bloody one. 〞
she let out a huffed laugh as she wiped the last traces of blood from the scalpel.
〝 same shit, different day. how about you? it’s been a while. 〞
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Chris was lost in his stare, he
had that feeling . . . the feeling
he didn’t like to admit — but,
he always stuck to the mission.
He soon snapped back to reality,
giving his sister a brief glance,
turning his attention back ahead
of him. “ Hey . . . ” He murmured.