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"What's in my bedroom?" Hunk offered a sinister glare.
“Stuff and things.” Miguel replied mischievously.
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“…There’s still a bunch of dents in my helmet from that one time…”
“Be glad it’s just your helmet and not your head.”
“Ohoho yeah. Thank God for…
“Hmmm. Now that you raise the issue, you do deserve a new name. And since I’m feeling generous I shall bestow the name Achlys upon you. Is that fair?”
“Achlys, hm? No idea what it means but I like it.” Knowing HUNK it was something Death related like ‘Death’s helper’ or something along those lines. He’d look it up later. “Yes, sir.”
“It means Mist of Death.” Hunk glanced at his watch for a short second. “And now you know.”
“Mist of Death, huh? Sounds about right.” To be honest he was surprised he didn’t reserve something like that for Vector. Then again Vector’s codename was Vector so it all worked out.
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Christine grinned. “I can assure you, not all scientists wield metal pipes as bats. Just the crazier ones.” she added on, an almost ‘bored’ tone to her voice. That was just how she spoke normally. “Have you spoken with anybody from Alpha Team?”
“Aside from HUNK? No. I don’t… think anyone else made it.” He commented with a frown, pausing before saying the last part of his sentence. He tried to suck it up but some of those guys were good men. “I’m just trying to find other U.S.S. members.”
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“I assume you were the one whom was thrown by the head from mutated Birkin?” His head tilted, wringing his wrists. “Do not call me ‘hood over helmet’, I am VECTOR, Recon soldier of Umbrella.”
“Who?” Miguel asked, cocking his head to the side. “No I’m the one who shot Birkin then got hit upside the head with a giant pipe. At least I think it was a pipe… it’s all black and fuzzy from that point…” He got quieter the more he explained his near-demise. ”Vector… Vector… weren’t you that guy HUNK personally trained?”
The man would of laughed if he didn’t know the exact same feeling of losing memories. instead, he let out a half nod and shifted impatiently, standing still so long to talk to someone worried him that it was all some sort of ploy, even if it was a.. friendly individual.
“That is correct, Sir.” He replied suspiciously. “Now, the reason you’re here..?”“I’m just trying to get into contact with my old squaddies. Impossible as Hell to do, though. It’s like they’re invisible… I mean… some are ACTUALLY invisible so it’s hard to tell.” Miguel explained, classifying Vector’s suspicion under him just being uptight much like the rest of the U.S.S.. He figured if he struck a sturdy pose and acted just as uptight there’d be no trouble. “Why are you here?” Smooth, Miguel. Smooth.
“Because I need to be” He replied, in no need to answer directly.
“And because half of them were killed for betraying Umbrella.” Also, a white lie. He did attempt to murder Wolfpack back in Raccoon City for their betrayal, however, they all had seemed to survive by what he’d seen.“Oh really?” Miguel asked with a small peek of interest. “I’m guessing you did it?” The way Miguel saw it, Vector was like a second HUNK. Hell, he was surprised he wasn’t chosen to lead Delta Team. Instead that Lupo woman lead them. He didn’t remember much about her, though. Or any of them.
“That, is not any of your concern.” He grimaced, and took a step aside, before trying to walk away from him. “There is your answer, now go on your own little get together with those failures that didn’t deserve the opportunities they had.”
Miguel was taken aback by it but didn’t contest. He opened his mouth as if words would come out but they didn’t. He simply stood there in silence pondering his ‘comrades” words. “If they were failures it’d be easier to find them.” Miguel mumbled.
“…There’s still a bunch of dents in my helmet from that one time…”
“Be glad it’s just your helmet and not your head.”
“Ohoho yeah. Thank God for…
“Hmmm. Now that you raise the issue, you do deserve a new name. And since I’m feeling generous I shall bestow the name Achlys upon you. Is that fair?”
“Achlys, hm? No idea what it means but I like it.” Knowing HUNK it was something Death related like ‘Death’s helper’ or something along those lines. He’d look it up later. “Yes, sir.”
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The man looked familiar to her, but she couldn’t quite place where he knew her from. “Good evening.”
That was the age old question. She had run into a few of the other members. She talked here and there with Bertha. Vector was like family to her by this point, and she had seen Wolfmother, Beltway and Spectre here and there. “As far as I am aware, yes, but we were trained for that sort of situation.” she answered.
“Trained? Well I don’t know what kind of training you received but I knew nothing about fighting drugged up, virus abusing scientists wielding metal pipes as bats.” Miguel said it in a snarky tone, but it was more directed at his past than her.
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“I assume you were the one whom was thrown by the head from mutated Birkin?” His head tilted, wringing his wrists. “Do not call me ‘hood over helmet’, I am VECTOR, Recon soldier of Umbrella.”
“Who?” Miguel asked, cocking his head to the side. “No I’m the one who shot Birkin then got hit upside the head with a giant pipe. At least I think it was a pipe… it’s all black and fuzzy from that point…” He got quieter the more he explained his near-demise. ”Vector… Vector… weren’t you that guy HUNK personally trained?”
The man would of laughed if he didn’t know the exact same feeling of losing memories. instead, he let out a half nod and shifted impatiently, standing still so long to talk to someone worried him that it was all some sort of ploy, even if it was a.. friendly individual.
“That is correct, Sir.” He replied suspiciously. “Now, the reason you’re here..?”“I’m just trying to get into contact with my old squaddies. Impossible as Hell to do, though. It’s like they’re invisible… I mean… some are ACTUALLY invisible so it’s hard to tell.” Miguel explained, classifying Vector’s suspicion under him just being uptight much like the rest of the U.S.S.. He figured if he struck a sturdy pose and acted just as uptight there’d be no trouble. “Why are you here?” Smooth, Miguel. Smooth.
“Because I need to be” He replied, in no need to answer directly.
“And because half of them were killed for betraying Umbrella.” Also, a white lie. He did attempt to murder Wolfpack back in Raccoon City for their betrayal, however, they all had seemed to survive by what he’d seen.
“Oh really?” Miguel asked with a small peek of interest. “I’m guessing you did it?” The way Miguel saw it, Vector was like a second HUNK. Hell, he was surprised he wasn’t chosen to lead Delta Team. Instead that Lupo woman lead them. He didn’t remember much about her, though. Or any of them.
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Miguel may have acted a little too dramatic in the following statements. “So you ARE… wait. No this doesn’t add up. This implies he was with someone long enough to form a life with them. And I’d notice that snarky attitude anywhere. Could it be? The spawn of Carlos? I hate to say but you don’t look much like him.”
“That’s because I’m adopted, jackass,” Sofia retorted, keeping a straight face for all of fifteen seconds before she spluttered into a full blown giggle fit.
Miguel cocked a brow until she laughed, then he relaxed again. “Okay that makes sense. Kind of. Actually, no, it doesn’t. Sorry I just knew your father and he isn’t the kind of guy who- well he- never mind. Congrats to him. I guess.” He just decided to be quiet about it.
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The man looked familiar to her, but she couldn’t quite place where he knew her from. “Good evening.”
“Well holy shit! You’re one of those goo- I mean… soldiers from Delta Team.” Miguel commented in a cheerier…
Christine was more and more surprised by the day at how many USS members survived Raccoon City. They were picked for USS and not UBCS for a reason, though. “Yes. Four Eyes throws things off considering I have perfect vision, but yes, that was me.”
Miguel shrugged and looked directly at her face. “I think it was because of the mask thing you wear. To be honest it looks like you have two more eyes near your mouth.” He was kind of jesting but still telling the truth. “So… did Wolfpack make it out of Raccoon City?” Miguel asked after a moment of silence.
