Weskerswife
Wife of Albert Wesker, Mistress of Evil
- Joined
- Dec 23, 2022
- Messages
- 294
Irons looks up to him with calm, yet disturbing eyes. Those pathetic shades of his always block the emotions, but Irons could feel the rage from the captain. "Yes, I understand they are your team; however, most of the detectives right now are away and I figure have two of your best members go handle the job. I hope they don't run into any trouble since they are used to a tactical approach rather than a calming one. Though you seem very angry Captain Wesker, may I know why?" He leans on his desk, the smirk growing ever so slightly.
It felt like forever, but the girls were just getting ready to leave. Informing Chris that very little was taken and not much was to report. "This doesn't feel right. Nothing much was taken, just medicine, and some files that some idiot left on a desk." Jill mumbles, rubbing the beret on her head.
Rylie sighs softly, heading towards the exit with Jill before they suddenly heard multiple footsteps surrounding them. She gasp, looking up as she points her pistol at the multiple enemies around them. All had black mask over their faces, and they could tell it was all males too. Her hands shook as they all pointed their assault rifles at them. The blonde could hear the woman behind her scoff in frustration.
"Ladies, we don't want to hurt you. Go ahead and put your weapons down now. Nice and easy."
"Jill! Rylie! What's going on?"
"Oh? Unplug your headset too sweetheart and turn off that radio. We don't want your friends hearing in on our conversation now."
Jill scoffs, though left with no other choice, she had to turn off her radio and unplug her ear piece, gently setting everything on the ground. She turns over her shoulder to see Rylie was doing the same thing.
"Don't worry ladies, you two will be taken care of by us, we just want Umbrella to be a goody incorpation and give us some really good information our bosses need. S.T.AR.S. of course is like Umbrella's guardians, but hey having two here makes things more interesting."
It felt like forever, but the girls were just getting ready to leave. Informing Chris that very little was taken and not much was to report. "This doesn't feel right. Nothing much was taken, just medicine, and some files that some idiot left on a desk." Jill mumbles, rubbing the beret on her head.
Rylie sighs softly, heading towards the exit with Jill before they suddenly heard multiple footsteps surrounding them. She gasp, looking up as she points her pistol at the multiple enemies around them. All had black mask over their faces, and they could tell it was all males too. Her hands shook as they all pointed their assault rifles at them. The blonde could hear the woman behind her scoff in frustration.
"Ladies, we don't want to hurt you. Go ahead and put your weapons down now. Nice and easy."
"Jill! Rylie! What's going on?"
"Oh? Unplug your headset too sweetheart and turn off that radio. We don't want your friends hearing in on our conversation now."
Jill scoffs, though left with no other choice, she had to turn off her radio and unplug her ear piece, gently setting everything on the ground. She turns over her shoulder to see Rylie was doing the same thing.
"Don't worry ladies, you two will be taken care of by us, we just want Umbrella to be a goody incorpation and give us some really good information our bosses need. S.T.AR.S. of course is like Umbrella's guardians, but hey having two here makes things more interesting."