It had been a good few months since anyone had really heard from him, so when the message popped up, he was a bit surprised. He had fallen into seclusion, away from the prying eyes of man to go strengthen his armor with anything that he could find lying around. Thankfully, he found some sheets of scrap that he had formed together to make extra plating to his combat attire. Alexander had also added another breathing tube to the side of his gas mask, which linked into a new air filter, so that he had two, in case one got busted in combat. So, it wasn't like he was wasting his time in exile.
As he closed in on his destination, HUNK's footsteps grew softer and his TMP clicked into place as he crouched down and began side-stepping his way into location. However, when Chris came into sights, he less tensed and gave a good knock at a wall close to him to get the officer's attention.
Oh, it got his attention, all right. Chris's head jerked up and he started heading in HUNK's direction. "Glad you decided to show up, man." He smirked for a minute before his face lost all semblance of his usual good cheer.
"You been out there recently?" HUNK may or may not notice the faint remains of a spectacular bruise on Chris's cheek. "Because I went out there recently and had a lovely reunion with an old friend." Chris frowned deeply; nope, he wasn't happy.
"I've decided to stick to myself; I know Wesker is alive and I have avoided him and Birkin as well as you and Krauser. I have been fixing up my armor," HUNK's rough voice rumbled beneath that thick rubber of his gas mask. "I hope that isn't a problem."
He stepped forward, his boots digging into the dirt below. "So, what is old Albert doing?"
"You knew he was alive?" Oh, this was news. Chris gritted his teeth and tried to keep from punching HUNK right then and there. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me he was alive??" He took a few deep breaths and calmed down a little bit.
"Dunno. He was messing around with a basket of dirt. Said something about 'fixing the world' or some shit like that." Crossing his arms, Chris leaned against the wall. "I think he's planning on messing with the laws of nature again."
"...I know he's out there. He has to have a home base."
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As he closed in on his destination, HUNK's footsteps grew softer and his TMP clicked into place as he crouched down and began side-stepping his way into location. However, when Chris came into sights, he less tensed and gave a good knock at a wall close to him to get the officer's attention.
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"You been out there recently?" HUNK may or may not notice the faint remains of a spectacular bruise on Chris's cheek. "Because I went out there recently and had a lovely reunion with an old friend." Chris frowned deeply; nope, he wasn't happy.
"...Wesker's alive, HUNK. Did you know that?"
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He stepped forward, his boots digging into the dirt below. "So, what is old Albert doing?"
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"Dunno. He was messing around with a basket of dirt. Said something about 'fixing the world' or some shit like that." Crossing his arms, Chris leaned against the wall. "I think he's planning on messing with the laws of nature again."
"...I know he's out there. He has to have a home base."
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