What's Chris doing? He's out to go get himself some food!
Okay, so he's actually out for a walk. A long walk over to the Target to get himself some more of those noodle bowl things. He figures they might be good for trade with other people.
If he sees anybody, that is. As it stands, he's ambling along, minding his own business. But then somebody crosses at the intersection a few hundred feet ahead. Somebody wearing black.
Chris pauses in mid-step. And then he follows as quietly as he can. Time to go say hello to an "old friend".
That's not a bad idea! Chris is quite the entrepreneur.
It dawns on Albert that he's got a tail rather sooner than it would have in the past. Not Chris' fault. . . he's just more sensitive.
He considers shedding his tail, but he's far too confident for that, and he might be able to spin a confrontation. So he puts down the basket, leans against a sturdy wall, and waits quietly for Chris to catch up.
He's just standing there, looking lazily superior.
Hey, you do what you can with what you got. Besides, Chris thinks everybody's tired of Spam by now.
Chris continues along as quietly as he can, but then he just gives up and moves along as normal. Stepped on broken asphault and gravel included. He even starts whitling a tune. He looks as unperturbed as can be.
But Wesker can probably tell that Chris's heart rate just spiked, along with his body temperature. Oh yes, he's not happy. And he's surprised.
Hm, smells like confrontation. He can't kill him; not here, not with an obvious trail. He could try to make it look like a Magog encounter, but he knows better than to think he can fool everyone.
No. He'll watch for a better opportunity.
"I don't understand why that confusion always seems to take place with those of us who are of any use.
"You've been well, of course. . . using your common sense, for once."
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Okay, so he's actually out for a walk. A long walk over to the Target to get himself some more of those noodle bowl things. He figures they might be good for trade with other people.
If he sees anybody, that is. As it stands, he's ambling along, minding his own business. But then somebody crosses at the intersection a few hundred feet ahead. Somebody wearing black.
Chris pauses in mid-step. And then he follows as quietly as he can. Time to go say hello to an "old friend".
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It dawns on Albert that he's got a tail rather sooner than it would have in the past. Not Chris' fault. . . he's just more sensitive.
He considers shedding his tail, but he's far too confident for that, and he might be able to spin a confrontation. So he puts down the basket, leans against a sturdy wall, and waits quietly for Chris to catch up.
He's just standing there, looking lazily superior.
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Chris continues along as quietly as he can, but then he just gives up and moves along as normal. Stepped on broken asphault and gravel included. He even starts whitling a tune. He looks as unperturbed as can be.
But Wesker can probably tell that Chris's heart rate just spiked, along with his body temperature. Oh yes, he's not happy. And he's surprised.
"Aren't you supposed to be dead?"
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No. He'll watch for a better opportunity.
"I don't understand why that confusion always seems to take place with those of us who are of any use.
"You've been well, of course. . . using your common sense, for once."
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