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 Posted: Fri Nov 06, 2009 3:13 pm
TriCell Office
"Either is fine by me Jessica." Kolya replied. He was glad he had bought long distance. "You sound out of breath. Afternoon jog?" Kolya questioned. He leaned back and took a deep breath. "Or do you need my help?"
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 9:06 pm
Rising Sun Hotel; Tokyo, Japan
The sound of knocking destroyed the silence that had reigned in the room up till now. The rhythmic knocking came from the wooden door that made up the entrance to the room. Soon enough the knocking was heard and a low and calm voice answered with a single word. "Enter." The door swung open, neither slow or fast, and from it emerged the figure of TriCell's Frederic Downing. As the gray haired scientist enetered the hotel room, he found the blond man he had come to meet with his face buried behind a newspaper.
The contents of the paper were nothing surprising. News of war caused by religious zelots and political fighting. Some news however caught Wesker's intense red eyes. It seemed that slowly, the outbreaks around the world were starting to bring people together in order to fight this threat. To slow to make a differance... was Wesker's thought to this, knowing that ever since the discovery of fire, it had been man's instinct to fight amongst itself. And then Downing walked in. Wesker calmly sat the newspaper down and stared at the scientest with his glowing eyes, before standing and placing his sunglasses once more on his face. He walked towards him and began talking ebfore anything else could be said. "As I expected. You were resourcesful enough once to steal T and G and escape Raccoon City, while facking your death; and again while in the employee of WilPharma to obtain power and money. Your goal was misguided but the merits of your skills....were useful. I offer you here and now the opportunity to make better use of them...perhaps accomplish more than just fighting a war you know you will loose." Wesker crossed his arms behind his back and walked around the room as he talked. From his years as an intelligence agent, he knew that people were manipulated best in two ways: with respect, and with fear. Downing was the type of man that made fear the least preffered choice. And with respect...the same as Jack Krauser before him...the results were much more effective.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 9:51 pm
*Location Unknown* 
Jessica's mind was still racing with questions and concerns about what had happened and why her "old friend" would be contacting her after all this time, but she tried to concentrate on the conversation at hand. That's when she heard the last bit Kolya was saying. This nabbed her attention and made her sarcastically reply, "Oh you know me...love to jog in scorching temperatures!...Actually now that you mention it, do you still have contacts in Brazil?" She mentally crossed her fingers. "It is just that I seem to be in a rather sticky situation." Jessica filled Communist in on everything she could recall, not giving him a chance to speak until she was finished. Once done and even more out of breath than when she started talking she spotted an old bucket nearby in the covered area she sought refuge in and sat breathless, awaiting his response.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 11:22 pm
TriCell Office
"Try running in Siberia." The Communist replied. Listening in he let Jessica explain herself. While she talked he used his gasmask to pull up possible contacts she could get a ride or support from. Nothing came up so he had to do the next best thing. Save her himself. "I can't find anyone so I will be in Brazil shortly. Can you hold out?" Kolya asked. His mask then abruptly pulled up a new contact. One he hadn't dealt with for a while. A member of the old team. The Mexican Python. She had always been willing to aid him. Sending a quick message to her he went back to Jessica. "I got you some help. I will find you and bring you to Japan." The Communist says.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 11:47 pm
*Location Unknown*
She let out a sigh of relief at the confirmation that she would soon be met with backup, even if it was just Kolya. When Jessica spoke she also looked about the area, taking note of her surroundings. "Sure, I think I'll be alright. The covered area seems to be some sort of picnic area so there is running water, tables, even a grill. I should be set, just ring me when you get close, 'kay?" Jessica then grinned and added, "Oh and Commie, thanks for saving my a**. You called right in the nick of time."
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 11:52 pm
Gas Station/ Location UnknownMarcus pulled off the highway into the desert each time he had past citys he got gas from a station.
He then heared on a walki talki the voice of someone familier almost like  Jessica's.
Marcus walked over to the walki talki and shot the infected near and picked it up and said"Hello any one there?".
He walked back to his bike and leaned against it and waited for a reply.
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Posted: Sat Nov 07, 2009 11:56 pm
TriCell Office
"Last time I checked I owed you a save and a beer." Kolya said. He then hung up and sent a message to the Mexican Python to go and aid Jessica. In a few seconds Vasquez replied and he gave her the coordinates. They had all been unmasked except him. He was the one who prefferred the mask.
Brazil
Vasquez finished suiting up and then began to collect her weapons. She may be old but she was fully capable of being able to fight. Kolya had sent her the triangulated location and she easily predicted that she would arrive withing thirty minutes.
TriCell Office
The Communist left a note to Downing letting him know of his leave. He would hijack a jet and get to Brazil as soon as possible. He was always one step ahead. Usually. He could only assume that the worst was not happening.
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Posted: Sun Nov 08, 2009 1:29 pm
Nathan Drake  ~Pyongyang-North Korea~Drake threw the guard from the balcony into the river below. "Thats the last of em." Drake pulled out his map of the warehouse and found where he needed to get to. After climbing up the rafters Drake found the create he was looking for. It was a small red box. Drake opened it up and found The Atlatica Stone. A small red ruby in a medallion. "Ahaha bingo." The medallion was actually more of a locket inside it contained the location of The real Atlatica stone. The one on the medallion was just a chip off of the real on. It was a ruby the size of car battery worth millions. Drake opened up the medallion. "Okay where is your big brother hiding...... Oh no way Brazil..."
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 7:58 am
Rising Sun Hotel; Tokyo
Wesker's words made sense in Downing's mind, somewhat. After all, he knew that many more would die and suffer before TriCell along with the United Nations had a strong enough plan, along with the necesary resources to combat and destory the american outbreak. And that was being optemistic. On the other hand, there were people exlaiming that this was the end of the world, much like Nostradamus had predicted countless years ago. Frederic's view was in between both. He didn't think that this virus outbreak would be fast enough to destory the world in his lifetime, but he also didn't believe that humanity could defeat this menace in his lifetime either. Things however had changed with the reapperance of Albert Wesker. Something in his gut told him that Wesker, one way or another, had the will and drive to creat a huge change for in a short time. And it was quite logical that yoou would rather be an ally of such a person, rather than an enemy.
It was with that final thought that Frederic made his choice'the choice to be on the winning team. "I accept your sir. I can only imagine that working for you will yield greater results than the UN combined with TriCell's current management will ever produce." Downing took out a handkerchief and whiped his forehead slightly, feeling more relaxed now that he knew that he wouldn't die, at least not here and now. He folded it up and slipped it into his pocket just before informing one last pice of information. "And I should say, I feel TriCell can still be useful to you as a source of resources. I still work for them so I should continue to appear to do my duties, and one of them is to leave for the US tomorrow morning with the lastest batch of soldiers and mercenaries equipped with the T-Cure, as you must already know. It may be wiser to contact you once I return...? Downing asked, attemping to make himself a useful asset, right off the bat.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 10:01 pm
*Location Unknown*
After ending the call Jessica smiled as she remembered the quote on quote good times she had had with Kolya. He was a great ally she met years ago that always knew how to brighten her day. She definitely would need a beer after this ordeal got over with and she knew she would have to keep Kolya to his word on that. Just then a noise made her stop and listen. "That was weird, it sounded like a voice." she thought. Then she heard it...static. The hair rose on her arms, she didn't like the notion that someone or something could be listening. Slowly she reached from behind her towards the grill, her hands forming around a cylinder object and bringing it back to her side. The metal spatula in hand, Jessica scoured the area until she found the taped object. The walkie had been bounded with tape and stored underneath one of the picnic tables. Panic and anger flashed in her and in a careless move Jessica picked up the radio and shouted, "Who the hell are you and what do you want with me? You better start talking, a*****e!"
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 10:12 pm
Gas StationMarcus paused for a sec then said"Well that isn't very nice now is it Jessica".
He sat on his bike then said"You don't remember my voice don't you let me refresh your mind its me Marcus Keon".
Then he awaited for a reply back from her, Marcus was happy enough to hear a voice from a familier person again.
As he waited for her to respond back 3 infected came after him, he pulled out his Uzi and shot them and said"Now that is rude damn infected".
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 10:57 pm
*Location Unknown*
Marcus Keon. The name rang through her ears like the cathedral bells on a Sunday morning. She didn't need much of a refresher to remember her history with Marcus. It had been a few years ago when she first was recruited by APO. Her first case study of S.T.A.R.S had been Marcus. The courage and determination she witnessed from this young, new recruit had been amazing. His strive to end umbrella helped to create a friendship bond between them. Jessica blinked back the memories and responded, "Wow, Marcus it has been a long time. How have you been? Sorry about the whole...you know just got caught up I guess." Jessica set the spatula on the top of the table and picked herself up, situating instead to sit at the table rather than on the ground like before. "This seems a little fishy, why would Marcus be contacting her by this walkie." The fear made it's return as she thought of an answer. Coming up short she questioned, "So how are you contacting me Marcus? Where did you get the walkie and where are you?" She knew it was a grilling session that Marcus probably didn't need, but it would be enlightening to find out what Marcus knew.
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Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 11:08 pm
Gas StationMarcus looked at his surroundings and noticed that no more infected were around.
He then let his guard down and said"Well...I've been quite well..".
Marcus sat down on the ground and continued on answering her questions"I kinda don't know where I am...well I am at a Gas station but I don't know the location of it...and to answer your question on how I am contacting you I found a walkie talkie".
Marcus then suited up got on his bike and attached the walkie talkie to his jacket below his chest so he can talk to Jessica while driving his bike.
He started the engine and drove away from the Gas station and waited for another reply..he was eager to hear what she says back to him.
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 1:15 pm
Nathan Drake ~Brazilian Mountains~Drake had landed in Brazil two days ago. He had all his equipment with him, and was armed with a G3 SAS, H&K 416, Moss 12 shotgun, and as always his Beretta 92FS pistol. Drake had been hiking through the mountains for just over 24 hours now looking for the location of the Atlatica Stone. The locket had a 15th century spanish engraving in it that said, "Through the passage may dawns first light guide you...." The rest of it had been scratched off from time. "Dawns first light..." Drake said to him self. It was 8:30 in the morning if he wanted to find it he'd need help. "Leave it to the Spaniards to give you a hard a** time..."
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Posted: Tue Nov 10, 2009 3:23 pm
Airport
As if good luck had happened upon him The Communist had managed to get to the airport and then he had to come up with a plan to get a plane out of Japan. Stepping inside he hid the gas mask and began searching for the best distraction he could make. When security wasn't looking he nabbed himself a fire extinguisher and hid his weapons. Then after aquiring a few more items he set up his mock bomb. He had only thirty seconds to act once it was activated. He ran off and put on his gasmask right as the explosion went off and lit an empty store on fire. Moving quickly he retrieved his weapons and sooner than expected he was outside and taking a plane. With a generous bribe the pilots got off and let him go without any complications. No shots and hopefully no casualties. Kolya took off the mask and checked his gauges and was ready to land in Brazil. Hopefully Vasquez would find Jessica before anything bad would happen.
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