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The Twilight Rose Vice Captain
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 Posted: Tue May 09, 2006 5:29 pm
A sign on the wooden door reads "Briefing Room." Inside lies what is to be expected of such a place, tables piled with papers, bookshelves lined with documentations and records. Chairs have been placed roughly in the center of the room, all of them facing a large, wooden desk, polished to a fine gleam. There are files on this desk too, although in more organization than the others. The desk is unoccupied, although the dry-erase board on the wall behind it is far from left blank. It reads,
"It's been eight years since Umbrella's famed viral outbreak in Raccoon City. The entire city was devastated by the events that followed: a government missile meant to 'sterilize' Raccoon City, wiping the pharmaceutical company's mess-up off the map.
But Umbrella Comporation wasn't finished.
Despite the indefinite suspension of business decree issued by the U.S. government, Albert Wesker still had plans for Umbrella. Two years ago, in Europe, Wesker retrieved a new specimen to work with: the Las Plagas parasite.
His initial attempts to obtain a sample of the Plagas failed. The researcher Wesker had planted inside the Los Illuminados cult and his other subordinate, Jack Krauser were both killed in action.
Only Ada Wong was successful. Even so, there were other plans on her mind than giving Wesker the sample. Instead, she delivered a fake sample to him, handing the real Plagas to an undisclosed organization...
It's been eight years since Umbrella's infamous viral outbreak in Raccoon City. And now it's time to put an end to Umbrella Corporation for good."
Another notice, this one written on paper, is posted below the first. The cursive letters spell out "This room does not exist."
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Posted: Sat May 13, 2006 11:47 am
Claire stepped out of the armoury, the too pistols at her sides and the bowgun held in one hand, quiver over her back. She looked around, she was the onky one here right now, she would have a bit of time to think before anyone else came in. She sat down in a chair and started looking absentmindedly at the papers, while she waited for company.
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Sir Scott le Charles Crew
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Sir Scott le Charles Crew
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 5:14 pm
Claire looked up from the papers, noticing the newcomer. She put on a slight smile. "Hi, Leon call you here too?" She glanced at him again but turned her head quickly. That guys creepy Claire looked away from him and finally saw the message on the board. She read it quietly to herself.
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Posted: Wed May 17, 2006 5:31 pm
Hunk walked in a few minutes later, his TMP in his hands. He turned his head in Claire's direction, but it was impossible to tell what he was really looking at thanks to his reflective lenses. He stood in front of the door, not moving further in. Turning his head from Claire's direction, he looked over at the board and seemed to read it. He never spoke a word to her.
((Note: this is suppose to be between Taver's posts))
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