Programming Woes
The place was a dump. A real, honest-to-goodness dump. This was the STARS base, the place where everything was going to start again. If Yoko could just get the wiring in the walls updated to current standards, that is. Which is what she was doing inside the former security guard post with a power drill in hand. And with her hair filled with powedered drywall, even though she was wearing a bandanna over her head.
She had had some help from a couple of government people. But they were doing construction work on the other side of the base. Yoko wanted to fix up the perimeter defenses and keep Umbrella (and any nosy civilians) out of the area. After all, what good was rebuilding if the same mistakes were made again? Besides, Yoko's recent visit to the Nexus had her nervous for everyone on the team.
A large chunk of drywall fell on her head. "Ow!" She rubbed the now-developing lump on her head and glared at the wall. "Why does this always happen to me?" She sighed again and set the power drill aside. "Ow. Where's Becca at?" She wanted an ice pack. She wanted Kevin. She wanted somebody to help her repair this stuff.
And she thought surviving was a hard job in and of itself!
She had had some help from a couple of government people. But they were doing construction work on the other side of the base. Yoko wanted to fix up the perimeter defenses and keep Umbrella (and any nosy civilians) out of the area. After all, what good was rebuilding if the same mistakes were made again? Besides, Yoko's recent visit to the Nexus had her nervous for everyone on the team.
A large chunk of drywall fell on her head. "Ow!" She rubbed the now-developing lump on her head and glared at the wall. "Why does this always happen to me?" She sighed again and set the power drill aside. "Ow. Where's Becca at?" She wanted an ice pack. She wanted Kevin. She wanted somebody to help her repair this stuff.
And she thought surviving was a hard job in and of itself!