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[redfield]

Thank God for a live internet connection. I don't know what happened here, an outbreak, someone's pet tarantulas having a serious growth spurt? I'm holed up in the 18th Precinct, papers say I'm in New York City. There are creatures outside, I've barricaded the door so they can't get in, at least right now. There doesn't seem to be another way out,

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[meester_kennedy]

Claire, I need an address. I'll be right there.

[redfield]

Leon?

Guess I should've known you'd be right in the middle of this. uhhh hang on

306 West 54th Street.

[meester_kennedy]

Looks like I'm a trouble magnet. Welcome to the party.

If you can grab a radio, you can get through to mine. You need a gun?

[redfield]

...Leon. I'm in a police station. I have a gun.

A radio I'll need to find but I'm sure there's probably one somewhere around here.

[meester_kennedy]

I knew that.

I'm on my way.

[redfield]

I'll be here.

Try not to get killed.