The first most reliable lead Agents Redfield and Valentine had received about the location of Ozwell E. Spencer - Umbrella’s Founder - lead them to Europe. Spencer’s castle, up on some cliffs. It was dark out; a storm brewing in the distance. Most of their missions had this typical eerie atmosphere about them. The Spencer estate was almost deserted, but that did not affect their belief that this was the place their target had been hiding all of this time, and it meant that getting to the man would be no problem, as well
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At first it was hard to believe that they had a reliable lead to the location of Ozwell E. Spencer, but when she was looking upon the castle that belonged to Umberlla's founder, she knew that it wouldn't belong before they were back into the old swing of things. She hated the fact that no matter what they were doing, their missions had this ominous atmosphere that clinged to it. The feeling that it gave her almost always had her on edge, but she knew that sh needed to be calm and controlled and ready for everything
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As Wesker turned, another flash of lightning threw the faces of the intruders into sharp relief. His cold face took on a smirk of delight. What a wonderful coincidence, that Chris and Jill should have been brought to him on this night. He'd already resolved one piece of his past tonight - and now here before him stood the man who'd nearly ruined everything, and his partner. Fitting that they should meet like this. It meant he could bring an end to everything that had plagued him all these years.
The expressions on their faces filled him with a dark joy. Bullets flew at him and he avoided the first few with a mere shrug of his shoulders before he began dashing toward his enemies, his speed so great that he appeared to be only a blur. He loved to put his power to use like this. He could feel the bullets as they flashed past, never quite striking yet they still kept coming. What fools. No doubt they'd come expecting to interrogate Spencer. Whoops-a-daisy, bit late there
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The uppercut to his abdomen sent him crashing into the ground with a grunt and he'd lost his weapon in the struggle against Wesker's hits, but he soon jumped up again. To attack Wesker and make sure his partner wasn't recieving the brunt of Wesker's attacks.
Once he had them both in his line of sight, he noticed, to his horror, that Wesker had Valentine pinned up against the wall in a choke hold -- he didn't even plan his next attack; he just dashed forward to Wesker, throwing a punch -- it wouldn't matter if Wesker dodged it so long as Wesker let go of Jill. Even though his comrade was as much of a fighter as he was, he hated seeing her struggle in his nemesis' clutches.
He threw more punches, hoping to hit him once. He was giving Wesker all he had to dispose of him, as well as protecting his partner.
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The expressions on their faces filled him with a dark joy. Bullets flew at him and he avoided the first few with a mere shrug of his shoulders before he began dashing toward his enemies, his speed so great that he appeared to be only a blur. He loved to put his power to use like this. He could feel the bullets as they flashed past, never quite striking yet they still kept coming. What fools. No doubt they'd come expecting to interrogate Spencer. Whoops-a-daisy, bit late there ( ... )
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Once he had them both in his line of sight, he noticed, to his horror, that Wesker had Valentine pinned up against the wall in a choke hold -- he didn't even plan his next attack; he just dashed forward to Wesker, throwing a punch -- it wouldn't matter if Wesker dodged it so long as Wesker let go of Jill. Even though his comrade was as much of a fighter as he was, he hated seeing her struggle in his nemesis' clutches.
He threw more punches, hoping to hit him once. He was giving Wesker all he had to dispose of him, as well as protecting his partner.
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