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[soldierunknown]

HUNK decided it was time to venture out of the apartment complex. It had been only a day since his arrival, but he was already feeling a bit cramped in the living space he had been assigned to. So, dressed in a black and white bowling shirt and a pair of khaki pants, Agent HUNK sent out to explore. Rumors had been circling about a training yard in

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[much_too_human]

"Impressive moves, young man!"

[soldierunknown]

HUNK stopped and spun his blade into a resting position. Then, he turned his bright blue eyes towards the older fellow.

"Thank you, sir." His response was short and to the point.

[much_too_human]

"I'm rather new here. Would you care to spar a bit?"

[soldierunknown]

HUNK frowned slightly. He was really looking forward to practicing alone, but he felt rude to deny the other man a sparing partner. So, with a slight nod, he flipped his blade out again.

"You aren't the only one, sir, but I suppose a good spar would do me some good." He took up a cautious stance.

"Ready when you are, sir."

[tyrantmaker]

There's someone half-standing in the doorway, remaining a little in the dimness.

"What have you done to your shoulder?" The voice is undoubtedly familiar. You don't forget the man who supplies your missions and your paycheck.

[soldierunknown]

Just outside the complex, HUNK closed his eyes and sighed. The spar had opened his eyes quite a bit. There were more than just humans and vampires lurking in the vast collection of apartments. Now, he had to worry about humanoid creatures that enjoyed a little hand to hand combat. Not that he was complaining, however. He found the man he met to be quite interesting

[tyrantmaker]

Wesker'd met a lot of interesting people. He would be interested in hearing about more.

He left the shelter of the door, head momentarily angled a little to give his eyes an extra half-second to adjust. He moved with the confidence of someone for whom the world is slowed down a little.

"I didn't even realize you were here." His hand dipped into a pocket and came out with a hotel matchbook. He offered it between two fingers. "The day's been full of surprises." His head tipped back a little, and he inhaled slightly. "Can you still think clearly?"

[soldierunknown]

HUNK took the matchbook and pulled out a match. Then, without a word, he swept it across the side, igniting the top.

"Permission to speak freely, sir?" He lit the tip of the cigarette, causing wisps of smoke to travel around his visage.

"And I can think very clearly, sir." HUNK inhaled and closed his eyes. The rich taste of the cigarette melted on his tongue, and he suddenly felt at peace with himself, even though just moments earlier he was getting his shoulder torn from its socket.