Irene throws another rock at the boulder she's brought in for a target. Her aim is fair, but she misses the red blotch she painted on it as a target, and the smaller stone shatters.
"Are you any good with explosives?"
It's an out-of-the-blue question, but Irene makes a lot of those.
"This isn't personal. Did you know that kid, Danny, who went missing? The vampire that did this to my arm is the one who's been keeping him prisoner. And experimenting on him."
Irene throws, and misses entirely.
"I can't fight him with a sword. That would just be dumb. But I hear vampires of his type go up in flames really well."
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He watches for a minute.
"Upset?"
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Irene throws another rock at the boulder she's brought in for a target. Her aim is fair, but she misses the red blotch she painted on it as a target, and the smaller stone shatters.
"Are you any good with explosives?"
It's an out-of-the-blue question, but Irene makes a lot of those.
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Well, duh.
"I can make napalm out of gasoline, soap, concentrated orange juice, and stryofoam."
A grim smile.
"And I have a copy of the Anarchist Cookbook on the 'Frogs files."
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Irene throws, and misses entirely.
"I can't fight him with a sword. That would just be dumb. But I hear vampires of his type go up in flames really well."
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There is a Wesker watching with great interest.
"Oh, good," he encourages, as the battered target is struck dead center.
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"Throw, you mean?" asks Irene, reaching for another rock to throw. "Thanks."
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"So, what motivated this?"
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