Dangerous things come in pretty packages
Sherry Birkin sat in her jeep a moment. It had been five years since she had even attempted to be near people. She was pretty sure she had lost any tails that would have been watching her a year back, since there had been nothing whenever she had to actually go into public.
According to the world she had died over ten years ago anyway.
You know this is a bad idea Sherry. You should just leave before anyone gets hurt. She shook her head. Leaving would mean a failed mission. She had a reputation to uphold after all. Every mission she had gone on since her training had been completed. Some hadn’t been as clean as they had wanted, but the objective was what mattered.
She climbed out of the jeep, snagging the battered leather backpack she made sure a second time that this was the place. Last time she had been near a place this big had been when her parents had taken her to the Christmas party Marcus had thrown when she was ten. It had been just after they had moved to… She shook her head, no need dwelling on the past. That’s what Wesker would have said anyway. The Human Tyrant walked up to the door.
With luck she’d actually be able to stay a while. It would be good to be able to actually live somewhere instead of out of her jeep. Knocking on the door the blonde waited.
According to the world she had died over ten years ago anyway.
You know this is a bad idea Sherry. You should just leave before anyone gets hurt. She shook her head. Leaving would mean a failed mission. She had a reputation to uphold after all. Every mission she had gone on since her training had been completed. Some hadn’t been as clean as they had wanted, but the objective was what mattered.
She climbed out of the jeep, snagging the battered leather backpack she made sure a second time that this was the place. Last time she had been near a place this big had been when her parents had taken her to the Christmas party Marcus had thrown when she was ten. It had been just after they had moved to… She shook her head, no need dwelling on the past. That’s what Wesker would have said anyway. The Human Tyrant walked up to the door.
With luck she’d actually be able to stay a while. It would be good to be able to actually live somewhere instead of out of her jeep. Knocking on the door the blonde waited.