Everything was deja-vu. The J’avo, the B.S.A.A. — as if December of 2012 was replaying all over again before her eyes.
Anti-C proved to be weaker than anticipated. Whether it was the strength of the vaccine, or the strength of the strain of the C-Virus, civilians were still dying ; for those infected, it was an inevitable death sentence. The task was simple: track down Jake Muller and acquire another sample of his antibodies. Simple, because Sherry Birkin kept in contact with the mercenary. Simple would turn out to be quite the opposite of reality.
Getting in contact with Jake was like trying to catch smoke with one’s hands, because for whatever reason, he was unresponsive in any and all messages. This left the U.S. government with no other choice but to execute a hunt for Muller — the B.S.A.A. and the DSO joining forces once more. Sherry wasn’t all too thrilled with the idea, and was moreso angry at Jake for leaving them in the dark.
All she could do was pray that he was still alive.
Once again, Sherry finds herself caught in the midst of a war between the J’avo civilians and the B.S.A.A. Lying low and skillfully maneuvering herself around obstacles was her only chance of survival at this point. This was a battlefield and she is not equipped with the right arsenal ; there was no anticipation of J’avo hanging around, which might have been a major flaw on the DSO’s part.
The agent crouches against a stone wall, chest rising and falling with each heavy breath that she took. There’s a thought in the back of her mind that maybe she could pass through with the help of some B.S.A.A. soldiers — a thought that’s interrupted by a very familiar male voice.
“Chris?” Yes, this was definitely deja-vu. The petite blonde steadies herself against the wall, pistol clutched within calloused palms worn from such a tight grasp. “— Search mission. I assume the B.S.A.A. is following the same orders as well?”
There is a brisk and curt nod to inform her that they also are on a search mission. It seems that more party members aside from the B.S.A.A were on a wild chase for a certain Jake Muller. Individuals can always be difficult to track down, especially within their line of work-- however when ones occupation is that of a mercenary, it becomes increasingly more difficult to pin point a location on said individual. And now it seems that ever Sherry hadn't been able to grasp the attention of Jake-- of course that was their luck. Nothing is ever easy, it seems.
"Yeah, for Jake Muller. I can assume that's who you're lookin' for then?"
A sense of protection washes over Chris. She is out here, alone. And whereas the girl may be able to hold her own ground, Chris can not help but yearn to give her at least a moderate amount of protection through this part of the hellish nightmare that they are facing. He wishes that her organization would send in at least someone else to accompany her through this. The blight of bio-terrorism is that of a great caliber. Every participant, willing or not, in this warfare could very well use someone else to get their back, and pick them up if a falling happens. A partner.
There is a remembrance to Piers-- and sorrow fills in that emptiness he now sports. However, as quickly as it had arrived, Chris forces a numbing of the sensation. This is not the time, nor the place to be haunted by that ghost; one he failed.
Chris takes a moment to pull away from Sherry and take a grasp on the situation. It had seemed that his men had managed to take down this sections tainted occupants. His thoughts are confirmed by a soldiers voice. 'All hostile down, Captain!' It gives an allowance of a breathing time.
"Alright men." He calls out to team. "Keep an eye out for any more hostiles, and take a moment to re-group." Chris pulls his attention back onto Sherry, his face courting a serious demeanor. "Did they send you out here by yourself?"
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