#ask-clancythecameraman

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@ask-clancythecameraguy The boat crashed some weeks ago, Captain Wesker obviously hadn't made himself clear. It had cost her an entire ship crew, lives that could be replaced albeit if given time. Vlad and Mia were the last two on her radar, Mia would fend for herself. After such a catastrophic failure that would end up costing her thousands, she would sooner kill Mia herself if she was found alive. Vlad was who she had hoped to find along with answers as to where Eveline might be. Though before hand, she found someone else entirely. The floors creaked, ethereal moans and hissing kept her on guard. The corpses of the bakers walked amongst the living, even if they were only infected by Eveline. They were as good as dead by any definition of the word. Approaching a door she heard wimpering on the other side, uncomposed and panicked. Perhaps she had found Mia? It was as good a guess as any. Finding the door locked she sighed in frustration, every door was locked. Snake keys, bird keys, similar to the Spencer mansion in fact. Although this was a normal door, and she didn't possess a lock pick. Inconvenienced and unwilling to search she pulled her gun and shot the lock. The wood splintered and broke the mechanism holding the door shut, kicking the door in she glared into the darkness that greeted her. Taking her small flashlight from her front pocket she steadied her breathing and entered. The bright light shining into the room as she held her gun at the ready, if any infected attempted to attack. She would be ready.

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This was for the better

It was amazing what would happen if a simple string was pulled, what might happen if he were to interfere in a long running project. A product of grief, a young girl that had nothing to do with it. She was merely in the way of powerful people that needed to release bottled up tears. Tears he himself had shed for the same man they had. Uncle Nathaniel and his mother were broken, especially after the realization that father wasn’t returning began to set. He began his career not long after Jordan died, to get vengeance on those that had caused so much pain. Eveline was a product, one that needed to be dealt with if Zenith and Umbrella were ever again to move forward. Give his mother a purpose to live again, without father. It was for the better he kept telling himself. All thanks to the information he relayed to Sewer Gators, attention was being placed towards the small estate in Louisiana. Creating a sense of discretion Umbrella needed to employ. It meant a few casualties, but the cast of Sewer Gators had proved their purpose. Mother wouldn’t be scouting for another couple of days, it would be best to infiltrate the estate as soon as possible. The cast consisted of three people, with any luck one of them had survived the onslaught Eveline had reaped on the estate. Glaring down at the ground from the helicopter he replaced his cigarette between his lips before rapelling to the grass below. With little hesitation he tread through the grass and opened the door, putting out his cigarette before entering; after nearly a half hour of exploring he made his way down to the basement of the main estate. Screams and gunshots emanated from the other side of the door. Taking a deep breath he kicked open the door, only to find Clancy pinned by several of the beasts that Eveline had conjured. “Get down!” Jr yelled as he took the shotgun from his back, soon firing shell after shell into the sinewy masses.

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@ask-clancythecameraguy Alecia had grown worried over the past couple of weeks. Andre had informed her that she would hear from him while he was in Louisiana. However, nothing came from her phone, he had seemingly gone dark. Stepping down from the stage set up in the cafe, she went over to the counter. "Joey, when was the last time you heard from Clancy?" She asked, her tone soft as she spoke.