@psthuman
“Agent Birkin, why are you out here again?”
Because eventually she’d break her time on the course, because it didn’t matter if she fell, or got scraped, hooked on the walls, cracked on her back if she fell. She could keep going and going until she got it right. And two months after Lanshiang, she got it right. She made record time. She blew through the training course because it made the uncertain staff in the saferoom let her out. Hunnigan started pulling her for more and more “official” business missions. She got more rights as Simmons’s reputation was destroyed.
It landed her in training. Constantly. It also landed her to get quiet in her co-loaned car during a February rainstorm, leaning on the steering wheel, exhausted.
She reached out to Claire and asked a handful of quiet questions post-Lanshiang, and ended up in tears in her car again. It was a habit. She kept smiling to a point. It’s... hard... to keep smiling through all of this.
It’s why she asked for a leave to go somewhere, and asked Hunnigan to help. When the destination was decided, it was due to the validity of the contact. When all was said and done, her contact was Jill Valentine.
A week ago, she sent a text asking to meet for coffee, somewhere around her area. No further details.
It was determined, clinically, she was the safest person to handle Agent Birkin. Funny way of saying not only was Valentine qualified to handle potentially dangerous bio-hazards: she wouldn’t be in danger of infection and transmission.
Sherry left her car at a garage, pulled her leather coat tight around her in the rain and pulled her hood up. It’s freezing and the heart of the city looms all over the place. It’s loud and crowded.
The silhouette looks like Raccoon with more sound, light, and people everywhere.
She kept her hands in her pockets and shivered in the cold.
(txt): Hey...! I’m here! I don’t know where you wanted to meet up. I really appreciate it.
