Catching gentle moans and grunts over his own burdened footsteps, Cyprus quickly slowed his pace and fell against the corner of a street. Taking a quick peek around the edge of the bricks, he saw several of the shambling infected, aimlessly wandering through the small market street. What caught his eye was the black mass near a shady alley just past the infected. Laying on the road was an assault rifle, the standard BSAA issue firearm for agents. While there was all the chance that this weapon was dropped by another agent hours ago, it was a risk he was willing to take if it meant finding his last man and getting him home safe.
Far away, at the very end of the street, a black shape ran across the road. It was almost unnoticeable, but the movement drew the agents' gaze to something that was gone in an instant.
His fist tightened, and his frown grew. He didn't have time. His agent was his priority.
Drawing his knife, Cyprus ran into the street while keeping as light on his feet as he could while wearing a tactical vest. Passing the few infected, he spared but a quick moment to throw his fist into each of their heads, and his knife into their skulls. He couldn't risk firing; it might draw more unwanted attention. It took but a dozen seconds to clear the street of the few infected. Picking up the rifle from the road, he made his way into the alley towards a nearby apartment building. If he were wanting to hide from something, a huge building would be one of the best places to hide.
Topic: Resident Evil: Operation CLEAN-UP (Read 21722 times)