Bertolucci didn't seem to be anywhere on the east side of the building, upstairs or down she'd spent what felt like hours staring into dead faces, searching the reeking piles of corpses for his square jaw and anachronistic ponytail. Assuming I make it out of here with the goods, I'm asking for a big goddamn bonus no one should have to work in these conditions.Īda slipped the key into her hip pack, then gazed unseeing at the upper balustrade of the impressive hall, mentally checking off the rooms she'd been through and the ones she'd searched more thor- oughly. The samples could be anywhere by now, depending on who survived. Instead, I get a three-day vacation sans comfort, I get night of the living standoff, I get to play Put the Bullet in the Brain and Let's Find the Reporter at the same time. If it wasn't for someone at Umbrella dropping the bomb, the job would have been a walk. She already had the keys in fact, she had everything she needed to search the sta- tion, and most of what she needed to get into the lab. The water-bearing nymph made of stone slid forward at a slight angle, the pitcher at her shoulder dropping a slender piece of metal atop the lip of the defunct fountain.
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