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Frenchfry:
Wesker followed a path that he could - for the most part - be written off as a roundabout trip to the hospital. Once he was alone, however, he snuck out an emergency exit. The alarm was already going off, so it was as good an exit as any.
TrainerX:
Trystan killed the last demon, and looked around him. There were demon heads on the ground all around him. He was covered in blood, and standing on a pile of severed limbs. The rest of the bodies were laying all over the room.
That was too easy.
No it wasn't. It took you forever.
Can't you just leave me alone for once?
No.
Trystan started walking to the medical bay after he heard Zero remind everyone to go to the medical bay.
Frenchfry:
Within an hour, Wesker was very far away from the Savior's base. He was, in fact, fifty miles northeast, in a small undergound facility hidden under an unassuming coffee shop, looking over the items Misters Irish and Rope had obtained for him. From Mister Rope, roughly one gallon of pure black widow venom. It must have taken many break-ins to produce so much. From Mister Irish, the live bodies of a self-healing demon and one very frightened government agent. Both of his mired contractors were standing in the room across from him.
"Excellent work, gentlemen. As always, we'll be in touch.
"Always a pleasure, Wesker."
"Eh, time for me to go. It's saturday morning and I'm still not drunk."
DarK_SouL:
I reached the Medical Bay. And started smashing through Demons killing them all. An intense scene if you ask me. Finally I had finished the last horde around me.
Mr. Fox:
I got to the medical bay just as Eric killed the last demon.
Nice work.
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