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Extermination - Albert Wesker - 05-24-2018
The trip from the Pale Moors to this...Camelot had been uneventful. Getting the helicopter for Lone Wolf to pilot through the gate had been the hardest part. Given their importance, the size of the gates left a lot to be desired. Even with the technological upgrades that Captain Wesker had devised and implemented to make the aircraft more compact, it had been tough to manage.
"Like trying to fit Beltway through a basketball hoop," Lone Wolf had said. "Or a golf ball through a garden hose."
Frustrating and time consuming. Several hours (or more; watch said longer, willingness to actually pay attention said otherwise) out from the mansion, dealing with the alternating stresses of unbearable monotony and more than a small amount of the terrors that occupied the landscape of the Moors, followed by the hassle of gate-traversal... HUNK's mood had taken a sharp downturn.
"Clear skies. Easy flying," Lone Wolf noted flatly, once they could finally take to the skies again. "Wonder if we'll run into anything else from the nightmares of Raccoon City survivors."
The pilot's tone was joking, but HUNK could detect the bitterness. Even if he was getting used to a new copter, those freaks had managed to land a blow on it. Lone Wolf never took a hit that did much more than scratch the paint of any ship he was at the controls of. This one had put a huge dent in the fuselage, and torn several long, jagged scratches in it. No punctures, but it had been enough to rock the entire ship and deal a hefty blow to the legendary pilot's pride.
"With any luck, it'll be easy flying," the survivor responded. "Clear skies and visibility here. None of that obnoxious fog and mist. Well lit, bright daylight. We'll see anything coming before it can get the drop on us again."
"Yeah, yeah...don't worry about that. I'll keep us in the air," the pilot said dismissively. "Just tell me where we're going, will ya?"
"....yeah. Right." Mister Death just returned his attention to the small portable computer that had been given to them to assist in research and seeking out a half-decent place to start their search. After a brief time he had what he was after. Not a place to go, exactly, but a secondary bit of info. Where the gate from the Moors had actually spat them out in this land of rolling green hills of fantasy headache. "Keep toward the North," he spoke up again, closing the small computer's monitor. "Try and find some kind of town or village."
"Going for the old-fashioned route with this one, then?" Lone Wolf just shrugged. "Boots on the ground, poking your nose into things and getting intel from the people who live here?"
"Yeah. Something like that." Truth be told, that was only a secondary bonus to finding a town somewhere. If it was at all important, there should be some kind of road or trail that lead out of it. Follow that, and it would (hopefully) connect to a bigger road, and a still bigger road, until you hit the main highway. And that was bound to lead somewhere important eventually.
Mapping out the terrain along the way would be another small bonus. And if Captain Wesker didn't like his methods, he could come do it himself. His fault for only specifying the what to do and where to do it, and not how to do it.
"Well. Probably take longer, but hell. More time in the air." The pilot just shrugged again.
And on they went.