First Person: [The train pulls to a halt, jostling the sleeping man from his slumber. Noise bustles around him, but he pays it no mind. He was finally here.
Standing from his seat, he rolls his shoulders to coax the circulation back into his sleep-addled body and pulls his bag from the overhead storage compartment. It drops to the floor with a heavy fwump. He never brings more than what he needs and what he carries is all that he owns. Life is simple that way.
He steps off the train and looks up into the bright sun and—]
What the…?
[This is not where he was supposed to meet Sherry! He turns to face another passenger to ask exactly where he was only to find he is quite alone.]
Where the hell am I? Must’ve boarded the wrong one at the station.
[Jake rubs the back of his neck to massage the stress out of it. He had better text Sherry and tell her he is going to be a bit late.
He turns to step back onto the train just in time for the doors to shut and lock him out.]
Hey!
[He hammers a fist against the metal frame trying to get someone’s—anyone’s attention, but it groans and hisses into motion under his fist, already disembarking for another unwitting resident.]
Third Person: Roughly seventy-two hours ago a message was delivered to an agent of the United States Division of Security Operations. This message contained sensitive information of the highest classification and as such it demanded immediate action. The sender was offering detailed information on the whereabouts of several Bio-organic Weapons as well as months of tracking data on these small outbreaks. The promise of this information along with the sender’s name set the retrieval of this information as a priority one. The only question now was; What is the price? That being said, no one was surprised when a follow-up message detailed said price.
The brunette smirked to himself as he slid his phone shut and reclined back in a chair at the airport lobby. He’d been tracking and eliminating B.O.W.s for the last year or better, shooting a certain D.S.O. agent texts now and then between jobs. They were senseless little texts, but he wanted to keep in contact with her. She never missed a reply.
This was his first time back in the states in quite a while. Given his work and past, this wasn’t surprising in the least. However, Jake Muller was far from anxious. He was rather relaxed, fiddling idly with a memory chip between his fingers, much like someone would toy with a coin. The information on the storage device was classified, but one would never guess that with how carelessly he was twiddling it between his fingers. It wasn’t so much that he was careless, it was more along the lines of his overconfidence. If someone were to attempt a heist, he would simply take it back. Preferably by force.
Jake closed his eyes, reclined back in the chair as he was, he could almost take a nap while he waited for his ‘escort’. It didn’t take long for something to catch his attention, ending his nap rather abruptly. Oddly enough, it was a simple smell. A somewhat muted, floral perfume wafted his way. Not your typical run-of-the-mill perfume. It gave one the impression it was expensive, likely imported from France, nothing you would find at your local Walmart. Normally, women’s perfume would hold no interest to Jake, but this familiar scent brought nostalgia with it.
It painted the picture of a barge; water slapping the sides of boats and docks. Fire and apprehension set the atmosphere with a hint of sweat and grime. It was dark and if one listened hard enough, they could hear the sound of chaos in the distance. The rev of a chainsaw sent a jolt of adrenaline through the body, adding an extra edge to the apprehension that already existed. A woman on a tether swung out of the darkness, swooping through the air to snatch his savior from certain doom, depositing her in the safety of his arms. A flash of black and red was all he saw, but that expensive perfume clung to Sherry’s clothing briefly after the encounter.
So, naturally, Jake’s eyes popped open just in time to see a similar flash of black and red as the woman disappeared into the crowd. The mercenary jumped from his semi-comfortable resting place in an attempt to follow her. He pushed through the crowd of people, but it seemed a futile effort. The woman was as slippery as she had been back in China. Honestly, he really didn’t know what he would have done or said had he actually caught up with her, so it was probably better that she vanished.
“Jake!”
A voice caught his attention, bringing an immediate smile to his face. He turned in the direction of petite agent and let out a short, amused chuckle.
“Well, if it isn’t Supergirl.”
“Don’t act so surprised! You’re the one who insisted I be here.” Sherry replied, smiling despite herself.
“Did I?” He feigned innocence, though, when he realized it didn’t suit him, he smirked knowingly. “Oh yeah, I might have said that.” Jake nodded his head to the side in a curt motion towards the exit. “Hungry? Airline food sucks no matter what country you’re in.”
Re: [CANON] Jake Muller || Resident Evil 6 || reserve || 4 of 4
[The train pulls to a halt, jostling the sleeping man from his slumber. Noise bustles around him, but he pays it no mind. He was finally here.
Standing from his seat, he rolls his shoulders to coax the circulation back into his sleep-addled body and pulls his bag from the overhead storage compartment. It drops to the floor with a heavy fwump. He never brings more than what he needs and what he carries is all that he owns. Life is simple that way.
He steps off the train and looks up into the bright sun and—]
What the…?
[This is not where he was supposed to meet Sherry! He turns to face another passenger to ask exactly where he was only to find he is quite alone.]
Where the hell am I? Must’ve boarded the wrong one at the station.
[Jake rubs the back of his neck to massage the stress out of it. He had better text Sherry and tell her he is going to be a bit late.
He turns to step back onto the train just in time for the doors to shut and lock him out.]
Hey!
[He hammers a fist against the metal frame trying to get someone’s—anyone’s attention, but it groans and hisses into motion under his fist, already disembarking for another unwitting resident.]
Third Person:
Roughly seventy-two hours ago a message was delivered to an agent of the United States Division of Security Operations. This message contained sensitive information of the highest classification and as such it demanded immediate action. The sender was offering detailed information on the whereabouts of several Bio-organic Weapons as well as months of tracking data on these small outbreaks. The promise of this information along with the sender’s name set the retrieval of this information as a priority one. The only question now was; What is the price? That being said, no one was surprised when a follow-up message detailed said price.
The brunette smirked to himself as he slid his phone shut and reclined back in a chair at the airport lobby. He’d been tracking and eliminating B.O.W.s for the last year or better, shooting a certain D.S.O. agent texts now and then between jobs. They were senseless little texts, but he wanted to keep in contact with her. She never missed a reply.
This was his first time back in the states in quite a while. Given his work and past, this wasn’t surprising in the least. However, Jake Muller was far from anxious. He was rather relaxed, fiddling idly with a memory chip between his fingers, much like someone would toy with a coin. The information on the storage device was classified, but one would never guess that with how carelessly he was twiddling it between his fingers. It wasn’t so much that he was careless, it was more along the lines of his overconfidence. If someone were to attempt a heist, he would simply take it back. Preferably by force.
Jake closed his eyes, reclined back in the chair as he was, he could almost take a nap while he waited for his ‘escort’. It didn’t take long for something to catch his attention, ending his nap rather abruptly. Oddly enough, it was a simple smell. A somewhat muted, floral perfume wafted his way. Not your typical run-of-the-mill perfume. It gave one the impression it was expensive, likely imported from France, nothing you would find at your local Walmart. Normally, women’s perfume would hold no interest to Jake, but this familiar scent brought nostalgia with it.
It painted the picture of a barge; water slapping the sides of boats and docks. Fire and apprehension set the atmosphere with a hint of sweat and grime. It was dark and if one listened hard enough, they could hear the sound of chaos in the distance. The rev of a chainsaw sent a jolt of adrenaline through the body, adding an extra edge to the apprehension that already existed. A woman on a tether swung out of the darkness, swooping through the air to snatch his savior from certain doom, depositing her in the safety of his arms. A flash of black and red was all he saw, but that expensive perfume clung to Sherry’s clothing briefly after the encounter.
So, naturally, Jake’s eyes popped open just in time to see a similar flash of black and red as the woman disappeared into the crowd. The mercenary jumped from his semi-comfortable resting place in an attempt to follow her. He pushed through the crowd of people, but it seemed a futile effort. The woman was as slippery as she had been back in China. Honestly, he really didn’t know what he would have done or said had he actually caught up with her, so it was probably better that she vanished.
“Jake!”
A voice caught his attention, bringing an immediate smile to his face. He turned in the direction of petite agent and let out a short, amused chuckle.
“Well, if it isn’t Supergirl.”
“Don’t act so surprised! You’re the one who insisted I be here.” Sherry replied, smiling despite herself.
“Did I?” He feigned innocence, though, when he realized it didn’t suit him, he smirked knowingly. “Oh yeah, I might have said that.” Jake nodded his head to the side in a curt motion towards the exit. “Hungry? Airline food sucks no matter what country you’re in.”