Nemesis by Perry S. D

Author:Perry, S. D. [Perry, S.D.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781781161876
Publisher: Random House Publisher Services
Published: 2012-08-14T22:06:00+00:00

FOURTEEN

Although there was probably a lot they could talk about, Jill didn’t feel like it and neither did Carlos. They had to get a power cable, get back to the trolley, and not get killed in the process—not exactly the time for small talk, even if the streets did seem to be clear. And after the near death experience they’d just shared running from the gas station, Carlos couldn’t imagine chatting.

What would we talk about, anyway? The weather? How many of her friends are dead? How about whether or not that Tyrant-thing is going to pop up and kill her anytime soon, or maybe the top ten reasons she doesn’t like Nicholai...

Jill was obviously uncomfortable with Nicholai— almost certainly because of her feelings about Umbrella—and Carlos thought Nicholai didn’t like her much, either, though he wasn’t sure why; the squad leader had been perfectly polite, if a little brisk. Carlos liked that Jill wasn’t like that with him, suspicious and challenging, but the animosity between her and Nicholai made him a little nervous. As clichéd as it was, they needed to stick together if they meant to survive.

In any case, Jill wasn’t volunteering to discuss her feelings on the topic, and Carlos was busy debating himself about whether or not to tell the others about Trent, and they both were watching their asses. They walked in silence from the trolley back into downtown and were almost back to the garage when Carlos saw someone he recognized.

The dead man was propped in the corner of a winding alley, not far from the grotesque bodies of two Umbrella creatures that Carlos had passed twice already in the past couple of hours, like the thing he’d killed by the restaurant; from the look of his corpse, he’d been there awhile—which meant Carlos had passed him by as well, never noticing. It was kind of distressing to realize he didn’t even look at their faces anymore, but he was a little too surprised to hang on to the feeling.

“Hey, I’ve met this guy,” he said, crouching next to him, trying to remember the name—Hennessy? Hennings, that was it. Tall, dark hair, a thin scar that ran from one corner of his mouth to his chin. Single gunshot wound to the head, no obvious signs of decay...

...and what the hell is he doing here?

Jill had been walking a few steps ahead of Carlos. She turned and walked back, surreptitiously checking her watch.

“I’m sorry about your friend, but we really have to get going,” she said gently.

Carlos shook his head and started to pat the body down, searching for extra ammo or some ID. “No, we weren’t friends. I met him at the field office right after I was hired, he worked for another U.B.C.S. branch, I think. The guy’s a spook, ex-military, and he definitely didn’t come to Raccoon with us... hola, what’s this?” Carlos pulled a small, leather-bound book about the size of a paperback out of Hennings’s jacket lining and opened it. A journal.

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