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“Tong! Eighth floor…”
Barry walked out of the elevator slowly.
He was extremely tired, and was glad everything was at last… over, or
is it? He
drew out his key from his pocket and inserted into the door.
It was his apartment.
A smile appeared on his face as he thought of his lovely wife and two
daughters waiting at home now.
Pushing the door open, he felt a sudden sense of achievement.
“Dearest all, I’m home!”
He waited for some response, but there were none.
Scanning around the place with his eyes, there was no one…
“Perhaps
they are hiding or something, “Barry thought.
He walked around in his apartment, searching desperately.
The sense of achievement earlier on faded into a sense of impending doom.
Walking into the living room for the sixth time, something at last caught
his eyes. He
stared in disbelief as his greatest horror was at last… confirmed.
A little box with an Umbrella Corp. logo sat on his coffee table.
Reaching out for it, Barry realized it contained a note.
“Mr
Burton,
If you ever want to see your wife and daughters again, submit yourself to
our HQ in Europe, or else…
Believe me, Burton, there is no escape for you…
Yours sincerely,
Umbrella agent 424
