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BULLETS FLY FROM THE RIFLE in Hunk's hands, the mercenary watching with the same calm cold demeanor he always holds as the horde in front of them thins. He casts a gaze toward Ada, before shaking his head. " You sure know how to pick an employer. " He almost mutters it, before pulling the pin on a grenade, holding it for a moment, before rolling it into the remaining bodies writing from the shots he'd taken. He doesn't flinch when it explodes and body parts fly past him - he's more than used to that by now. " Seems whereever you go, they always send you right into the middle of some breakout. " Were he on his own, he'd probably be preparing to come in on a bounty from government to helpĀ clean upĀ the problem. It makes good money - ever since Umbrella went down the damn drain.Ā
" Which virus are you after ? " A chuckle passes him. " That's usually what they send you out to get, don't they ? " Hunk eases his rifle to his back, pulling his knife from its holster, kneeling to bury it in the neck of a still moving body, causing it to convulse and go still. " Must make you a shit ton of money, to keep throwing yourself into this shit. " Then again, itĀ isĀ hard to go back toĀ normalĀ work after dealing with the adrenalineĀ thisĀ gives. At least for him. " Don't tell me youĀ enjoyĀ going through this ? " He lets out a laugh. " I don't need to see more likeĀ meĀ going around. "












