#deathlegend

The Yukon base seemed to be a bit more lively lately with all the new faces, and coming out of recovery left her eager to get back to training.

It’s not often she picked fights, but Izzy had absolutely caught her interest. HUNK’s Daughter, apparently, and a decorated merc in her own right. Figures the apple didn’t fall far from the tree, but unlike her father- She was LOUD.

It was hard not to hear her when she got excited about something. Charming.

So they eventually found some time to hit the mats, and she became acutely aware of two things- She’s sorely out of practice after laying in bed for a week or more, and Izzy is built like a tank. She follows her tit-for-tat for a good while, but when it came to wrestling back control, her strength failed her finally, finding herself hitting the floor hard.

The wind knocked out of her, making her cough out a laugh- Damn, that was fun.

“Aight- Aight- You made your point.”

“Who doesn’t love waiting.”

After panic, after horror, after misery, comes the final redoubt of grim, cold sarcasm. Emily is doing her best to keep everything organized - words continue to jump out at her as she takes inventory of what’s here, what notes from the past can be used to inform the future. She’d never imagined she would be able to learn so much about T-Abyss, much less from someone who personally dealt with the virus. This should be an occasion for note-sharing, loop-closing, filling in the proverbial cork board with what may as well be divine inspiration.

She sighs. Regards the mostly-cold cup of coffee beside her, then the generational talent she’s sharing the room with. RCS may not be contagious, but it’s hard to be in a room with the patients for reasons totally unrelated to viral payload.

“…I’ve spent a lot of time trying to clean up Tricell. They were more, uh… aggressive than Umbrella, in a business sense, but they were also a hell of a lot more sloppy. Sold to pretty much anyone, didn’t care much for covering their tracks. For a while, the case moved on how much time it would be between smaller, individual sites having security fail or just lose power or something, and spit a bunch of cooped-up BOWs into the wilderness. This… kinda feels like that.”