#lasplagas

Her first thought comes to the sender .

She wouldn't have a clue to who it was , and just because of that, the ex-cop was rather wary of opening the package in the first place . Realistically , it could be any manner of things, especially when it was largely unmarked and unsigned, and she'd ordered nothing and been made aware of no post that was meant to reach her . The smell is something she doesn't gloss over either .

That wasn't to say she wasn't curious . Too curious , even - Jill had always been too investigative for her own good . It had led her into a myriad of situations that she should never have involved herself in , but it's also led her to uncover things before they evolved into larger incidents . A double edged sword, really .

She'd moved it inside the better part of half an hour ago , and placed it on the table of her apartment . Jill had been making one or two calls to Chris to check if it wasn't something from his end , and even after coming away with nothing, she decided to open it anyway .

A combat knife is withdrawn from her belt and stabbed into the tape holding it together , slicing cleanly down the seam . The cardboard flaps are pulled open , and a vibrant blue gaze flickered down to its contents with a furrowed brow .

The decoration is removed first , and placed down onto the wood . The meaning behind it is definitely not something she'd missed , and she wondered just exactly who this was from, and just what they knew about her . Its intricacy is also quickly noticed , and Jill doesn't exactly mind the gift.

It was a pertinent tribute to her fury and to her constant fight against the snake who claimed to be a deity , and something in the way the crow was posed brought that concept to life in a way that boasted of that exact same thing. The snake was a skeleton , where the bird was not - however like a living ghost she'd felt like since her return from that godforsaken place , she was alive .

The card was the next thing to be drawn out . Her gaze flickers over the words - whoever this was . . was definitely interesting . Devil was a good way to describe Albert Wesker, that much she wouldn't argue with - whoever The Master was, she had no clue . Didn't even know if she could trust them, but after seeing the gift and realizing the purpose behind it, maybe this was someone on her side - or at least , sharing a commonality in a mutual hatred of the man who died playing God .

He had just failed to realize that gods bled just as much as mortals do .

Los cuatro nos bajamos de la lancha y pisamos tierra firme, Kennedy me devolvió la AK47 y yo lo guardé, él se quedó con la metralleta en mano y su pistola lo tenía colgado en su cadera con un estuche. Ví que Sera recargó su arma e igual mi tío, entonces yo quité el cargador y solo me quedaban dos balas, así que lo recargué.

Recorrimos la isla, no parecía una isla cualquiera, parecía una base de…

– Es mejor que hables ya. – Dije en español poniéndome de pie. – ¿Tú sabes realmente que está ocurriendo aquí?

– Algo así. – Contestó el español.

– No me vengas con juegos Sera, ya dí la verdad.

Leon se puso de pie y a un lado de Ashley, ambos miraron atentamente al español mientras que Pamela bajó su arma.

– Soy un investigador contratado por Saddler. El se enteró de lo que yo estaba haciendo. –…