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Post by JazzBuddah on Nov 18, 2008 16:15:39 GMT -5
As one would expect, castles are quite frequent around England. Some used to belong to kings and queens, while some belonged to simple noblemen or knights. Their easy to fortify, and a good deal of them have been kept up, if not modernized, as time passed.
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Post by Colonel Mystery on Nov 24, 2010 22:48:08 GMT -5
On a secluded mountaintop, surrounded by a stone wall to keep out intruders, sat one of England's old castles from days gone by. Maintained well by the historical society before the outbreak, the castle is still in excellent shape. On the outside of the castle, walking on the walls to ensure that no uninvited guests arrive, many armed guards stay on constant patrol. Armed to the teeth with machine guns, bullet-proof vests, and riot gear if necessary - these men are a force to be reckoned with.
This is just outside, however. Inside is another story entirely. Not only are there more guards, but the castle is now home to a man enshrouded in mystery...not really a man, per se, not any longer, but always someone that no one is pleased to see. He sits alone in the darkness of an open mess hall - at the end of which is a throne which he sits upon, looking out into the room. A man walks into the room and toward this dark, overall evil man.
Shaking with fear, the smaller, weaker man begins to speak, "Sir, we have information pertaining to the location of the woman and man that you seek. That is, of course, if you still desire to find them?"
The man in darkness looks up at the other man, his red eyes visibly glowing in the darkness giving him a fearful appearance, "I am aware of where they are already. I have known for some time now. Do you not know why we have resorted to hiding out in this castle, Captain Harley?"
Before the man is even given time to respond, the other man leans forward to show his face - pale and almost without life...the face of Jonathan Ricklard, "it is because the ones we seek are not stupid. They know I am looking for them and I am not going to delight them by showing up right in their hands. I want them to come here...to me...to this castle. I want you to send your best man...you know who I am talking about. Send him to get them, give him their location and remind him of the deal we have offered him if he becomes troublesome. Kill the man, I don't care about him, but the girl is to remain alive." He stops to smirk, "This will be the last time I have to deal with loose ends, this I assure you, Captain. Now, GO and carry out your orders. You have wasted enough of my time today. Do not return unless they are with you, otherwise you will meet the same fate as your predecessor."
The captain nods and leaves the room as Jonathan leans back in his throne and sighs with a smirk.
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Days went by and Jonathan waited patiently as he had numerous times in the past, though with no confirmation whatsoever from his agent in the vicinity of the persons of interest. Finally, after much debate within himself, he stood from the throne and began walking out of the room toward his personal bedroom - moreso his own personal wing guarded with its own private army.
He walked down the hallway as the various guards in the hallway stood silently waiting for him to pass. Once to his room, he walked inside and opened his armoire where he took out a black turtleneck, black dress slacks, and a long, black trench-coat. He put on the slacks and turtleneck before slipping on his belt and then his shoulder holster for both of his pistols - one under each arm.
After that, he slid on the trenchcoat and black leather gloves. He then glanced in his mirror, running his hands through his snow white hair before adjusting his black sunglasses and heading out of the room and back down the hallway only to be met by one of his advisors.
"Mr. Black...I don't think it such a good idea to constantly search for these meaningless people," the man stated as he sped up to follow Jonathan, "we have every known virus but one...I think that should be more important than a personal vendetta."
Jonathan then stopped in his tracks, grabbed the man by the throat and slammed him against the wall, lifting him in the air as he looked into his eyes, "I find your constant interruptions and lack of faith in my judgement disturbing. I am growing tired of it. This had best be the last time I hear your sniveling little voice and how you 'think'. I don't pay you to think, but to do what you are told!"
Jonathan then released the man's neck and the man fell the two feet to the ground. The other guards, seeing an example of Jonathan's power, stood up even straighter not wanting to anger him. Jonathan then started down the hallway again, yelling back to the man who was now holding his throat, "Get my helicopter ready. I have business of my own to attend to. Make sure that Cheryl joins me."
With that, Jonathan went to the helipad outside where he boarded the helicopter along with Cheryl, his personal assassin and assistant, as well as a small army of troops. The helicopter took off and turned to the West, heading for the one place where Jonathan had business left - Raccoon City.
[Jonathan is now in Raccoon City; Uptown Street System]
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