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βExperienced?β He chuckled, snaking a hand to the nape of his neck.
βI wouldnβt go that far. I just know a thing, or two.β Ever so humble.
Chris rechecked his handgun; bringing the slide back some to ensure a round was in the chamber.
βWell met, Elza. (cont.)
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The experience gained was something heβd never dream for in a million years. All of these skills were forced onto him.
βThe nameβs Redfield. Chris Redfield.β He trudged forward; handgun at the high ready.
βWhat do I call you?β
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Combatting bioterrorism has became a way of life for Chris so much so, that heβd always be in the thick of any given outbreak.
Given that; it was no surprise he just so happened to be in Elzaβs immediate area, as she desperately attempted to shuffle away from a zombie. (cont.)
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(ooc.) hell, why not. have a #munday
It wasnβt often that Chris was left in awe. In fact, it never happened. Yet, such a rarity was owed to a scientist of all people.
He nodded, slowly.
βPretty damn good shoot.β
Chris leaned in some, to reassure what he saw was true. (cont.)
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βWell, all right. Look at you!β
Chris was shocked; proud even. Arms crossed over his broad chest, a semblance of a grin graced his weary visage.
βNow, aim for center mass. See the βQβ in the center? Thatβs where youβll want the majority, if not all of your shots (cont.)
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βActually?β His voice trailed off, in question.
βWhatβs up, Ashley?β
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Air spouts from his nostrils; gaze averted. It proved difficult not to at least chuckle at Annetteβs sheer ineptitude whilst loading an empty mag.
βCβmere, Iβll show you how to do it. But only the first two, after that, Iβll charge.β (cont.)
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(cont.) He held the magazine for the handgun; it was nearly swallowed by his large hand. A round of 9mm was pinched between his thumb and index in his other hand. He fed the round into the magazine, aligning its rim with the grooves of the insertion point.
βThatβs one.β (cont.)
βNow, go ahead and load the magazine for the pistol.β
As Chris ordered Annette, he backed away from her, taking the firearm from her hand.
It would be racked, to allow the slide to lock to the rear. The magazine and empty firearm were placed (cont.)
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