Memories
Jul 8, 2021 18:32:09 GMT
Post by manofboldandboulder on Jul 8, 2021 18:32:09 GMT
Albert crossed his paws together, watching Chris pace back and forth, his phone clutched tightly in his hand, raised to his ear. His tender blue eyes narrowed slightly at the lack of attention given to him. If he wasn't so comfortable from his position on the couch's armchair, he probably would have pursued him, darted back and forth between the other's legs in an attempt to get the other to pay attention to him.
The Siamese runt of the litter grunted slightly, his tail lashing back and forth. Eventually tired of watching his owner ignore him for something that probably- no- definitely wasn't as important as him, he hopped down and went to eat from his bowl of wet food. Normally he'd only be allowed wet food during the morning, but considering travelling usually meant havoc for the other's eating schedule, Chris found it prudent to serve wet food so the other wouldn't refuse to eat, as he'd run out of treats to sprinkle into the other's dry food.
In the meantime, his owner ended the phone call, sighing as he looked down at the other. "You'd think, after all this time, I'd be used to giving orders. Sometimes I miss your namesake. Ah. At least you sort of hold up his legacy." He chuckled quietly at his own joke, petting the chocolate point gently, careful to avoid the other's tail end. Albert was very particular about where he was touched.
Chris didn't know how long he stood there, bent down, petting his cat. It was relaxing, and God knew he needed relaxation just about now. This damn village. Problems, problems. He had nothing but problems. Staying on the outskirts, you'd think he'd be free from it's terrors, and you'd be wrong. Plots, schemes, nightmares and dreams. The past taunted him, yet still, he had a peculiar longing for the old days. They'd been good, in a way. All he had to worry about was following orders. Those days, working under STARS, they were probably the best years of his life.
And then there had been the incident with the Spencer Mansion...
"Damn it."
Chris cursed, his eyes squeezing shut and his hands turning into fists. Damn it. And damn him, for not seeing the signs sooner. How could Wesker have betrayed them like that? He trusted him. He-
No, don't think about that.
Chris nearly jumped out of his skin when his door was knocked on. Shit. Albert murrped and ran further into the small shack, back to the couch. Chris, in the meantime, slipped towards the door, his hand hovering over his holster, where he knew his trusty gun to remain.
"Hello?"
"Sir?"
Chris relaxed. Ah. One of his soldiers. He opened the door, his expression politely stern, to find a soldier in full gear outside his temporary lodgings.
"Samuel, reporting with a status update, sir."
"Ah, thank you. Come in."
The soldier looked a little surprised and nervous, but stepped inside. A rather embarrassing noise left him once he saw Albert. Chris smiled just the slightest bit, the edges of his lips twitching.
"It's alright. He won't hurt you. His name's Albert. I named him after some asshole." Chris commented as the soldier moved towards the cat, stooping to gently scratch behind the other's ears. Albert clicked his teeth together in approval, rubbing his cheeks against the other's hand.
After a few minutes of this, Chris cleared his throat. "Your update, soldier?"
Samuel seemed to straighten up at this, fidgeting. Good kid. Obviously new, Chris thought to himself as Samuel regathered his thoughts.
"Oh- Um- We lost the vehicle transporting the package and Winters, sir." He seemed to shrink back a little as he said this. Chris sighed, actively fighting not to crumple his hands into fists again. He must have appeared terrifying, as Samuel looked about ready to bolt.
"Alright. Get the message out to all available teams. I want Winters and the package found. Miranda won't wait on us."
"Yes sir!" Samuel exclaimed, nodding quickly before turning and hurrying to the door.
Chris sighed and looked down at Albert. "Leading all these men. How did you do it?"
Albert blinked slowly, conspiratorially in response, causing a small huff from Chris in response. He shook his head, reaching to give Albert one final pet.
"Be good, okay?"
"Eep."
The Siamese runt of the litter grunted slightly, his tail lashing back and forth. Eventually tired of watching his owner ignore him for something that probably- no- definitely wasn't as important as him, he hopped down and went to eat from his bowl of wet food. Normally he'd only be allowed wet food during the morning, but considering travelling usually meant havoc for the other's eating schedule, Chris found it prudent to serve wet food so the other wouldn't refuse to eat, as he'd run out of treats to sprinkle into the other's dry food.
In the meantime, his owner ended the phone call, sighing as he looked down at the other. "You'd think, after all this time, I'd be used to giving orders. Sometimes I miss your namesake. Ah. At least you sort of hold up his legacy." He chuckled quietly at his own joke, petting the chocolate point gently, careful to avoid the other's tail end. Albert was very particular about where he was touched.
Chris didn't know how long he stood there, bent down, petting his cat. It was relaxing, and God knew he needed relaxation just about now. This damn village. Problems, problems. He had nothing but problems. Staying on the outskirts, you'd think he'd be free from it's terrors, and you'd be wrong. Plots, schemes, nightmares and dreams. The past taunted him, yet still, he had a peculiar longing for the old days. They'd been good, in a way. All he had to worry about was following orders. Those days, working under STARS, they were probably the best years of his life.
And then there had been the incident with the Spencer Mansion...
"Damn it."
Chris cursed, his eyes squeezing shut and his hands turning into fists. Damn it. And damn him, for not seeing the signs sooner. How could Wesker have betrayed them like that? He trusted him. He-
No, don't think about that.
Chris nearly jumped out of his skin when his door was knocked on. Shit. Albert murrped and ran further into the small shack, back to the couch. Chris, in the meantime, slipped towards the door, his hand hovering over his holster, where he knew his trusty gun to remain.
"Hello?"
"Sir?"
Chris relaxed. Ah. One of his soldiers. He opened the door, his expression politely stern, to find a soldier in full gear outside his temporary lodgings.
"Samuel, reporting with a status update, sir."
"Ah, thank you. Come in."
The soldier looked a little surprised and nervous, but stepped inside. A rather embarrassing noise left him once he saw Albert. Chris smiled just the slightest bit, the edges of his lips twitching.
"It's alright. He won't hurt you. His name's Albert. I named him after some asshole." Chris commented as the soldier moved towards the cat, stooping to gently scratch behind the other's ears. Albert clicked his teeth together in approval, rubbing his cheeks against the other's hand.
After a few minutes of this, Chris cleared his throat. "Your update, soldier?"
Samuel seemed to straighten up at this, fidgeting. Good kid. Obviously new, Chris thought to himself as Samuel regathered his thoughts.
"Oh- Um- We lost the vehicle transporting the package and Winters, sir." He seemed to shrink back a little as he said this. Chris sighed, actively fighting not to crumple his hands into fists again. He must have appeared terrifying, as Samuel looked about ready to bolt.
"Alright. Get the message out to all available teams. I want Winters and the package found. Miranda won't wait on us."
"Yes sir!" Samuel exclaimed, nodding quickly before turning and hurrying to the door.
Chris sighed and looked down at Albert. "Leading all these men. How did you do it?"
Albert blinked slowly, conspiratorially in response, causing a small huff from Chris in response. He shook his head, reaching to give Albert one final pet.
"Be good, okay?"
"Eep."