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RE Resident Evil The Man in Brazil xMILENKOx x-Snorkle-Rainbow-x Sherry's words seem to go in one ear and out the other as the door handle moved David pulled the trigger, luckily for Sherry he forgot to turn of the safety. He grew more tense and dropped the gun before holding his head in his hands. Shit.. I am sorry... I been abit on edge lately.. David let out a tongue tied apology as he watched Sherry enter the room and walk past him. As she walked out onto the balcony he picked up his gun and set it back onto the coffee table before returning his focus to Sherry. He had never met her before but he knew alot about her, he had read her file many times in the past while he was stuck behind a desk preparing vital information for her mission in Edonia. His eyes looked her body up and down while she stood with his back to her, she was just as attractive as he expected her to be after all he had only seen photograph of her face. As she turned back to face him he shook his head before taking her hand as it was extended to him and shaking it firmly. Its a pleasure to finally meet you Agent Birkin, I look forward to working with you too. Well working with you on the ground rather than from HQ!.. haha.. He replied rather awkwardly, still very embarrassed by chaotic first impression he just made. The sweat on his skin growing worse as his skin began to itch. You know what I am gonna go take a shower and get dressed.. your rooms through the closed door their make yourself at home I wont be long.. He continued to speak a little too fast as he quickly made his way into the bathroom, locking the door swiftly behind him. Stupid, stupid, stupid ass... He mumbled to himself angrily behind the door as he undressed. As he stepped into the cold shower he sighed with relief knowing he was finally no longer alone here, though being a man he could not help worry that he had to protect Sherry. The cold water rained down onto his roasting flesh cooling him down quickly in a refreshing instant as he calmed down. Once washed he emerged from the bathroom with a white towel wrapped around his waist, his slim yet slightly muscular torso was on show and was dripping wet. His shoulder length brown hair hung down over his face in a damp disheveled state as he made his way into his bedroom to change. Closing the bedroom door behind him he then began to dry himself off as he picked out a green short sleeve shirt and a pair of jungle camouflage cargo shorts which he was quick to put on before slipping his feet into a pair of brown hiking boots, he looked like a tourist but he was comfortable. Soon he emerged from his bed room with his glasses back on and his hair tied back into a pony tail. Thats better... He said with a smile feeling alot more calmer than he did moments ago. Jake casually drank the first of his two beers as a few men lifted the injured giant to his feet and escorted him out of the bar and then a old man sat in the corner of the bar began to clap, the first sound the break the silence caught Jake's attention as he looked over his shoulder to see a man in his early 50's dressed in a white shirt and matching trousers smoking a big fat Cuban cigar, applauding him. Bravo American!.. You really showed my nephew a thing or two. He is always so angry, but then I don't pay him to be nice to strangers.. The man spoke perfect English with an obvious Portuguese accent. Jake turned around on his stool while still drinking his beer to face the old man. Hey, I did not want any trouble. I just came in here for a beer and hopefully some answers. Jake replied in his mother tongue as he watched the old man closely. The old man took one final drag from his cigar before stubbing it out in a ash tray on the table beside him. Answers eh? This ain't no tourist information center boy! The old man replied as he lifted a glass of whiskey from his table and took a long hard drink emptying the glass in one sip. I am no tourist 'old' man!.. I am looking for a 'The German'... As Jake made his intentions clear the other people in the room began to act strange, a few of them leaving in a hurry while the old man sat still. His friendly facial expression turning stern and serious. There is no German here boy, not since the 60's and they all got rounded up by the Americans and the Israelis! The old man replied as he stood up from his seat and lifted a white fedora hat from his table and placed it on his head, he was referring to Nazi war criminals who came to south America to avoid being captured after the Second World War. I am not looking for no Nazi. I am looking for a German man who lives or works around here.. I know he is here some where! Jake replied in a hostile tone as he finished his beer, The old man now refusing to look at Jake as he made his way to the exit. I suggest you go home boy, before you bring a whole world of shit upon your head!.. The old man's parting words as he left the bar, Jake growled under his breath as he stood up from his stool ready to chase the old man only to be greeted by two men armed with AK-47 assault rifles. Congelar americano! Freeze American! Yelled one of the men whose face was partially covered by a red bandanna wrapped around his head like some kind of bandit as he raised his Ak up aiming at Jake's chest. Wow wow.. Easy pal!.. I don't want to have to stick that rifle up your ass! Jake replied in english knowing full well the men would not understand him.