Thread: This rolelay is dead please delete

Resident Evil The Man in Brazil January 5th 2014 So Paulo, Brazil Seven Months since the C-Virus outbreak in Lanshiang, China. A loud roar from a motorcycle engine echoed down the road to So Paulo, riding the motorcycle was Jake Muller and he was after answers. The past seven months since had been full of questions for him, questions about his past, his DNA and of coarse his father the infamous Albert Wesker. With a pair of black shades covering his eyes as he zoomed up the dusty road he almost looked the spitting image of Wesker. Jake was clad simply in a white vest, black fingerless gloves and black combat trousers that were tucked into a pair of black combat boots. With the city of So Paulo in his sights and a name 'The German', his only lead on a man who could potentially answer many of Jake's questions at the back of his mind he was on a mission. This information had come from some of his underground contacts he had gathered over the years of working as a mercenary, hackers and criminals who knew ways to get information on even the most secretive people but for the man Jake wanted they could only find a alias 'The German'. the man's nationality was obvious but besides that, the alias and a the city he was in Jake had nothing. Cruising into the city of So Paulo Jake weaved in and out of cars caught in traffic jams as he made his way through down town So Paulo, his first stop was a bar on the outskirts of the city next to one of So Paulo's biggest slums. Jake thought if he asked around about 'The German' among the city's low lifes, after all how many Germans were living in So Paulo. As he made his way to the bar he drove past a Hotel where a man watched him pass from his balcony. Somebody's is in a rush.. jeez, has he got a death wish.. The man on the balcony muttered to himself as Jake disappeared into the distance, shaking his head he turned away from the balcony and walked back into his room that looked like something out of a police drama. With a map of So Paulo on one wall, piles of files stacked on a table and a series of monitors linked up to local CCTV. This man was David Mullany a rookie D.S.O. Agent who had been in So Paulo for the past five weeks gathering information and setting the ground work for the arrival of his partner Sherry Birkin who was due to arrive sometime today. The Hotel was a nothing special but it was discreet and as far as the owner was led to believe David and Sherry were here as students writing a paper on So Paulo slums. David stood around 5'10 with a slim yet muscular build, he had shoulder length dark brown hair, a clean shaven face and his apple green eyes were bordered by a pair of stylish black framed glasses. David was currently clad only in a old Ivy University t-shirt and a pair of green plaid boxer shorts. He had not long got out of bed and had become very used to having the hotel room all to himself and saw no reason to get dressed. This was David's first mission in the field, he had since held a desk job working behind the scenes helping the men and women on the ground. However even though he was tech specialists and logistics expert he was capable in a combat situation and could handle a gun. In particularly his modified Samurai Edge 9mm Beretta 92F pistol, which he received as a gift from his father's friend Barry Burton after he graduated as a agent. The Samurai Edge lay on the coffee table in the middle of the room next too a few 9mm hollow point magazines ready as a security measure. Besides the gun the room's door was locked and bolted with both the doors locks and a few extra David added himself.