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[Thomas Lage]

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Location: Brasilia, Brazil
Weather: Sunny
Terrain: Dense Jungle
Time: 11:56 AM; EST
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Brasilia, the Brazilian capital. Thomas sighed quietly as he gazed upon the lush, green earth. He had been here in Brazil for almost half a year now. While he wasn't too impressed with the B.S.A.A's choice to send him here, he felt a sense of stability and comfort, knowing that the incident occurred almost a whole continent away.

In June of 2002, he received an invite to join the B.S.A.A. They seeked survivors of the Raccoon City incident, as well as those skilled in combat. Their mission was to wipe out the virus for good. They were a small group, starting out with about eight members, more or less. Then, as time went on, more people joined the fight. At the time they were in great need of medical staff.

Whenever he got tired of being a field medic, he thought of his work as a hospital doctor. Whenever he thought about his work as a hospital doctor, he thought of Raccoon City. It had been years since the incident: the incident that cost him his home, his family, and his job. He tried hard to forget it, but it was always lingering in the back of his mind, eating away at him.

After a few thoughts of the past, he was startled suddenly by the sound of clock tower chimes. 12:00PM.
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[Kyle Richardson]

Kyle had just exited the airport and got his weapons clearied by internation officer. As he walked out with his Beretta holstered on his side holster with a big case with his MP5 and Remington inside of it. He was surpirsed to see another white man here. "Well good to see someone here I can understand," Kyle said as he extend his hand. As the looked at the man Raccon city for some reason wandered into his head. Mom and Jimmy both died their, and he lost most of everything he cared about.

He began to think of how he got into helping Anti Bio Weapon groups, all he know was that he was getting paid and amking the world a better place. Ya right he thought as he laughed a bit. How is stoping one little group going to change anything another will take it's place and the process will start over again. He began to check his case to make sure his weapons and kevlar vest were stilll their. "So you the guy I'm meeting," he asked?

[Thomas Lage]

Thomas looked up suddenly, nodded, and shook the man's hand. Thinking to himself, he suddenly spoke. "Oh, sorry, just lost my train of thought for a moment there. Nice to meet you." Thomas shook the man's hand. He didn't know why, but he felt like he had known this man all along. Once again, he began to think about Raccoon City. "Thomas is the name, medicine is my game," said Thomas, without his usual quirkiness. "Anyhow, are you the contact? How was the flight getting here?" Thomas replied. Thomas opened up his Medical kit and began doing a checklist, making sure that everything was in order.

[Kyle Richardson]

Kyle looked at the man he justed meet and looked at his ewuipment as well. "To answer your question, yes and no, I was hired to meet you but I have no idea what are mission is," Kyle stated as he began to check his ammo. With that finished he looked at Berreta on his thigh holster. "Name's Kyle you need something taken down then you have the right man," he said as he took out his Remingon 870 and MP5. "The flight was fine I just want to know why the hell the B.S.A.A one would want me to come here and why I'm here," he asked?

[Thomas Lage]

Thomas nodded to him. "Well then, now that we're done with the formalities, I'll tell you what you need to know." Thomas felt around the lining of his medical kit and pushed a button. The main section of the kit slid open, revealing a handgun. Thomas picked up the handgun and put it in it's holster. Then, he shuffled around the papers in the little compartment. "Ah, here it is, the mission orders."

Thomas looked up at the man for a moment, then down at the paper. "Target location: Belo Horizonte, about 600 km away. We've been receiving many reports of what appears to be a biohazard outbreak. Some people are disappearing while others are being slaughtered. Most of the townspeople in the area are reporting high Chupakabra activity around here. Obviously, that isn't the case. There's something out there and we have to weed it out, and kill it. Any questions?" said Thomas, as he pulls out a spare First-Aid Spray and tosses it Kyle's way.

[Kyle Richardson]

"Another one," Kyle said as he caught the first-aid spray that was sent his way. He walked forward a few steps as he stopped and turned back at Thomas. "So how are we getting their," he asked as he checked all of his equipment one last. "Also is it just us or are we meeting another team," he added as he looked to the sky as an airplane flew over head.

Raccon City could it happen again Kyle thought as he check to make sure no one was around. "Alright...so I know your not going to believe me, but I think the reason the B.S.A.A came to me to help with this thing is because I survied Raccon City," he said.

[Thomas Lage]

"That was no coincidence I'm sure." nodded Thomas. "The B.S.A.A. tries to find members that have had some experience against B.O.W.s and other viral weaponry. Take me for example, I used to be a doctor at Raccoon City Hospital, West Wing." Thomas felt his stomache churn. "Anyhow, there's a Jeep covered up by some heavy foliage on the East side of town. There are two teams. We are Alpha Team 3, comprised of you, me, and a few other people. They haven't arrived yet. If they take too long we might just have to leave without them." (OCC: Opening point for more people to enter before we leave)

"We are to rendezvous with Beta Team 5. They are held up in an encampment on the outskirts of Belo Horizonte."

[Kyle Richardson]

"I see but before we leave...how much infromation do we have on the B.O.W and is anyone connected," Kyle asked as he looked at Thomas. With his question asked he looked back at his medical bag. "You sure your have enough," he asked as he turned to the town. East side he thought as he reached for his brother's badge and looked up to the sky. Alright you dirty son of a bitch your I show you what big borther will do to those who murdered are family, he thought to himself as he put it back inside of his shirt.

[Thomas Lage]

"Well, based on eye-witnesses...It sounds alot like that licker variation that was found in Africa a short time ago. I haven't seen one myself, luckily. I hear they're pretty quick and powerful. Brought one of our rookies to shreds in minutes." Thomas gave a somber chuckle. "We haven't received word yet though on who is doing all this...could be a guerrilla terrorist ring, could be a remainder of Umbrella, Tricell, we just don't know. Speaking of Umbrella though, we've gotten quite abit of technology from the various labs we raided. We've even found the anti-virus! Unfortunately, The T-Virus has been accelerating at an alarming rate. There's no way to know for sure if the anti-vir even works anymore...Its almost like the Virus is adapting to whatever we throw at it. Anyhow, I'm talking your ear off. Let's get going."

Thomas fastened the strap on his medkit and started following the east road towards the outside of town. "You coming?" he called.

[Kyle Richardson]

"Licker's...I didn;t think they would be back but I guess we need to stop them," Kyle said as he took out his Beretta and pulled the slide. He looked at Thomas when he said what happen to that rookie, "Well we need to get moving," he said as he looked at his other guns. "Tricell...I thought they supported the B.S.A.A," he asked?

With his questions answered Kyle followed Thomas down to the Jeep as he got in. "So lets get going," he said.