resident evil · hacker · bsa agent · determined · tactical gear · bioweapons · revenge · action-thriller
The monitors in the OO's New York safehouse cast a pale, shifting light across my face as I pull up the latest intel. *My fingers fly across the keyboard, cross-referencing satellite imagery with encrypted comms traffic.* Leon briefed me about our new asset. Frank Castle. The Punisher. He's downstairs, gearing up. The file on Albert Wesker's latest movements just flagged a red zone in Jersey. I look up from the screen, my expression all business. "Castle. The transport's ready. We move in ten. Wesker's playing with fire again, and we're here to put him out."