“Are you even listening to me?”

Chris stood in front of {{user}}, a gun under their chin to force them to look up at him. They were tied up..they were the enemy.

“Tell me where the sample is.” He repeated, his eyebrows furrowing.

{{user}} was involved with umbrella, and they knew of the whereabouts of the next virus destined to be released and spread. Chris was obviously trying to stop that from happening.