Greetings

Emerging from the shadows behind this strange man, a young asian woman chuckles, her left hand resting on her Raging Bull holstered against her thigh.

"It's not polite to cut off someone when they're about to speak. Especially not the CEO of this establishment," she says in a musical voice, calm showing in her features.

Moving behind the desk to stand beside the CEO, she puts her hands on the desk, leaning against it, very informal and relaxed.

She nods her head towards the CEO, "This is Nicolai. CEO of the Umbrella Corporation," she pauses, looking into the darkness, nodding as a well built man with an official air about him walks into view, "that is Monitor Konstantine. And I, am Monitor Jarki."

Standing back up and walking around the desk, she sits in front of you ontop of the desk, crossing her legs and staring at you momentarily.

"Question is, who are you?"

The man turns, following her with his eyes as she moves around the desk, before settling back to his previous position. The dim light that shimmers on his face reflects a scowl.
He places his hands flat on the table, and, careful to keep his face hidden by the brim of his hat, pushes himself up from the chair.

He stands in place for a moment, inches from her face, focussing on the ticking eminating from his wrist. A strong smell of smoke pervades him.
He speaks with a bitter undertone, spilling his words as if they were laced with venom.
"Merely an observer.." He mumbles, clearly annoyed by the newcomer. He glances over his shoulder, simultaneously tilting his hat to mantain his anonymity.

"You will hear more of me" He utters, and strides to the open doorway. He stops inside it. "I shall return soon."

Nodding once, she watches as the man leaves the room. Getting up and crossing the room in a few graceful steps, she closes the door. After giggling slightly, she looks at the others in the room, and announces, "I like him," before leaving through a seperate door, closing it behind her, the smell of her perfume hanging in the air.

Slinking in through the window with several girls of the night, he resumes what he what he was doing before both of them walked in.
"This used to be my office, you know," he said to one of the call girls.

Chuckling as he watched and heard all of this on the security cameras, he slowly shook his head and stood up, going to hopefully have a little talk with Monitor Jarki....

"An Application of Sorts..."


Upon entering your office, you are immeadiately aware of the presence of another. A familiar smell of smoke lingers in the air.
A man sits on the chair infront of you, facing away. You note that the items on your desk have been moved and carelessly replaced. A black, leather bound briefcase lay on the desk, partially open.

Radiant sunlight filters through the window, illuminating the room and man. As you round the desk, you notice a scarf wrapped tightly around his mouth. Only his eyes are visible. The stench of smoke grows stronger as you approach him. He silently glances at the briefcase, nodding at you, encouraging you to open it.

His gloved hands sit idly in his lap. As you pass him, you catch a glimmer of a black, cylindrical barrel tucked inside his coat. He stares as you approach the briefcase, and speaks. His words are distant, and muffled slightly by the fabric covering his mouth.

"I was rather hoping you'd have a position for me."

The interior of the briefcase is furnished with a cushioned lining. Stacks of cash cover the inside.

"There are ten-thousand dollars there. I was hoping that might be adaquete to ensure a place for me."

"You obviously do not know how we run things. Come, stand by me."

The man who entered said as he seated himself. The masked man looked around a bit before moving to stood beside the desk.

"Now, look at our fire exit guide.", the seated man said as he pulled it out of his desk. "I wish I had a better map of the complex, but I don't have a lighter on me. You see here..."

He points at a room across the complex.

"...that is our Printing Press. We do not need the bribe. Now, you also seem to be very protective of your scarf, but we have a very good plastic surgeon."

He pointed that out to the man too.

"Also try to remember the golden rule...."

He pointed at the tiny lettering at the bottom of the fire drill map. 'In case of fire, unleash T-Virus'

Although hidden beneath his scarf, the man's face contorts as he glares at the newcomer. He turns, and picks up the case, closing it quietly.

"Very well. May our next negotation be as successful." He mutters, his voice unmistakenly angry and sarcastic. He pauses for a moment, examining the map closely. He returns to the seat, and, taking a pen from the desk, sketches a highly precise map, before tucking it into his pocket.

Dropping from a vent above she was spying from, she scowls at her old leader, Pest.

"You always scare off the good ones," she accuses.

Turning her back to his obviously amused expression, she exits the room, nearly pouting.

The man stands, leaning on the wall at the farside of the corridor, and follows Jarki with dark eyes as she leaves the room and walks toward the exit.

"Excuse me." His voice echoes down the hall. He walks toward her.

Hearing the voice, she stops and turns around, seeing the strange man walking towards her.

"Oh, Hilo. I thought you left? Was there something you wanted?"

He stops short a few paces, and stands awkwardly. It is clear the true extent of his height is crippled by the posture he chooses.

He glances over her shoulder, before gently tugging the scarf down past his mouth and speaking in an almost serpentine voice. "I understand you have some influence around here." He pauses a moment, tipping the brim of his hat forward. "A woman of sense, no doubt."

He sets the briefcase down on the floor, and extends to his full height for a brief moment, before settling back to normal.

The corners of his mouth turn slightly in a bizarre smile, he almost resembles some bird of prey. He looks over her, his eyes resting on the massive handgun at her waist.
"As such.. I was rather hoping you could.. arrange a position for one such as myself. Of course, I expect nothing, however, I can be fairly.. useful, when the occasion arises."

He turns, picking up his briefcase. The same metallic shimmer from a holster strapped inside his coat.

"I only ask that you consider it, ma'am." Although hidden below his scarf, it's clear he's grinning once more.

She first stares at the briefcase, then at the holstered weapon, then at the man, then back down at the briefcase.

Suddenly smiling, she hugs the strange man, catching him off-guard.

"Welcome to Umbrella! Try to find your way to the sleeping quarters! Have fun."

With a wink, she giggles, reaches down and picks up the briefcase, then skips away, talking to herself about whether or not she should buy more ammunition for her Raging Bull, or perhaps buy that Katana she had her eye on...

As she turns the corner, you notice there is no longer anything in your holster.

Startled by the strange gesture, the man remains rooted in spot with a dumb expression even after she's left.

"I see you've met Jarki."
The voice came from right behind the darkly clothed man.
Leaning on a doorway was the other monitor of Umbrella. His newly shaven head rested on the rotting wooden door frame. He was of average height and muscularly lean. He wore an old, worn red leather jacket over a tight t-shirt. His legs were outstretched covered in snug fitting dark blue jeans. His eyes rested on the ceiling as he spoke.
"She likes you," he said with a slight grin on his face. "It's quite a compliment seeing as it's you're first day here."
He chuckled a bit.
"She can be quite a handful sometimes."

His eyes drifted down from the ceiling and locked solid with the stranger's.

"I'm Konstantine, but that's not important." Konstantine stood up, still locking eyes with the man. "The real question is, who are you?"

"Hmm, new blood." Trigger mumbled to himself as he took notice of the newcomer while navigating the halls in search of L. Trigger had never been particularly trusting of newcomers, although he would always greet them with a smile. This one looked particularly capable, but whether or not that would be prove to be an asset was yet to be seen.

Withdrawing a pack of Marlboros from his pocket, he slipped one of it's contents into his mouth, and promptly lit it. Lingering for a few more seconds, he exhaled his initial draft, and offered the newcomer a friendly nod of the head. Not sticking around for any sort of acknowledgment, he turned around, and continued his search.

Once again, the "No Smoking" sign went unnoticed.

As Trigger walks down the hall passing a set of doors adjacent to each other, Jarki leaps from one door, grabbing the Marlboro, and disappearing within the other room. As Trigger leans into the doorway, a loud smack is heard, and Trigger quickly retreats from the doorway, a No Smoking sign glued to his forehead.

Zak walks down the hall smoking one of the few rare packs floating around of Umbrella safe cigarettes. (they don't cause cancer or any problems and no way of causing fires, but there too expensive to manufacture for the masses) Noticing Trigg with the sign on his head Zak walks over to him.

"I kept offering to get you a couple of packs of Umbrella safe cigarettes, you can smoke them any where, but you never listen"

Watching the sudden commotion from a secluded corner, a man in black slacks, boots, and a black tourist shirt stood, sipping coffee from a black mug. Despite his dress, he seemed at ease, and his bright red hair, pale, freckled skin, and glasses stood out in stark contrast to just about everything around him.

Overhearing Zak talking, the man, whose nametag read "Austin Powers", said, "Those things may not give you cancer, but they do make your family jewels fall off."

Zak shook his head at Austin.

"The first version did, these are version two, no side effects whats so ever"

Deciding that the glue on his face was likely not a figment of his imagination, Trigger immediately made for the closest medi-station.

A slight chuckle was heard from the same room Trigger had fallen back from with the "No Smoking" sign glued to his head.

"Never let him get away with anything do you Jarki?" came a voice full of amusement.

The owner of the voice calmly stepped out of the room and turned Trigger around, heading him off in the right direction, "Hi there. Name's Ryan. I suggest we clear the hallway before Ms. Saria flips a lid..."

The man turns back, his eyes full of amusement. "Shall we?" he said offering his arm to Monitor Jarki, whom he knew was still in there giggling over the pasting of a sign to Triggers head.

Flitting out of the room, she links her arm in Ryan's, and skips off, tugging him along, playfully waving at the newcomer.

Ryan follows alongside Jarki, a small smile on his face.