“I don’t know how much more of this I can take” Hunk thought to himself while leaning slightly forward in his chair. The air in the all cement room had become stagnant and stale. He had been in the debriefing room for an hour or so now; this will have been his third meeting this week to discuss the future for all of Umbrella’s ex-militants. Hunk has a credible history of success and he knows that his accomplishments shouldn’t amount to nothing; someone somewhere must need his kind of abilities. He’s good at what he does, and that’s following orders despite times of moral conflictions. “That is all gentlemen, you’ll be updated later when we receive more information”, said the officer in charge of the debriefing. Hunk stood up and immediately made way to his somewhat cramped and dull living quarters to put things into perspective. “I will not be treated like some dog, I’m better than this.” he said out loud, but no one within distance heard. “If I’m going to have to sit here and wait for someone to finally decide what should be done, then I might as well start looking around for something else.”, but just as Hunk turned the corner to his quarters he noticed that someone had been in his room, the lights were off and the door was left open. Hunk fell back and unsheathed his knife standing just outside his quarter’s door waiting for someone to make a move. Hunk quickly turned the corner and with his left hand flipped the light switch, and scanned the small living space for any signs of life.
No one was there now, but someone definitely paid Hunk a visit. Hunk dropped to a squat, resting his elbows on his knees. He looked around his room, to see what might have been taken but nothing seemed changed. He stood up to take a look outside of his room to see if anyone was lingering in the hallway to ambush him; no one was around. As Hunk stepped back inside he closed the door to his room and sat down on the edge of his cold concrete bed. “It almost feels like prison, like we’re the ones paying for Spencer’s faults” he convinced himself. Hunk let out a relaxing groan as he ran his hand through his hair while gazing at the floor. Frustrated, Hunk looked around his room after his last comment. The facility he had been transported to and had been living in for the past two years is located in Baden-Württemberg, Germany. The underground bunker was established during World War II as a Nazi camp to monitor the actions of the nations to the south of Germany. Now, this old bunker was housing a hundred something number of troops who had lost everything from the corporation’s collapse. There wasn’t much outside of these walls, just a flourishing landscape that’s miles away from civilization.
Hunk’s eyes noticed an envelope on the back his door with his name written in black marker. Hunk stood up and snatched the letter off the door and used his knife to tear open the top. “I guess whoever was here just wanted to leave me a little love note” he said sarcastically. He unfolded the letter inside and began to read its contents with little enthusiasm. About half way through the letter Hunk realized that it was a recruitment letter by some organization with the acronym, H.S.C. a company that he didn’t recognize. He thought about it for only a minute and thought it to be a much better option than being stranded in Southern Germany for who knows how long. Hunk went through the procedure left for him to set up a contact with an agent. “I think it’s about time for a new beginning” he thought to himself as he began to smile.