Jill pointed her Samurai Edge Pistol at then who appeared out of nowhere and was pointing his gun at Chris

 "I suggest droping your weapon and putting your hands on the air if you want to live!" she said in her Police Voice.

OT: My last post for a while, on a plane to Mexico.

Dylan Sommers

He was still in pain, so it was hard for him to get up. Even if he could, he didn't want to risk an accidental shot between the eyes by Simon. He slowly slid back to a safe place by pushing himself away with his ankles. "Fuck, that fall felt like a b-- ARGH!! Think I broke my arm. Well, it was that or it was breaking my neck. That... that Simon-- NNNNGH!" He grasped his left arm tightly. "Yo, big guy... ask him what the hell was he doing up here."

Max Irving

Giving up on the seemingly frozen Lt. Tear who wouldn't respond to his question, and hearing a great commotion in the war room, Max ran over to see a confrontation between Simon and the other teammates. Afraid that things would get violent if he didn't act soon, Max quickly spoke up.

"Stop! Don't you see he's one of us? He's our stealth guy, he was only in the vents to investigate the explosions from earlier. You guys seriously need to stop with the whole shoot first, ask questions later attitude."

OTR: I won't be able to respond again tonight. This weekend should be better.

Slowly putting his gun away and picking up all of his scattered bullets, Simon looked around now that he no longer really had to worry about anyone trying to blow his head off. This really was a bit of a mess. "Errr, thanks," Simon said to Max, hoping he wouldn't have to rely on someone else for help for the rest of the mission.

Looking over to the guy in the skin suit, Simon looked down not really knowing what to say. He could apologize...but he didn't really think this was his fault. "He did have a gun pulled on me, maybe he shouldn't have been trying to kill me if he didn't want to get hurt," Simon thought, "...but I'm trying to make a good impression here." 

"Hey, uhhh....what was your name? Anyways, sorry about that....misunderstanding." Simon said to the man wincing on the floor.

Turning back to the overly muscular guy and the police girl, Simon tried his introduction one more time."Hello, I'm Simon."

"I'm Chris Redfield, and this is my...... girlfriend Jill Valentine." Chris said to Simon. "The explosions earlier? Yeah, we caused it sorry.

Dylan Sommers

He saw that guy, Simon, trying to make amends for all that happened. But Dylan only glared at him while trying to get up from the floor.

"Whatever." he muttered at the apologetic Simon. He then walked away from him and headed for the kitchen. He needed some ice for the arm. Simon turned around and began talking to the burly guy.

"My fault? Maybe. But I'm not gonna apologize to him. It isn't my style. He was the stowaway. He could've killed us all if he was an enemy. What the hell was Lieutenant Tear thinking about with this guy? Anyway, let me get some-- whut?"

The spandex sleeve from his left arm tightened up in some sections, like if the suit somehow acted like a cast for his injured arm. The slight pain he felt for the agressive tightening up was now non-existent. He tried to move his arm, but it had a bit of restriction. "T.E.C.H.'s technology really is scary." he smiled while inspecting his arm. For a moment, he forgot that Simon bruised him with a vent door and that he tried to kill him with a prehistoric weapon.

Jack Wade

Jack was thinking deeply about the crew, by the time half of the people discovered the 'intruder' - Simon though, he was already fast asleep. Maybe for the better, since he couldn't really handle the feeling of being in the air, nor has he had much sleep the days before. Standing nearby, one could sense a clear, deep 'Chhhrrrr' - snoring coming from him.

                                                                           Geronimo

Finally awoke from his deep slumber, Geronimo awoke to find some new faces among the team.  "damn.. how long til Venezuela?" he thought.. but it didn't matter.  let em live a little longer.. still.. no reason or time to get to know who he will be fighting with.  Now the women members though.. "mmm..", he licked his lips... "a shame.. the things i would do to them".

uh oh.. that make you cry sauce is kicking again.  Geronimo sprints for the bathroom...

OTR:  been away for a while.  Will be gone again for a few days.. sorry.

OTR: Will have limited access this weekend, have multiple social events going on.