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Chris woke up slowly, stretching, relieved to find that he didn’t feel any kind of pain.
Good, even if it’s one of my days off.
He sat up, opening his eyes, already going over what he had to do today, he needed to finish the paperwork from his last mission he’d-.
Wait where am I?
He glanced around, frowning, it looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn’t place it.
Maybe I was visiting someone and I feel asleep at their house?
He was surprised He got up yawning and heading toward the door, he have, and someone must be taking care of Rose. Getting out of bed he grabbed his clothes and pulled them on.
I’ll just thank them for letting me stay and then I’ll leave.
He’d rather get home and check on rose.
I must have been tired last night, I don’t remember coming here, I thought i went home.
He was about to start searching for them, when his eyes landed on the window, and an icy chill ran through him.
No it can’t be.
He hurried to the window, pulling open the curtains fully, staring at a fully intact raccoon city.
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Chris awoke to the sound of a baby crying.
What the hell? Did my neighbors suddenly get a new baby?
He sat up yawning, only to find that it wasn’t the apartment he’d gone to sleep in.
What the hell?!
Now feeling panicked he leapt out of bed, scanning his room. Why would someone kidnap him? Were the other STARS members kidnapped? The baby continued to cry
Okay try and figure out where the hell I am. And then try and help the baby.
He found a gun on his dresser, briefly wondering why his kidnappers left him with his gun, and picked it up and turned towards the door, pushing it open, eyes scanning the room.
Seeing there was no one in the room, he stepped forward, eyes landing on a table frowning picking up a picture.
Why do my kidnappers have pictures of me that I’ve never owned?
He shivered, he’d attribute it to stalker, but he didn’t recognize anyone in the picture.
What the hell is going on?
He winced as the baby continued crying.
I should take care of that, make sure whoever that is isn’t hurt.
He entered the room the babies cries were coming from, finding her and picking her up.
Why do I have a baby?
He patted the babies back, wrinkling his nose, trying to figure out what was upsetting her.
She smells like she needs a diaper change, but it might have been a while since she been fed, so she might also need some milk.
At least he had experienced in this helping his parents with Claire, even if it had been 16 years ago.
Where’s the babies mother? Why am I alone with her?
Did she have someone who took care of her while he was gone? Or was that supposed to be his job, what the hell was he supposed to do with a baby? And where the hell was he?