Resident Evil Volume 2 Chapter 15 Once you've decided, Captain; perhaps you'd like to send them out for a swim? It can't be any worse than what you've already managed. . . David ignored the inner voice, perfectly aware of how badly he'd underestimated the situation. The team didn't need to see him wallow in self-doubt, it wouldn't help anything. The question was, what now? "Let's talk," he said. "It doesn't look like we're facing an accident after all. What did the note say? The food was drugged, and something about a 'he' killing the others ... is it possible that we're not looking at a T-Virus spill?" Rebecca looked up from her examination of Steve's chest, the computer expert sitting on one of the desks in front of her. Steve winced as Rebecca's fingers circled the darkening bruise on his right pectoral. She smiled guiltily at him, shaking her head. "You're okay. Nothing's broken." She turned back to David, the smile falling away. "…
