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The Eye of the Tiger [open]
Come to think of it, Chris wasn't even sure that a workout in the sensoriums even counted as a workout.
Sure, his muscles had the burn of exhaustion coming on and he was sweating, but the heavy bag he was punching was just an illusion created by the ship. And so were his workout clothes and gloves. And so were the weights back there, and the trees outside the window, and so was this gym. Though it looked just like the one at the B.S.A.A. North America HQ, down to the emblem on the wall and the agents' lockers down the hall. And sure enough, C. REDFIELD's locker had a few sets of clothes, a few packs of cigarettes, an ancient can of V8 from a long-ago lunch meeting, a bag of Jolly Ranchers and taped to the door, a picture of Chris and Claire.
It was kind of creepy when you thought about it.
Still, it was the attempt to not think about things that brought Chris into the sensoriums today. Things seemed to have settled down (temporarily... always, always temporarily) but there was still an uneasy feeling in his gut and he couldn't help but feel worried. So just like always, he retreated to the solace of physical activity to clear his mind. It was an old habit of Chris', and one that went a long way towards explaining his current physical stature.
He was sitting on a bench having a rest and a drink of water at the moment. Except the water wasn't real either, was it...
Man. That was really creepy.
Sure, his muscles had the burn of exhaustion coming on and he was sweating, but the heavy bag he was punching was just an illusion created by the ship. And so were his workout clothes and gloves. And so were the weights back there, and the trees outside the window, and so was this gym. Though it looked just like the one at the B.S.A.A. North America HQ, down to the emblem on the wall and the agents' lockers down the hall. And sure enough, C. REDFIELD's locker had a few sets of clothes, a few packs of cigarettes, an ancient can of V8 from a long-ago lunch meeting, a bag of Jolly Ranchers and taped to the door, a picture of Chris and Claire.
It was kind of creepy when you thought about it.
Still, it was the attempt to not think about things that brought Chris into the sensoriums today. Things seemed to have settled down (temporarily... always, always temporarily) but there was still an uneasy feeling in his gut and he couldn't help but feel worried. So just like always, he retreated to the solace of physical activity to clear his mind. It was an old habit of Chris', and one that went a long way towards explaining his current physical stature.
He was sitting on a bench having a rest and a drink of water at the moment. Except the water wasn't real either, was it...
Man. That was really creepy.