Chris didn't like this one bit. He was sure that whatever they were being led into was some kind of ridiculous trap, and he was less and less sure that their "survival" skills had been anything more than luck. Did Chris really think he'd been any stronger than people like Forrest, or Enrico? Not really. So... why had he lived, and they'd died?
Luck, he thought. But how long would luck hold out? He'd tried hard to shape up his skills since the Mansion Incident, but he wasn't sure they were really up to par. And now, without weapons? Chris was feeling more on edge than ever before.
He stepped into the room first, knowing he was on point (he was always on point) and glanced around, quickly. His gaze fell on HUNK. It had to be another one of the men who'd "escorted" them on the landing pad. The uniform looked so familiar...
His gaze shot behind his shoulder to Jill and Barry, and then back to the man standing in the corner of the room, on guard.