Well I Don't Know What's Going On, But Hell, Count me in

She started back on the road and pulled into the small rest stop. "if you want to use the restroom, nows the time. Also i was thinking, when we come across it... a chance to get both of you a change of cloths to blend in."

Garen made his way to the new clearing, in the center of which stood the shell of a large two story cabin. It looked like it had been burned down, not recently though. More like a couple years before. He walked through a doorway, which somehow still stood. Inside was rubble, lots of rubble and debris. He was curious about this place. And sensed something important occurred here, not long ago. He wanted to find out more about this place, so he made his way over to one of the piles of debris, half buried is what seemed to be a journal. He picked up the old thing, and looked at the name written across the cover. He couldn't read it, being as his alphabet was quite different. But if he could, it would read Dr. Edward Richtofen. But since he couldn't, he carefully set it back down, and stood back up. Not going to get my answers from that thing... Garen felt a connection with this place, a connection to the portal, and a connection to why the others appeared. But it wasn't a connection he felt through the force, rather a gut feeling. Still seeking answers, he continued his search. Another pile of junk, this one a bunch of scrap metal parts. He sifted through the pile, finding nothing at first. Then a piece of different metal caught his eye. Most pieces in the pile were a dull grey, or dark black. This piece was lighter, and crafted more for looks rather then function, or so he thought. It was stylized armor bracer, with a stylized symbol on one side, and an odd device on the other. He set the bracer down as well, and realized that there might be dozens of items in the cabin, but none would answer his questions. He stood, walking to an old staircase that led to the top floor, only there wasn't a top floor anymore. Near that staircase was another, but leading to a basement. But the stench of rotting corpses mixed with oil made him reconsider going down there. He walked around once more, then made his way to a garage. It was only big enough for one vehicle, and that's all it held. An old beat up Camaro, who's paint was well worn and looked like it might break down after two miles. That rules out civilized planets... He didn't know anyone who still used wheeled vehicles for transport, seeing as the only wheeled vehicle he had ever seen was a Clone Turbo Tank. "Hey!" He called out. "I think I found something!" 

Jason runs up to the rest stop. "What I miss?" Jason's suit opens and he gets out and starts doing stretches.

following the two to the clearing and to the chard house he heard the sounds of scuffling and moaning coming from bellow. He quickly slipped into the house and into the basement to find and old makeshift lab. There where paper scattered about and a single cage with zombie of what used to a Nazi from the looks of it. "well then time for a little clean up it seems" vector said as he got to work getting ready to dispose of any potential evidence linking back to umbrella.

Carter hopped in the car to check for where the keys were and after a relatively long dig he finally found them under the driver's carpet. "Pff, same shit different world" he murmured to himself "Hey, it's alright! I found them" Roy yelled to Garen as he inserted the keys to try and hopefully start up the engine. The first three or so tries were unsuccessful and after a brief pause he yelled again "Uh, Marr! Come here for a minute!"

"Kirsten, I can't let you do what I assume you're planning. I have no problem stealing clothing, but murder?" Flippy asked, a hint of a snarl to his voice, as he actually drew his pistol out. It was more involuntary, however Fliqpy seemed delighted by seeing this happen. Almost proud to see his other mind, manning up, and taking a stand.

Of course shortly after, Fliqpy found an opening to take over the body he shared, and did so quickly. Shortly after his eyes shot a golden, yellow, instead of their usual deep green. 'While I spend a lot of free time, dabbling in various methods of killing, However I will not condone the slaughter of a family. Whatever the circumstance may be." Fliqpy stated calmly, already raising his m1911, and pointing it at Kirsten's chest. "If anything, robbery is a smarter option. Two options for you though. Disable, but do not kill them, and then take what we need. Dare to even pull the trigger on you're gun, I will kill you. Your choice."