(Sorry for the delay)<br/><br/>A man was making his way through the mountains, alone but certainly not unarmed. He was dressed up in some sort of suit that had a helmet of frosted glass, followed by a chemical suit with Kevlar stitched in around the chest area that resembled body armor. One could think that he was a soldier of unknown origin, but something wasn't quite right with him. He held the assault rifle with his right hand, his head with his left as he walked along.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">One of these days, Marc, you're going to get what's coming to ya.</span><br/><br/>Suddenly, he buckled to his knees and dropped the gun. His hands reached up for his head as he slowly shook it left to right, remembering those words clearly. A few minutes would pass before he retch back down and pick his weapon up. "God, it seems like it's been years since then but I've never been able to forget." He muttered to himself as he kept walking. This was Marc Charley, one of the guards during the Chimera Project. It has been quite some time since then, but this part of the past refused to die on him. Assigned by the government to observe the secretive institute, Marc did get out of there in one piece and gathered as much information as he could, but not without cost. He sacrificed some of his co-workers for his own survival and even though they simply came back from the dead, the act still haunted him.<br/><br/>But ever since he was hired, those memories started to return. Someone contacted him several weeks ago with information about the Project and gave Marc the opportunity to find some loose ends. At first, he refused but grief and curiosity got the better of him. Now having been hired as a sort of free-agent, he finally had the chance to make up for what he did.<br/><br/>Marc's thoughts slowly drifted away into nothingness as he approached the front gate of the military base. He holster his weapon and flashed an ID badge so they would let him in. He was running a bit late for his briefing with the Colonel, getting carried away with scouting and the flashback. He quickly took off his helmet and opened the door. "Sorry, I'm late. Scouting the new area took longer than I thought." He said rather casually, but it was clear something was on his mind.