"That's propostrous!", we heard a british man shout behind the door,"Never before have I hard such nonsense. There is no way that I was connected with the T-Virus incident! How dare you try to pin the blame on me! I suggest you get out of my house! I'm a busy man, I have no time for the likes of you!"
I peeped through the crack of the door and was just able to see a fat, smartly-dressed man standing behind his desk and three people dressed in leather. That was Umbrella, but not all of them. There was about seven or eight more.
The leader stepped forward and quickly grabbed the british man's neck.
"I don't think you heard me, Mr Griffin. If you don't come with us, you will die" snarled the leader, still grasping Mr Griffins neck.
"I...re...fuse" the british man managed to speak a little bit.
The leader growled loudly and threw the man off the wall.
I slowly got my guns out and was ready to kick the door open and blast their brains out. But as I raised my guns, Jill slowly pulled them back down.