Chapter 13: Revelation

This isn't fair, Carlos thought to himself, lonely in his bunk. This isn't fair, and Umbrella knows it.
Below him, he heard the shuffling of his friend and partner, Nicholai Zinoviev, who was just now coming out of his bout of sleep. Carlos sighed, and rubbed his sore head. He hadn't slept all night, only waited until the morning when he could once again get up. He hated sleeping; He loathed it.
Not only that, but Carlos had been suffering as of late from an acute case of insomnia.
"You still awake?" Nicholai asked, yawning widely from beneath Carlos' bed. Though the Russian S.T.A.R.S. officer rarely showed much emotion in what he said, he sincerely worried about his friend. Nicholai yawned once again, and quickly slid his large feet from under his bedsheets, then slipped them to the floor of the barracks.
"Yes sir," Carlos replied lazily, opening his eyes wide so that he could refresh his eyes. They were weak and tired, yet he could see clearly, not that there was much for him to look at. He stared at the cement ceiling, most nights. Other times, he would sleep on his side, facing the door that lead to the room, watching it, watching for any signal that might be given. He rarely slept, indeed.
"You really need to kick this habit,"
"I don't have a habit, Nicholai. Just a pattern. There's a difference," His accent rolled over the name of his friend, but he spoke quickly. "And besides, it's nice to stay awake. You experience more, that way."
"Yes," The Russian replied, hands covering his face as to wake himself up more, muffling his voice. "But that way, you do not dream."
"I don't have need for dreams, my friend. Everything I could possibly need is in the waking world. Most things, anyway." He spoke these words to Nicholai with a hint of melancholy. "Anyway," He continued, sitting up on his bed, "We should be getting up now anyway, before One and his crew of baddies bitches us out. Let's go,"
"Hold on," the other man said quietly, alertedly. He quickly hopped out of bed, turned around, and changed his gaze to stare at Carlos.
"What?" Carlos asked him slowly, eyes wide open to keep himself awake. It was usually during this time, five or six in the morning, when he became the most tired. Later on, he usually became less and less tired and took a nap around the time the time they got back from a mission, or whatever it may be.
"One and the other commandos left early," he said, stretching his legs, and walking quickly around the room to energize himself. "Didn't you hear him leave?"
"No," Carlos said to Nicholai, and then himself got out of his bed, carefully stepping down the bunk ladder, and finally stepping down to the ground. His feet felt good against the cold cement floor. "I couldn't stop thinking,"
"What about?"
"I don't know. It was a woman. Something was wrong with her, but I don't remember much," he paused for a moment, waiting until Nicholai was looking at him. "I have a bad feeling about today, Nicholai."
"What do you mean?"
From behind Carlos, he heard more shuffling, and quickly turned around. Yuri Loginova, another S.T.A.R.S. mercenary, was starting to wake up. "Shut up, would you guys?" he said tiredly, groaning and then turning onto his other side as to face the wall.
Carlos leaned in close to the other man, and whispered, "Something is going to happen today. Something not good, I know it," he hesitated, "Something to do with that woman,"
Alice, he said in his head, and instantly knew that it was her name. Project Alice.