AN: My first RE fic. :D
Please R&R.
Disclaimer: I do not own Resident evil or any of its wonderful characters.
Leon strode down the sterile white hallway, hands in his brown jacket's pockets. The crowded blue hallway was filled with dozens of busy workers moving from office to office, doing their jobs. This building had a special purpose as the center of all anti-bioterrorism around the world. Hundreds of thousands of cases went through this center every day, constantly being processed and assigned to groups like the BSAA and TerraSave. It was purely government funded, of course.
Leon managed to push his way past a particularly large group of workers into one particular side room. He closed the door behind him quickly, and took a deep breath, looking around at his new surroundings. He had been told to come here by a certain marine. One Captain Vhrott, according to the e-mail. One thing Leon noticed instantly was the unmistakable stench of a cigar. The other thing was that he was not alone in the room.
The large room was lit only by a blue projector light, which was not currently displaying anything. It was also filled with chairs, but only four of these were filled. Cpt. Vhrott was watching Leon from his place at the front of the room.
Leon coughed as he inhaled the pungent smoke. "Jesus Christ, you're gonna kill yourself with that shit!" Leon mentally shouted at himself for breaking his composure, but he hated cigars wholeheartedly. "Sorry. I'm Leon S. Kennedy. You e-mailed me? Something about a mission?"
Vhrott only stared at him. Leon quickly dropped the question and sat down on the brown metal chair next to one of the others. He realized that the other people in the room were also Racoon City survivors. The closet one to him was Chris Redfield, a muscle-bound former S.T.A.R.S member, now working under the BSAA. A loyal person if he had ever met one. Nice sister too. Next to him was Jill Valentine, a blonde-haired woman who was also former S.T.A.R.S. Leon just knew her and Chris were romantically involved. They seemed like the perfect match, but perhaps too afraid to voice their own opinions. Next in line was Claire Redfield, Chris' sister. A real beauty, she was. Leon had experienced her skills first hand as her partner during the Racoon City outbreak. Her hair was a beautiful shade of red. Leon looked at the last person in the chairs. A hispanic man by the name of Carlos Oliviera. Leon had never met Carlos before, but he knew Jill knew him.
Vhrott placed his hands behind his back silently, and began to speak in a loud, booming voice, not unlike those of the drill seargents during his training for the government. "Hello and welcome. I trust you all know each other, and you all got the message. Well, let me tell you a little bit about this mission." Jill looked at Carlos uneasily. Leon wondered why. "A couple of months ago we received some serious intel on an island in the South China Sea. Apparently, there's an old Umbrella base there. Probably the last one left. It should not be there!" Chris nodded his head in an approving manner. He knew Umbrella better than anyone else in the room. And that was saying something. The man knew his
(former) enemy like the back of his hand.
"But that's not the best part. I think and would love to know this," Vhrott said. Claire leaned forward, eyes glued to the screen that displayed the map of this island. "Sherry Birkin has been located, and is being kept on this island."
Claire gasped. "Oh my god... Sherry... I'm coming... just like I promised. Don't worry baby," She muttered to herself more than anyone else. Leon sighed in relief. He had almost begun to believe that Sherry was dead.
Vhrott spoke some more, his piercing blue eyes fierce with fire. He finished the presentation. Olivera had not spoken at all. Vhrott left off telling them they had an hour to get ready for the boat.
The lights came on and the five survivors filtered out of the red room. Leon stood outside the door waiting for Claire. She was wearing a red vest. How Leon loved those red vests. Claire went over to a window and looked out upon the skyline. She was dazzlingly beautiful in the majestic rays of the sun. Leon stood next to her.
"It's been a long time, Claire. Three years. How've you been?" Claire looked up at Leon. She was crying, a rare thing for a Redfield to do. "It's been longer for Sherry. Ten whole years on that island, with Umbrella, with them doing god knows what to her. She needed our help, and we failed her."
Leon put a comforting hand on her shoulder. "We haven't failed her yet. She's still alive. We can make things right, Claire." Claire looked down. "What if we don't, Leon? What if she dies when we get there?"
Leon had nothing to say to that.