Four Years Later
No POV
The blonde girl awakens in a strange white room, wearing nothing but a cheap paper medical gown, to find a blonde man lightly slapping her cheek. With a gasp, she raises her leg behind him and knees him in the back of the head, rolling away at the same time while reaching for a weapon no longer strapped to her thigh.
The man groans lightly, one hand over the sore spot on his head, eyeing her warily. "Sheesh kid, I wasn't gonna hurt you." He mumbles in a deep voice.
The girl smiles sheepishly as her eyes open slightly more, revealing an almost neon blue pair of eyes. "Sorry, it's a natural reflex. I'm not used to people trying to wake me up so kindly." Her expression darkens slightly, reflecting on memories a fifteen year old should not have. "Um, I'm clearly not from around here, so could you tell me what the hell is going on here, and who you are?"
He smiles tightly and holds out a hand in greeting. "Jake Muller, mercenary. You?"
She takes the hand with a wide smile, eyes flashing a slight gold. "Raven Wesker, CEO of LifeTech Labs."
He raises an eyebrow. "As in Albert Wesker's daughter, who's been causing trouble for the BSAA since his death?"
"More like his murder. My fight is more personal than that, besides my other projects." She growls, eyes flashing red before reverting back that he thinks he must have imagined it. "One of those has been in tracking you down. You're a hard man to find."
He gives her a leery look. "And why would you be looking for me? I'm just a mercenary."
"With an unknown father and a deceased mother? And you want know who that man was?" she asks, almost voicing his thoughts.
"How did you know that?" he asks, clenching a fist behind himself.
She shrugs. "I have a few abilities, no thanks to Umbrella. Believe it or not, I actually have information that you might be interested in that the American government doesn't even have." She turns to face the camera in the corner, raising her hand to the lens and flipping it off before it explodes into a display of sparks. The door opens on its own with a muted hiss, and she stands up, looking down on Jake. "I'll be around, if you later decide that you want this information. For now, the security systems are down for another thirty seconds, and that government girl is leaving her cell."
He stares at her in wonder as she turns into a blur as she runs down the hall, before chasing after her. "Hey, wait!" he shouts as he rounds a corner, only to find two J'avos armed with stun guns aimed at him. He puts his hands up slowly as they shout at him in some language, then dashes forward, grabbing one of the weapons and using it on the left one, while jumping back up to snap the neck of the one on the right. Without hesitation, he does the same for the first one, then continues on the path Raven had taken.
He runs into a locker room in time to see a locker door open, blocking his line of sight with the naked girl as she changes into clothes in the locker. "There should be some clothes in another locker that'll fit you." She mutters, just as Sherry runs in, dressed the same as Raven was before. "Jake, if you try peeking while she changes, I'll beat you with a wooden spoon."
He shakes his head and turns to open a different locker, pulling out grey cargo pants, black combat boots, and a black shirt. "Out of curiosity, you only mentioned if I peeped on her. What would you do if I tried peeping on you?"
A locker door slams shut as she gives a dark chuckle. "You really don't want to know." He turns around to find her seated on the bench, wearing a red tank top and jean shorts, topped with a black sweater tied around her hips and holsters with loaded handguns on her shoulders and legs, a mysterious black bag clinging to her back. She pulls up one leg onto the bench, pulling on one of her grey combat boots reaching to her knees with obvious knife holsters in the boots. She raises an eyebrow at his stunned look. "Close your mouth boy, I'm nothin' special."
Sherry laughs openly at that. "Raven, was that you messing with the security systems?"
Raven frowns at Sherry. "Yeah, but how do you know me? Did I used to know you, or are you aware of just who I am?"
"Both, we met a year after Raccoon City." Sherry laughs nervously. "Don't tell me you've been ignoring the fact that Leon adopted you?"
Raven groans. "Ugh, and here I had been hoping that was false information." She quickly ties the boot, then moves on to the other. "Well, Sherry, right? He's kinda on my list of targets, like the Redfields, Alomar, and Valentine."
Sherry slams her locker shut, revealing a white jacket, blue jeans, and a blue scarf to be her new attire with a pair of black combat boots. "Targets? What the hell did they do to you? Did your dad seriously brainwash you that badly?" she snarls. "Leon saved your life, Claire was your friend, you helped the BSAA, and, hell, you even worked for the government! How could you turn on them like that?!"
"They turned on me!" Sudden tears in her eyes as they flash red and gold stop Sherry's ranting. "They killed him in front of me! They wouldn't listen when I said he was protecting me!"
"He would have murdered everyone on the planet!"
"He was all I had!" Raven blurs as she rushes at Sherry, landing a punch in her stomach. "He was my only chance to be human! Don't you understand Sherry?! That's all he wanted, and he ran out of time!"
Before she can land another inhuman blow on the other girl, Jake grabs her arms, looping his own through hers and holding them behind her back. "That's enough." He says sternly, and she loses her will to fight, collapsing back into him as she finally cries her heart out. He sets her down on the bench and goes to help Sherry, who's trying to catch her breath still. "Are you alright?"
She nods. "I'm fine. I don't know what the hell happened to her, but this is almost someone different from the girl I knew."
"Of course I am, Sherry. Did you honestly think I would stay the same once I remembered who I was, and saw what they did?" she mutters brokenly as she stands back up, wiping away the tears as they come. "I don't care if you believe me or not, but if you need me, I'll be there Jake."
He frowns as he looks into her eyes. "I don't understand. What am I to you?"
She shrugs as she turns away. "I'm sure you'll figure it out soon enough." She whispers as she blurs away from them.
"Raven!" Sherry shouts, looking lost for a moment before setting her shoulders, turning back to Jake. "We need to get to the control room, get as much information as we can, then get out of here."
Time Skip to Shanghai Fights
"Sherry?" Leon's voice calls out, as he spots her investigating the wrecked airplane. "Is that you?"
She turns to look at him with a look of shock, and almost fear. "Leon?"
Jake steps up to her side from the shadows, half hiding her behind him. "Weren't we not supposed to contact anyone else?" he grumbles as he brings out his handgun, aimed at the ground but in Leon's direction.
"It's alright, I know him." She looks confused as she glances between the two men. "What are you doing here? I thought you were dead?"
"Faked it, obviously. I guess he picked up something useful from me." Raven's voice echoes from the loudspeakers. "I hope you're ready for a bit more of a surprise, Kennedy, but your girlfriend's brother is also back from the dead."
"Raven?! What the hell is going on here?!" he shouts.
A different laugh comes from the speakers. "Well, I would explain it to you Leon, but I think you have a higher priority than figuring out a Wesker." Ada chuckles.
Helena glares at the speakers. "What the hell? A Wesker? I thought they were all dead!"
"That's what Simmons told you, but there's more Weskers about than you would think." With a laugh, the transmission ends.
"Simmons? What does he have to do with Raven?" Sherry asks.
"Long story short, he's responsible for this outbreak, plane crash, and the death of the President." Helena mutters, guilt in her eyes. "Something I am also partially responsible for as well."
Jake gives Leon a look of respect. "Well, I have to say, I wasn't expecting to see you so… alive."
"And what's that supposed to mean?" he snarls, tired of all of the deception.
Jake shrugs. "I've heard about you, here and there. Not to mention Raven has mentioned you and a few others are on a list of hers."
"You met her? And actually got away in one piece?"
He shakes his head. "Sadly, Sherry got hit once, but Raven only kicked me in the head when I woke her up, then refused to harm me any further. Know anything about that?"
The government agent shakes his head. "No, but that's only ever happened with her dad. She refused to fight him, when he was alive, though would indirectly help his enemies in the fight."
A shriek cuts off anything else Leon might have had to say, as a man, wearing rags of what had once been a BSAA uniform on his legs, approaches, mutated with giant spore pods over his torso and face. He expels a kind of blue powder, and charges toward the living agents and mercenary. All separate just in time for a building, weakened by the crash, to fall in between the two parties, crushing the monster under burning debris.
"Sherry!" Leon shouts.
"Leon, we're okay! Be careful!" Sherry shouts back, taking Jake's hand and running away from the burning wreck.
Raven POV
"Ada, is Simmons in place?" I ask the red and black clothed woman.
She nods. "Yes. He will be dealt with fairly soon, so no need to worry your pretty little head. How will we be settling my payment?"
"Several months off, dinner at my place for a while, and a few bonuses when I get the money." I offer.
She hums in thought. "How about just dinner and time off? I'd rather not take up your resources if I don't have to, regardless of how well the company is doing."
"Deal, though I'll still probably throw in a couple of bonuses here and there." I glance away from her to focus on the computer screen, showing Leon and Helena running from a cloud of blue spores. "Looks like the missile hit its target. I'm going to take the data we have now and pass it off to my contact, then go home. I would like it if you kept tabs on the crew for me, if it's not going to be too much trouble for you. If so, I'll get Olivera to take over monitoring them."
"I'll give him what I have, then take my vacation as soon as he's caught up." She smirks, probably at the idea of messing with the former mercenary back at the mansion.
"Whatever you want to do, just so long as it gets done quickly and quietly, I don't care." I mutter, and hear her walk out, gently closing the door behind her. I redirect the camera feed to the outside of a supermarket, finding a small group of mutating J'avos cornering the two agents. Shaking my head, I load all the data onto a memory stick, and wipe everything from the computer. "Leon, can't you stay out of trouble long enough for me to figure everything out?" I mutter, breaking the window and jumping down to the street, across the intersection from them.
Helena aims her gun at me, fear making her hands shake on her gun. "Who are you?"
I barely save her a look as I rip the head off of one of the J'avos, dark blood spraying everywhere and covering my front. I move onto the next one, favoring ripping off its arm, spearing it through the head, spraying brain matter everywhere. One of them runs at me, swinging a stun rod, which I grab by the electrified end and throw aside, hardly fazed by the tingling sensation running through my body. Before I can retaliate, a gunshot destroys that one's head, and two more finish off the last J'avo.
I turn my bloody face to look at Leon, who raises his gun in fear. I grin at him, making my eyes glow slightly. "Good to see you too Kennedy."
"What the hell are you doing here Raven?" he asks levelly, the fear in his eyes not leaking into his voice, strong as ever.
"Tying up some loose ends, and making sure you and the others don't die by accident here."
"Leon, you know her?" Helena asks him, raising her own gun against me.
I wipe at my face, smearing the thick blood more than removing it. "Of course he knows me, though he knew me from before." I pick through the pile of bodies, moving away from them back to the front of the building. "Now, I'm going home. Help will be around if it's truly necessary."
"Hold it!" Leon shouts, just as a fighter jet flies over me. "Were you responsible for this? Did you provide Simmons with the C-Virus?"
"The only way he would have gotten it from me or my people would have been through direct infection. I am not responsible." With that, I shrug my shoulder slightly, wings sprouting from my shoulder blades. "Nice talking to you, Leon. Next time, it won't be such a… friendly situation."
I fly up to the roof of the building, dodging bullets from Helena's gun, and weaving around the fighter jet, realizing Chris is in the pilot's seat. "Wesker!" I hear him dimly shout from within, just before he pulls the trigger, unleashing a wave of hot bullets in my direction.
One of them hits my shoulder, passing through the bone, wound still healing instantly. "REDFIELD!" I shout, dropping into a steep dive and circling back from below, remaining in his blind spot. I gain altitude, and just as I'm about to dive bomb him, I spot the young BSAA agent, not much older than me chronologically, being around twenty. Rather than crippling the plane, I match their speed and grab onto the glass over them. I make sure to wipe a bloody hand right over his head before jumping away, and heading back to the main building, where my helicopter transport waits.
Touching down on the roof, I walk to the helicopter, already being warmed up by my pilot. "Where to, Miss Wesker?"
"Tokyo, please. It should only take a few minutes there, then we will be heading back home."
"Of course. As requested, there are some heated water bottles, a few towels, bucket, and change of clothes under the seats for you." He mumbles.
"Thank you." I raise the seat and pull out everything, then shut the side door and curtain to the cockpit before peeling off my blood-soaked clothes. "How is the containment on the city?" I ask as I pour the water into the bucket, taking a towel and dunking it into the warm water.
"Nothing has gotten out, and samples have been taken for the lab. I have a radio for you to use once you're finished back there." I wipe off the blood from my arms and face, then move on to my legs. "There are also recordings that you might find some interest in from before you went to the facility, which I had not had the chance to pass off before you left."
I lean my head over the bucket and dump more water through my hair, running my fingers through the red-dyed locks. "Care to give me a summary?"
"Nothing in a language I can understand, unfortunately. I wasn't sure if you wanted it to make its way to a translator, so I was waiting for you to return." He answers, almost hesitantly.
I hum as the last traces of blood wash out of my blonde hair. "Good, I'm glad you thought that far ahead." I take a clean towel and run it over my body, drying off the chilly water, then wrapping it around my chest as I take another to my hair. I look into the sealed bag of clothes and find it to hold a couple of outfits, one a black pant suit, a pinstriped skirt suit, and a purple dress down to my feet.
I opt for the black outfit, finding a pair of steel trimmed high heels to go with it. Finished dressing, I attack my hair with the towel again, getting more water out of the strands as I feel the helicopter stopping midair. "Ma'am, you might want to come up here."
Frowning, I pull a black trenchcoat over my whole ensemble and pull on black sunglasses as I push aside the curtain, finding exactly what he was so worried about. "Well, shit." I growl, seeing the BSAA emblem on the front of a helicopter in front of us.
"Raven Wesker, order your pilot to land, or we will open fire!" Jill's voice shouts from a speaker within the helicopter as four more approach to circle us.
I bite my lip, then take a seat in the empty copilot's seat. Putting on a headset, I tune into her channel. "Valentine, I have precious cargo bound for the proper authorities. I have done nothing wrong, and I have a schedule to keep. Let us leave."
"I can't do that Raven, you know that. I have orders." She murmurs to me through her own headset. "Just land so we can let you go sooner, please. This doesn't have to end in a fight like last time."
"Valentine, this is your only warning. Order the BSAA agents to let us pass, or I'll take matters into my own hands." I growl, done with this.
"Raven… what happened to you?! This isn't who you are! Just cooperate with us! Let us back in!" Sherry shouts from her own radio.
I rip off my sunglasses, focusing on Jill's helicopter, which stutters in its place. "You took my last hope from me, I think it's only fair I do something of a similar nature, don't you agree?"
"No! Alright, just go! Just don't hurt us, please!" Jill shouts, fearful for her and the men she has with her.
"Then you should have thought twice about murdering him when you did." I tune out of the channel and nod to the pilot, who nervously sets us back on course. "How long to our destination?"
"About an hour, maybe an hour and a half." He hands me the radio. "The reports are all being recorded, so the ones you don't get will be there if you deem it necessary to go over them."
I nod, getting out of the seat and heading to the back once more, settling in to listen for a while. "Let me know when we're five minutes from the city."
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