DISCLAIMER: I do not own either the characters, places or
monsters from any of the 'Resident Evil' games, nor do I
own any characters, places, or ...erm... "things" from any of
the 'Tomb Raider' games. If I did, do you really think I would
be writing them on this?? Hells no, I'd be selling them to
Capcom and Eidos Interactive!! Hehe ^.^
PROLOGUE
Lara Croft sized up the old man. For sixty five years old, he was rather 'built'. She concluded
he must have been- or still was- a body builder or athlete of some sort.
"So, can you do it?" the man asked with his thick french accent.
"Pardon me?" Lara asked. She hadn't quite heard what he had said. She had been wondering where
he had gotten his physique.
"Can you get us the samples?" he purred, the aggravation apparent, distorting his otherwise soft
voice.
"First of all, I need to know why.... second- what exactly am I collecting samples of?" Lara
questioned, quite suspicious of the potential client. The Umbrella Corporation had concacted her
just a few days before, and at first she refused. She had been too busy with her dear friend Sara
Pezzini in New York City to even begin to dream of another adventure. But when they offered to pay
half a million for just a meeting, no strings attached, she would've been stupid to refuse any
longer. 'Even though I'm the quite wealthy owner of the Croft estate...' she regretfully
thought.
"Damn it, Croft, we're offering you ten million dollars to do this!" the aged frenchman nearly
screamed.
"If you were wise, Mr. Le Rouge, you'd do well to not raise your voice to me again. Answer the questions
or forget about it." Lara said to him wrathfully.
Mr. Le Rouge sighed inwardly, and his posture was that of a defeated child.
"Mr. Birkin stole our samples. They're a possible vaccine we were developing to fight ebola, possibly
cure it." He lied through his french teeth.'They told me if I told her this, she'd do it'
he thought to himself.
"Bullocks." Croft retorted, "But- since I have nothing better to do, I'll get those 'vaccine samples'
from this 'rogue' scientist of yours. And- when I do, you'll give me One Hundred Million."
"I can not agree to this!!" he cried, astonished at the snyde british woman's demand.
"Zen, I can not do zis." Lara said, mocking Le Rouge's accent.
"I'll put in a call to Umbrella Headquarters and see what I can do." Le Rouge spat at Croft. 'This
bitch drives a hard bargain... but no matter... it's not as if she'll make it back to see that 100 million'
"Fine," Lara said, a hint of anger in her cultured british voice, "But for now you leave me. Call me
when you know all the details."
"Oh, and Ms. Croft?"
"Yes Mr. Le Rouge?"
"You depart tonight for Raccoon City." he said with a mocking smile
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monsters from any of the 'Resident Evil' games, nor do I
own any characters, places, or ...erm... "things" from any of
the 'Tomb Raider' games. If I did, do you really think I would
be writing them on this?? Hells no, I'd be selling them to
Capcom and Eidos Interactive!! Hehe ^.^
PROLOGUE
Lara Croft sized up the old man. For sixty five years old, he was rather 'built'. She concluded
he must have been- or still was- a body builder or athlete of some sort.
"So, can you do it?" the man asked with his thick french accent.
"Pardon me?" Lara asked. She hadn't quite heard what he had said. She had been wondering where
he had gotten his physique.
"Can you get us the samples?" he purred, the aggravation apparent, distorting his otherwise soft
voice.
"First of all, I need to know why.... second- what exactly am I collecting samples of?" Lara
questioned, quite suspicious of the potential client. The Umbrella Corporation had concacted her
just a few days before, and at first she refused. She had been too busy with her dear friend Sara
Pezzini in New York City to even begin to dream of another adventure. But when they offered to pay
half a million for just a meeting, no strings attached, she would've been stupid to refuse any
longer. 'Even though I'm the quite wealthy owner of the Croft estate...' she regretfully
thought.
"Damn it, Croft, we're offering you ten million dollars to do this!" the aged frenchman nearly
screamed.
"If you were wise, Mr. Le Rouge, you'd do well to not raise your voice to me again. Answer the questions
or forget about it." Lara said to him wrathfully.
Mr. Le Rouge sighed inwardly, and his posture was that of a defeated child.
"Mr. Birkin stole our samples. They're a possible vaccine we were developing to fight ebola, possibly
cure it." He lied through his french teeth.'They told me if I told her this, she'd do it'
he thought to himself.
"Bullocks." Croft retorted, "But- since I have nothing better to do, I'll get those 'vaccine samples'
from this 'rogue' scientist of yours. And- when I do, you'll give me One Hundred Million."
"I can not agree to this!!" he cried, astonished at the snyde british woman's demand.
"Zen, I can not do zis." Lara said, mocking Le Rouge's accent.
"I'll put in a call to Umbrella Headquarters and see what I can do." Le Rouge spat at Croft. 'This
bitch drives a hard bargain... but no matter... it's not as if she'll make it back to see that 100 million'
"Fine," Lara said, a hint of anger in her cultured british voice, "But for now you leave me. Call me
when you know all the details."
"Oh, and Ms. Croft?"
"Yes Mr. Le Rouge?"
"You depart tonight for Raccoon City." he said with a mocking smile
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