Chapter 1

February 24th, 2013

Bound for the North American branch headquarters of the B.S.A.A, the modified Embraer KC-390 military transport aircraft had few passengers. Far too few for the amount of people the twin engine, jet powered craft could carry at max capacity. A handful of men wearing fatigues bearing the insignia of their destination and a woman that stood out among them. Sitting with her arms at her sides, her head turned, staring out the window at the blue sky and white clouds. Ignoring the stares she was getting from the men. An out of place, sheathed Katana resting against the side of her seat. They had all tried to ask her questions, curious why a member of the Far East Branch was coming to there headquarters. To which she gave them all the same response,

"Ask your Director..." the tone of her voice always soft yet stern, leaving them to ponder her purpose amongst themselves.

A women of few words, she didn't see the point in explaining why she was there. If they needed to know why, surely they would have been told by now. Besides her thoughts were on the task at hand. To join up with a group of operatives from the North American branch and find Chris Redfield. Who had disappeared after an incident in Edonia, in Eastern Europe, two months earlier.

She wondered how long this would take, though she didn't look it, her home country was Japan. Apparently her mother had been Japanese and her father was American, and she looked more like her father. With the exception of her ivory skin tone and soft complexion that had come from her mother. Though she had often traveled outside of Japan, she had never gotten used to being away from home. However, those weren't thoughts she had ever voiced to anyone. The only life she knew was that of a soldier, and there was no need for such emotional ties on a mission. At least that is what she had been conditioned to believe.

"I wish I could remember them..." a fleeting thought as her eyes held their gaze on the clouds around them. It was common for her mind to wonder into thoughts of her parents at moments like this, when she'd rather ignore those around her then have to pretend to care what they think of her. Remembering little about her parents, in fact missing everything before the age of ten. There was always this blank space in her memory. The place her past began was when she woke up in a bed with the face of a man who would become like a father to her, looking down at her. This man would become her adoptive father, a wealthy man and friend of her parents who graciously took her in after they died in what she was told was a tragic car accident.

"Man she's cold..." one man commented to another in a whisper. Not that she couldn't still clearly hear what was said. The plane wasn't that big, with everyone near the front of the medium sized carrier.

The pilot then chimed in from the cockpit, "Maybe she just thinks your all being nosy and it's none of your business what she's here for. If we needed to know that they would have told us before we were sent to pick her up."

A look of shame fell upon the men's faces after that. Whoever the pilot was, the men with him obviously respected his authority.

"Alright, everyone strap in. Will be landing soon," the co-pilot's news put everyone's minds back on the task at hand. Everyone sitting in there seats and strapping in with seat belts. The only sound that remained was the steady sound of the plane's engines.

A comforting sound as she looked at the approaching headquarters below from her window.
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It had been two months since Chris Redfield had gone missing after a mission in Edonia, where he was the Captain of a group of B.S.A.A operatives known as Alpha Team. Losing almost all his squad to the deeds of a women calling herself Ada Wong. As the only active squad member of Alpha team remaining, Piers Nivans, is determined to find his lost Captain and bring him back to where he belongs. The loyal nature of the B.S.A.A's top marksmen, would allow him to do nothing less then that. At twenty six years of age with broad facial features, light brown hair in a short front spike, and brown eyes, the life of a solider was what he knew best. Almost the same height as Chris Redfield (around 5'11"- 6'0") his admiration of Chris is often apparent in the way he talks about him.

As he stepped out onto the tarmac to await there guest, he looked to the Director of the North American B.S.A.A, next to him. A man named David Reid, who had taken over the position after Clive R. O'Brian had stepped down. Handling the expanding organization of the B.S.A.A with a firm but kind hand. Putting the resources given to them by O'Brian's last action of getting the Federal Bio-terrorism Commission's (F.B.C) resources transferred to the B.S.A.A. to good use. O'Brian along with Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine and eight others founded the B.S.A.A shortly after the fall of Umbrella, to combat the increasing number of B.O.W.s being sold on the black market as a result of its collapse.

"Sir, may I ask just who it is were meeting and how there supposed to be able to help my group find Captain Redfield?"

Standing a few inches above Piers in height, the dark haired Director smirked, straightening the coat of his formal military attire, "Trust me Nivans, you'll see soon enough."

It wasn't much of an answer to his question and he looked at the Director, curious just what was so special about this agent from the Far East Branch. "I wonder if she'll be like Merah..." Merah Biji is an agent of the Far East Branch that Piers and Chris teamed up with to investigate a series of bio hazard incidents occurring at Marhawa School in Singapore, early 2012.

There was no time for anymore questions on the matter, as the aircraft carrying there guest made it's landing. He stood next to the Director, eyes glued on the exit door when it swung open. Watching half a dozen men climb out that he already knew before he met the steely blue eyes of the women they had come to greet. Someone who from first impressions, despite the fact that she was dressed in military fatigues, didn't look like she belonged. Especially with a katana held in her hand.
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When they finally landed, she breathed a sigh of relief. Gathering her large pack and katana as the others left the plane. Leaving her to be the last passenger to step out. Sliding the pack onto her left shoulder and gripping the blade in her right hand. Taking a moment to quickly scan the area with her eyes, finding the familiar face of the man she was meeting. A long trail of strawberry blonde hair moved across her back with each step she made toward them.

Showing a courteous smile and bowing at the hip slightly to the gentlemen in command, "It's nice to finally meet you, Director Reid." Standing back up, she gave a momentary glance to Piers. Having never met him before, but from her briefing she knew he would be in command of the group she was to be a part of.

"Welcome Miss Shiga, it's a pleasure to have your assistance with finding Captain Chris Redfield," Reid looked to Piers, giving a subtly gesture of his hand, "And this is Piers Nivans. Pier's this is Miss Miriallia Shiga. One of the best Special Operations Agents the Far East Branch has to offer when it comes to skills in tracking missing people."

"There's no need to call me 'Miss', and I appreciate the praise but it's really not necessary. I simply do my job sir." Compared to the men she had treated so coldly on the trip here, she was kinder and much more formal in the presence of Director Reid. Looking to Piers she gave a slight bow of her head, "I look forward to working with you Captain." From her 'Captain' was a sign of respect for someone who to her understanding was to be her superior in ranking, at least for this mission.

Piers showed some discontent for being called 'Captain,' "I'm no Captain..." It was obvious his mind wondered for a moment, seeming to look straight through her. The moment was brief, "Chris Redfield is the only Captain we have." His loyalty and bond with the man they would be looking for was apparent. "Just Piers is fine..." He looked at her, wondering if she could really be trusted. Sure the Director seemed to hold her in high regard, but he knew nothing about her himself.

The Director could sense the hesitance from Piers in accepting Miriallia into the fold. So he made a suggestion, "Miriallia, we've prepared a skill testing area for you. If you wouldn't mind showing Piers as well as the others in your group what you can do. Just to ease the transition," he smiled. Having thought this may happen, he was prepared with a solution. Surely once everyone saw how capable she was they would be more likely to put their trust in her.

Showing her first hint of a smile she accepted the request with a nod, "I wouldn't mind at all."

Unsure of what to think of what Reid had planned, Piers followed behind the two of them as they headed back inside the headquarters. Passing through numerous hallways until they exited out the rear of the building. Stepping into the outdoor training facilities, with obstacle courses and numerous firing ranges. Piers himself had logged in many hours of target practice here since he joined the B.S.A.A. Personally scouted by Chris Redfield for his sniping capabilities three years ago in 2010.

There was silence between the three of them until Director Reid stopped at one of the firing ranges. Standing next to a table with an assortment of weapons, his gaze fixed on Piers and Miriallia. The other five members that made up the group looking for Chris stood a few feet to the side, simply observing.

Piers went to join the rest of the clustered group, all standing relaxed and waiting to see her display of skill. Being military men they were certain they would be unimpressed by her. There were mumblings amongst them about there being nothing special about her at all and some about how attractive she was. She moved to stand next to the table and in front of the Director. Some comments of course less then appropriate to make but it all ceased when David Reid spoke.

"As I'm sure your all aware by now, this women is from the Far East Branch. Her name is Miriallia Shiga and she'll hopefully be putting her skills to use helping you find our missing Captain Chris Redfield." With the introduction made he turned to Miriallia, "You'll find an assortment of rifles and pistols on the table in front of you," he motioned with his hand to point past the table to the targets beyond. All of varying distances from them and moving in sporadic directions, forward and backward, side to side and even up and down. "Use which ever ones you'd like and hit as many targets as you can within the time limit of five minutes."

The Director's instructions were simple enough, and she nodded in reply. Sliding her pack from her shoulder to set it down on the ground out of her way, propping her Katana against it. Placing both hands on the table she looked down at the variety of guns. Putting a set of ear plugs into her ears and picking up a .45 calibur pistol and aiming at the line up of targets. Holding it with both hands, one with a finger on the trigger and the other bracing her other hand in it's palm, "Understood, I'm ready to begin." A casual tone to her voice, standing confidently, showing that this wasn't the first time she had ever held a gun in her hand. Everyone present covered there ears with something for protection.

With another motion of Reid's hand a bell chimed and she began firing. Focusing down the small barrel of the gun to line up each target. Aiming to hit the human shaped targets in various kill spots around the upper portion of the body that was shown. Unphased by the power of the firearm in her hand, squeezing off one shot after another. When the clip was empty, with a fluid motion she ejected the expended clip picked up another and slipped it into the butt of the pistol with a click.

It took her little time to line up her targets despite their erratic movement pattern. In the end they were still just mindless targets. After the five minutes were up and the bell chimed again, the targets came to a halt. Miriallia set down the long range rifle she had switched to after the pistol and turned her attention to her peers. All of them removing the protection from their ears now that the gun fire was over.

The targets she had been firing at were then brought forward to be looked at. Reid smirked, as she had done even better then he had expected. Each target was pierced with only one bullet hole. All given a fatal hit to the head or heart and she had managed to do it with fifty targets. So on average she had fired a shot every six seconds during the duration of those five minutes. Including taking time to reload as well as switch weapons half way through. The performance had quickly settled the chatter amongst the group about any lack of skill she may have had.

Only Piers wasn't convinced, "Hitting targets that don't shot back isn't really that difficult." His tone of voice was calm but somehow a little condescending.

One of the men in the group behind Piers stepped up next to him putting a hand on the young marksmen's shoulder, a cheeky grin on his face, "Yeah, Piers here is one of the best snipers in the B.S.A.A."

Miriallia responded with a hint of a smile in the corner of her mouth, "Exactly, he's one of the best." Her comment meant to say that she was just as good as he was. "I'd be more then happy to test my skills against yours," if she was going to join there group and help look for Chris she needed to gain the trust of everyone, including Piers.

Director Reid stood back quietly watching the scene play out between all of them. When another test of skill was suggested he couldn't help but make another suggestion. "If I may interject..." he stepped between Piers and Miriallia. "It sounds to me like you two want to shoot at each other...am I right? See who really is the better shot."

That had been exactly what she had been suggesting, and responded to the question with a simple nod. Sure she could have made some snide comment and tried to provoke Piers into it, but that didn't seem necessary.

"You've got this Piers," the group showed their confidence in him. There was no way Piers could refuse with everyone watching. Looking at Miriallia she seemed confident as well, standing with her arms relaxed at her sides waiting to see what he would say. "Sure," he replied simply, his shoulder again tapped by the man standing next to him. A sign of support between comrades.

Reid smiled, "Then may I also suggest using a more recreational means of activity rather then live fire. I can't have either of you getting injured." He understood the nature of what was going on. Piers was unwilling to accept outside help from someone he didn't know and Miriallia wanted to be accepted by the group as a trusted ally. It seemed the only way two soldiers like them could understand each other was through combat.

Without another word the Director stepped away from them, heading toward the southwest portion of the outdoor training area. Piers and the others of course knew where he was going, but Miriallia did not. As everyone followed Reid she picked up her pack and Katana, walking behind them after.

After walking for ten minutes they stopped at an area designed like a combat zone within a half destroyed city. Plenty of places to take cover and hide, as well as high places to get a view of the surroundings. It was plain to see that the B.S.A.A spared little expanse on it's facilities. With camera's positioned all over the area to record all the training that takes place. Displayed next to the entrance in a wooden case was an assortment of guns that certainly looked as real as any other. But when the Director handed her one she found it to be slightly lighter then the real thing. "They may look real but there loaded with splatter rounds that are filled with paint," he explained to her. Then he handed one to Piers as well, "You two will have a minute to get inside the area and find cover, once the bell sounds you can then try to find each other. And just to make things more interesting, how about first hit wins."

Piers and Miriallia looked at each other briefly and then nodded to Reid, showing they both understood and agreed to the conditions. "Then you have one minute..." he said simply, and the two of them headed into the layout of broken down buildings and debris. She left her pack at the entrance and slide the strap of her katana over her head to rest it across her chest. Only a few seconds in they both headed in opposing directions. Leaving everyone watching to wonder if they were both looking for a long range shot on the other.

However, that wasn't Miriallia's plan at all. It was quite clear to her from the files she had read that Piers was a skilled sniper. So trying to match up with him in long range combat would either fail or result in a stalemate. With this in mind she stayed on the ground level. Not going far from where she had split off from Piers. Having only a minute to find a high location she figured there was only so far he could go. And if he decided to go past the one minute mark in his search, then she'd probably have to find a higher vantage point as well. Part of tracking someone was a kean ability to assess and dissect information quickly before your trail ran cold. Taking the information that she knew about Piers so far she devised a few courses of action. The first of which was hiding herself inside the doorway of a building that had a clear view of a taller structure that she thought could be a likely place for him to set up in. Not long after that the bell chimed loudly, adjusting her rifle in her hands she wondered just how this would turn out. "It's hard to take this seriously while holding a toy gun...," she thought as she cautiously peered out from cover.
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Confident in his abilities as a sniper Piers headed inside one of the areas taller structures. Sixty seconds wasn't a lot of time to get very far before he heard the bell chime for the end of the minute, now she would be looking for him. From what he was privy to in her file she seemed to prefer close range combat. A particular favorite was the katana she always kept with her. Special notice paid to the fact that it was with her at all times. "Would she try for that in this situation..." he pondered as his legs carried him up one step after another. Moving with increased speed now that the hunt would be on. Piers didn't know enough about her to explicitly dislike her, he just didn't see the need for her assistance. They were capable of bringing Chris back on there own. He could agree with the others comments about her being attractive, but there was something odd about the calm look in her eyes all the time. As though there was nothing she couldn't handle. "But does she know what it's like to really fight for your life..." the thought was brief as he reached the third floor of the building, moving toward one of the windows that overlooked the road he had taken to get there. Taking a position next to the window he held his rifle up against his chest. There was no telling what kind of situation they would find Chris in, he had to know if she was really as good as she thought she was.

After a momentary breath Piers slide down the wall and peered up over the bottom of the window. Setting the rifle on the ledge taking a quick look at the buildings and surroundings below before putting an eye to the scope to get a closer look at everything. It didn't take him long to spot her peeking out from a door way. Taking even less time for him to realize that she had him in her sights as well. Both of them staring at each other from the scope of their guns for a second before firing a single shot each and retreating behind cover. Moving back to the side of the window, he put his back to the wall. Piers watched as Miriallia's shot flew through the window and splattered red paint against the wall.

Bringing the butt of the rifle to his shoulder he moved to the next window and ventured another look. Throwing him a curve ball was the sight of her openly making a run down the street, toward the very building he was in. The corner of his mouth curved upward into a slight smirk as he followed her with the gun sight. She was faster then he expected and was very agile as she lept over obstacles and ducked down behind a burnt out truck just as he lined up his shot.
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His bullet staining the ground blue a few feet in front of her after she had taken cover again, but not before getting off a shot at him. Though she doubted it hit anything. It had been an odd feeling to be looking at each other through the scope of their guns. A moment of thought given to what he might have been thinking as he looked at her.

There was barely a glance given to Piers position in the window as she made a straight run for the truck. Getting low to the ground and putting her back against the tire. Rifle pointed down at the ground as she took a breath. Planning to make a move for the building he was in before he had a chance to leave it for somewhere else. Confident that she could easily take him in close quarters.

No hesitation was present once she made the decision to attempt to go straight for the building. Shooting a glance at Piers and firing a shot at him in the window before setting her sights on her goal. Moving side to side in a serpentine motion to make herself a harder target. Not that that stopped Piers from trying. Using cover when she had it to avoid being hit. Though there were a few close calls and she had to admit that he lived up to his reputation. "But I'm not an easy target to hit..." coming out from the last bit of cover, it was a straight run to the building. Finding herself no longer being shot at she could only assume that Piers had decided to leave his position and make his way down to either confront her or get out before her. With the later in mind, instead of rushing in through the door she ran to the doorway and put her back to the side of it. Attempting to listen for his footsteps, she found it difficult with shots and explosions going off all around from the other training areas not far from the moderately sized area they were in.

With no other choice she raised her gun to her shoulder and turned her body slightly to look inside. Quickly looking around the area within, finding a long hallway that led to the stairs with a few rooms dotting the hallway. The hall itself was about ten meters in length and not very wide. "Not enough room in the hall, I'll have to try and lure him into one of the rooms..." moving inside she stepped quietly and cautiously, never lowering her gun. The ever present katana held on her back from a strap that went across her chest. But she had no interest in that for this. Making it to the room closest to the stairs she ducked inside, putting her back to the wall on the right side and stepping a foot or two from the door's frame.

Miriallia wasn't there long when she thought she could hear something above her head. It sounded like footsteps approaching the stairs. Now that she was inside the building it was a little easier to block out at least some of the outside noise. With her finger just inches off the trigger, she held the rifle to her chest as the cautious steps of boots made there way down the stairs. When she thought Piers had gotten about half way down she kicked a bit of dirt on the floor and scraped the sheath of her katana against the wall a bit. Making the noise on purpose, wanting him to know she was inside the building with him. It increased the possibility of him checking the rooms for her instead of just heading outside. "I want to win this face to face...not shoot him in the back..." sure she could have just waited for him to pass by and get the drop on him, but she had a different idea in mind.
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When he couldn't manage to hit her, Piers left the window slightly disappointed in himself. After all he was supposed to never miss a target, and now she was surely on her way to the building. "If she isn't inside already..." no sooner had the thought crossed his mind when he heard a noise come from the first floor. Stopping abruptly when he was halfway down to that floor. Knowing she was inside the building with him he knew there was no way to avoid a close quarters confrontation. "And with the set up of this hallway she's got the advantage...I've got no choice but to check the rooms, unless I want to pass right by her," debating a plan of action in his head for a moment before he proceeded down the stairs.

Tightening his grip on his rifle as he moved in to check the first room. Unaware that she was waiting within. He barely had over half his gun in the room when a foot flew up to kick it out of his hands. Tossing it into a corner of the room. Within seconds Miriallia showed herself to him her gun pointed at his chest. He reacted by stepping to the side and pushing her gun to the side with his hand as she fired off a shot. Paint was smeared over the wall as he grabbed her gun with both hands. Pulling it away from her and moving to take aim at her with it. She reacted by leaning to the left and ducking down. Straightening her right leg, putting all her weight on her left leg as she bent her knee. The bullet he fired flew through the room behind her, shattering a window. Standing up she once again kicked a gun out of his hands. Sending it down the hallway toward the door that lead out to the street.

Even without guns the sparring match continued each wanting to see just how good the other was. It was clear Miriallia wasn't going to stop when she threw a jab with her right hand, aimed for his chin. Taking a step back he avoided the blow and watched her as she moved away from him and further into the room. Standing sideways with her left foot forward and hands raised to chest level. The gaze of his brown eyes could have sworn he saw her smile for a second, giving him the impression that she was enjoying this a little. Not the type that typically went around hitting women, but the jab she had already thrown at him seemed like an invitation from her for him to do just that. "And from the looks of it, she probably knows how to take a punch or two..." following her into the room he put up his fists.

Before a single punch was thrown the two circled each other, getting a feel for the movements of the person they were facing. Miriallia took note that she was a few inches shorter then he was and wondered about the reach of his arms compared to hers. Perhaps the more impatient of the two, Piers threw the first fist. Which Miriallia responded to by stepping swiftly to the side with a spin of her body, pushing his fist to the side as she went. Letting his own momentum take his hand further then he wanted it to go. In the exchange of punches and kicks that followed there was a mixture of hits, blocks and misses on both sides.

The scuffle didn't last long when the two ventured too close to the previously shattered window. Tumbling out of it onto a large metal garbage bin before landing on the ground. Piers finding himself on his back with the weight of her on top of him, "Okay, so maybe she is as good as she thinks she is..."
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Going out the window, her back hit hard against the metal garbage bin. Though she found the next fall cushioned, as she landed on Piers. Placing her hands on the ground she lifted herself off him, looking down at him with strands of strawberry blonde hair falling over her shoulder. "I wonder what you'd say if you knew I was holding back that whole time..." looking down at him she was curious what he was thinking as she held back a devious smile. "But perhaps he was holding back to..." Maintaining a calm expression to not reveal what she was thinking.

Before any thought could be given to a next move their attention was drawn down the street as Director Reid called to them. "I think that's enough you two," when he hadn't heard any shots for a while he came to see what was going on. The sight of the pair of them making him want to chuckle, but he refrained from doing so. "I say we call this a draw, after all you don't even have your guns anymore," he looked down at Piers, "Surely she's shown enough skill by now to be trusted."

Miriallia stood up as the Director addressed Piers, brushing some of the dirt from her brown camouflage fatigues. Her skin was dirty and a bit sweaty, but other then that there wasn't a scratch on her. Not a bruise or a scrap anywhere, even though she had taken at least a few hits from Piers. Though neither of them could recall now who had landed the first punch. Adjusting the strap of her katana across her chest she watched Reid extend a hand to Piers to help him up.

Grasping the Directors arm at the wrist, he took his offer of assistance. Getting to his feet before replying to Reid's question with a look at Miriallia. "You've got skill, there's no denying that. If your information gathering is as good as your hand to hand, then I'm glad to have you helping us find Captain Redfield," he finished by extending his hand for a hand shake. Not looking her over closely enough to notice that she had no cuts or bruises, though he had a few. None of them showing, due to his uniform covering everywhere but his face.

Placing the palm of her hand to his, a firm but friendly handshake followed. "I'm glad to assist in any way that I can. Captain Redfield is a valued member of the B.S.A.A. I'm looking forward to meeting the man behind the legend I've heard so much about," she smiled softly.

Anyone who read Chris Redfield's file would know about his long history of fighting bio-terrorism. Taking up the fight against B.O.W's before anyone even knew what they were. As well as being instrumental in bringing down the Umbrella corporation, the ones responsible for creating bio-organic weapons and unleashing them on the public to test their effectiveness. But even after Umbrella was gone their research still existed and began being sold on the black market. Which is what drove Chris to found the B.S.A.A along with a group of other people fighting the same war against bio-terrorism.

Director Reid smiled, seeing the two of them so willing to work together to find Chris gave him a sense of assurance that he would indeed be found. No matter how far the group tasked with locating him had to go to do it. "With that settled why don't I show you to your quarters Miriallia," he motioned with his hand for her to follow him as he turned to walk away.

Bowing her head slightly to Piers, "Have a good evening Sir." She refrained from calling him 'Captain' again. Still addressing him very formally and treating him as she would any other person of a higher rank then herself, or leading a team that she was a part of. Even if she had just been trading blows with him only moments before. Which seemed to give them a mutual understanding of each other, and the determination to succeed that they both had. Although her motivation for finding Chris was different then Piers.

The sun hung low in the sky as Miriallia turned to follow after the Director, with Piers not far behind. Joining up with the rest of the group at the entrance to the training area, she picked up her pack and everyone headed back into the main building. Director Reid and herself then parted ways with everyone else and he took her to her room in the west wing of the building. He explained to her that the entire wing was essentially like a barracks, with each one of the branch's members having a room of their own.

The hallways they walked down were lined with numbered doors. Passing by many of them before they finally arrived at her room and he unlocked the door for her before tossing her the key. "It's nothing fancy, but it has everything you'd need. Including your own shower," he swung the door open and she looked inside. It truly was just the basics, obviously mostly only used for sleeping, since the only things present were a bed, closet and a writing desk against the wall. Though with a large window on the wall and one in the ceiling, they gave it a less gloomy look.

"It'll do just fine, thank you," she bowed her head to him slightly before walking into the room. Setting her pack down by the closet before turning to look at the Director.

"I just want to thank you again for assisting us Miriallia," showing a friendly smile, despite his position as Director, Reid was a kind man. "Also, breakfast will be served in the cafeteria at 0600. Will meet after that to discuss the teams first steps in tracking down Chris Redfield. You'll find a file in the desk with all the information they've gathered on his whereabouts so far." Feeling that that was everything she needed to know he left her to get settled into her new room, closing the door as he left.

Once Reid was gone she grasped the strap for her katana and slipped it off to set the blade against the side of the bed. Stretching her arms above her head, only getting a few moments of silence before a distinct ringing sound came from inside her pack. Opening it up she pulled out something that looked like two glowing crystal cubes stacked on top of each other and attached together. With a flick of her wrist the cubes collapsed in on each other to become a singular cube, and the image of a man's face appeared within it. He was an Asian looking man, wearing a dark grey suit and navy blue tie, with medium length black hair and glasses.

"Hello my dear girl, I trust things are going well in your new home," there was a smirk present on his face as he spoke. A tone of superiority in his voice making it sound like he had something to gloat about.

"We start looking for Chris Redfield tomorrow...well discussing the plans for it at least," she smiled, "A bit of a chore getting Piers Nivans to trust me enough to let me assist them. But I think I've taken care of that issue as well, father." The man she was talking to was none other then her adoptive father.

"That's my girl. For now just keep a close eye on things around there, and do what you can to aide them without revealing your little secret," he smiled, not saying aloud just what her secret was. "I look forward to hearing from you after you've located Chris Redfield. Your doing 'The Family' proud Miri."

The Family is a secret fraternity which was founded by one of the Simmons family ancestors. With Derek C. Simmons as it's leader. The group of individuals within the organization have shaped the development of the western world for centuries from behind the scenes. With few people even knowing of their existence. Having ties to many high ranking officials around the world, there isn't much going on in the world that they don't know about. And both Miriallia and her adoptive father hold ties with them.

Without another word the connection with her father ceased and his image faded from the cube. Giving another quick snap of her wrist the cube expanded back into two. Tucking the device back into her pack she took a towel from the closet and went to take a shower. It had been a long day and her task had only just begun.