Disclaimer: I don't own anything about Resident Evil (characters, story,
locations, etc...) Lea Anderson and John Thomas are my own characters. Do
not use them in your fanfics without my permission.
Author's notes: Yo! This is my new fanfic. I finally posted something on this site after a few weeks! Enjoy and LEAVE A REVIEW!!!
HCF : Revenge behind the shades
Chapter 1: The mission
By Marie B.
H.C.F. H.Q. - Nebraska - U.S.A. (April 2001)
Sitting in the dark with only a little lamp making some soft light, the young woman was silently filling her report. Writing a few more sentences, she took a pause, melting in her big black leather chair. She took out a cigarette from her jacket pocket and lit it up. Taking a good breath, she exhaled the smoke slowly, enjoying the feeling. Suddenly, she heard the door of her office opening quietly. A man, younger than her, entered. He looked pissed.
"Burnside...I didn't expect to see you that early," said the 22 years old woman.
"Argh...don't tell me that, Lea...Our source made fun of us...He sent us into a dead end!" he replied, falling heavily on a chair, in front of the woman's desk.
She laughed, before taking another puff of her cigarette. Steve stared at her. She was a beautiful young woman with long black silky hair, shiny blue eyes and an irresistible smile. Though she was elder than him, Steve wasn't looking younger than her. Her name was Lea Anderson. She entered the company 8 months ago. She quickly became friend with the young man.
"You're still smoking?" he asked.
"You're caring about my health now? Don't worry, you know that nothing can affect a B.O.W..even not cigarettes."
"Yea, I forgot...you don't look like a B.O.W."
"I hope so...I saw some photos of Captain Wesker's first B.O.W...It was really ugly!"
Both started to laugh. Then, after a few seconds, silence returned in the office. Steve sighed, passing a hand in his mid-long auburn hair. Taking another puff, Lea looked at him, frowning.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"Huh? Nothing...I'm just a little bit tired..." he replied, sighing some more.
Suddenly, Lea's eyes widened. She then grinned, opening a drawer of her desk. She then took out a wooden box from it. She handed it to her friend.
"Here. It's a little gift for you."
"A gift?" repeated the young man, a smile reappearing on his lips.
The girl nodded, swatting her cigarette in a ashtray. She watched Steve opening the box and taking in his hand the object.
Steve stared at the shiny golden gift.
"A gold Luger..." he said, looking back at Lea.
"I knew that you loved this weapon ! I found one in a gun shop a few days ago."
"Thanks...but, I don't want to keep it..." replied the young man, placing the gun back in the box and deposing it on the desk.
"Why?" asked Lea, frowning.
"It reminds me too much bad memories..." he whispered, then he suddenly stood up, heading for the door.
"Rockfort Island, huh? You still think about her ?" asked the black-haired girl.
"I was beginning to forget about her...but now...you reopened my old wounds..." he said, before leaving the young woman alone in her office.
Lea stared at the door for a few instants. She then sighed. Even after two years, Steve was still thinking about this Redfield girl...He was sometimes talking about her to the HCF agent. Steve was madly in love with her...they spent two days together, trying to survive on that island and Antarctica. Steve saved this girl a lot of times...but he also said that she saved his ass a few times too. Anyway, both were partners, but were also pretty close to each other. Though, the death of Steve changed everything. Thinking that Steve was dead, Claire went on her own. Even knowing that Wesker could resuscitate Steve, she started a new life, forgetting little by little about him. It's surely what hurt Steve the most...
Lea groaned. If that Claire could only know that Steve is alive and still loves her! Steve has been in HCF more longer than the Canadian girl. She asked him why he didn't try to contact her somehow. He told her that it's too dangerous; for himself and for Claire, because of the organisation. He couldn't take this risk. And it's like that since two years now.
Lea took another cigarette, lighting it up. When she had to think about something serious, smoking was always helping her. It was relaxing her. After a few minutes, an idea formed in her head. She quickly stood up, leaving her office. That was so easy! Why didn't she think about it, before? She headed for the bedroom of one of her team mates: John Thomas, a professional hacker. If John could find the location of Claire's house, she could go there for a little visit.
As she made her way to the normal agent quarters, Lea bumped into her superior: Albert Wesker.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Captain!" she said, blushing.
"It's okay, Miss Anderson. I was looking for you, anyway," replied the man.
"For me? What for?"
"I have a new mission for you..." he said, grinning.
~To be continued~
«Author's notes: Hiya peeps! This is my new fanfic. I think I'll put "Murderous Eyes" on the stand-by for the moment. I'm more in the mood to write this new original and fresh fanfic, hehehe...This chapter wasn't very long, but it was more like a prologue, if you want. There wasn't any action in it, I know, but I just wanted to situate the story. I hope you like this idea with the HCF agents and all this stuff. Comparing of what you may think, there's nothing lover between Lea and Steve. Like all my other fanfics, it will be a Steve/Claire fanfic, but it won't put much romantic scenes in it though...anyway! All of this will be in the future chapters! So, stay tuned for the next chapter! (if I get the time to write it ^_^;;)»
Author's notes: Yo! This is my new fanfic. I finally posted something on this site after a few weeks! Enjoy and LEAVE A REVIEW!!!
HCF : Revenge behind the shades
Chapter 1: The mission
By Marie B.
H.C.F. H.Q. - Nebraska - U.S.A. (April 2001)
Sitting in the dark with only a little lamp making some soft light, the young woman was silently filling her report. Writing a few more sentences, she took a pause, melting in her big black leather chair. She took out a cigarette from her jacket pocket and lit it up. Taking a good breath, she exhaled the smoke slowly, enjoying the feeling. Suddenly, she heard the door of her office opening quietly. A man, younger than her, entered. He looked pissed.
"Burnside...I didn't expect to see you that early," said the 22 years old woman.
"Argh...don't tell me that, Lea...Our source made fun of us...He sent us into a dead end!" he replied, falling heavily on a chair, in front of the woman's desk.
She laughed, before taking another puff of her cigarette. Steve stared at her. She was a beautiful young woman with long black silky hair, shiny blue eyes and an irresistible smile. Though she was elder than him, Steve wasn't looking younger than her. Her name was Lea Anderson. She entered the company 8 months ago. She quickly became friend with the young man.
"You're still smoking?" he asked.
"You're caring about my health now? Don't worry, you know that nothing can affect a B.O.W..even not cigarettes."
"Yea, I forgot...you don't look like a B.O.W."
"I hope so...I saw some photos of Captain Wesker's first B.O.W...It was really ugly!"
Both started to laugh. Then, after a few seconds, silence returned in the office. Steve sighed, passing a hand in his mid-long auburn hair. Taking another puff, Lea looked at him, frowning.
"What's the matter?" she asked.
"Huh? Nothing...I'm just a little bit tired..." he replied, sighing some more.
Suddenly, Lea's eyes widened. She then grinned, opening a drawer of her desk. She then took out a wooden box from it. She handed it to her friend.
"Here. It's a little gift for you."
"A gift?" repeated the young man, a smile reappearing on his lips.
The girl nodded, swatting her cigarette in a ashtray. She watched Steve opening the box and taking in his hand the object.
Steve stared at the shiny golden gift.
"A gold Luger..." he said, looking back at Lea.
"I knew that you loved this weapon ! I found one in a gun shop a few days ago."
"Thanks...but, I don't want to keep it..." replied the young man, placing the gun back in the box and deposing it on the desk.
"Why?" asked Lea, frowning.
"It reminds me too much bad memories..." he whispered, then he suddenly stood up, heading for the door.
"Rockfort Island, huh? You still think about her ?" asked the black-haired girl.
"I was beginning to forget about her...but now...you reopened my old wounds..." he said, before leaving the young woman alone in her office.
Lea stared at the door for a few instants. She then sighed. Even after two years, Steve was still thinking about this Redfield girl...He was sometimes talking about her to the HCF agent. Steve was madly in love with her...they spent two days together, trying to survive on that island and Antarctica. Steve saved this girl a lot of times...but he also said that she saved his ass a few times too. Anyway, both were partners, but were also pretty close to each other. Though, the death of Steve changed everything. Thinking that Steve was dead, Claire went on her own. Even knowing that Wesker could resuscitate Steve, she started a new life, forgetting little by little about him. It's surely what hurt Steve the most...
Lea groaned. If that Claire could only know that Steve is alive and still loves her! Steve has been in HCF more longer than the Canadian girl. She asked him why he didn't try to contact her somehow. He told her that it's too dangerous; for himself and for Claire, because of the organisation. He couldn't take this risk. And it's like that since two years now.
Lea took another cigarette, lighting it up. When she had to think about something serious, smoking was always helping her. It was relaxing her. After a few minutes, an idea formed in her head. She quickly stood up, leaving her office. That was so easy! Why didn't she think about it, before? She headed for the bedroom of one of her team mates: John Thomas, a professional hacker. If John could find the location of Claire's house, she could go there for a little visit.
As she made her way to the normal agent quarters, Lea bumped into her superior: Albert Wesker.
"Oh! I'm sorry, Captain!" she said, blushing.
"It's okay, Miss Anderson. I was looking for you, anyway," replied the man.
"For me? What for?"
"I have a new mission for you..." he said, grinning.
~To be continued~
«Author's notes: Hiya peeps! This is my new fanfic. I think I'll put "Murderous Eyes" on the stand-by for the moment. I'm more in the mood to write this new original and fresh fanfic, hehehe...This chapter wasn't very long, but it was more like a prologue, if you want. There wasn't any action in it, I know, but I just wanted to situate the story. I hope you like this idea with the HCF agents and all this stuff. Comparing of what you may think, there's nothing lover between Lea and Steve. Like all my other fanfics, it will be a Steve/Claire fanfic, but it won't put much romantic scenes in it though...anyway! All of this will be in the future chapters! So, stay tuned for the next chapter! (if I get the time to write it ^_^;;)»