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Resident Evil: In-between
Disclaimer: Resident Evil is not mine, nor is its characters, or Capcom.
Author's Note: This is my very first fanfic I have ever written, so please honesty would be much appreciated, but still, be nice. I'm aware of the timeline in my fanfic and most of the timelines in the game (Resident Evil). So don't worry I know what I'm doing. A lot of work is going to be put in this fictional story and I hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoy writing it. I would also like to say, that, although I've never been to the states, the addresses in my story are real, except for most of the buildings (made by my imagination).
Resident Evil: In-between
Chapter 1:
The Man He Is After
Date: December 17, 1997, 11:34 pm (Arlington, near Washington DC)
Being a federal leader in a case which involves a personal vendetta can become quite….extreme for F.B.I agent Edward Krivins. So extreme, it could cloud his judgment.
Staring at the office ceiling, leaning back in a comfortable black leather chair, many thoughts came to the mind of the 6 foot tall, dark skinned, Ojibwa Indian, many thoughts that involved the outcome of a very important and frustrating case. Edward wore the basic federal agent uniform, charcoal black suit, with white shirt and black tie. He also had a clean brush cut hairstyle.
Edward has been working on this case for 8 months now, and each day that passes by, he draws closer and closer to the very man he is after: Morgan Brigade. Brigade is the #7 on the F.B.I. Most Wanted List for blowing up a school bus with 32 students aboard as well as killing 3 government agents, one whom was Ed's closet friend. Of-course though that is not the only reason he is after him, no, Edward knew about Brigade even before the man became infamous on the most wanted list, even before Edward Krivins joined the bureau.
On August 1st 1995 Morgan Brigade murdered the best half of Edward, the love of his life Amanda Krivins in their home in Raccoon City. Almost their daughter, Kate, as well but she had escaped unscathed. Later that same year Krivins left S.T.A.R.S and vowed to find the man who murdered his wife.
Deep in thought, a light knock at the office door had caught Krivins' attention and he sat up straight to see who it was.
"Um….sir?" a sweet voice said. It was Caitlyn Morrick, she was short, about 5'6 in height with green eyes and blonde hair that was in a cute ponytail. She wore black rimmed glasses with a white blouse and black skirt, very attractive and extremely shy. "I….hope I….didn't interrupt?"
"No not at all, what is it." calmly spoke the agent.
"I…ah…have the reports from…ah…agent Banker…sir." she said nervously.
"Excellent, let me see them please." Completely aware of her being so nervous, Krivins gave her a kind smile as he took the file. He opened it and began to read . . . . . immediately, in anger, agent Krivins tossed the file flat on his desk, which startled Caitlyn.
"Is something wrong?" she asked.
"Yah, they found nothing at Brigade's warehouse" he coldly responded. He then placed his elbows on his desk, ran his fingers through his hair and let out a breath of air in frustration.
Caitlyn, not wanting to upset Edward anymore, thought she should leave, then the frustrated agent decided to change the subject before he freaks out, says to Caitlyn.
"So, Ms Morrick how's the family?" Smile across his face.
"Their…doing…great sir." she responded surprisingly.
"My mother is doing a lot of shopping for christmas, my father got a promotion at the hospital and…um…my brother has a part-time job in Downtown DC."
"You must be very happy." Krivins said with a short smile
"I am sir." She proudly responded.
Edward began to twist his chair around to glance out the very large window behind him. His office is on the 5th floor of the 2 year old F.B.I headquarters, right in the center of Arlington, near Quincy Park. It was snowing outside, the beautiful night sky and large sky scrapers bonded together like a painting, and the snow, so delicatly falling from the endless pit above. It all reminded him of Christmas with Amanda and Kate. His reflection clearly visible from the window, Caitlyn said with a concerned tone in her voice "Sir, if you don't mind me asking, how is your daughter?"
Wishing to avoid the subject he simply responded; "I don't know." Edward was still gazing out the window, he continued saying; "She's staying with her auntie in Raccoon City, so I haven't talked to her for quite some time……she'll be twelve in January though."
"Maybe you should…um…call her, sir." There was a long pause of silence.
"Seeing that it is almost Christmas and all……it could help, she just might want to hear fro….."
"Goodnight, Caitlyn." Krivins immediately interrupting her.
"Goodnight sir." Then she left. A sad face was upon Krivins as he started to think about the past.
"Maybe Ms. Morrick is right, maybe I should." He spoke aloud.
Turning his chair around, he glanced at the phone and started to think long and hard about what to say, but nothing came to mind.
It has been two long years since Edward seen or even spoke to Kate. After the death of Amanda, Kate blamed it all on him for not being there to save them. He loved his daughter very much, but the thought of Kate being right had brought much anger to Edward. Yet of-course he knew very well, Kate was only nine at the time and that was her only way to cope with the devastating death of her mother.
"Damn!" Krivins grunted to himself. Angry, he hopped out of his chair and quickly stepped out of his office. Right away he noticed agent Gregory Jacobs leaning back in his chair asleep with his feet on his desk and his arms dangling over the armrests.
Krivins looked around the large square room, which had many steel desks for its federal occupants, and notice that most of the agents were gone as well as most of the lights were shutdown. Staying to the sideline of the room, he walked passed several empty offices and headed straight for the restroom.
Krivins pushed the men's room door open single handedly and hurried in, as the door closed behind him he went straight for the urinal on the wall and drained the fluids. Moments later he began washing his hands, that's when Bruce Tanen walked in. a 5'9 slender man with brown comb over hair and circular glasses. He wore a black pinstriped suit with a white shirt and green bowtie.
"Edward Krivins, well, well still here" spoke Tanen with disgust. Bruce Tanen is an asshole, a man who thinks he's the best there is, a man who is pretty much a clown and despised by most of the agency. The guy personally believes he's untouchable, because his father; Hector Tanen, is the director of the whole F.B.I, and for some weird reason he always wore a bowtie.
"What the hell do you want." said Krivins with anger in his voice, still washing his hands.
"Well, two reasons." calmly spoke Tanen, as he started to walk over to the urinals. "One, I need to use this really disgusting toilet." After a few seconds, he finished his business then walked to the sink next to Edward who was drying his hands with a paper towel.
"Two, I want to piss you off so could tell my father your miss deeds, get you kicked out of the agency so I, with my brilliant mind, can take over your case and save the day." Spoke Tanen, a smirk on his snobby face.
Edward trying to restrain himself and not give Tanen what he wanted thought this is the best time to leave. As he was moving hastily to the exit, Tanen shouted "Say hi to your wife for me." Edward stopped dead in his tracks. Bruce Tanen and the entire agency knew quite well about the death of Amanda. "ooooooh, right she's fertilizer, no longer among the living, awwww." Edward burning with rage clenching his hands and teeth, wanting so badly beat him to a bloody pulp, thought "Leave, leave, leave." After standing there for a few seconds, Ed left quickly, he wasn't about to blow this whole case when he was so close to finding Brigade.
Krivins made it back to his office, still steamed because of the whole incident in the rest room. He noticed Gregory was still sleeping in the same position he was 10 minutes ago. Right away as agent Krivins stepped into his office, he saw a yellow envelope in his chair that was moved to the center of the room, someone wanted him to see the package.
He quickly stepped out of his office to see if anyone suspicious was lurking around, but the large room was pretty much empty.
"Gregory!" shouted Krivins "Gregory!"
"Wha……?" slurred agent Jacobs, nearly falling out of his chair. Jacobs removed his feet off his desk and started to wipe away drool clearly visible around his mouth.
"Did anyone come into my office?" sternly asked Krivins.
"aaaaah….no?" said agent Jacobs confused, scratching his head.
At that very moment Edward noticed Tanen walking by at the other end of the room, Tanen noticed him as well and gave Ed a salute, an evil smile across his face.
Having complete hatred for the guy, Edward gave him the finger and went back into his office. As he shut the door behind him, he then stared at the envelope. Standing there with his hand on his mouth, in a thinking manner, began wondering if he should treat the package as a bomb or grab it and find out the contents within.
Of course, Edward having no regard for his well being, grabbed the package and opened it. A small neatly folded piece of paper came out and landed in the curious agent's right hand. He unfolded it and began to read:
The man you are after murdered a friend of mine, and such acts I do not let go unpunished.
He plans on skipping town by catching an early flight at Reagan International Airport; you can nab him there or take matters into your own hands.
You will find him at an abandoned apartment complex in 20th St south, Addison Heights, you can't miss it. He is also armed and has a few thugs with him, but nothing you can't handle.
Good luck.
No signature on the letter, only a lipstick kiss was that all that remained at the bottom left hand corner of the paper just below the "good luck"
The letter is beautifully hand written in black ink and the lipstick kiss clearly states it's from a women.
Krivins, brushing aside the thoughts of who might have placed the mysterious envelope, grabbed his large coat, stormed out of his office with letter in hand, and walked pass Gregory, who was awake and working on much needed attention paperwork. "Is everything alright sir?" agent Jacobs asked.
But Edward completely ignored him and went straight for the elevators on the other side of the room. He hit the "call" button, and then stared at the letter once more to memorize the address. The doors opened, he stepped in side, turned around and hit the "parking garage" button. "Finally, my chance to end this" he said with extreme anger, that's when the elevator doors closed.
Author's note: So, what do you think? Write a reply and let me know. I have the other chapter written, I just need to revise it and write it on the computer. School, homework and some other stuff take up most of my time though, so don't expect it to be placed on here to soon. (Sorry)
Maybe lots of good replies will encourage me to get things done a little quicker. Just a thought I would like to throw out there. Thank you for reading. You are a truly dedicated fanfic reader.