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The phone was ringing.
That sound, like music to his ears, meant something to him. It meant hope, or pain treading on his heart.
Still, Hell or high waters, he'd answer it always. So, with only a glance at the clock that read "1:56 AM", he answered it.
Still a bit groggy, Christopher Redfield's words were slurred when he greeted, "Agent Redfield, BSAA, who's this?"
A charming voice answered in a polite- but clipped- tone immediately. "Hello Mister Redfield. Apologies for the late call, but I happen to have some information regarding a case of yours."
He sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. "A case? But I'm not on a case." He replied in bewilderment. The man on the other end chuckled.
"Why, agent, you and I both know otherwise. There's one case you're always on top of. Always tracking."
Chris stared at the wall, then slowly phrased his question. "Who is this?" He demanded.
"For all intents and purposes, you may call me Alpha. But I believe the name the court would give me is 'whistleblower'. The information will be delivered at Eight Eh Em sharp." The voice drawled. "To your office directly. And if anyone asks, it's a gift from an old friend. In it, you'll have more than enough to put away our... Friends."
The brunette frowned at these words. "Why help, then, Alpha? Why get involved?"
The laugh answering him was deep and hearty. "Because, Mister Redfield. If there is one thing I crave, it's Justice properly served. Have a wonderful rest of your night."
The phone went dead, only a 'click' to end their conversation.
When he set it back down, he smiled at the cheap motorola flip phone he had, thinking.
Wading though high waters never felt so damn good.