Summary.

Jill and Chris plan to pin point all of Umbrella's illegal bio-labs, by finding one of the Umbrella Corporations founders, Oswell Spencer. But the only source that may lead the pair to the Umbrella mastermind, happens to be the ex-right hand man of Oswell. His name is Edward Fielding, and he is currently locked up in a high security mental asylum. Edward agrees to talk to them, but many questions remain to be answered…

Is Edward really insane, or just a very smart man?

Was he put in the hospital for a reason, or was it Umbrella's work?

And most important. Can the ex-S.T.A.R.S members really trust him?

-----------------------------------

The Man Of Trails and Tales.

Chapter 1 - Good To See You Again.

5:30pm Saturday, 5/3/2001

Location: New Hayes, USA

The young man stood by the large pane of glass, staring at the huge Boeing 747 plane that had just landed no more than five minutes ago. It was slowly moving off the runway, heading for the connecting tunnel so its passengers could get off . The man had short light brown hair that had been spiked up with gel, and sported slight stubble, a feature that had appeared due to the stress he had been suffering from lately. Chris Redfield, the former S.T.A.R.S member had changed since his life turned for the worst in 1998. Apart from the stubble that had grown around his chin and throat area, he looked very much the same as he did three years ago. But his personal life had changed dramatically, having no social life apart from the frequent phone call and e-mail from his comrades. Chris had one purpose in life, and that was to take down Umbrella, and only then would he be able to sleep comfortably at night.

It was spring, and the weather was colder than usual, which explained Chris's dress code of a long grey coat and denim jeans. He wore a pair of black framed Oakley sunglasses to somewhat hide his identity.

It wasn't long before the plane finally came to a halt outside the connecting tunnel, and already its passengers were emerging from the opening. Chris stood to the side of the door, watching as people walked past him. His eyes followed a little girl who was holding her mothers hand, a doll in the other as she skipped along joyfully, discussing how great it had been to see grandma. The people were clueless to what went on around them, in the real world. Chris would make sure that none of these people would ever have to experience or witness what he had.

Then, a woman stepped out from the opening, stopping only a few feet ahead, others brushing past her as she seemed to studied her surroundings as if she was looking for someone. She wore a leather jacket that had been zipped up, with matching trousers and shoes. Chris could only see the back of her short brown hair, until she turned around. Chris took off his sunglasses, and they instantly recognised each other.

"Jill…" The man whispered under his breath with relief as they both walked towards each other, hidden smiles beneath their faces. Chris extended his arms outwards to give her a hug. But Jill Valentine extended her hand instead. There was a small awkward pause until Chris put one arm down, and used his other to shake hands with his comrade.

"Chris. Its good to see you again." The young woman said to him, feeling the warmth of his hand as they shook. Chris nodded back to her, before both of them withdrew their hands.

Chris turned to walk, and Jill followed by his side, both of them keeping a steady pace.

"So you have new leads?" Chris asked her, as he slipped his sunglasses into his jacket pocket, both of them heading towards escalators.

Jill nodded, her eyes swaying from side to side, just as paranoid as Chris. "No, I have a plan instead.".

"A plan? I don't believe you came all the way here from Europe to tell me you have a plan, when all you could have done was e-mail me." He replied, as the pair of them stepped onto the escalator and kept walking down them, no time to stop.

"I have to be involved this time Chris, I'm sick of being just a scout for information. I do have a plan, a solid plan, but I need your help, and your contacts. If this works, then we can pin-point every single bio-lab that Umbrella are operating in.".

Chris didn't reply back, knowing Jill was right. The only way they could discuss it in depth was is if they were in a safe location. Chris lead Jill through the airport and towards the exit, both of them maintaining silence. Things were awkward between them, but who could blame them? They had both been through a lot, and hadn't seen each other in a few a years, only keeping in contact by phone and e-mail. Stress had changed the both of them.

The cool air hit them both as they stepped onto the street, a jeep already awaiting them. With weather like this, Chris used it as an excuse for his suspicious clothing. Reaching into his pocket and pulling out a set of car keys, Chris inserted them into the door of the large black vehicle. Whilst Chris sat in the drivers seat, preparing the cars ignition, Jill was already in the passenger seat and putting on her seat belt. When both doors were closed, Chris felt it was time to speak.

"So, in a nut shell, what's the plan?" Chris asked, as he revved the car.

There was a small pause of silence, followed by a sigh from Jill. "Umbrella is a monster. To kill a monster completely, you cut off its head.".

-----------------------------------

Please Read: Okay, so If you have read the first chapter/pilot, then thank you very much, and I hope I might have interested you. I have not yet gone straight into the full storyline yet because I do feel that I need to show the strain on Chris and Jill's relationship. I will keep this story up to date frequently with new chapters, as long as I know that people are actually reviewing and giving me tips on my writing. I really appreciate reviews, tips, ideas and encouragement, and it is in fact the reviews that drive me to writing more.