Chapter One: A New Assignment
Disclaimer: I don't
actually own Resident Evil or anything actually affiliated with it.
At all. So there you go. Please review, so I can decide weather to
continue or not. I'm sorry this first chapter is so slow, but I'm
trying my best.
Morning. As the sun rose on Middington, John Peel rose with it. He washed, dressed, had breakfast and went off to work. To the small private airfield, just outside Middington. Where he would take the jet his employers sent every morning. His new employers; until two months ago, John had been an unemployed semi-expert on radical viral bioweapons. He had actually chosen this as the thing to study in tertiary education because it sounded the "coolest"; he realized later that there was really no call for that kind of study in Middington, a small town in the English Midlands.
So, when he got a call a day after his 23rd birthday requesting an interview for a job which directly required this knowledge, he assumed that someone was playing a practical joke. Where they'd got hold of his number (indeed, how they knew he would be useful) was beyond John. He figured they were a relatively new company as well; he'd never heard of them before, though their name did remind him of something in the news a few years ago. Something about a pharmaceutical company who had had their assets liquidized by the US government. He couldn't think why the name "Parasol Inc." made him remember it as such, apart from the connection that they were both companies which as well as producing medicines delved slightly in viruses and the like as well. This is where John came in.
Parasol would sometimes get offers from people who wanted to sell their ideas and specimens of new infectious weaponry, and John would go (along with a small squad of Parasol's guards, for protection, of course) to where the seller was situated and inspect the product, as it were. John didn't really like the idea that these weapons would then be used in warfare, but the job paid well, and it wasn't as if he directly killed any people; he was just a facilitator.
He had already acquired for them one virus; quite a gentle one, actually; it modified people's bodies to make them feel very, very tired all the time. This was really something you could do with sleeping gas or the like, but as it was so infectious (the common cold not even coming close) it might be useful for further research by Parasol's scientists. Even so, the company didn't pay the maker much for it. They were (for a pharmaceuticals and otherwise company) not that rich, and so they generally didn't pay that well. Luckily, no other companies had wanted it and so the developer had been forced to sell to Parasol. John knew they already had some samples of other viruses; the companie's vice-president (Wester, John thought his name was) had samples gained during industrial espionage, as it were.
All of this was going though John's mind as he neared the airfield. Today he would receive his new assignment, and that meant that he'd probably be away from home for a few days, at least. Bibbles, his cat had been left with a neighbour, so really there was nothing to worry about. Smiling, John parked his car a little way off, and began to stroll toward the runway, where the jet to work had already landed.
There we go... sorry it's so short, I belive in short but many rather than long but few chapters. Later ones will probably be longer. Please R&R. Reveiws make the world go round. And I know I'm rubbish at writng, but practice makes perfect!