Disclamer: Don't own any of the Resident Evil Characters.
Twisted Vengeance
Chapter One: Salvage
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A dirty silver jeep bounced along a dusty pothole ridden road, its headlights; bouncing up and down, the only sign of life for miles in the dark wilderness. Inside the vehicle the windows were rolled up tight with the air cooling on max as the only two passengers wearily held there groans in at each jarring pothole.
"Do you honestly think that there is going to be anything left?" The driver, a petite woman with pale skin, tired but fierce black eyes and stylish boy cut black hair under a worn navy blue military cap, asked her companion.
"There has to be…" the man replied with an audible English accent, as his fingers played with a band that pulsed blue around his left wrist. The women stared at him from the corner of her eye as well as keeping the vehicle from skidding off on the weaving road. His features were eerily highlighted from the dashboard lights; nicely fitted khaki pants with a button up white shirt, slightly open at the collar, his silver rimed glasses glowed but she knew his eyes were a clear blue and his slightly silver-black colored hair neatly combed to aside. Handsome and proper looking. She wondered what a man like him would be doing in a place like this. Well, it really wasn't her place to ask questions, she was simply ordered to assist, protect, and comply with any of Mr. Downing's requests.
So they were in Africa, well West Africa heading to the coast where they would meet up with a chopper that would eventually take them to some died down volcano—or something. Downing wasn't to detailed, all she knew was that they were to search for any samples that would help in his research, which she found odd—it was a volcano how would anything have survived?
All in all, she didn't care much, nor about all the science talk that he would blabber about every once in a while, she just wanted to get paid. And keep the Mr. Frederic Downing alive and within sight or else her head would be served on a platter to her superiors. And that was no joke, she'd seen it happen a few time before.
The man in a brown suite would pass by her quarters in the dorms she shared with the other operatives, his trolley squeaking, a silver tray revealing the horror stricken face of a man or women that had failed their mission in some way. It was funny, she never heard a single scream from any of those who were murdered. They never knew what was coming for them.
She remembered her Captains words when he handed over a file on her task, 'Mr. Frederic Downing is a very important asset. Keep him safe and your ass will not be terminated.' Ah, captain he always had a way with words. Damn jerk-off.
Her attention was called back to the land before her as a few lights came into view. She parked the beaten jeep next to a small building that looked like it was ready to fall at the smallest of puffs from the wind.
She quickly surveyed the area before she completely turned off the automobile, assessing for any signs of danger, much to the dislike of Mr. Downing who let out a loud sigh. Somebody was an eager beaver.
There was a well kept gray helicopter farther down a trail, from the angled stucco building, with a few lights outlining the landing pad and farther still was a drop off into the black ocean.
Switching off the engine, once she was satisfied, she unlocked the doors. The humid African night air hitting her like well aimed punches. So much for a sea breeze, hell and she had thought her hometown was hot…
Securing the handgun strapped to her side, she led the way to the front of the building, Downing silently fallowing behind her. It amazed her that she had not heard a single complaint since this whole journey had started.
She could hear laughter coming from behind the dingy wooden door that was dimly light by a bare light bulb above her head, a slight fizzing sounded every time a fly got close. She guessed there to be about three people inside.
She turned to face Downing, "Stay here, this shouldn't take long."
Downing frowned but nodded. She watched him step back and walk close to a few clumps of tall grass a few feet away. "And try not to get bitten by any snakes." She called out in a humored tone. Frederic's head wiped back to face her, but she had already stepped through the threshold.
A single bulb lit the dingy room. She quickly noted the AK-74 assault rifles and a rusted ax leaning against the far wall to her right, as well as another entry way that led off to a dark corridor.
Immediately all talk and laughter stopped upon her entrance. The three dark skinned men openly stared at her, she merely blinked at there behavior, no point in letting her eyes dry out to prove some point. Two of them were playing cards, a pile of cash plus some cigarettes and a little orange diamond lay between them, while the third in a dusty red shirt watched the card game. After a few moments of tense silence the man in red who had been sitting on a stool with a bottle in one hand and a cheap cigarette in the other slowly stood to his full height.
"You are Cherno?" his thick accent made his words sound clipped.
"Yeah."
One of the card players in a faded blue shirt and tattered gray shorts snorted and gave her a malicious smirk. "Whats ah girl like you wanting to do at ah place like this, eh?"
Cherno held back an eye roll. Slowly but with the most natural motion, she brought her hand up to rest on her gun handle. All eyes were instantly drawn to the black metal.
While she had revealed her piece her other hand had grabbed at a brown paper bag that was stuffed behind in her belt.
The feeling in that stuffy little room was getting tense by the second.
"I hope, you don't make it a habit of messing with paying clients. It's a real downer for business." She waved the paper bag at the man in red, assuming he was the boss of this shit hole.
His black eyes locked onto hers as he reached across the table and plucked the bag out of her hand.
"Half now, half later." The military capped women said, her voice dripped with boredom, not that anyone noticed. The boss was too busy peering into the bag, eyes widening at the contents while cracked lips stretched into a thin smile.
Ah money, the universal language.
He quickly stuffed the bag into his own belt and barked out orders at the two card players who had been watching the man in red the whole time. The silent card player sprang to his feet and quickly ran past Cherno, while the other 'blue' player slowly stood giving her a hard stare.
Guess this was his time off.
Another bark from the main man had 'blue' moving out the door she came through earlier, but not without some curses in his own language. She pretended not to understand and gave him a shrug.
The boss sat back onto the stool, rubbing his grimy hands together the smile still on his face. "Where would you like to go?"
She opened her mouth to respond but there was an arm outstretched next to her head.
"These are the coordinates." Frederic handed over a small paper.
The dark skinned man looked at the paper then back at the two people standing at his threshold. "You want to go here?"
Cherno squinted her eyes, "I find, that it is best if you do not ask questions."
The boss man met her dark eyes, and quickly looked away.
"Fine. Then we will go now." He said and motioned for them to follow out the door and to the landing pad.
"Cherno, I have a feeling that things are going to start looking up for me from here on out." Downing happily stated as he walked past her.
Cherno stained silent.
TBC
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In light of some horrifying news, my inner Wesker FanGirl has decided to flip capcom the bird and revive Wesker in her own way....
Pleas Review they might just get me to update faster, maybe.
And I apologize for any grammar, spelling, and word issues that might present themselves here. I sucked at english.
