II.
The next morning Chris contacted Sherry Birkin. He didn't say anything about her "Uncle Al's" real status, and he said that he simply wanted to talk to Jake about something important. Sherry obliged and passed along Jake's number, wished him well and promised to come by and visit him if she'd have the time, and hung up. Chris quickly dialed the number given to him and waited almost impatiently for the young man to come up at the other end of the line. He tapped his foot until finally after a few moments, he got an answer, "This is Jake Muller… I mean, Wesker, who is this?"
Chris' face lit up when he realized that it wasn't the answering machine—plus, the fact that the kid even used his father's last name, "oh hey Jake, this is Chris Redfield; do you remember me?"
There was a brief pause before he got the next response, "oh yeah, the BSAA guy. What's up?"
"Uh… I was just thinking if you have the time to talk with me personally. I got something really important to tell you—and I mean it."
"Wait a sec, how'd you even get my number?"
Chris rolled his eyes, "from Sherry Birkin. I'm sure you remember her a lot. Listen, I want you to get to the soonest flight available to the U.S., and we'll meet up as soon as you get here, is that cool?"
Chris took advantage of the brief pause to put his phone on loudspeaker so that Wesker could hear his son's voice for the very first time as he suddenly appeared beside him, "nah, I don't think so. I don't have that much money on me. If you thought that I got my fifty mill then you got it all wrong, I sent an SMS to Sherry and lowered my asking price to fifty fucking dollars just to impress her!"
Chris and Wesker snorted a laugh, "I see, don't worry about it, I got you covered. Just bring all of your stuff with you and I'll book you a flight."
"Could you please just tell me what's going on?"
"Do you still want that fifty million dollars?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Wesker whispered angrily as he tried to grab the phone from Chris who retaliated back by covering the blonde's mouth with his free hand, "ssh! I got this honey," he whispered back.
"Stop messing around, man," Jake replied, he was mystified but eager to get the money at the same time, especially now that he really needed it.
"I'm serious! Get your ass over here to the United States and we'll talk, it's that simple!"
"Is it about my blood sample again? I thought that was done for?"
"No, it isn't about your blood or the other shit that the government randomly came up with, it's about your father!" Chris finally revealed just to get their conversation over with.
Jake finally found the sense of the whole situation and considered his chances of getting his much needed money. He quickly came up with a decision, "alright. So when do I leave?"
"How about today, son?"
"Are you fucking kidding me? Do you even realize that it's one in the morning in here?"
"The sooner you get on that plane, the sooner you'll get the money that your dad left you."
Wesker sighed heavily as Chris mouthed the words, "he's gonna do it I swear…"
"Fine! I'm leaving at five," Jake finally replied.
"Great, call me when you get here."
"Okay, but—"
Chris cut him off and hung up, he didn't want Jake to whine even more about things, "I see that he's going to be a spoiled one."
"Hopefully not too much," Wesker said, "but I sure want to spoil him a little to make up for all the lost time."
"Sounds fair enough to me. I'll be picking him up at the airport then, wanna come along?"
"Chris, I am deeply embarrassed to tell you this, but I may not be able to contain myself. I'd rather stay here at home and wait."
"It's a deal. I'm sure everything will be okay."
Jake arrived at the airport almost two days after he made the call. The flight was strenuous since Edonia wasn't a nearby country, and he was tired. He also got the privilege to suffer from the talkative passengers that constantly wanted to strike a conversation with him. He pulled out his phone from his pocket and called Chris, just like what he was told to do.
"Jake?" Chris spoke from the other line.
"Yeah, I just arrived and should I wait for you to come pick me up?"
"Yes, yes, I'll be there in twenty minutes. Wait for me, okay?"
"Sure thing," he replied as he hung up.
He found an empty seat in the passenger's lounge and stretched his legs. He felt good and it hasn't been ten seconds when a familiar female voice called out to him, "Jake! What are you doing here?" It said. He turned around to see Sherry, who had a look of awe on her face.
"Sherry?"
"Oh my god, Jake, are you stalking me?"
Jake snickered, "hell no, I'm here to talk to the BSAA guy Chris Redfield."
"Really? I'm also here to visit him! Let's go and meet him up together then."
"Relax, he's coming to pick me up."
"Oh, okay," Sherry replied as she took the seat beside Jake.
They talked away the remaining minutes of their waiting time until Chris finally arrived with a smile on his face, "well I'll be damned," he said in awe.
