A Heart Warming 0 Reviews from the first chapter no worries I shall continue posting what i've already written if you want this fic to stay alive please R&R Oh and I forgot to mention last time I don't Own Resident Evil (If I did i'd make sure Wesker got his own game)
Chapter 2: Coincidences
Jack felt like he'd just been hit by a truck he was lying flat on his face and whatever he was lying on was cold and he spun over onto his front and as he lay there he knew instantly he was in the wrong time and place he knew he was in the wrong time because it was still daylight and he knew it was the wrong place because he could clearly see buildings towering over him, he dragged himself to his knees and chanced a look behind him and sighed with relief he'd only landed in some gooey mud.
He stood up and realised he was in some alleyway and judging by the position of the sun it had to be around noon he struggled to pull the goggles from his face as they were fused to the suit he tugged them off and he could see more clearly he glanced round and knew almost immediately he wasn't too far off his target he'd spotted a copy of the Racoon City times in a puddle close by it was dated July 10th 1998 he hoped it was a recent paper he peered round the alley corner and could see he was indeed somewhere in Racoon City there was a large banner hung across the street it read Annual Racoon flower show ST. Michaels Clock Tower the rest was obscured by a large white sticker with Cancelled in thick red letters on it the street was almost empty accept for two police officers walking away from him towards the corner he ducked back into the alley and tried to rip open his pack but it was far too durable he rummaged in a nearby dumpster till he found an empty old can he used the sharp edge to cut open his pack and then cut open the wrapping of his combat knife he slid his knife out of it's sheaf and cut the coverings over his hands once his hands were free he could see under the suit he was absolutely filthy perhaps an unexpected side effect of time travel he didn't cut any more of the suit away despite the fact it was still stabbing into him for the simple reason he was naked underneath it and he didn't want to get his clothes dirty when he changed put short he needed a shower quite badly.
He pulled his black trench coat out of his pack and released it from it's coverings with his knife slid it over his suit he then carefully sliced away his face mask and shoved it into his bag with the coat buttoned up he could at least pass as a human being he realised his pack was likely to attract attention so he emptied out a garbage bag and shoved all his well wrapped gear into it and tied the end it looked a little odd but it was a marked improvement on an oddly shaped circuit board green giant turnip he walked out of the alleyway and casually as possible walked down the street (Well as casually as someone with a large black trench coat and sack over his shoulder can be) he needed to find a showering facility quickly before he became too obvious he noticed that the streets were uncommonly empty for a summers afternoon he glanced and saw a diner tucked away in the corner of the street it was sure to have a bathroom he'd wash standing up at a basin if he had too he glanced around and saw a young woman staring at him she had lovely chess nut hair and was wearing blue jeans and a black Lycra top and she was staring straight at Jack thinking quickly he smiled and waved then quickly made for the diner he thought he saw her wave back and start walking towards a bike but he couldn't be certain he reached the door and pushed it open it was empty save a man drinking coffee behind the counter eyes glued to a television he briefly glanced round and nodded in Jacks direction then turned back to his T.V Jack approached the counter and spoke softly.
"Excuse me I don't suppose you have showering facilities in this place?"
The man turned to him and seemed to take his appearance in for a few seconds then raised an eyebrow and spoke.
"For paying customers only I'm afraid"
It suddenly occurred to Jack how uncommonly hungry he was and figured what the heck.
"Fine give me a strong coffee plenty of sugar and two stacks of pancakes"
"Fine sir and how will you be paying?"
Jack finally realised what this guy was driving at he probably looked like a hobo he smirked and fished into his coat pocket and pulled out the period currency he'd got a large roll of $50 bills he pulled two off and handed them over with a small smile
"Will that cover it?"
The man's attitude immediately changed.
"Welcome to Emmy's diner I'll have your pancakes ready for you when you finish your shower this way please"
All smiles and bows the man lead him too a door secreted in the corner he promptly unlocked the door and ushered him into the bathroom.
"Feel free to use anything in here thank you"
He quickly ducked back out and strolled away to his kitchen, Jack waited until he was sure the guy had left when he opened his pack and began cutting everything free once it was all free he put all the wrappings along with the remnants of his suit into the garbage bag and tied it all up and left it by the door he hung his fresh clothes on the hook and laid his equipment out an a bench then he showered came out looked in the mirror realised most of the dirt was still on him he showered a second time then for good measure showered again he stood in front of the mirror and slicked back his dark brown hair with the conveniently placed hair gel then noticed he was in need of a shave he carefully shaved off his black stubble and popped on some deodorant and some aftershave it suddenly occurred to him he hadn't been this well groomed and fresh smelling in his entire life he smirked at his reflection and began getting dressed it was all period clothing he'd been provided with black trousers a dark blue long sleeved shirt with a white vest underneath and of course his trench coat he put them all on and admired himself in the mirror for a moment then opened up a plastic bag amongst his equipment it contained a proper backpack specifically designed to hold his equipment so he could walk the streets without a gun strapped to his leg or something. He packed it all away and then put his watch on the time and date were both wrong but he could soon put that right he put his crisp notes into a wallet with a fake ID that had the name Jack Jones a little bit dodgy but the notion was that no one would suspect a name as dodgy as that as being an alias.
He took a final look in the mirror then put his bag on his back and picked up his garbage bag as he strolled back into the diner he noticed a guy at the counter sipping coffee and reading a newspaper the man from before came out of the kitchen with a smile and a very large stack of pancakes.
"Here you are Sir"
He drenched the pancakes in syrup and started wolfing them down the man poured him a cup of coffee and left the pot and walked along the counter to the other guy.
"Everything alright can I get you anything more?"
"Oh another cup of coffee thank you Emmy"
Jack noticed the newspapers headline and breathed an internal sigh of relief he wasn't too late, the headline read: CANNIBAL KILLERS STRIKE AGAIN.
The picture below was of a group of police officers and some ambulances being loaded with body bags, the man noticed Jack looking at the paper. Jack nodded and said.
"Ghastly business isn't it?"
"Yeah"
"Police don't seem to know what's happening"
"Hmm"
The man went back to his paper, Jack stared at him for a moment longer sure that he knew this guy from somewhere but couldn't quite put his finger on it; he went back to his pancakes a few minutes later the guy put the paper down and turned his full attention to his coffee, Jack decided to try his hand.
"That today's paper?"
"Yup please help yourself I'm done with it"
The man slid the paper down the counter to Jack then drained the last of his coffee and walked to the pay phone in the corner he put in some quarters and dialled a number.
"Hello it's me I thought you were going to meet me here… What do you mean you were here…? I did not I said 11'Clock… Fine well it's too late now I'm due back at the station see you tonight bye"
The man put the phone down and strolled to the door he called over his shoulder just as he opened the door.
"See ya later Emmy"
"Goodbye Mr Redfield"
At that Jack started coughing up his coffee Emmy stared at him until he got it under control.
"That was Chris Redfield of STARS?"
"Yes you know him or something?"
"By reputation only"
Jack thought about running after him and telling him everything but remembered he'd been given strict orders to meddle as little as possible he finished his coffee slowly as he read the paper trying to take in all the current events of course most of the pages contained various reports comments and images of the recent brutal murders but he got enough local knowledge to be able to chip into any conversation thrown his way last of all he put the correct date into his watch July Seventeenth 1998 he was quite early perhaps a more subtle approach could be used in the events to come. He put the empty cup down and went to the pay phone and dialled up the Operator.
"Excuse me Operator could you give me the correct time please?"
Next Time: Jack Infiltrates STARS
