Chapter 2: Arrival
During the raid on the Scotland facilities, Leon and Jill had discovered the existence of another Umbrella-owned island hidden deep in the South Pacific. The island had been bought about thirty years ago by the Ashfords, who renamed it Ashford Island. There were other islands within a one-hundred mile radius, and in the last decade or so, the locals began calling it "Death Island." This was, of course, due to the fact that many tourists had never returned from the island.
The chartered plane glided smoothly over the turquoise waters of the Pacific Ocean, en route to Ashford Island. The passengers on board were unusually quiet. One would've never guessed that they were reunited only a week ago, but they were all exhausted from all the travel they'd done in that time. Jill glanced over at Chris sitting peacefully, seemingly lost in thought.He looked toward her and she nodded toward Leon and Claire who were both sleeping, Claire's head resting comfortably on Leon's shoulder. Claire had not been having nightmares recently, and Chris felt it had more to do with Leon's presence than his own. Chris was happy for his sister because he knew that she harbored romantic feelings toward Leon, ever since their ordeal in Raccoon City. He knew his sister had feelings for Steve as well, but they weren't of a romantic nature, more like a close friend. He remembered being wary of Leon at first, not because he mistrusted the ex-RPD rookie, but because he didn't want his sister to become involved with a cop. He couldn't stand the idea of her sitting at home, and recieving news that her boyfriend or husband had been killed on duty. Claire assured him that he was just being too much of a big brother, "You know," she'd told him, "overprotective to a fault." Chris had worked with Leon briefly before reuniting with Claire, and again after Antarctica. He could see that Leon was far better at his job than the average rookie, and that eased his mind alot. He decided that Leon reminded him of himself in many ways, and was glad to have him on their side.
Leon and Claire woke up as the plane began it's approach to the island. "Are we there yet?" Leon asked with a yawn. "Take a look, sleepy-head." quipped Chris. "Wow!!" exclaimed Leon, as he looked out the window at the seemingly beautiful island below. "What a tragedy," said Jill, snapping Leon out of his awe-inspired daze. "Yeah, you're right," said Leon, immediately understanding what Jill meant. "Such a damned waste!" Chris added, "Those bastards," he said, referring to Umbrella, "They destroy everything they touch."
Somewhere on the island, in a monitor room of another Umbrella complex, Albert Wesker watched patiently as the small sea-plane began it's descent. He had cameras everywhere, but the one that he always kept an eye on, was the one that scanned the beach, where would-be intruders had to come ashore. He knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that the passengers were the RPD elite. He was a patient man, and he knew, eventually, he would come face-to-face with Redfield and friends. He thought of it as a 'rendezvous with fate,' and as he watched the plane continue it's approach, he looked in another monitor to see his bait, Barry Burton and Rebecca Chambers, sitting in their musty, dungeon-like cell. Wesker thought with a smile: "Oh little fishy, come see my hook."
During the raid on the Scotland facilities, Leon and Jill had discovered the existence of another Umbrella-owned island hidden deep in the South Pacific. The island had been bought about thirty years ago by the Ashfords, who renamed it Ashford Island. There were other islands within a one-hundred mile radius, and in the last decade or so, the locals began calling it "Death Island." This was, of course, due to the fact that many tourists had never returned from the island.
The chartered plane glided smoothly over the turquoise waters of the Pacific Ocean, en route to Ashford Island. The passengers on board were unusually quiet. One would've never guessed that they were reunited only a week ago, but they were all exhausted from all the travel they'd done in that time. Jill glanced over at Chris sitting peacefully, seemingly lost in thought.He looked toward her and she nodded toward Leon and Claire who were both sleeping, Claire's head resting comfortably on Leon's shoulder. Claire had not been having nightmares recently, and Chris felt it had more to do with Leon's presence than his own. Chris was happy for his sister because he knew that she harbored romantic feelings toward Leon, ever since their ordeal in Raccoon City. He knew his sister had feelings for Steve as well, but they weren't of a romantic nature, more like a close friend. He remembered being wary of Leon at first, not because he mistrusted the ex-RPD rookie, but because he didn't want his sister to become involved with a cop. He couldn't stand the idea of her sitting at home, and recieving news that her boyfriend or husband had been killed on duty. Claire assured him that he was just being too much of a big brother, "You know," she'd told him, "overprotective to a fault." Chris had worked with Leon briefly before reuniting with Claire, and again after Antarctica. He could see that Leon was far better at his job than the average rookie, and that eased his mind alot. He decided that Leon reminded him of himself in many ways, and was glad to have him on their side.
Leon and Claire woke up as the plane began it's approach to the island. "Are we there yet?" Leon asked with a yawn. "Take a look, sleepy-head." quipped Chris. "Wow!!" exclaimed Leon, as he looked out the window at the seemingly beautiful island below. "What a tragedy," said Jill, snapping Leon out of his awe-inspired daze. "Yeah, you're right," said Leon, immediately understanding what Jill meant. "Such a damned waste!" Chris added, "Those bastards," he said, referring to Umbrella, "They destroy everything they touch."
Somewhere on the island, in a monitor room of another Umbrella complex, Albert Wesker watched patiently as the small sea-plane began it's descent. He had cameras everywhere, but the one that he always kept an eye on, was the one that scanned the beach, where would-be intruders had to come ashore. He knew, beyond the shadow of a doubt, that the passengers were the RPD elite. He was a patient man, and he knew, eventually, he would come face-to-face with Redfield and friends. He thought of it as a 'rendezvous with fate,' and as he watched the plane continue it's approach, he looked in another monitor to see his bait, Barry Burton and Rebecca Chambers, sitting in their musty, dungeon-like cell. Wesker thought with a smile: "Oh little fishy, come see my hook."