Chapter 3: A Chance
Several years had passed since the Rockfort Island incident and Claire's death. Chris headed off to join some anti bio-terrorism group that was being funded by pharmaceutical companies that rivalled Umbrella.
The good news was that Umbrella collapsed after the deaths of Alfred and Alexia and the Raccoon City atrocity that happened earlier that year. However there had been no signs of Wesker or the people he was now working with.
Steve had spent the last seven years trying to live a 'normal' life, but he couldn't move on and of course he could never forget the girl who had given him his salvation, Claire Redfield. He lived his life for her, in a way he thought she would want him to live.
A life worthy of her memory.
One day he received an email from Chris saying he had begun work with an organisation known as the BSAA who fought bio-terrorism and they had discovered something that he would definitely want to see.
'Sounds urgent, I better get going and see what it's all about.'
Well nothing could have prepared him for what he saw and heard. He had flown to Washington and met Chris in BSAA headquarters and all the hallways looked the same that he was amazed that Chris knew where he was going.
He was stumbled into a conference room, where Chris and a bunch of BSSA operatives were waiting for him.
"Show him." Chris demanded and a lady with short blonde hair walked over to him and placed two photos down on the table in front of him.
Steve stared down at the photos, and cautiously picked them up. The first one was a picture of a woman with long blonde hair and silver eyes and he was about to ask who it was when Chris supplied the answer.
"Her name is Jill Valentine, she was my partner. We believed she was dead after the two of us had an encounter with Wesker back at Spencer's mansion." Chris sighed heavily and rubbed his temples. "Look at the other one; it's why I called you in here."
He frowned in confusion, unsure what to make of Chris' statement. But when he placed the second photo in front of the one of Jill, he felt the world stop around him and the air fly out of his lungs.
It was a small portrait picture of a woman in her mid-twenties, she had shoulder length brown hair and the strangest crimson eyes. But her face, he would recognise it anywhere, it haunted his dreams, his nightmares, it was the face he had fallen in love with.
"Is it really her?" He barely manages to ask, he can't say her name as it's been so long. He can feel tears threatening to fall and he realises he hasn't cried since her death.
"I know my sister when I see her." Was Chris' reply as he crossed his arms over his chest and nodded at one of the men in the room who returned the nod as confirmation to go ahead. "That photo was taken in Africa along with the one of Jill, bio-terrorism is building up there and so I'm heading in to get some answers."
"I'm going with you." Steve said with a determination that he hasn't had in years. "Knowing that there's a chance she's alive, I have to go, there's no choice about it."
"I had a feeling you'd say that and with you're experience, you'll be a great help. Is tomorrow too soon for you to depart?" The blonde lady asked him as she typed something on the only laptop in the conference room.
"Tomorrow is perfect." Both Steve and Chris replied in unison.
Meanwhile somewhere in Africa Wesker and Excella were having a meeting in one of their facilities. The room was dark and Wesker was sat on the black leather sofa next to Excella who was putting away the used needle back into her briefcase.
Two other figures were also in the room, one was covered in a cloak with a mask covered her face so others would not know her identity and the other one was staring out of the observation window down into the laboratory below.
"I have heard that BSSA operatives will be working their way here in a few days." Excella said as she stood up and made her way to leave the dark room. "I do hope they enjoy the surprise we left for them."
"Yes indeed, they won't be expecting Las Plagas here and by the time they realise that's not the real threat it will be far too late." Wesker too stood up and made his way over to the figure standing by the window and placed his right hand under the chin and forced the person to look up at him.
"What would you like me to do, Wesker?" A female voice asked him, waiting for instruction like any military personnel would.
"Well I'm sure Chris Redfield will be making an appearance after those photos we leaked of the two of you. I say when the time is right; we give him a warm welcome, don't you?" He smirked as he knew she would do anything he asked.
"As you wish Wesker." She replied and turned her face away from him and returned her gaze back onto the people in the room below.
"Claire, you are by far the most advanced creations on this Earth. You have nothing to fear, he shall pay for leaving you to die." He spoke and his words had two meanings and everyone but Claire knew the true meaning behind them.
"Perhaps I was blessed in having my memories lost to me."
A/N: I know it's short but it's setting up the situation in how they are brought back together. The story now goes into Resident Evil 5. Please let me know what you think.
