Author:
Hey again. Chapter 4 yep. Smaller chapter then normal, but oh well. The next should make up for it, lol. This one has a view from Claire and Wesker.
Disclaimer:
Resident Evil is owned by Capcom. This is just my little story. I only own parts of it and Catalina to an extent. Capcom gets full credit for their story-line and characters. I do own Vinny, though, so yeah. At least for now, depending on what I do with him in the future. Right now he's kinda like Claire's 'partner' I guess you could say, lol.
Lastly:
Hope that you liked it. More coming eventually.
littlevamp: It's k. xD I lol'd too when I was writing it. It took awhile to figure out what I wanted to happen when she was at the gun shop and I was like, "fff abusive husband k!" and went with it, lol. Silly cops. And yeah, I agree. xD
Ring ring... ring ring... ri-
He snapped open his phone, pressing it against his ear. "What?" He asked angrily.
"Ada." The female voice stated who it was before continuing. "Did you buy a phone recently in Italy?" Her tone was low, cautious.
Wesker didn't immediately respond, thinking on what she had asked. Phone in Italy? "I have not stepped foot in Italy."
"Well, someone did and with your name on the bill." Ada stated, causing Wesker to stiffen in his chair.
"Send me the coordinates of its current location." Wesker clicked the line off, putting his phone back into his pocket.
He tapped his fingers on his desk, red orbs narrowed behind his black shades. Why would someone use his name to buy a cell phone? This question circled in his mind.
A few minutes later his phone buzzed. He brought it back out and tapped the screen as a text message appeared: the coordinates. He opened his laptop, bringing up a map.
He typed in the coordinates and waited while it loaded. Soon, it zoomed in on Italy, more and more until finally a restaurant flashed across the screen.
He tapped into the cameras at the restaurant with his acquired skills and a few seconds later he was watching customers appear and disappear on the screen.
He leaned forward suddenly when a figure with three bags appeared, sitting at a table in the corner. He pressed pause and enhanced the image on the video, zooming in on the person.
He noticed it was a woman clad in jeans and a much-too-big navy shirt. She was wearing brown boots. He could see little of anything from the neck up, but he did see a grey shade among the shadows of where her face would be. He played the video, watching as the woman leaned against the table, a menu in hand. He paused it, now able to identify that the grey had been her eyes and her hair.. it was black with a hint of being moist.
He blinked as a waiter set a plate of food before her and she dove in on it like a madwoman. He checked the coordinates once more and pulled up its exact location. Her table.
So she was the source of his name on a phone plan.. but the question that he wanted clarification to the most.. was her identity. How did she know him? He couldn't place a finger on her image and he had no memory of a grey eyed woman with night colored hair.
He folded his hands on his desk, eyes locked on the screen. "Hn.." He opened his phone and dialed Ada's number back.
"Keep tabs on the phone and inform me of any sudden shifts in location or use." Wesker stated as soon as the connection was up.
Ada chuckled on the other end of the line. "Will do. That all?"
"Yes." Wesker muttered.
"Until then." Ada clicked the line off.
He placed his phone once more in his pocket, leaning back in his chair. His fingers of his left hand stroked his jaw thoughtfully, but he made no other movements. His eyes flickered over to the still-moving feed and noticed that the woman was no longer there at the table. Her bags were gone as well.
His red orbs narrowed. She was on the move.
Claire awoke to the sound of ringing. She rose from her curled position on the couch, stretching her slender limbs to get the kinks out.
She stepped around the coffee table and into the kitchen, scanning for the source of the noise. Once found, she pressed the phone against her ear, staring randomly at the wall design beside her. "You've reached the Redfield residence. How may I help y-"
"Claire, I've gotten that data for you, but it's not much." A male voice interrupted her.
"Vinny? What do you have?" Claire asked, a professional tone slipping in place. She didn't even question why he called the house phone and not her cell.
"Paris, France. An Umbrella laboratory. There's activity there." Vincent's words cut through her uncertainty. So it was business after all.
"Thanks, Vinny. Keep me updated." She placed the phone back in its place before turning to observe the kitchen blankly. She needed to get packed.
She was heading to Paris, it seemed, to that lab. Vinny would direct her to the facility because that's what he did best; he was a tracker.
But first.. it was time to get out her pride and joy. Paris was just a few hours away.
She stepped out into the garage, scanning the nearly empty area until she saw the grey tarp covering a big object. Stepping over to it, she yanked the tarp off to reveal a red and silver Harley Davidson motorcycle.
Stuffing the key angrily into the ignition Claire strapped on her helmet and threw on her biker jacket. She backed it out of the garage and peeled down the road.
Time to go to Paris.