Here's the next chapter of "Resident Evil: Mistaken Identity"! Thanks again to everyone who has reviewed so far. :) Don't forget to read and review this chapter as well!
DISCLAIMER: Only the Fagan sisters are mine.
A screen full of snow greeted Wesker after Alexis had discovered the secret tracking device and thrown it off the cliff. He had known it would only be a matter of time before she found it and wondered why it was there. Right now, she, Jill, and Irving were making their way over to the oil fields just beyond the marshlands, from what Excella had told him after getting in touch with Irving. It looked like that would be their only method of communication now.
"I still don't understand why you felt the need to track them in the first place," Excella said as she and Wesker sat in the main control room of the facility, "I trust them completely, especially Irving."
"That's you, Excella," Wesker replied sharply, drumming his fingers on the desk in front of him. At the same time, though, he realized that maybe he needed to trust Excella's judgment. After all, she had worked with Irving for a long time, so she knew him really well. Plus, she was also helping to keep him stable with the PG67A/W serum she injected into him every day.
"Irving says that the three BSAA agents nearly captured him," Excella continued, "But he got away before they could do anything."
Wesker tensed up. "He should have disposed of them right then and there," he mumbled.
"He was outnumbered. And Jill and Alexis had to bail him out before it got serious." Excella then frowned.
"By the way," she continued, "Didn't I tell you a long time ago that that Fagan brat spelled trouble?"
Wesker nodded curtly. "So you did," he mumbled, "What do you want me to do about it?"
"I want you to get rid of her. She's hindering our progress and influencing Jill. Jill has already snapped out of it a few times thanks to Alexis." Excella ran her hands across the briefcase that she always carried with her.
Wesker considered Tricell's CEO's request for a minute and frowned. "As a god," he started, "That's my decision to make, not yours."
Excella shrugged. "It was just a suggestion, Albert," she said, "Just think about it. You don't really have a use for her, anyway."
And though Excella Gionne couldn't see it, Wesker just smiled to himself. In his eyes, there was a use for everyone.
Audrey…
"Won't this flying beast just die already?" I asked while Chris, Sheva, and I took on some kind of cross between a bat and a caterpillar. After discovering that Irving and his mysterious, cloaked partner were heading for some oil fields close to the marshlands, we decided to go after them. Along the way, a dozen villagers tried to attack us, but some conveniently placed turret guns took care of them. Which was how we found ourselves fighting this "baterpillar," as I liked to call it.
Conveniently, there were a couple of proximity bombs in the vicinity, and we used these to our advantage. While Sheva shot the beast in its weak spots, Chris and I laid out the proximity bombs for it, and once it recovered, it stepped on the bombs, stunning itself long enough for us to shoot it dead with everything we had. This situation is getting weirder every minute, I thought to myself once the baterpillar was vanquished. It flew into the air, and after Chris delivered the final blows to it, it crashed into the overturned truck in front of us and then fell off the cliff, taking the truck with it.
"At least that's over with," Sheva commented, reloading her shotgun, even though we were all left with barely any ammo after that. We moved to the edge of the cliff to watch as the baterpillar continued to fall when we suddenly heard the sound of a jeep. We turned to our left and noticed the BSAA symbol on the side.
"Chris, Sheva, Sam!" he cried, "Get in!"
"Yes, sir!" I replied as we climbed in and took off. It was nice to be able to sit down for a little bit instead of running around for nearly the whole day. Now that we were sitting, I watched the sunset again and noticed how gorgeous it was. How could that still be beautiful when the area around here was in chaos? Alexis always liked sunsets, I reflected randomly, Oh, God, where is she?
"Hey," the driver of the jeep spoke up, who had introduced himself as Dave, "Are you three all right? You look washed out."
Upon hearing this, the three of us sighed collectively. "It's been a long day," Chris replied, also gazing at the sunset and lost in his own thoughts once more. What was he thinking about?
Hours later, we were driving along in the Savannah, and a slight breeze rushed over us, to our relief. The temperatures were dropping. Night time would be here soon. In the back, where we were sitting, Sheva was passing each of us a few eggs she had collected in Kijuju, and we were eating them slowly so that we could enjoy them. Who knew when the next opportunity to eat would come?
"I heard about Irving," Dave called to us from the driver's seat, "Tough break."
"Yes," Sheva agreed, "But there will be other opportunities." She radioed in to HQ.
"Sheva to headquarters," she reported.
"This is headquarters," our good friends at HQ replied back, "What's your situation?"
"There's a high probability that Irving is on his way to an oil field in the marshlands. We're rejoining Delta Team and heading there now," Sheva responded.
"Understood." We fell silent for a few more minutes until the sound of motorcycles caught our attention.
"Look!" I gasped, pointing into the Savannah, and we all looked up to see dozens of Majini on motorcycles. They were shouting in Swahili at the top of their lungs and laughing in their attempt to catch up with us.
"Ah!" Chris gasped, "We've got company!"
"They don't let up, do they?" Sheva added.
"Quick!" Chris cried, "You take that gun, and I'll take this one!" Sheva grabbed the gun on the bottom and then, turning to me, Chris added, "Keep your head down!" I crawled to the side of the jeep, well out of the way of stray bullets.
"Do what you got to do to stop 'em! But don't get too trigger happy or the guns'll overheat! If that happens, we'll be an easy target till they cool down!" Chris shouted.
"Roger!" Sheva replied, and from the driver's seat, Dave floored it while the villagers on bikes gave chase. I took out my machine gun and pointed it at any Majini that got too close for the others to aim with the turret guns. Chris and Sheva took a considerable amount of damage and the guns overheated a few times while we sped through the Savannah in the wildest car chase of our lives. I had seen plenty of them on television and in movies, but now that I was involved in one, it was way more heart-pounding than the media made it look.
"We've got some sharp curves up ahead!" Dave warned, "Hold on tight!" I stashed my machine gun and grabbed onto the side of the truck while Chris and Sheva did the same. I screamed as the jeep flew around the sharp curve and tilted a little bit as if it was about to flip over. The tires screeched and left marks in the grass as well. Dirt flew into the back of the truck but then cleared away once the sharp curve was over. We righted ourselves again, and Chris and Sheva took over the turret guns once more. More determined than ever to eliminate us, more Majini on motorcycles drove behind us and shot at us. A truck appeared next to the jeep as well, and the driver blew the horn at us the whole time.
While we took down the trucks and the motorcycles, we received a transmission from Josh. "This is Captain Stone, Delta Team. I just received word from HQ. Based on the data you received from that hard drive, most of the townspeople have been infected by the parasites known as Las Plagas. The data refers to the infected as Majini," Josh explained over the din from the guns and explosions. Las Plagas! I thought in horror, Again?
Then I remembered; that was why Ada Wong had gone to Spain in the first place: to get a sample of Las Plagas for Wesker. For "S". Tricell! That was what Krauser had told me all those years ago. I can't believe I didn't see it before!
"What does this have to do with Uroboros?" Chris asked through the headset.
"You got me. They didn't say."
"Looks like the only way we're getting answers is from Irving." Josh hung up, and we continued to speed through the Savannah, no longer able to take in the beautiful sunset. At the same time, my stomach turned; I could tell Chris and Sheva what I knew. About Tricell, about Wesker, about everything! But then I would have to explain myself. I would have to reveal that I took part in the incident in Spain, as well as how I worked for Wesker. Besides, something else was telling me not to reveal this information, and to let Chris and Sheva find out for themselves. It was all part of the game, I guess.
"It's gonna get bumpy!" Dave shouted, "Hang on!" The three of us braced ourselves as Dave accelerated and drove the jeep into the air for a minute. It sailed (making our stomachs zoom up to our throats) before it crashed down to the other side. The jeep rocked back and forth a little bit before righting itself again…and coming across more sharp curves. Once again, we held on to the side of the jeep as we flew around the curves and then continued to shoot at some more villagers. Along the way, Josh announced that more of Delta Team was being attacked, so we decided once we shook off the rest of the Majini, we would go and assist them.
All around us, the sky continued to darken, the grass became greener, and the trees were more lush. Up ahead was a road block, with several explosives blocking our way.
"What the…?" Dave shouted, "There's no getting past that truck unless you three do something about it." Chris and Sheva turned their guns over to the road block and blew up all the barrels, killing the Majini and blowing up the truck. "Nice!" Dave complimented.
But our victory was short-lived after that, for another truck was driving next to us and trying to push us off of the road. "He's trying to ram us into the river!" Dave shouted, "Do something!"
With a few final blows, Chris and Sheva blew up the truck, allowing us to move forward. More Majini on bikes chased us, but as soon as Dave made a daring leap across the broken bridge up ahead, they stopped and didn't follow us anymore. "Suckers!" I shouted, waving at them in a taunting manner. By now, the sun had completely set, and my joyful mood quieted down as we moved through the dark village, where the bodies of Delta Team were scattered all around the premises.
"What could have done this?" Sheva asked, her voice breaking a little bit.
"Poor Delta Team," I added.
As we climbed out of the jeep and raced around the village, we suddenly heard a rumbling noise. "What was that?" Dave asked.
"Quick! Hide behind the jeep!" Chris whispered, and guns out, we did so. But our cover did not last for long; the jeep suddenly flew into the air.
"Look out!" Chris cried, not bothering to keep his voice down, as we looked up and saw…El Gigante? Or something that looked like it at least. This one was covered in cloth and spikes, and had a beard. From a corner far away, I thought I heard a few voices whisper, "Ndesu." That must be the name of this beast, I thought to myself.
The sound of breaking bones pulled me out of my thoughts, and I looked over to see Ndesu step on Dave. "Oh my God!" I cried, since I wasn't expecting that at all.
"Oh, shit!" Chris cursed, "Go go go! To the truck!" And we began running like we'd never run before while Ndesu tried to squash us like he had squashed Dave. A few times, it nearly got us, but we always dodged at the last minute. We climbed onto the truck while Chris and Sheva again took over the turret guns.
"Take this, you ugly bastard!" Sheva shrieked as they opened fire. I stayed down the whole time while Ndesu prepared to attack. He walked awfully close to the truck at times, but we managed to hold him back until he finally staggered backwards and something ripped at the seams.
"Look!" Sheva cried, "There's something coming out of it! We should try aiming at those!" Sure enough, there were parasites poking out of some rips in the loincloth, so that was what the two of them focused on. In the distance, I suddenly heard shouting, and I looked up to see some Majini with crossbows in the distance.
"Chris!" I shouted, "Can I borrow your rifle? I see some Majini over there! I'll cover for you two!" Wordlessly, Chris handed over the rifle and some ammo.
"Be careful," he warned. I nodded.
"I will. Thanks!" I reloaded the rifle and began taking shots at the enemies in the distance while Chris and Sheva slowly but surely took out Ndesu, who was hunched over in pain as a larger parasite sprouted out of his back. He was a tough cookie, just like El Gigante had been, but over time, we managed to defeat both him and the crossbow Majini. All was quiet as Ndesu disintegrated into nothing and left behind a huge amount of money.
Once we were all situated again (and I had given Chris his rifle back), we looked around at the fallen Delta Team. Sheva especially looked distressed.
"Where are you, Josh?" she whispered. I put a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"I'm sure he's around here somewhere," I said as comfortingly as I could, even though I knew how she felt.
"Sheva, Sam," Chris suddenly said, looking at us, "You both don't have to do this. You can still back out."
I was sure we both looked surprised. "What are you talking about?" I demanded.
"Yeah," Sheva agreed, "What about you?"
"I've got a personal stake in this."
"A personal stake?" Sheva shrieked, "Chris, look around! We should all get the hell out of here!"
"I'm with Sheva," I agreed, "It's too dangerous!" I'll have to find Alexis another way, then, I thought to myself. We both watched as Chris looked into the distance, not meeting either of our gazes.
"I'm not here just for the mission," he quipped, and Sheva and I glanced at each other.
"What are you talking about?" Sheva asked.
Chris sighed. "A while back, I received some intel that my old partner was still alive," he explained, "At first, I didn't know what to think, but when I saw the data file from Delta Team, I knew for sure. Jill is still alive."
"Who told you this?" I asked with curiosity. Chris shrugged.
"It was an anonymous tipoff," he replied.
"That woman in the data file?" Sheva yelled, "Are you sure it's even the same person?"
"We were partners. I'm sure." Suddenly, he turned his back on us and began to walk away.
"He's crazy!" Sheva whispered to me, "Does he really think we would let him go by himself?"
"Let's go after him!" I suggested, so we ran after him.
"Wait!" Sheva cried. Chris stopped, but then continued to move onwards.
"Wait!" Sheva repeated, "You're not going alone!"
"Yeah, come back here!" I shouted, but Chris continued to march away. There's no stopping this guy, I thought.
Five minutes later, we were still trying to catch up with him. "Chris, wait!" Sheva yelled for a third time, and Chris finally turned around.
"I don't have much time," he said, "I have to find her."
"I'm going with you! These are my people that are dying here!"
"And there's no way I'm staying here by myself, either!" I added, "I'm coming, too!"
Chris frowned. "Are you sure about this?" he asked, "A second ago, you both were ready to cut and run."
"We can't just turn our backs and walk away," Sheva told him as I nodded silently.
Chris nodded as well. "There are no more orders from here on in," he warned us, "It's just us."
"We're all partners," Sheva declared, "To the end. You said it yourself earlier today. Now, let's get moving."
"Copy that." Chris then turned to me. "Sam, are you coming?" he asked.
I hesitated for a minute while Chris and Sheva climbed into the boat up ahead. This was going to take me off track in finding Alexis, but Chris really needed to find Jill. Perhaps I could also find my sister if I went this way. There was nothing left back in Kijuju for me. For any of us.
"Yeah, I'm coming," I told him, and after I climbed into the boat, we sped off into the night.
