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Sheva opened her eyes slowly; a colleague of hers, Matt, was standing in front of her.
"Ah!" She shot up, caught off-guard. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Sheva," he said grimly, "We've got a problem."
"What the hell do you mean she's 'gone missing'!" Sheva roared.
"Settle down; you panicking isn't going to help her," Tyler Fisk tried to place a hand on her shoulder, but she shrugged it off.
The Camp Supervisor was a tall, burly man in his late forties. He carried a small pistol strapped to his outer thigh, but other than that he was unarmed.
"My sitting here won't help her either!" She turned toward the door.
"Sheva!" Fisk stopped her.
"What?" she snapped. This was no time for delay.
"I'm making it your responsibility to inform her relatives," he said.
Sheva paused apprehensively, "Why me?"
"From what I understand, you were partners with her brother a few years back. I figured you'd be better equipped to deliver the news, and I have a feeling he'd be better off hearing it from you."
Chris. She'd forgotten about him. No doubt he'd jump on a plane the moment he found out.
"And Sheva?" her boss added.
"What?"
"Don't do anything stupid."
"Yeah, yeah…" she said dismissively before leaving.
Claire flew upward in a sudden panic. She had no idea where she was, but she knew at least two things; her head hurt like hell, and she was starving. And she was lying on an itchy mattress in a cold, dark room.
"Hello?" she called out tentatively. Her voice echoed loudly, and for a few moments she thought she was alone. Until a set of light footsteps on a concrete floor informed her otherwise.
"Good evening, dear heart. Did you sleep well?" a cool voice questioned.
She squinted, trying to make out the man's figure in the darkness. Her mind suddenly returned to the events she last recalled. Nelson, the training facility, and... Wesker.
Claire's heart gave a funny ka-thump! when she remembered his name.
"Wha- How- You're supposed to be dead!" she finally stammered.
"I'm sorry, dear, but your brother seems to have made a habit of failing to eliminate me. I'm not quite that easy to get rid of."
Claire was trembling; she couldn't tell if it was because of the cold, or out of fear.
"In all honesty, I wasn't expecting to get this lucky. You have a tendency to arrive at the most opportune times, don't you?"
Claire gave him a hard look, "What are you planning?"
"Tsk," Wesker chided, "All in good time. I'd certainly hate to spoil the surprise."
She could heard him turn, his footsteps growing quieter. Claire jumped up in a surge of anger.
"Ah!" she cried at the pain in her ankle. She fell to the ground almost immediately. It took her a few moments to recover, but she crawled forward as far as she could.
Only to discover she was confined by cell bars.
"Wesker!" she gripped the bars for support, calling after him, "Don't you dare hurt my brother! Wesker!"
The sound of a heavy door slamming shut silenced her.
Words failed to register. Wesker. Breathing. The concept was a shocking one- it was a spirit-breaker, to discover such a thing to be true. What was worse was that no one knew it, save for the one person who was helpless to do anything.
"WHAT!"
"Chris-"
"Don't 'Chris' me! What the hell happened to my sister!"
Sheva sighed. She knew this wouldn't be easy, "I don't know exactly."
"How long has she been missing!"
"It was first noticed this morning."
"Who was the last person to see her?"
"I am, I think. She was getting ready for bed when I left her."
"You didn't notice anything strange?"
"Nothing out of the ordinary, no."
Chris sighed in exasperation.
"Was there anything? Anything at all?"
"Chris, there's nothing! Believe me, I've been wracking my brain all day trying to figure this out. Nothing happened!"
"Something happened, or else Claire would still be there!"
"Sheva!" a voice came from behind her. It was Matt again. He looked winded and his face was red, as though he'd just ran a mile.
"Hang on, Chris," Sheva put her hand over the receiver, "What is it?"
"We found a pair of crutches behind the training facility. I have a feeling they're hers."
Sheva gave him a fearful look, "What could this mean?"
Matt shook his head, "She must've been kidnapped, though I couldn't say how, or by whom."
"Right," Sheva said, turning back to the phone, "Chris, something's come up. I'll call you later, okay?"
"No, Sheva-" Chris started, but she hung up the phone before he could say another word.
Chris had three things; his gun, his shoulder bag, and his phone.
He turned to leave his bedroom when he saw Jill in his doorway.
"Where do you think you're going?" She asked, crossing her arms.
"Claire needs me," Chris replied, edging around her and walking to his dining table.
"You're going to Africa?" she asked, surprised.
"I should have never let Claire go alone. I should've been with her."
"She's an adult, Chris."
"And she's in trouble."
"They're never going to let you on the plane with a gun!"
"I'll figure out a way," Chris said. He was fishing for his keys from his coat pocket.
"Chris," Jill stalked over to him and forced him to face her, "Would you stop for a minute and think about this?"
"I've done all the thinking I need to do," he shrugged his way out of Jill's grip and walked past her.
Jill sighed.
"Are you sure this is best? Whoever these people are, how can you be sure they aren't using Claire to get to you? What if it's a trap?"
"And what if it is? Claire is still in danger."
"Chris, please-"
"Jill," Chris stopped her. He walked to her and placed a hand on her shoulder, "She's my sister. I have to get her and bring her back; if she ever… if she…"
He couldn't bring himself to finish the sentence.
Jill looked down for a moment, seeming to think, and then pulled Chris into a tight hug.
"I understand," she said, "I'm sorry."
"Where have you been? I've been trying to call you!"
"Sorry; I got a little… hung up."
"Funny. What are you doing? Your signal's all fuzzy."
"That would be because I'm on an airplane," Chris looked out the small window; he was currently flying over the Atlantic Ocean.
He heard Sheva sigh on the other line, "I knew it. When will you be here?"
"In about an hour. Have a gun waiting for me when I get there, would you?" Jill hadn't let him bring his to the airport.
"Alright; I can do that."
"Thanks, Sheva."
"No problem."
Chris hung up and sighed.
Claire, please be okay.
Not much of Claire/Wesker yet. It's gonna take a while to get to that point. Bear with me! ^_^