Chapter Six
A/N Just a small disclaimer….I don't own Sponge Bob…actually hate the guy… and I know this will confuse yall, but if you read on, it will make sense!
Happy Reading,
Angelica Burrows
Chapter Six
The flight was a long…dreary piece of life that the both of them had wished never happened. Not to mention, Jill had seemed bathroom prone the entire time. A part of Chris' mind made him believe that including his wife in the decision of taking the mission had been a bad idea all together…
Jet lag had them both tired and grumpy as the exited the personal one man plane that they had transferred into when arriving at the landing strip. Jill looked green about the gills, but none the worse for wear..
Carrying their bags as they moved into the runway, Chris eyed the area cautiously. The town was about half a mile away, but there was a snowmobile parked nearby, a rider with a darkened helmet watching them carefully. Suddenly the rider waved, holding up a sign with an almost…ecstatic demeanor. The sign read "Redfield". As Jill stepped forwards into the icy snow, she smiled. Evidently she had guessed who their contact was…
Chris was still trying to list off people in his head when the rider dismounted the vehicle, and began to walk towards them. With all the padded materials on the person…it was hard to guess.. The individual gave a hearty laugh from beneath the mask, wrapping arms about them both. Even as she withdrew her face from the helmet, Chris felt a surge of happiness. Sheva Alomar blinked into the bright light, her chocolate colored hues seemingly blinded momentarily. Flashing a bright smile, she gave her former partner a crushing embrace once more. "It's been too long, Chris….last time I welcomed you to a place, it was my home country. But it seems we are a long way from there…" The cold made the woman's teeth chatter gently as she properly hugged Jill, aiding Chris in one of the carry bags. Pointing towards the wide snowmobile, Alomar chuckled. "One can grab on, the other will have to ride the buggy." Chris looked at her, raising his eyes as he looked at the sidewinder seat. "The buggy….this should be interesting."
Within moments they had settled into the craft, Jill holding on tightly to Sheva's waist. Cramped into the 'buggy', Chris looked like a puffy coat sardine. Out of a small pack, Sheva fished out two pairs of goggle, handing each off. "Wear those when traveling like this. The snow can blind you during the day…literally.."
And with that…they were off.
It was almost hard to believe that such a lovely place was somehow touched by Umbrella's taint.. The icy glaciers that ran across the skyline reflected the sun almost like diamond prisms. The snow was deep and packed. Various trapper groups and sled teams were on the trail as well, all heading into town for the end of the day. Alomar called back, explaining the surroundings further. "For this place, it is considered summer. That is when the settlers come back. It is almost uninhabitable during the winter months. Sometimes the sun can shine for seventy three hours straight…it's disorienting, but if I can acclimate, so can you.." It took a moment to realize that Sheva had indeed been the contact that Claire had requested.
Sheva and Chris had remained friends after the Africa ordeal, and she had even been a bridesmaid at the wedding. But ever since then things had been so hectic..and friendships and family contacts had grown quite missed and distant. As the wind ruffled through his giant coat, Chris looked upwards to Jill. Her face was in a grin, her body tensed and ready to spring. Riding the mobile seemed to have been the happy jolt of adrenaline that she had needed… As Jill tapped her friend's shoulder, she could feel the excitement of something unknown build up in her core… "How long does is take to get into town? I'm aching for a bathroom break." Alomar snickered as she began to slow down, the sight of small buildings edging directly over the horizon. Pointing forwards as several trail mates pulled alongside, Sheva called out loud enough for both to hear. "We are coming right on it. Welcome to the small town of Talakichki."
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The doctor eyed her warily, rubbing his purple neck. The incident had caused him to stay out for several days, and the lingering fear was still there whenever she was present. A tissue sample from an old project was lying upon the refining meter, the serum it produced barely heated in the chamber. It would take a good…fifteen minutes to hygenize the serum properly.
Angelica looked at her sleeping daughter, then back to the chamber. She just prayed that this would work…it was her last hope… "Did you say that the theory proved to be sound enough for demonstration?" The doctor nodded at the question posed, his grey eyes flitting nervously about. "The antibodies you have provided should in fact reactivate the dormant DNA, causing a permanent bonding mechanism… the cellular structure would revert to normal…but there is a possible side effect." Angelica stood from her chair, folding her arms. Drawing her gaze slowly upwards, the woman could feel time drag on. He wanted her to ask…he wanted her to ask what could it be, but she already in fact knew. …
"And…"
"And…it could actually revert the entire structure to normal. The virus that is within her would go dormant along with the imbalance.. .thus rendering the t-cells completely useless until another exposure to them is rendered…" the man paused, his lips quivering as of he was afraid to continue. Angelica's stare told him otherwise. Taking a deep breath, the man uttered the words that he was quite sure would be his death…she was a violent protector of her child…that had been made quite clear. "It would make her just like any other human that has had an immunity…the virus would be dead…and thus her…abilities…making her
completely…human…"
Leveling her gaze at the doctor as she stepped closer, the scientist gave him what struck as the coldest stare he had ever seen…
"Keep your good work up, Doctor…tell no one…but do everything in your power to make that possible…
I want my child alive…no matter what the cost…."
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Wesker looked at his reflection closely, his eyes wide. His body had adjusted to his humanity once more, but the memory of such things still lingered. Flexing his hand, the man watched as his muscles reacted differently. His eyes were crystal blue once more…and he wasn't sure if he actually liked that or not. In truth the crimson fury that had replaced them had ravished his anger…his rage in their depths, but now the sapphire hues seemed…colder, less emotional that the pure being he had once been. His muscle mass had stayed, but the power behind them was only a fraction what it had been… Yes he was still dangerous…but not like how he had been before… "I need my sunglasses.."
"I quite like them the way they are…" The soft voice made him look up, her presence so quiet and quick that his subdued senses had not even registered it. A smirk tinged at his lips as Angelica moved into the room, a secondary syringe like the one the night previous in her hand. "You woman always did seem to have a soft spot for the blue eyes, correct?" A coy smile met his gaze as she moved to his side, forcing up his left forearm. The emotion caught him off guard, and he did not resist much. "Do you know why, Albert?" He blinked, still amazed at her actions. Was she actually initiating conversation with him? Small talk? After three years…she finally was…talking to him….like a person… "No, care to elaborate…"
Angelica laughed gently, the sound making him feel warmth in his skin… she never laughed anymore…not that he cared, but the sound was somehow..pleasurable. "Because, they are like the ocean. Calm and soothing, fierce and frightening…playful and warm when wanting to be. They are a window, one that actually shows us women that the bad boy has a soul." His smirk grew wider as he shifted; she was still preparing the needle, flicking it softly to erase any bubbles. "So I was classified as a bad boy back then, hmm? Very interesting….And here I thought it was because I work out shirtless…well, not even the lower half now…" He paused the see her reaction, and it was one he had not garnered. A sweet flush of pink went into the woman's cheeks, and immediately vanished, making him wonder of she had even blushed at allllllllllllllllllll "Damn you!" Angelica had stabbed the needle in quickly, draining the contents just as fast. His skin seemed so more attune to pain now…
As the blood welled up, she placed a bandage upon his forearm, rubbing it down upon the wound sadistically. Gritting his teeth as she did so, Wesker would not give her the satisfaction of letting her hear him cry out once more. Snarling gently as she headed for the door, he spat. "You are going to drive my mind into hell one of these days, Miss Burrows…" Angelica looked back over her shoulder, the mischievous glint in her eyes reminding him of an old encounter in the S.T.A.R.S office almost twenty years ago. Her lips..he could still remember how they felt when lovebitten and soft. Just like her intimate flesh… Winking before disappearing, the woman outright smiled. "I know…"
Looking down at his arm, Wesker sighed as he rubbed the bandage. She was right…
Furrowing his brows as something brightly colored caught his attention, the man averted his full attention to the bandage she had applied. "What the hell…"
Upon his arm rested a yellow sponge character, shaking his square panted hind end in the air. Wesker eyes went wide…..since when did Umbrella pass out…..
Sponge Bob SquarePants Band-Aids?
….
Slipping out into the corridor, Angelica hid the empty syringe in her lab coat pocket. Looking at the slumped guard next to the door, she frowned. Resorting to nearly killing an innocent man was not something she was proud of, but it had accomplished her deed. He had told her that under orders from Trent…she was not to administer any more injections to Wesker, and only the assistant would. Chuckling lightly as she saw the cowering assistant attempt to duck out of sight, Angelica lifted the vial once more. There was a trace amount of whatever liquid they had given Wesker to regain his humanity…and she was going to find out what it was…
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Ada watched her camera, eyes wide at what had transpired before her very view. Angelica had literally taken out two men, one of which was now hiding in great fear. Wesker had given her Burrows' file in what seemed ages ago, and she had been shocked to find out that not her employer, but the woman in fact had been the first candidate to have survived the virus strain… but of course at that time…they had also thought her to be long dead..
Picking up her mobile device, she pressed a single button. The line clicked over to a rather tired sounding Trent, his grumpiness evident in his tone. "Yes, Miss Wong…" Ada shifted in her seat, now realizing she had not clearly thought this through. Her patched security feed only viewed Burrows' apartment area and office.. Not Wesker's confinement area… "I had a question sir, if the subject is to wander off during off hours, say during the night, am I to follow in person, or request a wider expansion of my surveillance system?" There was a pause, then, Trent sighed. Ada was becoming far more comfortable with her job than he had anticipated… "I can request that our team put of more camera's for you, Miss Wong, but it will have to wait until tomorrow… Despite the sun being up, it is evening time here, and I do need my sleep…good evening.."
Wiping her brow as she hung up the phone, Ada sat in motionless silence for a millisecond. Slamming down her laptop, the woman looked about the room. If there were cameras on the people she was watching…then there were probably cameras watching her…
She was going to have to make a move and soon, if Wesker was ever going to see the light of day again…Leaning back onto the bed, she reopened the laptop with caution. Typing furiously, the woman smled when she realized she could acess every camera in the complex quite easily. They were still running off Spencer's old design… Pulling up the feed, she watched Wesker's abode with the corner of her eye as she discovered the truth. She was indeed being watched… Programming a loop into the cameras that watched her from afar, Ada smiled.
No matter how new Umbrella was….you could not beat the old school style…
