In Puerto Rico ATM, my family went out to Mc Donalds and they have free wi-fi :D (MC NUGGETS MC NUGGETS WHAT! XD)
Decided to take advantage of this situation and post up what I have so far for "Chris Who?" !
Sorry it's not very long, hard to mix "work" with "Fun in the Sun" know what I mean?
Well, Enjoy!

"Clear view"- An eye lenses store for everyone's convenience. Trusted all across America, rated number one to meet your standards. Never had a complaint reported, never had poor working environments, and always provided top service for costumers. Their motto: "We're Ultra Clear! When you have a problem, we fix it!"

The motto was displayed all through out the store. Chris thought the motto was a bit over the top. Its a lenses store, for Christ's sake! Why bear a motto like that when your job consists of one thing: Eyes. Though the store was called "Clear View", it was Unclear as to why they held such an uptight working status. He cautiously opened the door, and nudged Wesker in. The blond man awkwardly stepped foot into the air-conditioned atmosphere. Behind Chris, the door shut with a loud thud, causing the woman at the counter to sigh in frustration and slam her glasses onto her desk. The two men jumped from this reaction.

"You!" She growled, rubbing her temples, "You nearly broke the door on your way out!"

Chris looked down, ashamed, and feeling like he was being scolded by his mother. He glanced at the woman, and saw her eyeing Wesker. At first, she showed no expression, but a little afterwards, a small grin appeared on her face. Chris didn't understand it at first... but after seeing the way she eyed him up and down... he knew.

'Someone's enjoying the view...'

The woman lifted herself from her seat, and quite, slowly, if I may add. Her eyes never left Wesker's... Bod. She carefully treaded around the desk, and leaned back onto it, her vest pressing up against her chest. Chris knew she was trying to seduce the older man... and it was hilarious.

"How may I help you?" She said, green eyes focused on Wesker.

Chris quietly put a hand on his friend's shoulder, "He needs some contacts... er... colored ones."

The woman didn't look at him, "Whats your name?" She asked Wesker.

"Albert," He responded, a bit quiet and stiffly, "What's yours?"

The woman let out a deep laugh, "Sarah... Sarah Acebedo."

'Ah-seh-beh-doh... thats a mouth full...'

The look on Wesker's face was priceless, he didn't seem all too interested in her name, but it was obvious he asked just to be nice. But this woman, Sarah, she seemed completely indulged in the simple conversation. Chris stood by idle, waiting to see this moment crash and was never too interested in conversation, unless it was about work. It wouldn't surprise Chris if she went completely ignored by the blond.

"Follow me gentlemen," She said walking away, a hand seductively falling off Wesker's arm.

Chris began to move forward, following Sarah, he looked back at Wesker who stood there stiffly, "Wes, come on..."

Wesker seemed to snap back into reality, and began to follow as well.

This woman frightened Wesker, not in the way Jill frightened him, but still scary none the less. She always seemed to be staring at him, examining him, his face, his body, his... everything. It was like she was studying him for some sort of reason, But her eyes, her face, his mind spun around. Something about her made him... comfortable? No, familiar. It wasn't like back at Chris' home, back there, he felt out of place, uncomfortable, "The Black Sheep". He couldn't put his finger on it, but that's just how he felt. Chris didn't scare him though and this woman does, so I guess that makes all the difference, no?

She spoke calmly, each of her words rolled off her tongue gracefully. It seemed that this Sarah person knew her stuff. Her eyes scanned a paper in her hands, as she handed Chris another. His eyes widened, and began muttering something about "that's a lot of zeros". Sarah never stopped discussing about work, money, and something about lenses something something sizes something something-

'Thats a lot of colors' Wesker's thoughts were stopped in place as he glanced over at a poster on the wall. It read "Contacts for all" and displayed multiple pictures of different eye colors and designs. He had to question to himself if all of those were natural eyes. Some seemed completely outrageous! Red eyes, cat eyes, purple eyes mixed with aqua blue. Black eyes, white eyes, and eyes that had the Japanese kanji for "Love"- Just what the hell are these people?

The older man quickly glanced over at Chris, hoping his friend wouldn't choose such an outlandish design. Thankfully, Chris had been pointing at a normal pair of ice blue contacts. They seemed perfectly fine, so he wouldn't object.

'But why blue?'

He shook his head and turned back to face Sarah-

"Mr. Wesker?" she spoke. Wesker knew he wasn't crazy, but wasn't she dressed differently ten seconds ago? Now, the young woman sported a white lab coat, black tight mini skirt, and some crazy pointed high heels. Her lips were glossed and her eyes were decorated in a soft green eye shadow. Wesker had to rub his eyes to insure that he wasn't hallucinating- which he was. As soon as he re-opened his eyes, Sarah was back in her grey suit, speaking to Chris about business.

'What just happened?'

He didn't think of it for long, the moment was too creepy for him to linger on-

Sarah leaned on her desk, searching through her papers, signing some here and there. She softly fixed a stray hair behind her ear and resumed her work. Wesker stared at the image, hoping it would go away. Sarah caught sight of the man, and looked his way, she said something that he couldn't comprehend, but she seemed completely serious about it. Wesker shook his head violently, and regained sight of his surroundings. He stared at the woman for a good five seconds, then back at Chris, making sure he wasn't seeing things again.

What the hell was that? Was he seeing things? Hallucinations? Was he delirious? ... or... maybe he was some sick pervert and Chris never warned him about it!

'That's just ridiculous...'

He mentally slapped himself for thinking of such a thought.

He began to occupy his mind more, by examining the area a bit more. Glass cases held glasses of all shapes and sizes, posters were hung everywhere, all of people who smiled creepily while wearing the glasses displayed. His eyes trailed onto Sarah's desk, which was very clean and well organized. Folders were kept in a perfectly neat pile, pencils and pens were separated and kept neatly inside a small cup. Papers were placed in bins and all trash was cleaned properly. He eyed the desk's surface, and wondered why was such a clean object not sparkling in clean marval.

Everything was just so clean- except one stray paper. Giant bold initials that read "U.C" most likely for "Ultra Clear" as their motto states. He had to wonder why was that one piece of paper out of line. Perhaps she was in a hurry? Though she didn't seem the type to rush things. Then again, Chris had come in unexpectedly.

"Cash or Credit?" He heard Sarah speaking.

"Cash," Chris' voice came.

Wesker glanced up at the two, and spotted Chris holding a small box in a bag: The contacts, no doubt. Chris handed over the money and began to walk out. Wesker only stood there, staring at Sarah who was now on her cell speaking to someone. His eyes seemed to be pulled towards her cell, it was small and silver with the company logo on the cover-

"Come on, Wes. Lets go home already! Im starving!" Chris called back to him.

Wesker turned and began to follow him, "Alright..."

Chris led him towards the entrance of the mall, the light was shining brightly on the other side of the doors. Wesker had to look back and bid the place a final fare well. Though the place brought trouble and confusion, it also gave him a sort of adventure. Something new to face. Saying a silent good bye, he walked out the doors and into the outside world.

"That woman was kinda scary, eh Wes?" Chris laughed, opening the car door.

Wesker took his seat in the passenger's side, "A bit," he admitted.

The brunet ignited the engine and nudged him, "She was totally into you,"

Wesker's eyes widened, "no"

"Yes"

"No way!"

"Yes way!" Chris laughed.

Wesker looked out the window in annoyance. There was no way that Sarah was "Into him". It was a proposterous gesture.

"... you really think so?" he had to ask again.

"Yeah, I do," his friend nodded.

Wesker paused, and looked down at the dashboard, then slowly looked at Chris, "Thats scary."

Chris bursted out laughing, and pulled out of the parking lot.

"No... No, I'm alone," Sarah spoke quietly into the phone, watching the two men leave the store.

"Yes, I'm certain its him. There's no mistaking that man with another." She began to make her way towards the glass doors, observing the older blond male, "He doesn't seem to remember anything... no, nothing at all... yes, he was here with another man," glancing at a reciet, she read the signature, "Chris Redfield?... I see... I see... alright, I'll make note of it."

The woman swiftly shut her cell and tossed it onto her desk, with a small smirk, she walked away into the back room ready to put her plans in action.

"U.C" read the font engraved onto the cell phone's company logo.

Hope I gave you guys something good to read.
This chapter was mostly to set the foundation of the entire actual plot :D
R&R plz, I love it when I get feed back on my chapters! I want to hear your opinions and/or ideas!
Sorry again that its so short!
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go and scale up buildings for the hell of it.
BLISTERS, BRUISES, AND BROKEN BONES, HERE I COME!