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February 25, 2009
B.S.A.A. European Headquarters
London, England
He tapped his fingers lightly on the metal table, dancing to an unfamiliar rhythm. Chris felt nervous, something he would never admit. A younger agent contacted him and told him to meet him there, saying something of important information that concerned him. Worry plagued him; the agent told him he would be there 20 minutes ago, but had yet to show.
The door opened all of a sudden, slamming closed with a loud bang. The young agent sat, looking nervous and unsure. He wore a black and white suit with a navy blue tie.
"My name is Jason Turner. Nice to finally meet you, Mr. Redfield," the agent feigned confidence, though he played it off well.
Chris shook his hand respectively. He heard stories about the man. He was one of the most intelligent agents they had, even rivaling Quint Cetcham. He, however, didn't work on the field, instead choose to research and organize intel. Despite these qualities, he was young and tended to be naive.
"Likewise. So, why did you call me down here?" Chris asked, shifting in his seat uncomfortably. By the way Jason was acting, he had a feeling it was big news. Good or bad, he couldn't tell.
"Straight to the point, eh?" Jason chuckled humorlessly. He ran fingers through his hair, sighing quietly. "About a week ago, some woman came to us, giving away some unreliable intel. One of the things she mentioned was supposedly connected to a bioweapon smuggling in Africa."
"And this has to do with me how?" Chris asked impatiently, slight irritation in his voice.
Jason sighed. "Jill Valentine is still alive, and it has something to do with this bioweapon smuggling."
Chris's heartbeat suddenly quickened. For two and a half years, he had a lingering feeling she was still alive, though some days it would waver, but now that feeling was confirmed. He had to find her.
Jason must have noticed something change in him, so he added, "I thought that since you were so close to her, you might believe me. But like I said, the intel wasn't reliable. She had no solid proof. There's only a small chance that she's actually out there."
Only a small chance? That didn't matter. He was prepared to go to hell and back to find her, to hold her, to kiss her, to whisper 'I love you', and to do the things he regretted never doing.
"What can you tell me about this mission in Africa?" He questioned, putting on his poker face, though it was obvious in his voice that he wanted to go look for Jill.
A small grin appeared on Jason's face. "There's a man named Ricardo Irving who's supposedly been selling bioweapons for two or more years. They've already got the Alpha team of the West African branch going in, and some SOAs picked out for backup. I assume with your high position in the B.S.A.A., you could easily take one of their places."
Chris smiled, not completely focused on what he was saying anymore. He knew what he was to do; get that mission, then reunite with Jill.
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March 2, 2009
B.S.A.A. European Headquarters
London, England
Chris Redfield had never been so anxious to leave for a mission in his life- not even on that fateful July night when he thought his friends were in danger; not even before infiltrating the Umbrella Caucasus facility in 2003. This was different; he knew he had to find Jill. There was still hope.
After talking to Jason, he immediately went to the Director of the B.S.A.A. and asked permission to go on the mission. Chris managed to convince him to let him go, yet he never stated his intentions behind it. No one questioned him; they granted his request without a second thought. Being a founding member and one of the top agents must have had that perk, he mused.
He told Claire that he would be leaving for Africa, so she decided she was going to drop by and say goodbye beforehand. She often did that when he left the United States or the London Headquarters. It wasn't all the time; some days she was busy, travelling with TerraSave. Chris was glad she was working for them so she could be as far from danger as possible.
Claire's figure suddenly stepped through the door, waking Chris out of his reverie. She gave her signature smile while approaching him in a half-run. The younger Redfield slipped her jacket off and hung it on a nearby coat hanger, her purse was set on the end table next to it. Chris rose as she did this, flashing his own unconvincing smile.
"Hey, Claire," the older sibling choked out as Claire wrapped her arms around him. Shyly, he returned the hug, before the siblings pulled away.
"Hey, big brother," she greeted, seeing right through his fake smile from earlier. "You nervous about going to Africa?"
Nervous would be sugarcoating it. He couldn't even think of the proper adjective; Chris's hands were sweaty, his heart was beating like a million drums, and his mind was preoccupied. Jill was out there somewhere, he just knew it.
Lying, he shrugged. "Not really."
"Okay..." Claire's tone showed she wasn't completely sure. "Why did you accept this mission anyway?"
Lie, Chris, lie. She'll get pissed at you if she knows it has to do with Jill.
"I'm not really sure. It interested me, I guess."
She raised an eyebrow, showing her suspicion. He was stubborn, so he probably wouldn't tell her anytime soon. Claire decided to change the subject. "Have you been taking it easy like I asked?"
He chuckled at her concern, secretly glad she dropped the Africa matter. "Yeah, no need to worry about it. Don't forget who's the older one here."
"Oh, come on, I like to worry about you," She teased, "You're the one who always does the stupid stuff."
"Thanks for the support, Claire," He joked back, sarcasm in his voice. He was glad she here; it always helped him to loosen up before a mission. Especially on this mission, it was needed.
Before he could reply, Jason came from down the hall. He stood, straightening his navy blue tie, a small set of files in one hand. "Chris, they're ready. Time to go."
"Thanks," He waved to Jason as the young agent scurried down the hall.
"Bye, Chris. Be safe for me, please." Claire dropped her joking tone.
"I'll try my best," he said, somewhat joking.
Letting out a deep breath, he made his way to the heliport. Ready to finally get Jill back, or confirm his worst fears, he boarded a small, private helicopter. There was no turning back now.
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Next chapter will finally start the events of RE5. It's not going to include everything, so it's going to jump around a lot. Hope you enjoyed reading!