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"Dammit!"
Chris slammed his arm into the archway, getting several alarmed reactions from those around.
Wasn't the first time.
Wouldn't be the last.
A few years ago he could have hit that wall with enough strength to punch boulders, but alas, he was getting older and older...
from waiting... wasting these precious seconds of his life waiting on a "business" meeting! B.S.A.A.? More like B.S. lately!
He should be out there!
It just wasn't the same since he founded this counter-terror organization.
All the sacrifice... all the life lost... to keep everyone safe, but he can't do that in here! His "mission," THE mission was to stop the bioterrorism that ruined the lives of those he loved. They'd given up so much. ...he'd given up so much...
S.T.A.R.S., BSAA, the Redfield family,
...Claire...
They both knew why they did what they did. Why they were apart despite being the only bloodline they had left. Even if Chris HAD started early, Clare was (sometimes literally) following right there behind him in his crusade around the world.
He thought her getting involved with the White House and with Terrasave would keep her "fulfilled" yet SAFE while he was saving the world in his own way.
He was wrong.
Nowhere was "safe" anymore.
No ONE was safe.
They seemed to have come to terms with this when they had talked backed in...
...Chris couldn't even remember the last time he spoke to the last of his "biological" family. (God he hated that word!)
Even if he tried, he probably couldn't even her from...
"Where the hell even am I!?"
Based on the CAPCOM series
Finally, he was ushered into a dark office.
"Mr. Redfield." A man welcomed him in wearing a black suit with a red and white tie and blue stickpin with a strange gothic blue symbol on it. Chris just couldn't put his finger on why it looked so familiar.
He didn't like it.
"Let's get to the point." Chris scoffed at the pleasantries.
"I represent... an organization." The shrouded man continued "One you... once knew. But it's different now. Now we fight to undo the past mistakes of Umbrella..."
"And why should I care?" Chris demanded "Everybody's doing it. I WAS doing it when you got me pulled me from the field."
"Your men will be fine, Commander Redfield." He insisted. "Any who survive by your side can more than take care of what life throws at them."
It seemed like a subtly solemn insult.
Any of those who served under him were either dead or lucky to be alive.
They might as well call him "Mr. Death."
"You'd be wrong," was the glum replied "Too many have died..."
"Agreed. Indeed..." Chris was interrupted "That's why it is so vital that you approve and support our work: so that out intel and resources may be used so such atrocities may never occur again... whether it be Umbrella or by any terrorist group like them..."
The commander scoffed, giving in and finally lighting a cigarette, much to the guards dismay. The man in the suit waived it off though. "And what makes you think you know Umbrella?"
The man turned away, motioning for the two body guards to stand at either side in front of him. With a deep breath in the smoke, he exhaled like a confession and weight lifted from his shoulders...
"Because we are Umbrella."
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It took a few seconds for it to all register.
Then he began to doubt how serious he was.
Next Chris remembered to stay calm and analyze the situation.
Then he forgot.
RESIDENT EVIL: Illumination - Chapter 3
Chris lunged forward, knocked over both guards and grabbed thr man in the suit by his throat with little to no effort "The government supports us!"
Chris practically laughed in the man's face.
Then he looked into his eyes.
Again, could this crazy thing actually somehow be true.
The man continued:
"It's true. Everyone hates us. We get that. What we do here is out of a sense of moral obligation, not redemption. Those of us that remain from the horrific original company have been vetted and cleared not to be a threat. Yet still, we are the best equipped to handle Umbrella's leftovers. Who better to kill the monsters...?"
"Than the monsters who made them."
"Precisely. But as you can imagine, no one wants to sign off in fear of being associated with such a company without proper consent from a well-known veteran figure in the fight against bioterrorism. That is why you have been brought here."
Chris sat in silence until, "And WHEN I refuse?"
"The doorways right there," Chris had already begin to stand, brushing himself off. "But you all will be disappointed. Claire too...He's alive."
Chris was clearly not himself, but this wild day had been strange even for him.
"Who is?" Chris answered from behind.
The man couldn't help but laugh. "You need to ask? For me to be more specific?"
"After nearly two decades of this shit?" Chris stomped back in. "Yeah, I do."
The suited man continued his case, literally put it all on the table in front of him in a briefcase and presenting it via a manila folder labeled #0267.
Chris yanked it up, his eyes widened and mouth trembling for the first time in ages. "How the fuck did you get this?"
"Go to her," he said simply "she'll want to know. We can make it all happen right hear and now. Unless you'd rather choose to walk away... leaving all the good you can still do and all the wrongs to right behind you. We just need your blessing and message of approval to the U.N."
The devil extended his hand, fully expecting it to break in the shake it desired.
"Do we have a deal?"
Thank you all for reading! :)
For thore who may be unaware, this is my third in a seriese of Resident Evil stories I have been working on. With the release of RE: Village I decided to give it another go! I'mhoping to get a lot of interest back, so please be sure to FOLLOW, SUBSCRIBE and COMMENT to let me know if you want to see more.
Just like like cinematic, I like to work in some fun extras like bonus scenes or even "bloopers."
Just to make you aware! ;)
This one is a more "ridiculous" version of parts I origionally was inspired to wrote for this story, but I ultimately decided that it was a bit too much.
"Because we are Umbrella."
...
Chris lunged forward, close-lining both guards with little to no effort. More came from behind, grabbing each bicept. With one, Chris extinguished his burning cigarette butt into his eye, his forearm breaking through the baton.
To the other, he ignored the electric pain from a stun rod and let his adrenaline lift this adversary up and over Chris' broad shoulders ...slamming him forward into the desk in front.
Cartwheeling forward into the man in the suit, Redfield's grip began to crush his throat with one palm, and the other hand revealed a concealed blade, drawing blood onto the suit from its' wearers jugular.
The man's neck would have broken if the sedative in his needle hadn't empaled Chris, but he still would have slit a throat if there wasn't a gasp:
"The government supports us!"
Chris practically laughed in the man's face.
Then he looked into his eyes.
Again, could this crazy thing actually somehow be true. Maybe it was the drug, but it all made Chris' head start to spin.
...albiet more from the confusion than a vase and the chair he was previously sitting on having been broken over his skull from behind.
Still, he sat down to take it all in, yanking a man down underneath him with the hooked net that vainly swung at him. At the same time, Chris was punching another from behind who sprayed a mixture of tear gas, pepper spray and some kind of nerve agent.
Might as well have been first aid spray.
Straightening his blood dripped tie (it spilling and staining red lines all over the white), the man finally continued.
...
Chris sat in silence. "And WHEN I refuse?"
"The doorways right there," Chris had already begin to stand, brushing himself off. "But you all will be disappointed. Claire too..." Chris yanked the locked door from the hinges at that last comment. Until...
"He's alive."
Chris was clearly not himself, but this wild day had been strange even for him.
"Who is?" Chris answered from behind.
The man couldn't help but laugh. "You need to ask? For me to be more specific?"
"After nearly two decades of this shit," Chris stomped back in. He walked on top of one guard's back and another man's genitals. "Yeah, I do."