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RESIDENT EVIL: ROAD TO DESTINY
CHAPTER 7
Leon awoke to the loud sounds of chopper rotors. Brushing his arm across his weary eyes, he slowly sat up and got out of bed. He walked over to his window blinds and opened his curtains then suddenly a whoosh of air rushed into his room.
Leon stuck out his head to get a better look. Sitting there, a few levels below him, was a huge S.T.A.R.S issued helicopter. Leon put his hand over his face to ward off the forceful wind. Scowling, he pulled his head back then yanked his closet open and ripped out some of his clothing. Leon quickly dressed then marched out of his room into the adjoining hallway to see Claire standing on the other end, in front of her own door. She was also dressed and looking around, much like he was.
Leon ran over to her. "What the hell is going on?" He asked in frustration.
"I don't know!" She said, equally as confused as he was. "I thought you would know."
Leon shook his head. He turned his head right then left, scanning the hallways to see if anyone else was around who might have information on what the situation was.
Claire pushed a strand of hair behind her ear in annoyance. "Well obviously something's going on and I'm going to find out!" She turned crisply then began marching towards the north end of the hallway.
Leon scrambled after her to catch up. "Hey hold up will you? I'm coming too!"
Claire shrugged and continued walking. "Fine, do whatever you want." Subconsciously, Claire greatly appreciated the support. She couldn't explain it but once the whole situation fell into place, Leon and her were like the odd one's out. With the exception of Carlos, Chris made it apparent after his speech that this was mainly a S.T.A.R.S operation. It was as if they had a personal score to settle with umbrella that far surpassed those of her and Leon.
'Well too bad!' Claire said to herself mentally. 'Cause Leon and me both lost someone very important to us and I'll be damned if I let Chris and the others hog all the glory.' Claire smiled to herself absently. It was good to know she was not alone in her turmoil.
The pair reached Chris's room in no time at all. Claire knocked on the door loudly. "Chris! Open up right now! What the hell is going on outside?"
After waiting a few moments, Claire banged on the door again. "Chris are you in there?"
Leon looked around the hallway then towards the flight of stairs leading down. "He's not there. I'm guessing he's either in the board room or the hanger bay."
Claire turned to face him and nodded. "Right. Let's go check the hanger bay first, then we'll check the board room."
Leon nodded his head then smiled faintly. "Hey we make a good team you know that?"
Claire grinned back. "Yeah we do don't we? I give the orders and you obey! Kinda like having my own personal pet."
"Hey!" Leon objected angrily.
"Claire simply laughed then began to run towards the hanger bay. "Stop yapp'in and start running. We have to catch up or we may end up getting left behind!"
Leon bit back an angry response and ran after her.
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Carlos roughly shoved Chris against the wall. "What the fu#k is your problem? Are you nuts!?"
Chris gingerly gripped Carlos hand and yanked it off of him. "First of all…" He said in a calm voice. "Don't touch me. And secondly, I have no problem. I meant just what I said. We're leaving."
Carlos barley got his anger in check. "Why?"
"Look, somehow Umbrella got wind of our position and they've sent a s.w.a.t. team out to clean shop. We have to take off right now! So do you want to stop yapping and help me get some of this equipment on board?"
"And where are we going to go? This is our last safe heaven!"
Chris sighed in annoyance. "I have another safehouse. We were going to head there anyway. That's where we'll drop Sherry off to make sure she stays safe. Once we leave from there, we head to Umbrella's main facility."
Carlos growled in rage and punched the side locker. He and Chris were currently in the hanger area of the safehouse. Once the Chopper rotors had started up, Carlos immediately ran towards the hanger, thinking it was an Umbrella attack only to see that it was Chris loading stuff up and prepping the chopper for take off. He had been the first one there thus he had no one holding him back from attacking Chris outright. However, he was learning that Chris wasn't such an easy target to provoke a fight with.
Carlos rubbed the bridge of his nose in vexation. "Look Chris, I'm gonna be straight with you and I expect you to do the same for me…"
Chris didn't answer but turned his head slightly towards Carlos to show he was listening.
"What's going on between you and Jill? Are you two an item or something? Jill won't say nothing so now I'm asking you. What's going on?"
Chris let out another sigh then leaned against the wall. "Carlos I'm only going to say this once." He walked over to the mercenary so that he was now face to face with him. Carlos narrowed his eyes in speculation that Chris was going to hit him.
Chris eyed him evenly. "Grow up!"
"What!?"
"Jill doesn't need some macho jackass ok? Yes, there was something going on between us in the past but that's all it is now! The past! Stop acting like such a fu#king baby and grow up! You keep this up and you will lose her for good."
Carlos was insulted at Chris remark but at the same time, relief at his answer held his anger in check.
Chris turned his back and began walking back to the chopper. "You just better take good care of her. Cause otherwise…"
Chris suddenly spun around and whipped out his handgun. The move was so fast, Carlos didn't have a chance to react. All he could do was stare grimly into the barrel of Chris 9mm handgun.
"…I'll kill you." Chris finished. He then quickly flipped his gun back into his pouch and continued walking towards the chopper. Carlos clenched his fists now ready to come to blows with the S.T.A.R.S officer then suddenly the door swung open and in came Barry, Jill, Rebecca and everyone else with the exception of Leon and Claire.
"Chris what's going on?" Barry asked. "What's with the chopper?"
Chris smiled lightly. "I thought it would be the fastest way to wake you all up. Unlike in the police department, we don't have alarms here. I just picked up a report over the radio waves. Umbrella's sending an attack our way. They must have tracked one of our helicopters as it was coming in yesterday. Anyway, we need to pack the rest of the gear up so we can get ready for takeoff."
Barry nodded. "Ok we'll help. Uh… Chris… How big is this strike force anyway?"
Chris shook his head. "I don't know but if anything, I'll just bet their going to send some heavy firepower down on us. And you know what that means!"
Barry nodded grimly. "Yeah. I guess we better get a move on then."
Carlos noticed Jill was at the back of the group. She had a slightly despondent look in her eyes. He quickly walked over to her.
"Hey Jill. You don't look so good. Is something wrong?"
Jill shook her head wearily. "It's nothing Carlos, don't worry about it. I'm just tired that's all."
Carlos gave her a concerned look but eventually turned his attention back towards the cases of ammunition and equipment and got back to work loading them up on the plane.
Nobody said anything as they all rushed to load the supplies onto the chopper. Time was of the essence.
Suddenly they all heard the sounds of another loud chopper looming in over the horizons.
"Shit!" James seethed as he looked around nervously, expecting the enemy to come out at them at any time.
BOOOOOM
The force knocked everyone off their feet.
"What the hell was that!?!" Cried Belivan in alarm.
"Cool your jets Frank!" Aiken replied in an equally loud voice. "Just concentrate on getting those crates inside the chopper!"
"That's right!" Derrick ran up to the nearest stack of crates and began chucking them into the chopper as fast as he could. "Lets get a move on people!" He yelled as he furiously hefted another crate and launched it in.
Barry immediately joined him and soon everyone was doing their part.
Suddenly Chris looked up in alarm. "Where's Leon and Claire?" He asked anxiously.
Barry looked around in a shocked expression. "We didn't see them on our way here!"
Sherry, who was standing with Walter Risakes, began to get scared. "They aren't here?!?" The young girl cried frantically. "We've gotta get them before the monsters come!"
Chris quickly tossed his crate to James Mathy. "James can you take over for me? I'm going to get them!"
James nodded and carried the crate all the way to the chopper, loading it up with the rest.
Chris turned towards Barry. "As soon as you have the crates locked and loaded, I want you to take off."
Barry was appalled. "Chris you know I can't-"
"Look Barry, just do it! We'll catch up with you, don't worry about that. What concerns me now is our takeoff. Their first objective is going to be to close off all exit routes which means their first target is the hanger bay! I need you to get this thing in the air! Once you spot us, drop us a ladder and we'll get on board. I'll make sure of that! I promise."
Barry reluctantly nodded his head. "Ok Chris… But if you're not there when we swing by, you better believe we'll stay here until we find you."
Chris smiled. "Thanks old friend. But there's no need to worry about that. I'm not going to die here. There's still too much we all have to do… together!"
Barry clamped his palm on Chris shoulder. "Get going pal. You need all the time you can get to find your sister."
Chris smiled. "Thanks. Just make sure you do your part! I'll be back as fast as I can!"
With that, Chris ran off towards the exit to the hanger bay. Barry watched his retreating form for a moment then let out a sigh. 'You better come back alive kid…'
::::::::::To Be Continued::::::::::
Author's note: Thanks for reading and please stay tuned for the next chapter.