( I don't own Micheal Jackson or his record "Thriller".)
Resident Evil: Woman Hunt prt III
Claire worked at her laptop for hour trying to hack into the Umbrella files to steal any secret documents that would lead her to her suspect. She wasn't sure if this particular person was the culprit. She had no sufficient and persuading evidence, but he worked for Umbrella, and that was something she could rely on. Claire had enough info to narrow the list of suspects down which was a good thing. She wouldn't have to do any extra preliminary work. Finally, after hours of hacking, she had found who she was looking for. His location, looks, address, everything. Then her brother Chris walked up to her.
"So, you finished with your laptop yet?" He asked
"Yeah. What time is it?" Claire replied.
"It's 12:00am.Get some rest. We'll gather up the crew then head out tomorrow morning." said Steve.
Claire was up extra early at 9:30. She had a knack for getting up early when the time calls for it.
'Must be another Chris trait,' she thought. She saw that her comp had been fondled with. Then she noticed that Chris wasn't up yet.
'Where is he??I told him not to leave without me.' she thought. The usual thinking-/-talking-to-herself-trait-from-big-bro-to-little-sister gene kicking in. Claire walked upstairs and much to her disapproval, she found that Chris was out of the house. She found a note in the refrigerator in Chris' handwriting which read:
Dear Claire,
I know you told me to stay here and wait for you, but seeing as to how you take years (exaggeration) to get up, showered, dressed, and ready, I decided to leave without you. I know this could sound harsh, but as your OLDER brother, I think it is my responsibility to express my mind to my 'wittle' sister. But now, getting to my good side, I left some money for you to get some breakfast at MickeyD's. They stop serving breakfast at ten. See 'ya at Jill's.
Your brother
Chris(topher)
Claire was almost amused by the letter. So she took the money and left with her keys in hand. She walked across the street and opened her car door and started it up. As she did, she noticed that a man was being wheeled off on a stretcher. From what she saw, his skin was green and he looked as if he had been infected with a huge virus. Claire looked at it and shook it off. She drove a way. While driving, her conscience urged her to turn on some music. She hit the buttons on her stereo to try and find a suitable radio station to listen to. When she found one, she left the dial there. One of her favorite child/teenhood artists was on. It was "Thriller" from Michael Jackson, another one of her teen idols. She sung along with the song as it entered the second verse.
You hear the door slam *slam*, and realize that there's nowhere left to run.
You feel the cold, *brrrr*, and wonder if you'll ever see the sun. You close your eyes, and hope that this is just imagination. Girl.
But other while, you hear a creature creepin' up behind…you're out of time….
Cause' this is THRILLAH!! THRILLAH NIGHT! There ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes, yeah.
THRILLAH!! *woohoo* THRILLA NIGHT!! You're fighting for your life inside a KILLA..THRILLA
Claire loved Michael as a teen. She also loved Indiana Jones when she was 13.(you don't mind if I used that, do you……Mayumi_H? Don't hurt me….please?) She finally reached her destination. She got out of her car and walked up to Jill's apartment while humming the lyrics to Thriller. She knocked on the door and next thing she knew, Carlos was holding a gun to her face.
" Oh. Sorry Claire. I thought you were from Umbrella." Carlos said with an apology
"Theres a million-to-one chance that someone who nocks on the door is from Umbrella. I could have been the president or your future wife. I wouldn't want to marry you, seeing as to how you get trigger happy and all." Claire responded with a serious but happy tone. She walked in and first thing to catch her eye was a man tied to a chair with the rest of the crew with their weapons drawn. Claire assumed that they were against the man in the chair.
"Who is he.?" Claire asked curiously. She hadn't suspected that he was from Umbrella…or formerly from umbrella, but then she inferred that he must've been. The group wouldn't draw their weapons if he wasn't.
"He's with Umbrella. He retrieved the G." Steve said. Then Steve gave him a disgusted look and smacked him with the back of his right hand. Chris, who was pretty tired of hearing the lame excuses from the Umbrella agent yelled at him.
"TELL US WHAT UMBRELLA HAS UP THEIR SLEEVE, NOW!!"
" I told you, I don't know." , the retired agent said bruised and battered. He received a punch to the gut for that one.
"But," the agent then coughed up blood. "I know someone who does. His father was in Raccoon at the time of the outbreak. He's been tracking them down ever since. His name is Ian."
"IAN WHAT??" Carlos yelled out of frustration. He punched the retired agent in the jaw.
"Priest!! His name is Ian Priest. Please, I told you what you wanted to know. Now please let me go. Don't abuse me any more." The retired agent cried and pleaded. He was let go and he walked into the bathroom and cleaned himself up. Jill helped him. Chris leaned against a wall.
"Real brilliant," he said, "How the hell are we gonna find one guy out of all the people in Manhattan?"
"Relax." Jill said while coming out of the bathroom. Chris gave the agent his patented don't-touch-my-girl-if-you-value-your-life look.
"We'll find this guy. Don't worry."
A/N: Now, I know that Steve is dead after CV. Actually, I didn't until I saw a review of mine. Well, constructive criticism is welcome. Flames are not. If you liked this story, put me on your favorite authors list. It's up to you.