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Disclaimer: I don't own any of the RE stuff or the Capcom stuff or the characters,except Ian Priest and his half-brother David Frost (different fathers)
I'm aware that Steve should be dead,but this is a fic. My fic.So there for, Steve will live but suffer a painfully slow death.
The story begins now because I'm the author and I said it begins now.
The gang sat in Jill's place, scattered around various parts of the room in deep thought,sort of. Everyone was trying how to find the somewhat infamous Ian Priest,the man the former Umbrella Agent had revealed to them. Chris was compiling a list of supplies needed for the next mission. Then, Carlos piped up with an idea.
"You know,I think there is a way to find this guy." He said.
"How," Jill asked, "We don't even know where to start."
Chris, on the verge of changing the subject, called for Steve.
"Hey Steve, can you go down to the Army Surplus gun store and get these,for me?" He asked. Steve took the list and looked at it in awe. He has never used an array of weapons like this except a few of the handguns.
"What the hell….are we going to war?", Steve asked. The response he got was everyone looking up at him as if he were an idiot.
"Okay then," he said, "I'm off." Steve left for the shop using his silver PT Cruiser.
Steve arrived at the gun shop with the long list. Luckily, there was no one there except an African-American man who looked to be 6'3". He had black corn-rowed hair with the braided bead-riddled ends to his shoulder blades. He had brown eyes, obviously, and was wearing black baggy jeans with Timberland boots. Steve and the anon(ymous) man exchanged glances once and went on about their business.
"Okay, sir," the cashier said , "I'm gonna need to see some ID and a permit." The man reached in his wallet and pulled out both. Steve was floating around some of the aisles looking for the needed items on the list but was lucky enough to only find a few. He had been in some deep thought until he heard the cashier read off the name of the other man.
"Okay Mr….Ian Priest. If you could fill out these forms for me, I'll be greatly obliged."
"Yes sir." Ian began, as he filled out the registration papers.
'Ian Priest??? That's the guy!!!', Steve thought. Steve whipped out the cell phone and called Jill's place, not noticing that his wallet had fallen out of his pocket also.
Meanwhile, back at the residence of Jill Valentine…..
The crew had dispersed themselves all over the apartment while waiting for Steve to get back, hopefully with some usefull information, though they still were skeptical that any would turn up. Suddenly, the phone rang.
*Rilililililililililing*
Jill answered the phone.
"Hello? Oh, hi Steve."
"JILL!! Thank god you answered. Hey look, go round up the others and tell them to wait outside the Army Surplus Gun shop on 34th and 2nd –"
"Whoa whoa whoa. Steve, slow down.", Jill said, interrupting him. "Go one by one."
"Okay," Steve started, only to be interrupted again, "The guy that the former Umbrella agent informed us about-"
"Ian Priest, yeah, I remember. Continue." Jill replied.
Steve started off again.
"Well,he's here at the gun shop and he's purchasing what appears to be a handgun magazine, a shotgun, shells, and some other handgun with lazer sighting and optional silencer. I need you guys-"
And was interrupted again.
"You need us to come down there, just in case anything goes down,right?" Jill asked.
"Can you please stop interrupting me?" Steve asked with a tone.
"We'll be down there, oh , and Steve?"
"Yeah?"
"Don't talk to me with that tone."
"….okay."
15 minutes later….
"You guys wait here," Carlos said beginning to walk to the 7/11 across the street from where Jill and Claire were parked. Carlos's car was behind theirs. "I'm gonna go get some
" Guys??" Jill and Claire asked unanimously.
"You know what I meant." Carlos said playfully. Carlos
"So is that the building that Steve's in?." Jill asked Claire, nodding to the Army Surplus gun shop.
"Yeah.",Claire answered. "Look,there he is now." Steve then stepped out of the shop and ran towards Claire's car.
And of course, Steve was interrupted again.
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"Is that him right there?" Jill asked pointing at him. Steve was pretty much annoyed by now, drumming his fingers on the inside of the driver's seat door.
"Jesus ,Jill you just can't stand to not let me-," Steve turned around and his eyes widened. "That's him." He said calmly.
"Should we go get him.?" Jill asked.
"Yeah," Claire spoke up, "But don't go doing anything rash." Jill and Claire got out of the car while Steve ran over to his to drop off his items. While returning, Claire gave him an "act natural and be cool" look. They advanced toward Ian. Now this is when Ian sensed something was up from the corner of his eyes. He looked back, to see the three coming towards him. His instincts told him to run, but that would prove he was hiding something.
He ran anyway.
Ian ran to his white Mustang, revved up the engine and sped off.
"SHIT!!" Jill yelled.
"FUCK!!" yelled Steve
"DAMNIT!" yelled Claire.
"Come on!",Yelled Steve , "Lets get the bastard!" Claire started up her car with Jill not far behind getting in. Steve hopped into his own PT Cruiser and waited for Claire to pull off. Just then, Carlos walked out of the 7/11 with a Pepsi in hand, completely oblivious to the yelling of obscenities and getaway Ian.
"What's going on?" he asked, seeing the rest of his friends in the cars. Then Claire sped off, chasing the White Mustang. Steve informed Carlos.
"Come one!! Follow us! That's the guy!" Steve yelled out his window. Carlos complied, dropped his soda, and ran to his car and followed his colleagues .
"No no no! Umbrella must've got a screw loose," Chris thought out loud,a trait the his younger sister Claire had, "You can't destroy the whole of Manhattan and expect to get away with it. That's like trying to drop a nuke on the Pentagon and expect the whole of DC to remain unscathed." Chris chuckled to himself to calm his nerves. Then suddenly,without warning, a white Mustang sped past Chris,nearly colliding with him as he reached the red light. He pulled on the breaks and glared at the passing car. Then, he noticed a car similar to Claire's, Steve's and Carlos's in hot pursuit. So, since he didn't want his sister,nor his girlfriend to be injured, he followed.
Ian put his foot on the clutch and shifted gear again, gaining an even bigger gap between him and his pursuers. He looked in his rear veiw mirrior. They were still there. At least his car was faster than theirs. The Mustang gave him an unfair advantage, but it was one that he would need. Thankfully, Ian's apartment complex came into veiw, along with the parking garage. Ian shifted gear again, widening the gap, giving him ample time to get to his apartment. Ian parked his car, got out, brining his supplies with him and ran up the stairs to his apartment,tossing the suplies on the couch. The others weren't too far behind. They followed him, even into the unusually big apartment itself. But it wouldn't be that easy. Steve, bursting into the room, caught a clothesline, sending him off his feet and onto his upper back. No major injuries. Ian then grabbed him by his collar, and threw him up against the wall a few times. Steve was stunned a bit when Jill came to his aid. She blindsided Ian with a punch to the cheekbone, sending him over the couch and onto the floor. Ian, reached up and grabbed his H & K Mark 23 Socom with laser sighting and optional silencer and aimed it up at the advancing Claire, but to no avail. Jill pulled out her magnum while Steve unholstered his. Claire, Carlos and Chris decided to join in and they aimed at the fallen Ian also. He conceded.
"Alright,you got me." Ian said. He tossed his weapon onto the couch where Carlos picked it up, making sure to keep it from Ian. Then, Ian's half brother, David Frost, ran into the room but stopped dead in his tracks when he the cold metal of Claire's gun against his cheek. He looked at his fallen brother.
"What the fuck happened to you!?!?!" he asked, slang in his vocabulary.
"We are the ones who are going to ask the questions." , Jill said abruptly. Chris helped Ian up and he sat down. "Why were you at the gun shop, today?" she asked.
"…Buying guns, maybe?", Ian said sarcastically.
"Hey bud, we have been through WAY too much lately and sarcasm ain't gonna be our cure." Claire said.
"Don't be talkin' to my brother like that!", David yelled.
"Whatever, bro.", Claire said.
"Listen, we're here on some really serious business, okay. So let us work together on this." Carlos suggested. Ian turned and looked at them one by one.
"'Together?'" Ian said. "No, man. I work alone.",Ian said smugly.
"With what we're up against?,I don't think so." Chris said. Ian looked at Chris. Chris looked at Ian. Ian knew. Chris knew that Ian knew. Ian knew that Chris knew that he knew.
"Together?", Ian asked.
"Together.", Chris said.
"Alright, then. It's settled." ,Jill said. She would be the first to lower her gun from Ian. The rest followed. Chris' stomach growled again, reminding him of his seemingly everlasting hunger.
"Can we discuss the rest over dinner??," Chris asked while looking at his watch, "It's 7:30."
"Yeah." Ian said. The gang left their weapons in the apartment and walked out. Claire caught up with him.
"Sorry about the punch.",Claire said, nodding to the small swelling on Ian's cheekbone.
"Don't worry about it.", Ian said, "It didn't hurt much."
Claire chuckled. Ian then stopped ahead of the group and turned to them.
"Alright, y'all. This is some serious shit were in and we gotta keep it on the down low, alright?"
The others agreed and started off.
"So where we gonna eat at?", David asked.
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El Finish (this chapter, at least)
A/N: Sorry for the long wait. Had a lot of stuff to do but I wouldn't let you fans down.