Chapter Seven: Magi Attacks!
After the mishap on both sides, the two camps were in a state of alert. Alexia's nerves were on razor edge and
her brother was checking to see if his rifle was properly loaded.
Thankfully, Chris, Jill, and Leon were the calmer. Jill and Leon were sitting at their camp, stoking the fire,
wandering how Chief--er, Warden Irons had died.
"What do you suppose killed him?" Jill asked.
Leon scoffed. "Did you ever see him eat?"
Chris appeared and sat down beside Jill. In his hands, he was holding his Remmington shotgun. "Seems the
guys from Umbrella had a little misfortune of their own today. Nicholai told me that three of their diggers
were killed."
Jill leaned in closer. "What? How?"
"Pressurized salt acid. Some sort of ancient booby-trap," Chris replied.
Leon tossed another log into the fire. "Maybe this place really is cursed."
A gust of wind blows through the camp. The campfire flickers. Chris and Leon share a nervous look.
Jill laughs. "Oh, you two."
Chris jacked a shell into the shotgun. "You don't believe in curses?"
Jill shook her head. "I believe if I can see it and I can touch it, then it's real. That's what I believe."
Chris's grip tightened on the shotgun. "I believe in being prepared."
While this is going on, Leon is fishing through the late Irons' pouch. He reaches in, scrounging around. Then
Leon screams in pain and pulls his hand back out of the pouch, causing Chris and Jill to jump. "WHAT?! WHAT IS
IT?!" they both yelled.
Leon sucks his finger, then reaches back into the pouch and pulls out a liquor bottle, the top having been
chipped off. Leon smiles at the bottle, then turns the pouch inside-out and shakes it, nothing but sand is
inside it.
"Wow! Glenlivet! Twelve years old!" Leon rejoiced. He yanked the cork out of the bottle and took a whiff. It
still smelled good. "Well, he may have been a stinky guy, but he had good taste."
Leon takes a swig from the bottle, while Chris and Jill smiled guiltily at each other. Suddenly, Chris raised
his hand, silencing the other two. Jill looked at his face. He had an intense look of concentration on his
face.
"What is it?" she asked.
Chris toses her his shotgun and pulls out his Berettas. "Wait here."
He gets up and takes off running through the ruins. Jill immediately gets up and runs after him. Leon grabs
his gun, holds the bottle of Glenlivet tight and dashes after her. "Excuse me! But didn't the man just say
'wait here?' Jill!"
***
Upon arriving at the Umbrella camp, Chris found the camp under attack from about two dozen Magi riders riding
through on powerful Arabians, firing upon the diggers with their guns and rifles. Nicholai (with half of his
face covered in shaving foam) and Alfred respond by returning fire on the Magi, during which Alfred was shot
in the arm, but thankfully, it was a flesh wound.
Alexia was flinging, bloody ichor at the attackers, which upon contact with the Magi riders, bursted into
flames. Wesker, however had a more aggressive approach when it came to dealing with the Magi. Using his
superhuman speed and strength, Wesker was bum-rushing and clotheslining Magi riders left and right.
Chris enters into the fray, blasting away Magi left and right. Then Jill shows up. A Magi rider saw her and
attempted to cut her down, but in an attempt to escape, Jill trips over her own feet, spins and accidentally
pulls the trigger, blasting the Magi rider clean off his mount.
Leon was hiding behind a wall, shooting at the Magi riders. The Vinny hid beside him and swiped the bottle of
wine from him. Just as he was taking a swig, he sees a Magi rider charging at them on his horse, preparing to
decapitate the both of them with his sword.
Vinny spat out the wine--right into Leon's face-- and took off. Leon followed suit, but the Magi was closing
in on him fast and furious. When he turns around, he finds the Magi falling to the ground, thanks to a mid-air
tackle by Chris.
The scarf covering the Magi's face unravels, the face belonging to Carlos Oliveira. He brings the scimitar to
bear on Chris, but he shoots it out of his hand. While Chris was shooting at another charging Magi, Carlos had
another scmitar out and when Chris turned his attention back to Carlos, he knocked the gun out of his hand,
and sends Chris running.
Chris dives and rolls and comes up with a stick of dynamite in his hand. He shoves the fuse into the fire,
igniting it and shoves the explosive into Carlos's face.
Carlos stops short of killing Chris. He shouts to the other Magi riders in Arabic, giving the order to stop.
With dramatic flair, he points his scmitar to Chris. "We will shed no more blood. Leave this place...or die!
You have one day!"
He jumps onto his horse and once again shouts in Arabic to his followers to order to ride out. Carlos then
gallops out followed by his Magi raiders. Chris yanks the fuse out of the stick of dynamite and throws it away.
Looking around for a moment, he saw Jill flat on her back, still holding the smoking shotgun. Chris helps her
up and checks her out for bruises and other cuts. "You okay?" he asked.
Jill looks up into his strong eyes. It's the first time he's shown genuine concern for her. And she likes it.
He's also holding her a little too close. And she likes that too. She manages to stop blushing in time. "I'm
fine. Thanks."
Wesker helped Vinny to his feet. "This proves it. Seti's fortune has got to be there!"
Alfred holds his chin in thought. "For them to protect it like this, you just know there's got to be treasure
down there."
Chris is still holding Jill close. "I don't buy it. These men are a desert people. They value water, not gold."
Nicholai walks up to Chris. His face is still half-covered with shaving foam. "I propose that we set up camp
together for the night. What do you say?"
***
Later on, Leon--now drunk--keels over. He is now drunk and is now fast asleep. Chris and Jill laugh, both
half-in-the-bag themselves, the bottle of wine is almost gone. Chris offers the bottle to Jill, who justs
waves it away.
"Unlike my brother, sir, I know when to say no," Jill slurred.
Chris downs the remining wine and throws the bottle away. "Unlike your brother, Miss Valentine, you I don't
get."
Jill had the biggest smile on her face. "I know, you're wondering, what's a place like me doing in a girl like
this?"
Chris forced a chuckle. "Uh, something like that."
Jill pulled out a small locket (she got it on loan from Sherry) and opened it. Inside was a photo of Jill and
Leon when she was younger and her parents. "Egypt is in my blood. My father was a famous explorer, he loved
Egypt so much that he married an Egyptian--my mother--who was quite an adventurer herself."
Chris nodded. "Okay, I get your parents and I get your brother, but what are you doing here?"
Jill stands up, obviously insulted. "I may not be an explorer, or an adventurer, or a treasure hunter, or a
gunfighter, Mister Redfield, but I'm proud of what I am."
"And that is?"
Jill grinned. "I...am a librarian!"
Chris facefaulted.
Jill plopped back down beside him, really drunk, she grins and proudly lifts her head high. "I'm going to kiss
you, Mister Redfield."
"Chris," he insisted.
"What?"
"Call me Chris."
She gives him a goofy smile. They both leaned forward and closes their eyes. Then Jill slumps forward and
passes out. Chris just smiles.
After the mishap on both sides, the two camps were in a state of alert. Alexia's nerves were on razor edge and
her brother was checking to see if his rifle was properly loaded.
Thankfully, Chris, Jill, and Leon were the calmer. Jill and Leon were sitting at their camp, stoking the fire,
wandering how Chief--er, Warden Irons had died.
"What do you suppose killed him?" Jill asked.
Leon scoffed. "Did you ever see him eat?"
Chris appeared and sat down beside Jill. In his hands, he was holding his Remmington shotgun. "Seems the
guys from Umbrella had a little misfortune of their own today. Nicholai told me that three of their diggers
were killed."
Jill leaned in closer. "What? How?"
"Pressurized salt acid. Some sort of ancient booby-trap," Chris replied.
Leon tossed another log into the fire. "Maybe this place really is cursed."
A gust of wind blows through the camp. The campfire flickers. Chris and Leon share a nervous look.
Jill laughs. "Oh, you two."
Chris jacked a shell into the shotgun. "You don't believe in curses?"
Jill shook her head. "I believe if I can see it and I can touch it, then it's real. That's what I believe."
Chris's grip tightened on the shotgun. "I believe in being prepared."
While this is going on, Leon is fishing through the late Irons' pouch. He reaches in, scrounging around. Then
Leon screams in pain and pulls his hand back out of the pouch, causing Chris and Jill to jump. "WHAT?! WHAT IS
IT?!" they both yelled.
Leon sucks his finger, then reaches back into the pouch and pulls out a liquor bottle, the top having been
chipped off. Leon smiles at the bottle, then turns the pouch inside-out and shakes it, nothing but sand is
inside it.
"Wow! Glenlivet! Twelve years old!" Leon rejoiced. He yanked the cork out of the bottle and took a whiff. It
still smelled good. "Well, he may have been a stinky guy, but he had good taste."
Leon takes a swig from the bottle, while Chris and Jill smiled guiltily at each other. Suddenly, Chris raised
his hand, silencing the other two. Jill looked at his face. He had an intense look of concentration on his
face.
"What is it?" she asked.
Chris toses her his shotgun and pulls out his Berettas. "Wait here."
He gets up and takes off running through the ruins. Jill immediately gets up and runs after him. Leon grabs
his gun, holds the bottle of Glenlivet tight and dashes after her. "Excuse me! But didn't the man just say
'wait here?' Jill!"
***
Upon arriving at the Umbrella camp, Chris found the camp under attack from about two dozen Magi riders riding
through on powerful Arabians, firing upon the diggers with their guns and rifles. Nicholai (with half of his
face covered in shaving foam) and Alfred respond by returning fire on the Magi, during which Alfred was shot
in the arm, but thankfully, it was a flesh wound.
Alexia was flinging, bloody ichor at the attackers, which upon contact with the Magi riders, bursted into
flames. Wesker, however had a more aggressive approach when it came to dealing with the Magi. Using his
superhuman speed and strength, Wesker was bum-rushing and clotheslining Magi riders left and right.
Chris enters into the fray, blasting away Magi left and right. Then Jill shows up. A Magi rider saw her and
attempted to cut her down, but in an attempt to escape, Jill trips over her own feet, spins and accidentally
pulls the trigger, blasting the Magi rider clean off his mount.
Leon was hiding behind a wall, shooting at the Magi riders. The Vinny hid beside him and swiped the bottle of
wine from him. Just as he was taking a swig, he sees a Magi rider charging at them on his horse, preparing to
decapitate the both of them with his sword.
Vinny spat out the wine--right into Leon's face-- and took off. Leon followed suit, but the Magi was closing
in on him fast and furious. When he turns around, he finds the Magi falling to the ground, thanks to a mid-air
tackle by Chris.
The scarf covering the Magi's face unravels, the face belonging to Carlos Oliveira. He brings the scimitar to
bear on Chris, but he shoots it out of his hand. While Chris was shooting at another charging Magi, Carlos had
another scmitar out and when Chris turned his attention back to Carlos, he knocked the gun out of his hand,
and sends Chris running.
Chris dives and rolls and comes up with a stick of dynamite in his hand. He shoves the fuse into the fire,
igniting it and shoves the explosive into Carlos's face.
Carlos stops short of killing Chris. He shouts to the other Magi riders in Arabic, giving the order to stop.
With dramatic flair, he points his scmitar to Chris. "We will shed no more blood. Leave this place...or die!
You have one day!"
He jumps onto his horse and once again shouts in Arabic to his followers to order to ride out. Carlos then
gallops out followed by his Magi raiders. Chris yanks the fuse out of the stick of dynamite and throws it away.
Looking around for a moment, he saw Jill flat on her back, still holding the smoking shotgun. Chris helps her
up and checks her out for bruises and other cuts. "You okay?" he asked.
Jill looks up into his strong eyes. It's the first time he's shown genuine concern for her. And she likes it.
He's also holding her a little too close. And she likes that too. She manages to stop blushing in time. "I'm
fine. Thanks."
Wesker helped Vinny to his feet. "This proves it. Seti's fortune has got to be there!"
Alfred holds his chin in thought. "For them to protect it like this, you just know there's got to be treasure
down there."
Chris is still holding Jill close. "I don't buy it. These men are a desert people. They value water, not gold."
Nicholai walks up to Chris. His face is still half-covered with shaving foam. "I propose that we set up camp
together for the night. What do you say?"
***
Later on, Leon--now drunk--keels over. He is now drunk and is now fast asleep. Chris and Jill laugh, both
half-in-the-bag themselves, the bottle of wine is almost gone. Chris offers the bottle to Jill, who justs
waves it away.
"Unlike my brother, sir, I know when to say no," Jill slurred.
Chris downs the remining wine and throws the bottle away. "Unlike your brother, Miss Valentine, you I don't
get."
Jill had the biggest smile on her face. "I know, you're wondering, what's a place like me doing in a girl like
this?"
Chris forced a chuckle. "Uh, something like that."
Jill pulled out a small locket (she got it on loan from Sherry) and opened it. Inside was a photo of Jill and
Leon when she was younger and her parents. "Egypt is in my blood. My father was a famous explorer, he loved
Egypt so much that he married an Egyptian--my mother--who was quite an adventurer herself."
Chris nodded. "Okay, I get your parents and I get your brother, but what are you doing here?"
Jill stands up, obviously insulted. "I may not be an explorer, or an adventurer, or a treasure hunter, or a
gunfighter, Mister Redfield, but I'm proud of what I am."
"And that is?"
Jill grinned. "I...am a librarian!"
Chris facefaulted.
Jill plopped back down beside him, really drunk, she grins and proudly lifts her head high. "I'm going to kiss
you, Mister Redfield."
"Chris," he insisted.
"What?"
"Call me Chris."
She gives him a goofy smile. They both leaned forward and closes their eyes. Then Jill slumps forward and
passes out. Chris just smiles.