Last Escape
Prologue
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil, nor do I own any of it's characters, Capcom does. And I do not own Tomb Raider or any of it's characters, Eidos does. There, now with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy. This is the first of many chapters, well, most of my fics or stories are.
The head of Umbrella Corporation stepped out of his long black limousine, looking up at the massive mansion infront of him. He looked like the everyday businessman, he wore a black suit with a white shirt, a baby-blue tie around his neck to compliment his eyes. His short cropped blond hair slightly oiled, and his face clean shaven. He would have been a handsome man, but the ugliness of his soul and heart made him feared by those who knew him. Those who knew the terrible deeds he had planned for Raccoon City were terrified of him.
He smiled a smooth, confident smile as he slowly walked up the steps of the Croft Estate. He had heard of this person from a colleague of his, a very reliable one at that. Police Chief Bryon Irons had hired this same person many times before, although, those little artifacts that were lying around the Raccoon Police Department were nothing compared to what he wanted now. This artifact contained the one that he needed to create the ultimate weapon, the one thing he could use to finally be rid of those S.T.A.R.S. pest.
He rang the doorbell, and a man who appeared to be in about his mid-40's answered. "Hello? How may I help you?"
"Hello, I'm here to see Lady Lara Croft. My name is James Dracksen, and I have a proposition for her."
"Step inside sir.", he motioned to the large living area, "Just have a seat here. The lady will be with you in a moment."
Dracksen smiled that same smile. "Thank you."
Hillary walked over to Bryce, who was sitting at his workstation that was covered in junk, which was nothing unusual. He cleared his throat, "Tell her to get out of that blasted practice area, she has a guest.", he paused, "A very important looking fellow from the looks of it."
"Ohh..buggas! She just trashed Simon again!" Bryce whined and started to beat his head against the workstation table.
Hillary chuckled. "You know, sometimes I actually pity you Bryce."
"Gee, thanks. But pity doesn't help put Simon back together, now does it?"
As Hillary was about to reply, Lara Croft stepped out of the training area, taking off her pistol holster's at the same time. Hillary cleared his throat, and she looked up. "Yes, Hillary?"
"You have a visitor. He's waiting for you in the living area." He motioned with a hand to the handsome looking man who was sitting on the sofa.
"Very well. Here, take these." She lugged her pistol belt into his arms with ease, and smiled to herself when she heard him grunt as he carried them back upstairs. She reached the living area and put on the smiled she used to charm people. "Hello, I'm Lady Croft, how can I be of service?"
He stood up and held out a hand for her to shake. "Lady Croft, it's a pleasure." He took her hand and brought it up to his mouth, kissing it gently, then lowering it as he let it go. "My name is James Dracken, head of the Umbrella Corporation. I came to acquire about your services as a Tomb Raider. You did some work for a colleague of mine many times before, Bryon Irons ring a bell?"
She nodded slowly. "Yes, a rather rude man if you don't mind me saying, but he did have the money, so I never complained."
Dracksen chuckled slightly. "Yes, ma'am. That's him. Anyway, if it's money you're worried about, I've got plenty of it. If you should choose to accept my offer, you will be paid upon retrieval of the artifact I am seeking."
She eyed him for a moment, and decided he seemed like an honest businessman. "Alright, what it is you wish for me to retrieve?"
He motioned for her to take a seat as he sat down. "What I want is a stone located deep in the jungles of Brazil. It's in a temple called the Temple of Xhacan, a medicine man who people once believed could raise the dead. The jewel you are looking for is a large sapphire, about the size of your fist.", he handed her a file that he had carried inside with him, "This file contains the coordinates of the Temple, and any information you wish to know about the stone."
She took the file, flipping through it, then brought her attention back to him. "Why do you wish to posses such and item? If you don't mind me asking?"
He simply shrugged. "I just like to collect things that stimulate my..inner child." He laughed. "Silly, isn't it?"
"No..not at all. Well, Mr. Dracksen, before you know it, that stone will be sitting pretty in your office."
He smiled and stood up, looking at his watch. "I really hate to cut this so short Lady Croft, but I must catch my plane back to the states. I left my address in the file. If you don't mind, once you retrieve the stone, come to my office in Raccoon City, and you will recieve your payment there."
"Very well. I'll be seeing you soon then. I hope you have a nice flight back home."
He nodded politely to her. "Thank you, and a safe journey to you as well." He smiled once more, then turned away and exited the manor. Upon entering his limousine, he starting laughing a sinister laugh. "These damned S.T.A.R.S. members are as good as dead now!" The driver put the car in gear and once he was out on the main road, he sped off away from the Croft Estate.
Jill Valentine sat at her desk in the S.T.A.R.S. office inside the Raccoon Police Dept. sweat clinging to her forehead. The air conditioning was out throughout the entire building, and Irons wouldn't d anything about it. She tried to ignore it as she looked over reports from inside sources at Umbrella Inc., who was apparently not having any luck learning anything at all, until she came across one from Dracksen's secretary, or so he thought she was anyway. It reported that he had taken a trip to Europe, to meet with a very "important" person. It didn't do any good, because it didn't say who. She threw down the report, too frustrated to read anymore, and looked over her desk over at her new partner, Rebecca Chambers. She had been assigned to work with Rebecca after Chris suddenly resigned from the RPD, she figured he couldn't take the stress of the job anymore. "God, why doesn't Irons just get this damn thing fixed?"
Prologue
Disclaimer: I don't own Resident Evil, nor do I own any of it's characters, Capcom does. And I do not own Tomb Raider or any of it's characters, Eidos does. There, now with that out of the way, I hope you enjoy. This is the first of many chapters, well, most of my fics or stories are.
The head of Umbrella Corporation stepped out of his long black limousine, looking up at the massive mansion infront of him. He looked like the everyday businessman, he wore a black suit with a white shirt, a baby-blue tie around his neck to compliment his eyes. His short cropped blond hair slightly oiled, and his face clean shaven. He would have been a handsome man, but the ugliness of his soul and heart made him feared by those who knew him. Those who knew the terrible deeds he had planned for Raccoon City were terrified of him.
He smiled a smooth, confident smile as he slowly walked up the steps of the Croft Estate. He had heard of this person from a colleague of his, a very reliable one at that. Police Chief Bryon Irons had hired this same person many times before, although, those little artifacts that were lying around the Raccoon Police Department were nothing compared to what he wanted now. This artifact contained the one that he needed to create the ultimate weapon, the one thing he could use to finally be rid of those S.T.A.R.S. pest.
He rang the doorbell, and a man who appeared to be in about his mid-40's answered. "Hello? How may I help you?"
"Hello, I'm here to see Lady Lara Croft. My name is James Dracksen, and I have a proposition for her."
"Step inside sir.", he motioned to the large living area, "Just have a seat here. The lady will be with you in a moment."
Dracksen smiled that same smile. "Thank you."
Hillary walked over to Bryce, who was sitting at his workstation that was covered in junk, which was nothing unusual. He cleared his throat, "Tell her to get out of that blasted practice area, she has a guest.", he paused, "A very important looking fellow from the looks of it."
"Ohh..buggas! She just trashed Simon again!" Bryce whined and started to beat his head against the workstation table.
Hillary chuckled. "You know, sometimes I actually pity you Bryce."
"Gee, thanks. But pity doesn't help put Simon back together, now does it?"
As Hillary was about to reply, Lara Croft stepped out of the training area, taking off her pistol holster's at the same time. Hillary cleared his throat, and she looked up. "Yes, Hillary?"
"You have a visitor. He's waiting for you in the living area." He motioned with a hand to the handsome looking man who was sitting on the sofa.
"Very well. Here, take these." She lugged her pistol belt into his arms with ease, and smiled to herself when she heard him grunt as he carried them back upstairs. She reached the living area and put on the smiled she used to charm people. "Hello, I'm Lady Croft, how can I be of service?"
He stood up and held out a hand for her to shake. "Lady Croft, it's a pleasure." He took her hand and brought it up to his mouth, kissing it gently, then lowering it as he let it go. "My name is James Dracken, head of the Umbrella Corporation. I came to acquire about your services as a Tomb Raider. You did some work for a colleague of mine many times before, Bryon Irons ring a bell?"
She nodded slowly. "Yes, a rather rude man if you don't mind me saying, but he did have the money, so I never complained."
Dracksen chuckled slightly. "Yes, ma'am. That's him. Anyway, if it's money you're worried about, I've got plenty of it. If you should choose to accept my offer, you will be paid upon retrieval of the artifact I am seeking."
She eyed him for a moment, and decided he seemed like an honest businessman. "Alright, what it is you wish for me to retrieve?"
He motioned for her to take a seat as he sat down. "What I want is a stone located deep in the jungles of Brazil. It's in a temple called the Temple of Xhacan, a medicine man who people once believed could raise the dead. The jewel you are looking for is a large sapphire, about the size of your fist.", he handed her a file that he had carried inside with him, "This file contains the coordinates of the Temple, and any information you wish to know about the stone."
She took the file, flipping through it, then brought her attention back to him. "Why do you wish to posses such and item? If you don't mind me asking?"
He simply shrugged. "I just like to collect things that stimulate my..inner child." He laughed. "Silly, isn't it?"
"No..not at all. Well, Mr. Dracksen, before you know it, that stone will be sitting pretty in your office."
He smiled and stood up, looking at his watch. "I really hate to cut this so short Lady Croft, but I must catch my plane back to the states. I left my address in the file. If you don't mind, once you retrieve the stone, come to my office in Raccoon City, and you will recieve your payment there."
"Very well. I'll be seeing you soon then. I hope you have a nice flight back home."
He nodded politely to her. "Thank you, and a safe journey to you as well." He smiled once more, then turned away and exited the manor. Upon entering his limousine, he starting laughing a sinister laugh. "These damned S.T.A.R.S. members are as good as dead now!" The driver put the car in gear and once he was out on the main road, he sped off away from the Croft Estate.
Jill Valentine sat at her desk in the S.T.A.R.S. office inside the Raccoon Police Dept. sweat clinging to her forehead. The air conditioning was out throughout the entire building, and Irons wouldn't d anything about it. She tried to ignore it as she looked over reports from inside sources at Umbrella Inc., who was apparently not having any luck learning anything at all, until she came across one from Dracksen's secretary, or so he thought she was anyway. It reported that he had taken a trip to Europe, to meet with a very "important" person. It didn't do any good, because it didn't say who. She threw down the report, too frustrated to read anymore, and looked over her desk over at her new partner, Rebecca Chambers. She had been assigned to work with Rebecca after Chris suddenly resigned from the RPD, she figured he couldn't take the stress of the job anymore. "God, why doesn't Irons just get this damn thing fixed?"