Chris had been glad he had had his sister's line tapped. He had done it in case Leon had decided to bless everyone with a phone call to tell them he was okay and had just taken a road trip or something undoubtedly stupid that only Leon could do. He didn't like the guy. He felt he was getting a little to close for comfort to his sister. He hadn't, however, expected a phone call from Albert Wesker at 2:00 in the morning.
'Figures.' Chris thought thinking back, 'He always did tell us "Expect nothing." guess I'm forgetting my training already. '
"No one's making any bargains with you Wesker. Least of all my sister."
"Oh really, is that why you cut her off from me? To tell me that she'd say no deal? Or is it because your afraid that you're own sister might trade you off for a one night stand?" Wesker sat on the other line smiling, twisting the phone cord and imagining it to be Chris Redfield. He had only worked with the man for a short time, but he knew very well how to get the young man wound. He remembered one incident in which one of the newer recruits had made a vulgar comment regarding Redfield's little sister. Chris had cornered the man after hearing of it. That meant a trip for the man to the hospital, a week of work missed for him, and what would have been a month's sabbatical for Redfield had not Wesker spoke to the chief. That way Redfield had been there to go to the mansion. Afterwards Wesker could have shot himself in the head for that one.
"We both know damn well Wesker that you would never hold up your end in a bargain."
"That's where your wrong Redfield. I am fully willing to hold up my end in this bargain so long as I get what I want. My corporation has no further use for your friends and have given me the duty of disposing of them. And since they both pose no threat, I decided to take advantage of this opportunity. So I'll give you your friends back and all I want in return is to kill you. Fair enough?"
There was silence on the line which Wesker knew meant Chris was actually truly considering his offer.
'And just when you think I couldn't get any nicer...' Wesker mused to himself
"How 'bout this Redfield. I'll give you until 3:27 tomorrow to decide. After that I'll mail you before and after pictures of your friends."
Before Chris had time to reply Wesker had hung up the phone.
'Figures.' Chris thought thinking back, 'He always did tell us "Expect nothing." guess I'm forgetting my training already. '
"No one's making any bargains with you Wesker. Least of all my sister."
"Oh really, is that why you cut her off from me? To tell me that she'd say no deal? Or is it because your afraid that you're own sister might trade you off for a one night stand?" Wesker sat on the other line smiling, twisting the phone cord and imagining it to be Chris Redfield. He had only worked with the man for a short time, but he knew very well how to get the young man wound. He remembered one incident in which one of the newer recruits had made a vulgar comment regarding Redfield's little sister. Chris had cornered the man after hearing of it. That meant a trip for the man to the hospital, a week of work missed for him, and what would have been a month's sabbatical for Redfield had not Wesker spoke to the chief. That way Redfield had been there to go to the mansion. Afterwards Wesker could have shot himself in the head for that one.
"We both know damn well Wesker that you would never hold up your end in a bargain."
"That's where your wrong Redfield. I am fully willing to hold up my end in this bargain so long as I get what I want. My corporation has no further use for your friends and have given me the duty of disposing of them. And since they both pose no threat, I decided to take advantage of this opportunity. So I'll give you your friends back and all I want in return is to kill you. Fair enough?"
There was silence on the line which Wesker knew meant Chris was actually truly considering his offer.
'And just when you think I couldn't get any nicer...' Wesker mused to himself
"How 'bout this Redfield. I'll give you until 3:27 tomorrow to decide. After that I'll mail you before and after pictures of your friends."
Before Chris had time to reply Wesker had hung up the phone.