In another realm:
The wind shrieked around the rock spires and howled through the
chasms of the forgotten wastelands of Nesu. In the distance sits the Black
Crystal Palace. Wyverns soar through the red sky and imps chatter in the
caverns under the mountains.
Within the Palace, two figures are talking, one pacing the polished
black marble floor and the other sitting on the red satin draped chair on a
dias at the back of the room. Underneath the satin, the gleam of human bone
can be seen.
"Are you sure it was him?" the female voice hissed from the chair.
"Certain." the male voice replied from the floor.
These figures were almost spectral. The figure on the chair constantly
shifted from one shape to another, sometimes human, sometimes not.
"You are agitated, Sister, you are shifting form constantly."
The figure materialized into a six-winged creature with flame red hair
and crystalline violet eyes.
"You seem to like your demihuman form quite well, for you use it to
manifest even here, dear Brother" The last of this was delivered almost
mockingly.
"You are quite attached to your old form, and you scatter feathers
everywhere. I grow weary of feathers,and we are not angels anymore. Or have
you forgotten that?"
"Well, I meant no offense to you, it's just the fact that your chosen
form is so weak."
"This form serves the purpose, we don't have to worry about fighting
here. Perhaps we should return to the earth-plane before we are missed."
"Indeed," the other replied as she faded away.
With its mistress gone, a small red dragon bounds onto the chair.
Redland police station: "Where the hell is Hunter?" the Chief bellowed." If she's asleep somewhere, I'm gonna..." "Gonna what Chiefieboy?" Milla replied arrogantly, twirling a small knife in her hand. "Sit on me?" Leon covered his mouth and tried to suppress a laugh, but didn't quite succeed. "You think you're a comedian, don't you Hunter? Well, I'm not laughing." Milla walked the knife across the back of her knuckles, flicked it behind her hand, then held her palms out toward the chief. Her hands were empty. "Get out of here and join the circus, those stupid tricks are not appreciated here." the Chief grumbled as he reached for his coffee cup. He drew his hand back when he saw the knife Milla had been fiddling with sticking in the desk beside his mug. "Shut your yap," Milla snapped, then walked out of the office. "I still need to talk to you!" Milla glanced back over her shoulder. "Well, that's tough, shitbag," she said with a grin. She plopped down in front of her computer. "Watch it, Milla, the Chief is not happy today." Leon said nonchalantly. "I don't care" "Suit yourself." "Hey, Hunter, phone call!" Milla looked up from her PC for a moment then replied,"I got it over here." She talked fo a moment, then hung up in a hurry. She shut the computer down and yelled at Leon. "Hey, Kennedy,if anyone needs me, call my apartment and leave a message. In other words, if anyone needs me in the next little bit, too bad." "Okay, whatever," he called back. Milla grabbed her keys and her coat, then rushed out the door.
Umbrella HQ
"Stolen, you say?" Nikkolhas asked Wesker, his clawlike hands holding a fine Japanese teacup. "How did this manage to happen, Albert?" First name, this is trouble, Wesker thought to himself. How did this guy do this? Wesker had no fear of anyone, not even the other CEOs, but this guy...how? "Don't give me an excuse, I want it found, you little shitbag, got it?" Nikkolhas said, although it came out in an almost bestial growl. He's a B.O.W. too, that's the only thing it could be...Wesker mused. "Get out of here, Wesker. Oh, yeah, one more thing...I am not quite a bio- organic weapon." Nikkolhas smiled. "If you are wise you will stop asking questions." Damn...Wesker thought as he left.
Milla's apartment:
Milla set her keys down on the table by the door and removed her shoes, then proceeded to the living room where she turned on the television. "The top story today is the theft of the sword from the Redland Museum. Officials say that there was no indication of a forced entry, even the glass display case was unbroken. There were no fingerprints left at the scene, and police have no suspects in the case." "Hn. Swiped it right out from under their noses. Have to hand it to the thief, they're good." She went to the kitchen and started to fix herself some sushi, her favorite from her frequent visits to Tokyo, when the telephone rang.
Redland police station:
"Come on, you gotta be there by now," Leon mumbled. "Hello" "Milla, get back down here, we got a big problem. The sw..." "I saw the news, Leon" Milla interrupted, "Thief was good, ne?" "Yeah, too good. They think it was an inside job." "Wouldn't you figure, the assholes tell us not to touch it, then tote it off. Typical." she snorted. "Well, who are they assigning to the case?" "Henderson and Minx. They already left for the museum." Leon told her, flipping through some papers. Behind him, a man in a black suit and top hat smiled, then left the building. Leon took no notice. "Let me finish my sushi, then I'll be on down. If anyone else called me, I would have told them where to go and what to do when they got there." With a good-natured chuckle, she hung up. "I believe that,"Leon said to himself, replacing the reciever on the hook. He decided that he actually liked Milla, strange as she was.
Later
"I'm back," Milla called as she walked in the door. "Here, Leon, have some sushi." "I don't eat raw fish," Leon said, wrinkling his nose. "Sushi isn't raw fish. That would be shashimi." she replied. "I make sushi without meat ." "Oh," Leon picked up a piece of sushi and popped it into his mouth."Pretty good, where did you learn to make it?" "Tokyo. Now, what's the story on our O.J. Simpson sword here?" "No prints, no break in, nothing. The security tape was erased during the theft, all we get from that is snow on all monitors." "Electromagnets will scramble a security cam, did they find any evidence of that?" Milla asked, looking at photos of the crime scene. "Not on the inital search, but that doue bring up an interesting point. Maybe we should send you down there to take a look," Henderson chimed in from the back. "We couldn'd find diddly." "Maybe I will go take a look." With this she left.
In a warehouse on the south side of Redland:
"Here it is, put it where it won't be found." "Sure thing, boss" Milla handed the package to a short, greasy-haired rat of a man, who in turn put it in the trunk of the car that he had been leaning on. "Now get outta here," she called over her shoulder as she walked out the door. The man stood for a moment, then hopped into his car. Why didn't she take it there herself? The loony bitch is a different person every time I see her... A sharp pain trobbed a the base of his skull, and a voice echoed through his mind. "You are expendable, you know" Her again, Jesus will she never stop? He started the car and headed for Redland Park.
Redland police station: "Where the hell is Hunter?" the Chief bellowed." If she's asleep somewhere, I'm gonna..." "Gonna what Chiefieboy?" Milla replied arrogantly, twirling a small knife in her hand. "Sit on me?" Leon covered his mouth and tried to suppress a laugh, but didn't quite succeed. "You think you're a comedian, don't you Hunter? Well, I'm not laughing." Milla walked the knife across the back of her knuckles, flicked it behind her hand, then held her palms out toward the chief. Her hands were empty. "Get out of here and join the circus, those stupid tricks are not appreciated here." the Chief grumbled as he reached for his coffee cup. He drew his hand back when he saw the knife Milla had been fiddling with sticking in the desk beside his mug. "Shut your yap," Milla snapped, then walked out of the office. "I still need to talk to you!" Milla glanced back over her shoulder. "Well, that's tough, shitbag," she said with a grin. She plopped down in front of her computer. "Watch it, Milla, the Chief is not happy today." Leon said nonchalantly. "I don't care" "Suit yourself." "Hey, Hunter, phone call!" Milla looked up from her PC for a moment then replied,"I got it over here." She talked fo a moment, then hung up in a hurry. She shut the computer down and yelled at Leon. "Hey, Kennedy,if anyone needs me, call my apartment and leave a message. In other words, if anyone needs me in the next little bit, too bad." "Okay, whatever," he called back. Milla grabbed her keys and her coat, then rushed out the door.
Umbrella HQ
"Stolen, you say?" Nikkolhas asked Wesker, his clawlike hands holding a fine Japanese teacup. "How did this manage to happen, Albert?" First name, this is trouble, Wesker thought to himself. How did this guy do this? Wesker had no fear of anyone, not even the other CEOs, but this guy...how? "Don't give me an excuse, I want it found, you little shitbag, got it?" Nikkolhas said, although it came out in an almost bestial growl. He's a B.O.W. too, that's the only thing it could be...Wesker mused. "Get out of here, Wesker. Oh, yeah, one more thing...I am not quite a bio- organic weapon." Nikkolhas smiled. "If you are wise you will stop asking questions." Damn...Wesker thought as he left.
Milla's apartment:
Milla set her keys down on the table by the door and removed her shoes, then proceeded to the living room where she turned on the television. "The top story today is the theft of the sword from the Redland Museum. Officials say that there was no indication of a forced entry, even the glass display case was unbroken. There were no fingerprints left at the scene, and police have no suspects in the case." "Hn. Swiped it right out from under their noses. Have to hand it to the thief, they're good." She went to the kitchen and started to fix herself some sushi, her favorite from her frequent visits to Tokyo, when the telephone rang.
Redland police station:
"Come on, you gotta be there by now," Leon mumbled. "Hello" "Milla, get back down here, we got a big problem. The sw..." "I saw the news, Leon" Milla interrupted, "Thief was good, ne?" "Yeah, too good. They think it was an inside job." "Wouldn't you figure, the assholes tell us not to touch it, then tote it off. Typical." she snorted. "Well, who are they assigning to the case?" "Henderson and Minx. They already left for the museum." Leon told her, flipping through some papers. Behind him, a man in a black suit and top hat smiled, then left the building. Leon took no notice. "Let me finish my sushi, then I'll be on down. If anyone else called me, I would have told them where to go and what to do when they got there." With a good-natured chuckle, she hung up. "I believe that,"Leon said to himself, replacing the reciever on the hook. He decided that he actually liked Milla, strange as she was.
Later
"I'm back," Milla called as she walked in the door. "Here, Leon, have some sushi." "I don't eat raw fish," Leon said, wrinkling his nose. "Sushi isn't raw fish. That would be shashimi." she replied. "I make sushi without meat ." "Oh," Leon picked up a piece of sushi and popped it into his mouth."Pretty good, where did you learn to make it?" "Tokyo. Now, what's the story on our O.J. Simpson sword here?" "No prints, no break in, nothing. The security tape was erased during the theft, all we get from that is snow on all monitors." "Electromagnets will scramble a security cam, did they find any evidence of that?" Milla asked, looking at photos of the crime scene. "Not on the inital search, but that doue bring up an interesting point. Maybe we should send you down there to take a look," Henderson chimed in from the back. "We couldn'd find diddly." "Maybe I will go take a look." With this she left.
In a warehouse on the south side of Redland:
"Here it is, put it where it won't be found." "Sure thing, boss" Milla handed the package to a short, greasy-haired rat of a man, who in turn put it in the trunk of the car that he had been leaning on. "Now get outta here," she called over her shoulder as she walked out the door. The man stood for a moment, then hopped into his car. Why didn't she take it there herself? The loony bitch is a different person every time I see her... A sharp pain trobbed a the base of his skull, and a voice echoed through his mind. "You are expendable, you know" Her again, Jesus will she never stop? He started the car and headed for Redland Park.