Resident Evil

Forever Doomed 2: Retribution

CHAPTER THREE

Over the next few days, Lance and the others had organized their idea's on the safest and quickest way for entering and leaving the city, and what should be brought in case of any situation.

They had decided that getting in and out by helicopter was their best bet. Lance had let them know of a parking lot near his home which should have enough room to land, but if worse came to worse they would just have to descend from ladders; all in all it was a no thinker.

Chris said that one of his friends owed him a favor, and had got him to arrange a time for him to drop them off. They had decided to do it at night, as not to get caught by other planes or 'copters.

Naturally all would be equipped; Chris would have his usual colt, Jill her 9mm, fifteen round Glock, Claire and Lance the same. For back-up purposes and emergencies Chris would also be armed with six hand grenades.

Of course they'd also have the essentials: flashlights, a couple of combat knives, a first aid kit, a few portable radios for communication, and some rope--

--because you have to be prepared for anything. God, please let my mother be alright, I don't know what'd I'd do without her.

"Isn't that right, Lance?" asked Chris

"Huh? Oh, sorry, I must've spaced out. What was the question?"

"Dan, our chopper pilot, he needs to know, the parking lot is right by your house, right?"

"Yeah."

"Yeah, Dan, no problem. So, um, we have a few things left to do, and I guess we'll see you around eight. Okay, and thanks again buddy. Bye."

"So everything's set?" asked Jill walking into the room with four flashlights.

"Yup, got the firearms, extra ammo, rope, flashlights, and the grenades. I think we're all set to go."

"Let's do this." Claire said as they all got up and headed for the door.

Jill held the door for Chris and his sister Claire, but stopped Lance on his way out.

"You ready?" she asked.

"As ready as I'm going to get."

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"Your work is highly appreciated, Albert, and you've done exceptionally on all missions."

"I am quite honored, sir."

"We have one more assignment for you. A close friend to the company, Daniel Preston, has let us know that Chris Redfield, along with his sister, Claire, and Jill Valentine are preparing to fly into North Brunswick around eight this evening. We want you to go in and dispose of them. I don't care how, just do it."

Wesker smirked slyly. "Consider it done."

"Good."

"One more question, if I may."

"Proceed."

"Where is the departure occurring, I may want to wish Mr. Redfield and Ms. Valentine a safe journey."

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"Are we almost there, Chris, it's almost eight-thirty."

"Don't worry, we'll be there within five minutes. The traffic around this parts is outrageous."

"I hope so."

Silence fell over the group, and Chris had been right, within minutes they had reached the heliport.

I haven't seen Dan in years, wonder if he's the same joker he was back in the force.

"Chris! hey bro."

"Dan, long time no see. Here, let me introduce you to the gang. This is Jill and Lance, and of course you already know Claire."

"How could I forget. You know I still remember the time where you got into--"

"Save it." Claire said, walking past Dan towards one of the two 'copters.

"She never did like you too much." said Chris lightheartedly.

"What are you talking about, bro, she loves me!"

"Right, she loves you just as--"

"Can we get going, it's quarter to nine." interrupted Lance looking down at his watch..

"You don't have to be so rude about--"

"Be nice," whispered Chris into Dan's ear, "kid's had a rough couple of months."

"I think Lance is right, let's get the show on the road." said Jill, walking towards the helicopter. "Come on, Lance."

"Let's go." Chris and Dan followed behind.

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"So, Chris, you think you could get into North Brunswick that easily?"

Wesker sat in the driver's seat of the black, two-door Volkswagen Passat. He glanced down at the clock set into the headboard--

--Shit! it's eight-thirty. Bastards better not have left yet!

Outraged, Wesker adjusted his shades and sped up, the car rocketing past and between other vehicles of all colors and sizes.

I will make it, and I promise you that, Redfield.

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"Everyone fastened in?" asked Dan rhetorically from the pilot's seat. "Good, let's go!"

The sound of the propellers whirring above filled the silence of the helicopter, and within a matter of moments they were airborne, raising above the high walls of the heliport and out into the distance.

"So, Claire. How about we say after you finish with all of this we get a bite to eat."

I've got her now!

Cleverly, Claire zipped up the zipper on her red sweatshirt.

"Hey, what was that for!?" asked Dan.

Claire smirked slightly, "wouldn't want our pilot to get distracted, would we?"

Chris laughed at the ingenious remark.

"Almost there." said Dan, around a half an hour later.

PING!

"What was that?" asked Jill.

"Who in hell..." said Dan from upfront, not paying attention to Jill's question.

"What?" asked Chris, "What's the problem?"

"We have somebody on our tail, and there firing at us."

Bzzzt!

"Why hello, Mr. Preston." An all too familiar voice filled the small 'copter.

"Ahh, Captain Wesker, I was wondering when you would get in touch with me." said Dan from the front, the tone in his voice had changed completely.

"Danny, they've got you too?"

"Not for long, I must say." answered Wesker.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm afraid I have been sent to dispose of you and you're group."

"Please, this has nothing to do with you, Chris and I are old friends! I couldn't just say no! Please, don't."

Wesker clicked his tongue at Dan's plead. "I'm sorry, I'm just following boss's orders."

Another violent PING filled the air. Dan turned off the radio.

"So," said Chris, angrily, "you knew about Umbrella and Wesker this whole time."

"Please, Chris, I never intended for this to happen."

PING!

"Look, we're right above the city, and with that bastard firing at us we won't all make it in here. I'll lower you four down into the city."

"You can't!" screamed Jill. "That's suicide!"

"Look," said Dan, "either you all go down there, and let me do this, or we'll all die up here."

PING! PING!! PING!!!

Non-stop firing from Wesker began as the helicopter began a slow decent. Suddenly, the helicopter swerved violently.

"Shit!" said Dan, "he's hit the propellers, we won't make it!"

"Okay," Chris said to the others, "I've been in many situations like this, when the helicopter is closer to the ground, we jump out in the opposite direction. And don't forget, tuck and roll!"

"Thirty-four meters."

"Everybody ready!?" They all nodded in agreement as Chris opened the door.

"Twenty-six meters!"

"On three!"

"One,"

"Eighteen!"

"two,"

"Twelve!"

"Three!" Claire jumped first, followed by Jill and Lance.

Chris looked back at Dan, and then jumped.

"You want me dead, Wesker? Come and get me!" Within seconds a whirring of bright red light filled the night sky, and just as fast, it was all over.