I'm back, and only after a short while....well, since all my reviews about
my fic are good reviews, I'm keeping this up. The bad news: only one person
sent in reviews (THANK YOU VERY MUCH, by the way). Ok, the contest if off,
sorry, but check out the latest chapter for the newest contest (still no
prizes except for self-gratification). Here you go, CHAPTER 2
THE ASSAULT Chapter 2: The Redfields Do Australia
By: EvilQuatreX(aka me, over here, see?)
It was almost dusk and his younger sister was asleep in the second seat in the harrier. Chris had been flying nonstop for 3 hours until he caught a sight of a patch of land. The patch of land spread out further, looking more like a continent. With a sigh of relief, he woke Claire up. He spotted Australia.
"...mmm, finally," Claire groggily said as she awoke from her slumber in the jet while Chris was trying to scope out a patch of land concealed from most people, but still close to a city, so they didn't have long to walk if they were to try to find a room to stay. But first, they had to find money.
Finally, they landed, a few miles outside Melbourne, Australia. While Chris was shutting down the harrier, Claire decided to check out the things next to her. Most of them were buttons and navigation equipment, but she found a medium sized tin box with the Ashford insignia carved onto it. She opened the box, only to find a Beretta and an extra clip of ammo, but she also found something else. Beneath the hidden gun, Claire found, rather conveniently, a money clip with the Ashford crest on it. However, the money clip held something.
"Well, well, well, look at what I found. Whoever was supposed to fly this thing planned ahead."
"What did you find?" Chris asked, hoping it was what he thought it was.
"Other than the gun, he had about...1, 2.......5......ten hundred dollars with him. One catch, though..." Claire said, rather grimly.
"...do I want to know?"
"You're going to find out anyways. It's in American currency," Claire stated, finding Chris was not acting as shocked as she thought he would be.
"Well," Chris said, as he opened the cockpit to let them both out, "I guess we'll just have to find an airport."
After Chris said that, they both exited the harrier and walked down the road towards the nearest city, hoping they would be able to find an airport. As they walked down the desolate road, the made small talk to pass the time by, discussing how Chris was doing after the last time they were together again, relationships, who mom liked better, and who dad liked better as well and other things siblings would talk about. Even though they were both grown adults, they still kept a part of their inner childhood for times like these, and it felt good to both of them to act like this once in a while.
After a while of walking, they came across minor roads and small houses, but after a while longer of walking, they found themselves in the big city, surrounded by cars, buildings and people walking on the sidewalks. The Redfields weren't used to cars driving on the left side of the road, so they knew this wasn't the U.S. They asked around for directions to the nearest airport and, sure enough, there was an airport there, but they had to walk quite a distance to get to it. No matter, they walked there, barely getting there before dusk.
"Ok, we're at the airport. Now what?" Claire asked her brother.
"Usually, airports that harbor international flights can exchange money for their type of currency, so that's what we're looking for," Chris responded as he was eyeing above the crowd trying to find the vender. After 10 minutes of searching and asking, they came across a booth managed by a woman with curled, brown hair.
"G'day, how may I help you?" asked the woman at the desk.
"Um, yeah, we ne--" Chris was cut off by a ringing phone behind the desk.
"Oh, excuse me, hold on a second," the woman answered the phone. To her, it was an everyday conversation, but to Chris and Claire, it was possibly her boyfriend, or husband, or someone she was in love with, by the sound of her voice throughout the conversation. They waited patiently as she talked on the phone, until she cut off because of her waiting customers. She said her good-byes and hung up the phone. "...Sorry, can I help you?" the woman asked, as if the two had never been there before while she was on the phone.
".....oh, ok. Can you exchange our money, please? We only have U.S. currency and we really need a place to stay the night. Can you help us out?" Chris completed his unasked question to the woman.
"Oh, sorry love, we're closing up now, I can't really do this now. Maybe you can come back tomorrow?" The woman behind the counter said in response to Chris's question, obviously not listening to him.
"Not to make any trouble or anything, but we really need this money, we don't know where else we can go to do this. Can you help us out just this once? I mea--" Chris was cut off again by the brown-haired clerk.
"However, we are now accepting Frequent Flyer passes, would that help you out any?"
"..I mea...What?......no, no, we need this money now, please," Chris was sounding desperate for this money.
"I'm sorry, we're closing up and we aren't taking any more customers today, our hours on holidays are shorter, so you should come back tomorrow, but we will open up later in the day," the clerk senselessly told the two while she put up a closed sign and packed up her stuff to go home for the day.
"No, you don't understand, we need this money. Please, as a favor to us, just take this money, and exchange it. It won't take long, just a few minutes, and we'll be out of your hair, ok?" Chris was now starting to sound irritated. Finally, the clerk stood upright and looked at him and Claire for a while and didn't say anything.
"...................Can I help you?"
Chris looked at her for a while, then folded his head into his arms and leaned on the desk in front of him.
"Listen," Claire said, sounding threatening to the woman, "we need this money. Now open up that drawer, take our money, and replace it with some god damn Australian money!"
"I'm sorry miss, but we can only give out traveler's checks here."
"THEN GIVE US SOME FREAKIN TRAVELER'S CHECKS!!!" Most of the people still in the airport gave looks to Claire as she shouted at the clerk.
"Ok, how many traveler's checks do you want?" the clerk was now scared of the younger woman.
"Thank you. We need ten thousand dollars worth of checks, please,"
After a little while, the clerk cautiously gave Claire the traveler's checks while Chris, dumbfoundedly, gave her the wad of money. Chris had never seen her sister this threatening before. Well, at least in a public place. Once they received their money, they left the airport, favoring the walk to the city rather than a taxi. In their opinion, the driver might forget what is happening and crash or something, with their experience with Australian airline workers.
Once they found their way to the city, they decided to look for a hotel, but most of the cheap ones were taken by tourists. Luckily, they found a decent hotel and checked in there. Once they checked in, they went out to find a new change of clothes. Chris's S.T.A.R.S. tactics uniform was coated with dried blood and dirt, some of the blood being his own, remembering his fight with Wesker. Claire's outfit was fairly clean, but had the occassional patch of mixed dirt and blood. They went to the nearest mall (although not Chris's idea, but he had no choice with Claire wanting so much to go. Even though she was a biker chick, she still had a soft girl spot in her.) and found a decent change of clothes. Claire found a new pair of dark denim jeans and a baggy white T-shirt, but she kept her vest jacket on with it. Chris had found a pair of baggy carpenter jeans and a baggy dark green shirt. He decided to keep his combat boots on because he kept a history with them while he was still in the Air Force, and because he didn't look conspicuous with them. His baggy jeans kept them from being seen often.
"Hey, Chris, I have a question for you," asked Claire.
"Yeah, shoot."
"...do you think this shirt makes me look fat?" Claire said rather jokingly.
"....heh....now the world really IS coming to an end," Chris said in response to his sister's inquiry. They both laughed at the joke and they made their way to a CD store. They both hated not having music with them, and this time was no exception. They went into the store and looked around for a while. Chris found the S.C.I.E.N.C.E. CD. He had liked Incubus for a while because of their music management. Claire found a Limp Bizkit CD. Hey, she was a rock girl. They also bought CD players and headphones to accompany their CDs. Chris already had this Incubus CD, but his house was trashed, so he couldn't go back to get it. After they were done buying things for one day, they decided to go back to the hotel and order pizza for something to eat, bickering about what toppings they wanted on the way. Before they went to their room, they booked a flight to the States.
After 5 or so minutes of waiting in their room, the pizza guy showed up. They paid him for the pizza, then ate while trying to find something on TV. The time showed 8:00 on their hotel clock, but they had only realized that it became January 1, 1999 a while ago. They celebrated anyway, raising their morale and trying to forget about Antarctica. It succeeded. Claire finally decided to give into sleep and went to bed around 10:15. She immediately went to sleep after she was lying in the bed.
Chris, however, was not so lucky.
He couldn't sleep a wink until he did something. He let Claire sleep away, she deserved it, while he went down to the hotel pay phone, so as not to awake Claire, and placed an international call.
At that same time, in another place far away from Australia, A man with a partially burnt face was planning something.
"Sir, we've hacked into their personal files," said an unknown voice, muffled behind a ski mask.
"..and?"
"We found out where Umbrella's factory is."
"Good. Brief the others on the mission, then prepare for it."
"Yes sir."
The man excused himself from the partially burnt man, the burn severely decreasing in size before his eyes. "Sir, when should we strike?"
"...........one day before they do. We can wait," was all the man said before the man in the ski mask left.
"Soon.......you'll die...." was all the now-fully healed man said. He raised a pair of jet black sunglasses to his eyes and left through a door enclosed in shadows.
Ok, there's chapter 2 down....or 3, whichever, if you count the prologue....oh well....ok, the contest is off, just giving another reminder. Everything that is supposed to be there is in place, nothing (that I know of) is out of place, and the winner(s) name's will be put up on chapter 4. If this goes well in the next chapter, I might do it for others, too......later.
THE ASSAULT Chapter 2: The Redfields Do Australia
By: EvilQuatreX(aka me, over here, see?)
It was almost dusk and his younger sister was asleep in the second seat in the harrier. Chris had been flying nonstop for 3 hours until he caught a sight of a patch of land. The patch of land spread out further, looking more like a continent. With a sigh of relief, he woke Claire up. He spotted Australia.
"...mmm, finally," Claire groggily said as she awoke from her slumber in the jet while Chris was trying to scope out a patch of land concealed from most people, but still close to a city, so they didn't have long to walk if they were to try to find a room to stay. But first, they had to find money.
Finally, they landed, a few miles outside Melbourne, Australia. While Chris was shutting down the harrier, Claire decided to check out the things next to her. Most of them were buttons and navigation equipment, but she found a medium sized tin box with the Ashford insignia carved onto it. She opened the box, only to find a Beretta and an extra clip of ammo, but she also found something else. Beneath the hidden gun, Claire found, rather conveniently, a money clip with the Ashford crest on it. However, the money clip held something.
"Well, well, well, look at what I found. Whoever was supposed to fly this thing planned ahead."
"What did you find?" Chris asked, hoping it was what he thought it was.
"Other than the gun, he had about...1, 2.......5......ten hundred dollars with him. One catch, though..." Claire said, rather grimly.
"...do I want to know?"
"You're going to find out anyways. It's in American currency," Claire stated, finding Chris was not acting as shocked as she thought he would be.
"Well," Chris said, as he opened the cockpit to let them both out, "I guess we'll just have to find an airport."
After Chris said that, they both exited the harrier and walked down the road towards the nearest city, hoping they would be able to find an airport. As they walked down the desolate road, the made small talk to pass the time by, discussing how Chris was doing after the last time they were together again, relationships, who mom liked better, and who dad liked better as well and other things siblings would talk about. Even though they were both grown adults, they still kept a part of their inner childhood for times like these, and it felt good to both of them to act like this once in a while.
After a while of walking, they came across minor roads and small houses, but after a while longer of walking, they found themselves in the big city, surrounded by cars, buildings and people walking on the sidewalks. The Redfields weren't used to cars driving on the left side of the road, so they knew this wasn't the U.S. They asked around for directions to the nearest airport and, sure enough, there was an airport there, but they had to walk quite a distance to get to it. No matter, they walked there, barely getting there before dusk.
"Ok, we're at the airport. Now what?" Claire asked her brother.
"Usually, airports that harbor international flights can exchange money for their type of currency, so that's what we're looking for," Chris responded as he was eyeing above the crowd trying to find the vender. After 10 minutes of searching and asking, they came across a booth managed by a woman with curled, brown hair.
"G'day, how may I help you?" asked the woman at the desk.
"Um, yeah, we ne--" Chris was cut off by a ringing phone behind the desk.
"Oh, excuse me, hold on a second," the woman answered the phone. To her, it was an everyday conversation, but to Chris and Claire, it was possibly her boyfriend, or husband, or someone she was in love with, by the sound of her voice throughout the conversation. They waited patiently as she talked on the phone, until she cut off because of her waiting customers. She said her good-byes and hung up the phone. "...Sorry, can I help you?" the woman asked, as if the two had never been there before while she was on the phone.
".....oh, ok. Can you exchange our money, please? We only have U.S. currency and we really need a place to stay the night. Can you help us out?" Chris completed his unasked question to the woman.
"Oh, sorry love, we're closing up now, I can't really do this now. Maybe you can come back tomorrow?" The woman behind the counter said in response to Chris's question, obviously not listening to him.
"Not to make any trouble or anything, but we really need this money, we don't know where else we can go to do this. Can you help us out just this once? I mea--" Chris was cut off again by the brown-haired clerk.
"However, we are now accepting Frequent Flyer passes, would that help you out any?"
"..I mea...What?......no, no, we need this money now, please," Chris was sounding desperate for this money.
"I'm sorry, we're closing up and we aren't taking any more customers today, our hours on holidays are shorter, so you should come back tomorrow, but we will open up later in the day," the clerk senselessly told the two while she put up a closed sign and packed up her stuff to go home for the day.
"No, you don't understand, we need this money. Please, as a favor to us, just take this money, and exchange it. It won't take long, just a few minutes, and we'll be out of your hair, ok?" Chris was now starting to sound irritated. Finally, the clerk stood upright and looked at him and Claire for a while and didn't say anything.
"...................Can I help you?"
Chris looked at her for a while, then folded his head into his arms and leaned on the desk in front of him.
"Listen," Claire said, sounding threatening to the woman, "we need this money. Now open up that drawer, take our money, and replace it with some god damn Australian money!"
"I'm sorry miss, but we can only give out traveler's checks here."
"THEN GIVE US SOME FREAKIN TRAVELER'S CHECKS!!!" Most of the people still in the airport gave looks to Claire as she shouted at the clerk.
"Ok, how many traveler's checks do you want?" the clerk was now scared of the younger woman.
"Thank you. We need ten thousand dollars worth of checks, please,"
After a little while, the clerk cautiously gave Claire the traveler's checks while Chris, dumbfoundedly, gave her the wad of money. Chris had never seen her sister this threatening before. Well, at least in a public place. Once they received their money, they left the airport, favoring the walk to the city rather than a taxi. In their opinion, the driver might forget what is happening and crash or something, with their experience with Australian airline workers.
Once they found their way to the city, they decided to look for a hotel, but most of the cheap ones were taken by tourists. Luckily, they found a decent hotel and checked in there. Once they checked in, they went out to find a new change of clothes. Chris's S.T.A.R.S. tactics uniform was coated with dried blood and dirt, some of the blood being his own, remembering his fight with Wesker. Claire's outfit was fairly clean, but had the occassional patch of mixed dirt and blood. They went to the nearest mall (although not Chris's idea, but he had no choice with Claire wanting so much to go. Even though she was a biker chick, she still had a soft girl spot in her.) and found a decent change of clothes. Claire found a new pair of dark denim jeans and a baggy white T-shirt, but she kept her vest jacket on with it. Chris had found a pair of baggy carpenter jeans and a baggy dark green shirt. He decided to keep his combat boots on because he kept a history with them while he was still in the Air Force, and because he didn't look conspicuous with them. His baggy jeans kept them from being seen often.
"Hey, Chris, I have a question for you," asked Claire.
"Yeah, shoot."
"...do you think this shirt makes me look fat?" Claire said rather jokingly.
"....heh....now the world really IS coming to an end," Chris said in response to his sister's inquiry. They both laughed at the joke and they made their way to a CD store. They both hated not having music with them, and this time was no exception. They went into the store and looked around for a while. Chris found the S.C.I.E.N.C.E. CD. He had liked Incubus for a while because of their music management. Claire found a Limp Bizkit CD. Hey, she was a rock girl. They also bought CD players and headphones to accompany their CDs. Chris already had this Incubus CD, but his house was trashed, so he couldn't go back to get it. After they were done buying things for one day, they decided to go back to the hotel and order pizza for something to eat, bickering about what toppings they wanted on the way. Before they went to their room, they booked a flight to the States.
After 5 or so minutes of waiting in their room, the pizza guy showed up. They paid him for the pizza, then ate while trying to find something on TV. The time showed 8:00 on their hotel clock, but they had only realized that it became January 1, 1999 a while ago. They celebrated anyway, raising their morale and trying to forget about Antarctica. It succeeded. Claire finally decided to give into sleep and went to bed around 10:15. She immediately went to sleep after she was lying in the bed.
Chris, however, was not so lucky.
He couldn't sleep a wink until he did something. He let Claire sleep away, she deserved it, while he went down to the hotel pay phone, so as not to awake Claire, and placed an international call.
At that same time, in another place far away from Australia, A man with a partially burnt face was planning something.
"Sir, we've hacked into their personal files," said an unknown voice, muffled behind a ski mask.
"..and?"
"We found out where Umbrella's factory is."
"Good. Brief the others on the mission, then prepare for it."
"Yes sir."
The man excused himself from the partially burnt man, the burn severely decreasing in size before his eyes. "Sir, when should we strike?"
"...........one day before they do. We can wait," was all the man said before the man in the ski mask left.
"Soon.......you'll die...." was all the now-fully healed man said. He raised a pair of jet black sunglasses to his eyes and left through a door enclosed in shadows.
Ok, there's chapter 2 down....or 3, whichever, if you count the prologue....oh well....ok, the contest is off, just giving another reminder. Everything that is supposed to be there is in place, nothing (that I know of) is out of place, and the winner(s) name's will be put up on chapter 4. If this goes well in the next chapter, I might do it for others, too......later.