Chapter 2:
The journey took ages, but we finally made it! Chris just wanted to get straight to sleep. All of them seemed to be worn down, with large bags under their eyes. Chris had lasted two nights without sleep, but now he just felt like shit!
They had all arrived at a small motel on the East border of Paris. It wasn't anything much, but it had beds, and that by itself was enough! It was really cold now, and sadly, the motel rooms didn't offer much heat. The rooms were small, filled only with twin beds and a wardrobe. They got two rooms; one for Rebecca and one for him and Barry. There was also a window, revealing outside, but it was now too dark to look outside. Chris gazed at it for what seemed like ages, somehow trying to prepare himself for what would be awaiting them tomorrow. If there were more monsters, this time they would be ready!
He'd read the paper on what happened to Raccoon City, and thought that it was a shame that his hometown had been ruined (They all agreed that Umbrella must have had some part to play in this).
Jill... Is she OK? Did she manage to escape the mangled city? God, I hope so! No, she'll be fine, she can handle herself!
And besides, there's no point in worrying about the past; after all, if he didn't get over it by tomorrow, then there was a possibility that he might make a fatal mistake, and he definitely didn't want that. So somehow he had managed to... to just let it go.
***
'Ahh!' She hadn't felt this revived in ages. It was like she had just had a dust cover taken off of her.
I feel so fresh now, so clean.
The shower was just what Rebecca needed; now she felt like she could do anything.
Tomorrow's gonna be a breeze.
With a smile she thought realistically again. That idea was rubbish, it would probably be the hardest day of her life.
She couldn't help but wonder what would happen when they got there, would there be armed guards, or even monsters? Or for once in her life would everything there be straightforward? But it was a mission nonetheless, so she would have to be professional about it. She also had an objective to complete: It was her task to find chemical evidence of Umbrella's activities, and a T-Virus sample was her best bet.
That would nail those bastards to the spot!
Rebecca looked around her room. It was pretty small, but it would do.
It sure was nice, those guys letting me have this room all to myself. She grinned to herself, thinking of Chris.
It's a shame he's not here...
She'd be OK, though. They were only next door. Less than ten feet away. A bedside lamp dimly lighted the room. She was halfway through drying her hair. She rubbed the towel over it thoroughly. While doing this, she glanced towards her alarm clock.
I think I'll go straight to bed after I've dried my hair.
***
He had gone to call on Rebecca, when he decided he'd better not. She'd said that she was very tired, and it would probably be the best thing to leave her alone. Never annoy a sleeping woman! He knew that out of experience.
He'd taken a liking to Rebecca, as a friend. He saw her kind of like a daughter, he looked out for her.
So it's probably for the best, that she doesn't come.
Chris had fallen asleep as soon as his head had touched his pillow. But that was after staring out of a window for ten minutes; Barry never understood that, how whenever anything important was coming about, Chris would always look so calm, and do nothing.
People have their ways, I suppose.
But inside, Barry had always felt the slightest bit of jealousy towards Chris. Chris had always been more popular than him, and he was much more able than himself. Thinking about that always made Barry feel bad. They had been friends for years, they had even gone to the training academy together.
Well I suppose I'd better be off.
With that, Barry walked down the corridor of the motel towards the exit. The walls were blue, with white, glossy doors lining the left hand side; and large windows on the right. He reached the end of the corridor and turned right with the bend, and stepped through a door, out into the darkness.
***
Everything was now clear to him, Trent had given him a thorough briefing, as soon as he had finished discussing Umbrella. Umbrella had developed a new Virus known as the T-Veronica Virus. It was now his mission to get it, and give it to HCL. But it wasn't as easy as it sounded, because HCL has no idea where the T-Veronica Virus is being contained. It's his job to find that out too.
Who cares how hard, how dangerous it'll be, I'm getting paid more money than I can count!
Wesker grinned. Picturing himself receiving his money. He was going to be a rich son of a bitch!
Wesker was walking away from the HCF facility, down the dark, empty streets. He was planning to track down some Umbrella employees and interrogate them. Trent had promised him that he wouldn't need a gun anymore, but he wasn't sure, he did like having a gun as a form of protection.
But as I'm so 'special' to Trent, then I'm sure he must be right.
It was pitch black now, the wind blowing softly. He'd heard about a bar where Umbrella employees tend to hide out, so that was his best bet. It was only about a ten-minute walk from here. He'd be there in five.