Genoa, Italy
2130 hours, 24/10/2003 The three of them walked arm in arm, like any of the local people did in Genoa. The three of them walked through the streets of one of Genoa's outermost suburbs. The terraced houses would have made nice scenery had the situation not been so serious. Carlos had chosen a small family run bar in one of the backstreets. It was packed at this time of night, and that only served to give the three of them extra cover. The three of them shared a large arrosto di pollo. Carlos and Jill had a mug of ale each while Claire decided to steer clear of the alcohol and confined herself to chinotto. While the three of them were eating and drinking a rather crude local sat down next to Claire. "Buonaserra signorina, posso comprare un bicchierino?" he said. Claire immediately moved away and looked to Carlos and Jill for some help. It was Carlos that came to her rescue. "Mi dispiace signore, lei gia avere un ragazzo." The man was taken back, and glared at Carlos hatefully. But Carlos refused to break eye contact, and after a few tense moments the unwelcome stranger got up and left. "Didn't know you speak Italian," Claire whispered to Carlos. "Si, parlo Italiano, e hablo Espanol e farlo Portugues." Carlos replied grinning. "Romantic languages, the ladies love them." Carlos then blew her a kiss, which Claire smacked away into the crowd on the bar room floor. Carlos then checked his watch. "Its nearly 11 o'clock." Carlos said. "I think that we should leave while there are still people in the street." The three of them got up and bustled their way to the exit and began walking. "Hey!!!" came a voice calling out to them. The three of them turned around. Oh god!!! It was that guy who had tried to talk to Claire before. "You're not from around here, are you?" he asked in a very strong North Italian accent. "No, we're not." Carlos replied. "But that's none of your business thankyou very much." "Hey," he called out again. Carlos sensed that something was going to happen here. "What is it?" "I'm sorry for trying to steal your girl." "She's not my girl, but your apology is accepted, so long as you leave us alone." With that Carlos, Jill and Claire started walking at a brisk pace in the direction that Carlos was leading them. "Are we there yet?!" Claire complained, impatient and disgusted at the fact that Carlos and Jill had decided to take a slow romantic little walk rather than pay attention to the fact that they could be dead any time soon. "Little further on." Carlos replied dreamily. "What has to be done has to be done!" Claire mumbled to herself and immediately separated Jill and Carlos with her hands. "Look the two of you, get a room, okay?" Claire growled. "But for now lets just get the hell off these streets." With that Carlos and Jill both nodded sheepishly, and Carlos immediately again picked up the pace. After three more minutes of brisk walking Carlos stopped by a door. He knocked once, then three times and then twice before kicking the door. An old, but very tall well built man answered the door. "Si? Posso aiutare?" "The sun is shining." Carlos said in a singsong voice. Immediately the old man dragged the three of them inside. Once inside and having locked the doors, the old man then put his fingers around her ears and pulled it away, revealing the face of Christopher Darryl Redfield. "But the ice is slippery." "Chris, its been a long time." Claire said, excited at seeing her brother for the first time in almost six months. "Too long Claire, how are you? What happened? How is our research going?" "It's a long story Chris, it'll all be explained in due time." Jill chipped in. Chris instantly got the message. "Right, you can tell us all about it tomorrow then. Carlos will show you to your room, I should get our research done. But for now goodnight Claire, goodnight Jill."
Authors Note Apologies for the lateness. What did you guys think? Please read and review. Next chapter will be the first insight into the Umbrella Corporation. Should be up in a week.
2130 hours, 24/10/2003 The three of them walked arm in arm, like any of the local people did in Genoa. The three of them walked through the streets of one of Genoa's outermost suburbs. The terraced houses would have made nice scenery had the situation not been so serious. Carlos had chosen a small family run bar in one of the backstreets. It was packed at this time of night, and that only served to give the three of them extra cover. The three of them shared a large arrosto di pollo. Carlos and Jill had a mug of ale each while Claire decided to steer clear of the alcohol and confined herself to chinotto. While the three of them were eating and drinking a rather crude local sat down next to Claire. "Buonaserra signorina, posso comprare un bicchierino?" he said. Claire immediately moved away and looked to Carlos and Jill for some help. It was Carlos that came to her rescue. "Mi dispiace signore, lei gia avere un ragazzo." The man was taken back, and glared at Carlos hatefully. But Carlos refused to break eye contact, and after a few tense moments the unwelcome stranger got up and left. "Didn't know you speak Italian," Claire whispered to Carlos. "Si, parlo Italiano, e hablo Espanol e farlo Portugues." Carlos replied grinning. "Romantic languages, the ladies love them." Carlos then blew her a kiss, which Claire smacked away into the crowd on the bar room floor. Carlos then checked his watch. "Its nearly 11 o'clock." Carlos said. "I think that we should leave while there are still people in the street." The three of them got up and bustled their way to the exit and began walking. "Hey!!!" came a voice calling out to them. The three of them turned around. Oh god!!! It was that guy who had tried to talk to Claire before. "You're not from around here, are you?" he asked in a very strong North Italian accent. "No, we're not." Carlos replied. "But that's none of your business thankyou very much." "Hey," he called out again. Carlos sensed that something was going to happen here. "What is it?" "I'm sorry for trying to steal your girl." "She's not my girl, but your apology is accepted, so long as you leave us alone." With that Carlos, Jill and Claire started walking at a brisk pace in the direction that Carlos was leading them. "Are we there yet?!" Claire complained, impatient and disgusted at the fact that Carlos and Jill had decided to take a slow romantic little walk rather than pay attention to the fact that they could be dead any time soon. "Little further on." Carlos replied dreamily. "What has to be done has to be done!" Claire mumbled to herself and immediately separated Jill and Carlos with her hands. "Look the two of you, get a room, okay?" Claire growled. "But for now lets just get the hell off these streets." With that Carlos and Jill both nodded sheepishly, and Carlos immediately again picked up the pace. After three more minutes of brisk walking Carlos stopped by a door. He knocked once, then three times and then twice before kicking the door. An old, but very tall well built man answered the door. "Si? Posso aiutare?" "The sun is shining." Carlos said in a singsong voice. Immediately the old man dragged the three of them inside. Once inside and having locked the doors, the old man then put his fingers around her ears and pulled it away, revealing the face of Christopher Darryl Redfield. "But the ice is slippery." "Chris, its been a long time." Claire said, excited at seeing her brother for the first time in almost six months. "Too long Claire, how are you? What happened? How is our research going?" "It's a long story Chris, it'll all be explained in due time." Jill chipped in. Chris instantly got the message. "Right, you can tell us all about it tomorrow then. Carlos will show you to your room, I should get our research done. But for now goodnight Claire, goodnight Jill."
Authors Note Apologies for the lateness. What did you guys think? Please read and review. Next chapter will be the first insight into the Umbrella Corporation. Should be up in a week.