Clinton Portis hated stakeouts. Just the sheer fact of sitting somewhere and watching someone or something alone when nothing was going on, was stupid. He didn't understand why he always had to do it. Then again, he was the acting agent in charge, there for, instead of having someone else do it, that might possibly screw it up, it was better that he did it.
He had been in Chicago for almost 3 years following this case. It seemed like the same old story to him. Some mob boss was supposedly bribing a leading member of the Senate, using aggressive negotiation practices in getting what he wanted. The Senator, for fear of being caught and brought to the attention of the public's eye, decided it would be best to have this situation rectified by having the authorities take care of his little problem. Portis hated it. It was always the same. He never got to draw his gun, something that he always wanted. He remembered being told by one of his former instructors that it was not something you should ever want to do, unless it was necessary. But oh the power. This was something Clinton Portis dreamed of. He felt he was halfway there with being a very outstanding agent, but realized that the only way he would get the other half, was by following the rules.
"This really blows." He said as he just sat looking out his motel window looking down onto the street. The video cameras had been rolling non-stop for the past 8 hours and it was just about time to change them. Portis noticed this and began to get out another set of tapes and quickly replaced them and labeled the old ones.
"Ok, 11:45 P.M. and not a creature is stirring, not even a …" he stopped as he looked down to the street and saw something that caught him off guard. Down on the street, two black limousines had turned around the corner and pulled up to a stop in front of the building he was watching next door. Clinton, not wasting anytime, grabbed a set of binoculars and peered out them to see what was going on.
The door's to both of the cars had opened up and out stepped, from the one in front, a man dressed all in black with black sunglasses on. He walked to the other car behind him and stood there looking around, like he was watching his back. From the other car, a slightly shorter and portlier man stepped out wearing a long black overcoat, which was covering a suit and tie. Portis instantly identified this man as mob boss Alfonso Tuttelino. The two men stood there talking and looking around. Both car doors shut and they sped off around the corner. The men continued talking as Portis watched on.
"I really don't understand why the Senator didn't come himself. It's not right." Tuttelino said.
"As I said before, the Senator is very busy in Seattle right now. Things are looking up, but not without your help. He wanted to come, but figured he would send his best. Therefor, you have me." The other man dressed in black said to him harshly.
"Now, if you please, I really don't like to get wet, can we please take this inside?" The man asked Tuttelino.
"Yes, Yes. We can have a drink. Something tells me that I am going to be needing one." He said nervously.
Portis watched them head inside and put down his binoculars. He sat there for a second, pondering what he had just seen. Something about the man in black had made Tuttelino extremely nervous and scared. This had to have been serious because not many things will make a mob boss extremely concerned. At least, this was what Portis had thought. In fact, he was right. He knew he was right. He just needed to get into that building to see what was going on. He just wasn't sure if he should. 'Calling for backup, might actually be a good thing to do right now.' He thought to himself. He stared out at the window again, waiting to see any more signs of life.
"Screw it." He said as he grabbed his gun from the bed and placed it in his holster behind his back. He threw on a light jacket to conceal his weapon and grabbed his cell phone and headed out his motel room door. His strides were swift and rushed. He wanted to get down there and find out exactly what was going on and who this other man was. He still wasn't too sure if this was a smart idea but hey, at least maybe he would get an accommodation out of it, if not a medal.
He quickly threw open the front doors of the motel and ran across the street through the rain. He was remembering his training so he wouldn't be seen but he quickly threw that aside when he noticed that there was absolutely nobody outside at all. He ran up to the small office building and looked through the window. There were a few lights on inside in the back but nothing else. He ducked quickly when he saw someone coming from the back to look out the window. He crouch walked to the other side and peered his head up to see. The man looked like he was turning around to leave and just as Portis was about to stand up, the door unlocked and he quickly ducked again. The door flung open and the man came out and lit up a cigarette. He was completely unaware of Portis knelt down behind him.
Seizing his opportunity, just as the man took a drag, Portis got up and wrapped his arms around the guys neck and quickly squeezed till the man went unconscious. He held onto him as he moved him around the corner, into the alleyway, dropping him by a dumpster. He searched his pockets for some sort of identification but did not find anything.
"Hired goon? Doesn't look like one of Tuttelino's men. What the hell is going on here?" he said as he got up and crept back around the corner and into the office building. He stayed low to the ground as he came around a small corner to where the lights were coming from. He stopped right outside a room where the men from the car were talking.
"So what exactly do you want from me?" Portis heard Tuttelino's voice first.
"The Senator just wants your assurance that nobody will find out what is really going on." The other voice said.
"He already has my assurance. Nobody knows anything."
"So they why is there someone across the street watching this building?" The voice asked him sternly.
"Oh that, that is nothing. At one point or another, there is always someone watching us. It's just strange that someone is watching now, when we haven't seen anything for about 6 weeks. Not since the Senator was here that is." Tuttelino said with no fear in his statement.
"Then if it isn't a problem, why is the Senator worried? I really don't think you realize what we are trying to accomplish here. If this plan succeeds, then you won't have to worry about any more of these little runts trying to stall your business." The voice replied.
Portis thought about this for a moment. Had they always knew someone was watching them? How could they have possibly known that they had been watching them for 6 weeks? Someone couldn't have told them, could they? No, it isn't possible, he thought as he shook his head. He was the best. At least he thought he was the best. He knew he needed to get to the bottom of this, but what Senator were they talking about? Could it be the same Senator that Tuttelino was bribing?
"Honestly, I don't know why Denton puts up with you in the first place. Had you been working for me, you would have already been dead by now." The voice said again, annoyed.
"Aha, my friend, that's just the thing, I do not work for you and I do not appreciate you disrespecting me in my own office." Tuttelino said getting angry.
"You may not work for me, but rest assured, Senator Denton has extremely powerful friends. Much more powerful then the ones guarding this place. It will only be a matter of time before you see what is really going to happen." The voice said this time, with what seemed like glee in his voice.
"Enough of this dancing around the table shit. I want to know what is wanted from me. Assurance or no assurance, there is something else. That is the only reason why the Senator didn't come himself." Tuttelino said getting very annoyed.
"It is obvious that patience is not a virtue with you. I'm growing tired of our meeting." The man started. Portis had now turned his head around the corner to see inside the room. He got a better look at the man in black that was reaching into his back pocket and now pulling out what looked like a disc.
"The contents of this disc are extremely valuable. Trust that it doesn't fall into the wrong hands." The man said as he handed it to Tuttelino.
"What's on it?" Tuttelino asked as he took the disc.
"Everything that you will need to make sure that nobody messes with out plans. Use it well and use it wisely. If someone finds out you have it, the Senator will be very angry and our next visit will not be as pleasant. You do know how to use a computer don't you?" The man asked snidely.
"Yes, yes. I understand." Tuttelino said as he placed it into his desk drawer. Clinton was staring and wondering what exactly it was that made that disc so important. He knew he needed to get it, but how? He had figured that when he got another open chance, he would call in a search warrant and have the placed scourged. He knelt there for a few more minutes to keep listening.
"Now, I trust you have something for the Senator as well?" The man asked.
"Yes, just a second." Tuttelino said as he rose up from his chair and walked back to a picture behind him. He opened it up and started to enter a number on the keypad. He stopped and positioned himself so that the man behind him couldn't see him. This made the man in black laugh some and run a hand through his blonde hair. Tuttelino finally opened the safe and pulled out a small bag. He closed the safe and set the bag on the desk. The man in black quickly counted it.
"350,000 correct?" Tuttelino asked.
"Yes. It's all here. Pleasure doing business with you. Remember, if something happens to that disc that displeases the Senator, I will make another visit and…" the man pauses and turns his head.
"What? What is it?" Tuttelino asked.
"Seems we are not alone. Who else knows about this meeting?" the man asked.
"Nobody. I swear on my mothers grave." Tuttelino replied nervously. Portis noticed that the man had turned his head and caught a glimpse of his face. He caught a glimpse of his eyes and they were bright red. The man turned his head back around and Clinton quickly got up to make a hasty retreat.
He had just opened the door when three shots rang out from behind him and he stopped dead in his tracks. He looked down at his chest and saw three small red dots begin to grow redder and redder. He could now finally feel the sting of the lead in his back and chest as he slumped down to the ground. He tried to pull out his cell phone to dial for help but another shot rang out and the bullet pierced his arm making him drop his phone. He lay there, clutching his arm with his other hand and turned over on his back. He started to cough and a little splatter of blood left his mouth and landed on his cheek. It was warm. There was something about feeling your own blood on your face that made him extremely scared. He knew he was going to die. His entire body felt cold as ice.
He opened his eyes in just enough time to see Tuttelino standing over him and the blonde haired man in black standing over him with a pistol still smoking in his hand. The man was smiling evilly at him. Clinton didn't like it, but what could he do about it. He thought he was as good as dead. Visions of his life started to pass before his eyes. His life wasn't what he had necessarily wanted it to be. He never married. He was still single. His childhood flew by, graduating high school and college popped up, his first case for the FBI and then transferring to the CIA. Even the cute red head he had an encounter with in his motel room popped back into his head. He was never going to get to experience that again. Or so he though.
"What are you waiting for? He heard everything. Kill him now!" Tuttelino yelled as he looked down at him. Clinton was shifting his hazy gaze between both men. Trying to save what was left in his lungs for air.
"No. I have better use for him." The man said as he holstered his weapon and knelt down by Clinton's side.
"Better use for him? He's a government agent. His partners will come for him! Kill him!" Tuttelino shouted. As he finished the man stood up and looked at the angered mob boss. He shot him a look with his now red glowing eyes.
"Ok…fine. Just get him out of here." The boss said nervously as he looked around.
The limousine came back around the corner to pick up the blonde haired man. Clinton turned his head to see it pull up and then back over to the blonde haired man who was now reaching down at him and lifting him up with unprecedented strength. Just before he blacked out, he felt himself get tossed onto the floor of the car and hearing the door speed off down the road.
"Nosing in our affairs you say Albert." Said a voice familiar to Clinton who was now coming too slightly.
"Yes sir. I thought he might be of some use to us." Wesker said.
"Well, as much as I may not like the situation, I do believe that he might be a good test subject. Take him to the lab and inject him. I want you to give him some of your blood as well." The voice said.
"But sir, do you think that would be a wise choice? That may be way too much for his cell count to handle." Wesker said confused.
"Don't worry about it. It won't kill him. It will just give him some…" the voice paused, "wonderful side effects that he will be able to use to his advantage. Now, do it. Don't be late. Keep me informed. I have a hearing to attend to." The voice said as it trailed off.
"Yes sir, Senator Denton." Wesker said again this time wheeling the gurney that Clinton was laying on down the hall and into a lab. Wesker looked down at Clinton and smiled evilly again. He noticed that Clinton had a frightened look on his face.
"Don't worry Mr. Portis. When this is all over. You will feel power like you have never felt before. After all, that is what you have wanted most of all isn't it?" Wesker finished as the doors of the lab shut behind them.
When Clinton Portis woke up completely he found that he had absolutely no scars or wounds on his body at all. In fact, he felt perfectly fine. He was rather overcome with joy at this. Clinton tried to stand up but couldn't move at all. His entire body was numb and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't move his arms or legs an inch. He just looked around the room with his head, which was the only thing that would move and tried to come to grips with his surroundings. He wondered if his colleagues had known that he had gone missing when he didn't report. But something inside him, told him to forget about that. It told him to be angry with them. Something was making him hate them. In fact, it wanted him to kill them.
"Well, well. It's about time my little guinea pig came to." Said Senator Denton through a window in front of Clinton.
"What the fuck did you do to me?" Clinton asked.
"Oh nothing. Just gave you a little pick me up. You should be thanking me. Albert almost killed you. You should be lucky he didn't. You will soon realize why you're lucky." Denton said again.
"I know who you are." Clinton said to the man behind the window.
"Good, then you won't mind helping me out with a little situation then." The Senator said smiling.
"What kind of situation?" Clinton asked him.
"Oh just some pesky little flies that seem to be hovering around my pig's slop. I don't like flies. They are pesky and bothersome. These particular flies have been bothersome for quite longer than needed. I want you and Albert here to take care of them for me." Denton said this time as he entered the room.
"What did you do to me? Why am I here?" Clinton asked him, this time slowly realizing he could move his arms.
"You have been injected with an experimental drug I like to call, Meticulan. This particular drug, reacts to your genetic make up and fixes any and all deficiencies to your system. Makes you stronger, faster, more powerful. It makes you realize your full potential as a human being and will help you do things that only god could do. Also, you have been transfused with some of Albert Wesker's blood. I won't go into any details about the types of drugs and viruses that were in there, but I will tell you that when they react to Meticulan, well…let's just say you can find that out for your own." Denton said as he stood next to Portis.
"So you've poisoned me then?" Clinton this time asked as he felt his legs move.
"Far more than poisoned. If you prove to react to the drugs as expected, then my little problems in the senate will be rectified. Now, if you are finished, I've decided to spare your life. Normally, I wouldn't let Albert pass up an opportunity to kill someone who got in my way but, I find that your skills in the CIA and your training will help prove useful. For now get some rest. 4 hours from now, Wesker will come and get you up to date on our present situation." Denton said as he turned around and started to head out the door.
"And if I refuse to help you?" Portis asked him as he cleared his throat.
"Something tells me Mr. Portis, that once you hear what has been happening around here, you will want to help us." And with that, Senator Denton left the room and Clinton laying there to figure out exactly what the hell was going on.