Collide
By: Fame in Flow
A/n:
AidanPryde001: Sorry I didn't put much romance in this chapter, I know... the angst is killing me too. But I promise in the next chapter there will be more romance, so please bear with me. Thanks for the reveiw and hope you enjoy this chapter.
Ji Hyun: Who knows who Leon will pick? But is it really up to him? Thanks for the reveiw and I hope you like this chapter.
KhasKlwn: Thanks for the reveiw, hope you enjoy this chapter.
SilverSpoons: Thanks very much for your reveiw. I've been trying to keep the chapters and all the little conspiracys, dramas and romance simple. And it's getting rather confusing, so I apologize.And all these love-triangles...lol. I hope you enjoy this chapter.
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Chapter 17: Clearly, She's Another Sleeping Beauty
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President Graham leaned lazily in the fine Russian leather chair. His right leg rested on the other, and if it weren't for the Presidential flag in the background and the lack of a lit, fat cigar, he could have been mistake for a mafia boss.
"I understand your urgency, but need I apply Kennedy is pretty trustworthy and he knows the consequence if he were to say anything, like we all do" President Graham spoke. A muffled voice answered back.
"Yes sir. Anyway, knowing Kennedy he's probably forgotten about it…."
More muffled speech, and then President Graham sighed and banged the phone back into the receiver.
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"God…" Nikolai whispered to himself, moving away from the door which was carelessly left open. He faced the opposite direction of the revealing creak, ears twitching at the provocative conversation he had heard. He searched the fine floor for answers.
"Nikolai, what are you doing?" Ashley whispered, peering at her father's door which was ajar. He rummaged through file cabinets, in distress. Nikolai, upon hearing his name being called with such urgency practically jumped away. He caught his breath.
"You know, don't you?" Ashley spoke fearfully. He kept frozen. Ashley peered through the slit again and before long whisked Nikolai away by the arm and down the corridor quietly. He knew….
President Graham investigated the door he left ajar carelessly and hadn't had even noticed until now. Were those footfalls of his imagination?
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"Are you sure Chris would know anything about the B.O.W. patients?" Leon asked, watching his feet pound down onto the pavement. Cars whizzed by them and in view the large airport rested havocked by immense crowds.
"He should…" Claire answered.
"Anyway we need to check up on Billy and Rebecca…." Jill added, feeling the air blowing her hair back. "And I need to checkout my roommates…" She sighed, breathing in polluted atmosphere.
Ada kept quiet, interested in nothing but the hallow sounds bouncing around in her mind. With time they grew so large, they enveloped her; muffling the voices' of her friends.
"Ada…." He heard Leon call quietly, but in reality he was screaming due to the sound of cars and since she hadn't been listening. She offered a smile. The strobe-light effect passed through her mind, then as soon as that ended, the hallow sounds dissipated.
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"I don't understand why it is such a secret. Wasn't it just a…regular kidnapping? "Nikolai asked, frustrated. This time, her father had called of all the guards since the threat was long gone and just that many guards were unnecessary. And plus, Ashley's constant whining. So now the only guard there was, was Nikolai. Of course others lay here and there around the corners, but none were needed to escort her around the Whitehouse; outside the Whitehouse….was another story.
"I …just….My father said, if we were to tell anyone of what really happened; consequences would take place…" She said quietly, and about ready to cry.
"Consequences…?"
"My father would lose his role as President…." She said, repeating President Graham's words. "My mother and I…and even you, we'd be in grave danger as well"
"How would they do that? And what danger...why us? And who, who is threatening the President?" he couldn't wrap his mind around this. No matter how much he tried, this was just too much….
"As…" She gulped nervously and quieted her voice down even more. "Assassination….I heard…" She breathed again. "My father was speaking to a man when I had picked up the phone accidentally and he said so, he didn't mention much about us….just grave danger…."
"Whose he?" Nikolai asked. He snaked his hand over to hers, intertwining. She was so afraid; it was horrible for him to see her in such a state.
"I don't know…but whoever he is, he has control." She spoke and those words echoed longer than spoken.
"What really happened Ash, please tell me? I could help…"
"You'll only make things worse" She whispered.
"Then I can help…you" he breathed in her watermelon shampoo which traveled towards him.
She nodded, biting her bottom lip. "Let's take a walk then…" She advised and he rose, still holding her hand like a gentleman, helping her rise off the beige, Victorian sofa.
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Billy Coen watched her carefully. She was like a sick, dying angel. No she wasn't like that, she was that. She was his beautiful, sick and dying Angel. But he'd never admit it; she was just sleeping –dreaming something beautiful.
He sighed and examined his cell phone on the counter; currently he missed 7 calls -all from his sponsor. Beside that lay a vase of flowers and an empty wrapper of Subway he got from down the street. The only times he had left Rebecca's side was to get food, dying of hunger whilst beside her wasn't the best idea.
There were no flowers or get-well cards since Rebecca didn't know anyone from New York. But he'd buy her plenty, making sure when she'd wake up the smell of fresh daisies and daffodils greeted her.
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"How were the campsites?" Jericho asked Chris, watching the desert from above in the helicopter.
"As usual –those goddamn ….things were everywhere. I don't know if they're the undead or what?" he groaned. "But I have a sample, I left with this guy" he nodded towards the pilot. "So the lab can investigate"
Jericho nodded. "How was your mission at the reservoir?" Chris asked.
"Hmm…stress" He laughed. "My team needed to dismantle a bomb attached to a yot. They say it was an assassination attempt, because some famous ambassador was on board…." He smiled.
"Where were you again?"
"Canada…" And they both laughed for no reason, mostly how Jericho said it.
"So did you dismantle it?"
"I'm here aren't I?" He smiled and Chris followed.
"Stupid question…" Chris commented.
"Thank God, we're headed home!" Jericho stretched his arms wide. The underground agency they worked with provided houses for every location. But there permanent location, until of course another mission would be assigned was California. They were roommates in real life, and sometimes partners depending on what the mission required.
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"Yeah, well you know I just asked you a simple question" Nina held the owner of Crai's Den by the neck. She was a 32 year-old blonde woman, with a very cow-girl feel. "Okay, so I'm going to ask you again -where the fuck are the campsites?"
Stark picked at his teeth with a toothpick, lazily leaning back on the bar's counter. All customers were on the floor, flat down, probably sweating or crying in alarm, everything Stark prayed for.
The owner groaned loudly, breathing heavily. "What's your name?" Stark finally spoke, walking towards the girl which he towered.
Nina roughly tossed her aside, specially toward Stark. Stark caught her sleeve painfully and smashed her backwards, against the bar's counter. Now his hands gripped the collar of her uniform.
"What's your name?" he asked again. She offered no response. "Huh?" He jabbed upward and she moaned in pain. "Lacy…" She uttered, tears rolling down her face. "Okay, Lacy …tell us what you know…" He ordered.
"I…" She inhaled. "I don't know …anything"
"That's a lie…" He whispered in her ear, rolling the toothpick between his teeth. Nina stayed back, watching. He was far more intimidating than her, something she envied.
"Where?" He moved closer and aimed his magnum at her ribs, pushing sorely.
"Don't please…." She pleaded.
"Then speak…"
She paused and he thrust at her ribs harder, breathing hotly against her clear face.
"Its a few miles away from here, northwest. It's in the middle of the desert. You'll see it…" She said, crying softly saying all that in one, racy breath.
"Thanks" he smiled and shoved here away and she slid on the floor, sprawled like a doll.
All customers and workers stared in terror.
Stark and Nina casually walked out of the quiet bar, receiving quiet glances. Before leaving, Nina slid her hands underneath the bar's counter. A red dot beeped quietly.
They exited the old Western bar, dust spreading into their faces. On their departure, they heard quiet chatter and movement. In front of them was their Military-like jeep.
With a cunning grin, Nina pressed a remote in her hand. And behind them came a terrible explosion, killing dust. The sound was deafening and the screams from the people inside was a wicked pleasure for Nina and Stark which walked towards their jeep, fire brewing viciously behind them and debris flying in all directions.
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Dr. Spencer observed the floor, afraid to look up at Wesker. His nervous foot began hopping and now, he focused on the repetitive beating matching the racy thumps of his heart. Wesker was angry, just by the look on his immortal face Spencer knew he was furious since Neveah and Kento failed. And since Wesker, could be rather irrational he'd take out his anger on Spencer.
And especially Venice's Most Wanted, as they dubbed themselves and took pride in such a label.
Styne, Slit and Rae sat on one long and fine white leather couch -one which resembled a Psychiatrist's couch. They sat knee to knee, becoming even more annoyed by Spencer's nervous hopping foot. He sat at the single chair beside theirs, all before Wesker's commanding desk and massive leather chair fit for an evil-lair, not a shabby office.
The lights were dim.
Wesker sighed, crossing his arms together. "Don't they ever die?" he rolled his eyes, walking towards his seat and comfortably falling in. He twiddled his thumbs, scrutinizing the four.
"Steven…" he eyed slit.
"It's Slit" He roughly said, a cruel irritation running through his veins by just that name.
"Slit…then" Wesker breathed with hostility.
"I need you, Rae and Styne to try to locate those bumbling fucks." He said. And Rae couldn't help but snicker quietly at that word…Bumbling Fucks. Wesker viscously stared at her and she bit down her lip, enough that it bled slightly and she licked it off.
"What about the VIA.Staple?" Slit asked, curious and confused.
"Well…" He snickered mysteriously, finding amusement in his malevolent behavior. "You see, you little fucks…" he rolled that word –fucks- off his tongue like he once rolled kill smoothly. And now it seemed he valued that word more than others.
"Got the wrong VIA.Staple because now we can't track them…since of course this isn't the right fucking VIA.Staple…" He was ready to explode, holding the small communicator in his fist and crushing it. They all watched. Wesker opened his fist and tossed the damaged and compressed device on his desk.
"And that was the back-up plan, since Neveah and Kento are now dead and they are alive. And probably, Valentine has discarded and burnt her VIA.Staple. So find them by any means, any way and anyhow. I leave it in your hands, and if you fail me again" He particularly stared at Spencer. "I will burn you guys alive and feed you piranhas" he threatened.
Their faces transfigured in pure distress. How would they know where those pests where? And then it came to them….they were probably searching for the 3rd B.O.W patient like a blind mice unsure why, as were they. So it'd be a double bonus: The pests and the B.O.W. patient.
Wesker wanted all the gems the patients have and he wants them dead. But since, Leon has been getting in the way the first main thing needed to finish is to get them out of the way.
Now they knew where the B.O.W. patient was. The tracker, the gem; it was perfect, how Wesker waned it.
Styne re-thought everything: They had Madison (the first B.O.W. patient's) gem and Leon and the others had Linden's gem (2nd B.O.W. patient). They had an advance at the third one.
Wesker knew this. But then why leave out information?
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The four sat in the airplane. Jill was beside Claire, which sat beside a random person. Behind there seat was Leon and Ada, beside another random person.
After a while, Jill made her way through the small aisle towards the bathroom. She check ed the sign and thanked God, it was unoccupied.
She sat down on the closed toilet, not really needing to use the bathroom, just very curious about Kento's packet.
Pulling it out of her pocket, she stared at the packet.
She tore the flap open and reached inside, taking out a handful of papers: many which had information about Ashley's Kidnapping and she soon learned some of the real whereabouts of the president's daughter and Leon and Ada's roles. But one caught her eye…
President Graham: X45h8
Synopsis: Effective, full-control
Objective: Secrecy about daughter's whereabouts until plans take place
She stared at the records, obviously from Wesker's files. He needed to inform Leon, but how would he take it…that Jill had different reasons in the first place. But something was happening….something bigger….
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A/n: Okay I cut this chapter short. I want to finish this story all ready. Anyway is anyone confused on where and what everyone is doing. Here's another quick re-cap.
By the way reviews please….
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-Leon: Still aiding Ada in finding her cure for the Las Plagas virus and caught up in B.O.W. conspiracy
-Ada: Searching for cure and caught up in B.O.W. conspiracy
-Ashley: Main individual caught up in Presidential Conspiracy (about the secret –regular mission?)
-Jill: Still finding information on Presidential Conspiracy or has found all ready? Caught up in B.O.W. conspiracy
-Billy: With Rebecca, watching over her
-Rebecca: In a Coma
-Chris: Going back home to California
-Claire: Caught up in B.O.W. conspiracy (Shaunte?)
-Nikolai Gaviot: Ashley's bodyguard and has just been informed on Presidential Conspiracy
-Slit Ris: Hunting down for the 3rd B.O.W. patient, in order to find our heroines
-Rachael Dez: See above
-Styne Conart: See above
-Stark/St.Ark: Searching for Shaunte (But now searching for a Jericho, which could be part of Shaunte since they suspect it is a group)
-Albert Wesker: Has plans….
-Female Accomplice: Look at Stark's
-Dr. Spencer: Look at Slit's
-Laney & Mallory: Jill's roommates
-President Graham & wife: ….? Presidential Conspiracy