One
At the time of the Planet incident…
Oh god…please don't let there be any zombies in here…
Paris Wong carefully pushed open the door, grimacing as the eerie whine of the hinges deafened her in the dead silence. Her heart thumped louder with every forced step she took, her pulse extremely rapid as her eyes wandered in the darkness. Her hand fell over her flashlight, slowly clicking it on. She swerved it left and right, silently praying that it would not uncover anything she did not want to see—
"Holy shit!" The beeping of her headset made her jump wildly, her blood rising up to her head, giving her a sudden migraine. She fumbled nervously for the receive button, her flashlight dropping and making a loud thud as it hit the floor.
"UGH!" she grunted loudly, rubbing her left temple with her free hand.
"Hey Paris," the voice of her S.T.A.R.S. partner, Asia Coen, said through the headset. "Chris just contacted me and told me to beep you and to tell you to go to the caf right now 'cause he said that…Paris?"
One hell of a beep…
"Yeah, yeah," Paris responded impatiently, letting out a huge sigh of relief. "Caf right away—gotcha. Over."
"Okay, so I'll meet you there then," Asia said. "Over and out."
Once her little chat with Asia was over, she quickly gave the storage room one last glance, confirming that no useful information was in there. She turned and hurried out the door, jogging lightly back to the lounge.
Chris Redfield paced the dimly lit cafeteria of the Umbrella Headquarters in Austria, running a shaky hand through his sweat-plastered hair. The message he received from Trent left him anxious, barely able to keep himself from screaming out to no one in particular.
Where the hell are they?
Suddenly, one of the doors flew open. The beautiful brunette strolled in, her short hair completely tousled.
"I got Paris," she said, combing her fingers through her hair. "She should be coming in—"
The heavy swinging of another door interrupted Asia, her mouth open in mid-sentence. The other gorgeous agent stumbled in, panting shallowly from slight exertion.
"What's going on?" she asked, flipping her shoulder-length black hair, giving her an appearance of a commercial model. Her Asian-American features struggled with confusion.
Chris breathed heavily, locking gazes with his two teammates. His eyes held a look of urgency, glancing back and forth between Asia and Paris. He tried to choose his words carefully, not wanting to make them panic.
Oh what the hell…
"We have to leave…now."
Asia's jaw dropped.
"W-what?" she hissed, letting her anger show freely, her fists clenched. " We have to what?" Her eyes sought Chris', demanding to get an explanation.
Chris switched his weight left and right, obviously uncomfortable under her intense gaze. "I—I…Trent." He looked down at his hands.
Asia's eyes grew wider, and noticed Paris gawking at him too. "Trent? As in, mysterious-Mr. Help-the-resistance-gang, Trent?"
Chris nodded slowly. "Yeah…him."
"What'd he say?" Paris asked calmly, her thumb hanging on the belt loops of her black shorts.
"No time," Chris answered, looking around the room anxiously, grabbing both of the young agents' arms and dragging them towards the door that leads to the warehouse and out of the facility. "I'll explain everything once we get back to the Paris safe house with Barry."
Asia freed her arm. "To Paris? Why all the way back there?" She was skeptical. "Can't we book a hotel or something?"
Chris frowned at her. "You know how dangerous it is to stay someplace so public." His face held signs of weariness. "We have to go back to Paris."
Asia dropped her arms and started walking. "Fine—let's go." No use arguing…
She let Chris lead them out of the compound, passing through the huge and dark warehouse. Twice she daydreamed and stumbled into an empty crate, cursing as she kicked it away.
"You okay?" Paris asked, laughing lightly.
Asia put on an over-exaggerated smile. "Never better!"
Chris looked back, his eyebrow raised. "You could really pass as a cheerleader, you know that?" He laughed then too. "Just…bring it down a bit—you're giving me chills." He faked a shiver sarcastically.
"Ugh! Like, whatever!" Asia answered with the cheesiest tone. "You're just jealous 'cause I'm sexier than you are!" She held up a hand and flipped her hair to prove her point.
"Oh please stop!" Paris said, grunting. "You're killing me with that perkiness of yours." She put her arm around Asia's shoulder. "And no you are not sexier than Chris—I am."
"Uh-huh. Whatever bitch," Asia fired back, smiling inwardly as Paris' face dropped.
"Oh, I get it—am I not good enough for you anymore?" Paris joked, pushing her away. "Are you not satisfied?"
Asia sighed. "Yeah, you're starting to become a bore." She laughed. "Heh, I'm just kidding—" She looped her arms around Paris' and leaned her head on her shoulder. "—You'll always be my one and only bitch."
"Jeez, stop already," Chris groaned. "You're making me jealous." He grinned.
Asia dropped her head in embarrassment, and was grateful that the warehouse was dark as a blush crept up from her neck. She wondered if Paris noticed, but thankfully she was focused at the exit.
Oh hell…there's nothing wrong with feeling flattered, right? Nope.
ok. sorry for the language unfortunately it gets worse. again, this was made last year--i was in the cussing mode back then (and might i add "naughty"? oh you will see that in the later chapters teeheehee)