Somewhere, in a mystery location, a mystery individual is receiving orders...
Very short chapter. Due to FFN not allowing images, my FFN readers will have to miss out on one or two details. I have included the contents of the letter here but you do not have the signature of VA. The content in full is on my IG account; shinobipouch, the upload date is May 16. I implore you to take a look. For the image of Chloe, please see the work pic for this fic. Thank you.
Vermapollo Corporation
"A Hand You Can Hold"
Disease and Infection Containment and Treatment Centre
Worcestershire
England
Dear Sir,
It has come to our attention that you are aware of a valuable test subject, one that we believe you know well. Your task is to extract the subject from the location supplied on the accompanying USB drive. The information about the potential test subject is as follows;
NAME - CLAIRE LOUISE REDFIELD
D.O.B- 9 JULY 1979
CURRENT AGE - 48 YEARS OLD
HAIR COLOUR - BROWN, HINTS OF AUBURN
EYE COLOUR - BLUE
HEIGHT - 169CM/5FT 6.5 INCHES
WEIGHT - UNKNOWN
You know who she is. I do not need to supply a photo for you. Do not attempt to capture her brother, Chris Redfield. He is not infected and is of no use to us. Ms Redfield carries trace amounts of T-Phobos virus and potentially another, unknown virus. If capturing her is not an option you are to attempt capture of the following person;
NAME - CHLOE MAY REDFIELD
D.O.B - 9 JUNE 2013
CURRENT AGE - 15 YEARS OLD
HAIR COLOUR - AUBURN
EYE COLOUR - BLUE
HEIGHT - 157CM/5FT 2 INCHES
WEIGHT - UNKNOWN
Date of letter print; 1st July 2028 Page 1 of 2
She is the daughter of Claire Redfield, and niece of Chris Redfield. Unknown father, allegedly deceased. I will supply a photo from her high school website on the drive. It seems being top of the class has its downsides for confidentiality.
It is possible that she was born with trace amounts of a virus. Only capture the young Redfield if it is not possible to capture the main target. Do not attempt to capture both. We do not need our old friend, the former BSAA Captain Redfield, to interfere. One female in his life will be enough, for us and for him.
No firearms are to be used, blades are optional for hold ups if it becomes necessary. There will be no bloodshed. However if Mr Redfield chooses to intervene, END HIM. I don't need that thorn of a man in my side. It's about time that someone put him down like the "Alpha" dog he is.
Bring the test subject to our lab in England. A plane will be commissioned for you at the extraction point provided. Once landed in England, you are to meet with me, and we will both escort our new pet to the lab.
Do not fail me, and you will be greatly rewarded.
Yours sincerely,
Verminus Apollo
Head of Vermapollo Corp.
Date of letter print; 1st July 2028 Page 2 of 2
The tall room was bathed in orange dusk as an envelope was set down on an Ottoman, the papers from the envelope were held to eye level, then to the dusky light.
A few hums, a couple of grunts, and a gasp, then another hum.
The figure, a wiry man, set the letter down and inserted the accompanying drive stick into his laptop, and, rapping his fingers on his wooden desk, he waited for the files to open.
Within seconds the Verminus Apollo logo appeared, and a few files popped into view. A file of an apartment address, a high school address, and one or two other addresses of interest for him to watch out for.
Another file detailed more on the targets, but it was the thumbnail of a young girl that he was drawn to. He glided his finger over his laptop touchpad, and tapped twice. He stared at the photo on his screen, the laptop cooly whirring as the USB drive light flickered. A fifteen year old girl from the USA, with hair like fire and eyes like a cool sky. Very pretty, probably a heart throb to the boys. Or girls. It didn't matter.
The man smiled. Pretty. Just like her mother. But he felt no illicit desire for the girl, nor was he that way inclined. He despised those types of creatures, in his eyes not worthy to be called human. Not worthy of the oxygen that surrounded them. He returned his attention to the photo.
Chloe May Redfield, daughter of Claire Redfield, and niece of Chris Redfield.
It was funny.
He had actually seen her on the beach yesterday in Florida. If he knew then what he knew now…
He lit a cigarette as a flock of birds flew by the large ceiling to floor window to his right. He can always fly over to their place. Did he hear his main target declare that they were flying home yesterday evening? They've probably landed home by now.
He leant back in his office chair, watching the sun set below the city. Hell if he knew that he'd end up in a fancy top floor apartment paid for him. Those guys over in England sure were generous. And rich. Wow, were they rich.
And for this letter to only be received three days after being printed?! They certainly had their game heads on.
His phone began to ring, and he peered at the screen.
Verminus Apollo himself. He had met the man in person only on two, maybe three occasions, two of which for sure were in England. Yeah, it was three occasions. He answered, but didn't give him a chance to speak.
"The tracking number tells me that you've received the documents."
"I have." He rustled the pages in front of him, as useless as it was. This was merely a phone call, not a video call.
"Good. We need either target in England by July 10th, at the earliest. A team of my men will be waiting at the location I have provided for you, with a plane. Scout your surroundings, but make sure you are at the extraction point with the target by midnight between the 9th and 10th. If you deal with this task effectively and efficiently, you might even be allowed to attend the Euro 2028 Final at Wembley Stadium, if you so desire."
"I'll pass. Not after I heard what your plans for Wembley are. Think I might watch it on the telly box."
A voice snickered on the line.
"Wise choice. The V-virus surely will decimate the stadium and proceed to spread quickly throughout London, it would be a shame to lose such a soul as yourself when you're destined for greater things."
"So you're not bothered about which target I get?"
"Your main target still stands. Claire Redfield. Only take the girl if you have no other good opportunity otherwise."
"So the girl is infected too?"
"She carries the t-Phobos, like her mother. You read the letter, surely? Perhaps the virus is more diluted within her veins, but with my new technology, I can pinpoint everything that her DNA has to offer. Everything. Even tracing her family ancestors back to before the colonisation of the New World, if I cared."
"Well I know that Claire's gran was Irish, so you wouldn't have to go that far back. Damn, that's some pretty sweet tech, though. Didn't think you'd get it up and running so quickly."
"I can use either females' DNA, to sequence new and improved changes into the V-virus."
"The V-virus brand new or something?"
"It's been a…work in progress. Perhaps nearly thirty years. There have been a few name changes as each failure and fault were eradicated. However, I believe this, this will be the one."
"But you're starting with England?"
"Is that a problem for you?"
"N-no. Not at all."
"Good. Now go. And do not fail me. Remember. Claire Redfield is priority, but her daughter will suffice if Ms Redfield becomes elusive. No blood. If- grrr, his name leaves a bitter taste in my mouth, if HE gets in the way, dispose of him. Make sure that his death as painful as possible. But ONLY if he gets in the way. Otherwise, let him suffer emotionally that he has once again failed to protect those around him. He's very renowned at that."
The line went dead, and the man peered at his phone screen. He watched in amazement as his call history just, well, vanished! Yeah, definitely some sexy technology that this guy has.
He laughed nervously. He had never killed before, and he knew that he'd lose a fight against Chris Redfield. And the uproar it would cause?! A globally known, legendary hero against bioterrorism? If Chris didn't kill him as he bled out then the world certainly would!
The man studied all of the girl's features; her eyes, her nose, mouth, all of her face. And he chuckled.
"Fuck me, sideways. Bloody spitting image of your mam, you are."
The song for this chapter is Who Are You by The Who.
Ok, so yes. There's been a tiny time skip, next chapter MAY go back in time by a few days from this one, but I'm not sure yet.
So, who is this guy? Answers on a postcard ;)
I should add that I made Chloe in FaceApp a few months ago using Claire's Infinite Darkness look :3