Sand Land

Chris A. Le

Disclaimer: I do not own RE.

Chapter One - Crimson Sands

Edward Ames lightly touched his nose, squinting in pain. A temporary patch up had been applied, but Ed had been refused hospital acess. The mission at hand was far too important, was what the higher-ups had said. He cursed them...hated every last one of them.

"Sir...call coming in." His secretary said, stepping into his office.

"Transfer it over." Ames said, scooping his phone off it's cradle. He held the phone up to his ear and a familiar voice began to speak. A voice he feared.

"Mr. Ames, I assume that Redfield is on his way?" Ed gulped, choosing his words carefully. This man was dangerous.

"Yes sir...in fact, he should be at the drop point by now."

"Very good...and why are you still in your office?" Ames was taken aback. He was being watched.

"I apologize. I'll head over to the Mission Room immediatly." Ames said quickly.

"You are to stay there, understand? Watch Redfield at all times. If you want to eat, you get a secretary to get your food. You need to use a facility, you do it in a damn bag. You aren't to leave that room."

"Right." Ed replied, nodding as if the man could see him. The man gave a sigh and hung up. Ames threw his phone down,

"Douchebag. Bet anything it's a fake accent." Ames grabbed his coat and began heading for the Mission Room. It was a silly name, but to the point. When a mission went underway, the agent was usually equipped with a camera somewhere on their body. It was small and usually well-hidden. It was never found by the enemy.Along with this small piece of equipment, Ames had equipped Redfield quite weakly. An earpiece that was standard for any agent, a 9MM with plenty of ammunition, rations, an equipment bag and a standard combat knife. Ames smirked at the thought of Redfield actually survivng the ordeal all the way to the end. It was not likely. He threw open the double doors leading into the large room, the Mission Room. A large screen displaying the output of the camera was set up at the far-end of the room. Desks and computers were variously set-up through the room. The computers displayed a smaller version of the camera output and also would receive the agent's current status and radio transmissions. Each computer had it's own Frequency. Ames took a seat at a more centered desk and leaned back in the chair, watching the screen. As he had perceived, Redfield had already been dropped off. He was in a small hut in a deserted village, still knocked out as the status bar showed. Ames yawned,

"Would you like something to drink, sir?" His secretary asked, stepping in.

"Nah, I don't want to have to take a piss." Ames replied. The secretary, confused, stepped out.

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Chris blinked.

"The hell?" He murmured, rubbing his eyes. He let his hand drop to beneath his nose, where a line of dry blood rested. He rubbed it off, annoyed, "Is that how they treat all their agents?" Chris asked himself.

"Just you." A voice said. At first, Chris questioned his sanity. Then he realized that he was wearing an earpiece, probablyslipped on while he was knocked out.

"What's your name anyway?" Chris asked, rubbing his head.

"Edward Ames. Don't be ill about our earlier encounter...I had no intention of being so rude. The situation simply called for it."

"Stop the crap. Don't try to be nice to me. I know your kind all too well." Chris replied sharply. Edward laughed.

"Well, aren't we intelligent." Chris examined his new attire. He wore a sort of skin-tight body suit, yet it had short sleeves. He wore cargo pants along with a pair of muddy boots.

"So...you stripped me down bare? Enjoy it?" Chris asked jokingly. Edward laughed again.

"Comedian, are we? Anyway, there should be an equipment bag near you. Check it, it's got your supplies." Indeed, there was a black bag resting not far from Chris. He sauntered over to it and scooped it up, spilling the contents out on the dusty floor. A handgun, a combat knife, a canteen, packaged foods, and several clips of ammo.

"You're sending me into a war-torn nation...with barely any supplies?" Chris asked, astonished.

"...This is a low-budget mission. Your failure is expected, sadly." Chris became infuriated.

"You're...you...you just sent me out here to die?"

"Think of it as your...execution. Just glorified. Who knows...there's that small chance you complete the objective we assigned you." Ames said coolly.

"Well...I just might be a bit smarter then you think." Chris felt like smashing the earpiece to add to the dramatic effect, but he thought better of it. He needed this man, he needed to stay in contact with someone. Chris grabbed the clips, a total of ten, off the floor. He shoved them in his large pockets. It was sloppy, but he didn't have a Utility Belt; as he liked to call it. He shoved the packaged foods and canteen into the bag and slung it around his shoulder. The knife was in a sheath that wrapped around his shoulder. He decided to wear it with the knife in the back, so he could easily reach back and pull it out. Lastly, he scooped up the 9MM.

"Fully equipped now?" Ames asked.

"Yeah...give me some intel on the area." Chris said, turning the safety on his weapon off.

"Well...it's a desert with plenty of villages here and there. The army itself has charged through these villages, so you may find some left behind equipment. These were Terrorist Villages, mind you. They had cleared out the villages and took up refuge, hoping to stop the army's advance by foot. But...to no use. The army is equipped with a Bio Weapon that kills instantly. It's quite grand actually."

"Bio Weapon? Are there side-effects? Explain this weapon to me." Chris asked, now afraid to leave the small hut. Fear of what rested outside...

"Well, it kills once breathed in. It travels by air, but fades after ten minutes of use. So there's no chance of you being affected by this weapon as the army passed your current location two weeks ago."

"No side effects? No...coming back to life? Something like that?" Chris asked.

"...I wonder if Rockwall was the right place for you? Maybe the crazy house would have been better. Nothing like that happens. Raccoon City was a bunch of...I dunno. But it will never happen again." Ames said confidently. Chris nodded,

"Right then." He opened the flaps of the tent to see bodies littering the grounds around him, "Shoot...these guys smell. They're rotting out here." Chris said, stepping fully out of the hut. It was dead silent...then, suddenly, a man lying a few feet ahead of him twitched. A moan escaped the half-decayed mouth.

"Dear God in Heaven..." Ames whispered, as the man began to stand.

"Not again...not this bull...NOT AGAIN!" Chris raised his firearm and fired, the bullet piercing the man between the eyes. He continued to get up, "Get some damn specs on the weapon the government is using." Chris said, backing away into the tent.

"R...right away." Ames said. Chris took a deep breath. He was in Sand Land...where all his nightmares would come true.

Author's Note: Thanks for the reviews! I enjoy them deeply, as most people do. :p To answer your question, yes, this is my version of Resident Evil 5. The desert enviroment and everything about it...just made me fall in love with it. So after much consideration and thinking, I created a very intricate storyline for RE5. I hope you enjoy it and continue to enjoy it! Policy stands though, two reviews. :p