Chapter 29: Germany Calling
She stood in the deserted airport, feeling more alone than she ever felt in her life.
Everyone she loved had left her, a deep pang in her chest made her feel sick as the frog in her throat threatened to jump out once the tears had threatened her sight.
Sherry's blonde hair swayed in the light breeze that swished in from an open window near her, her hair caressed her cheek as if trying to give her comfort at one of the loneliest times of her life.
Why had Jake left her?
It was her fault.
She made him leave...
It was his fault.
After the argument a few nights ago when Sherry had ordered Jake to leave, she got news that Jake had carried out his plans to go to Germany, the place the BSAA were going to being dispatched to.
Subsequently, not long after the orders had been changed, Jake had fled the country, Hunnigan's leading computer scientist realized a glitch in the new plans she'd made, and tracked it back to Sherry's computer. Needless to say the DSO were furious at Jake's actions; the switching of direct orders against the DSO and government was highly punishable, and they would be going after Jake today, just after she escaped the country.
"Jake..." Sherry whimpered sadly pushing back the annoying tears that made her eyes itchy madly, the emptiness taking over.
She knew she'd made the right decision, she thought just as Claire's voice echoed in her head, "You LEFT the DSO!? For HIM!", the ringing in her ears were painful as her friend shouted. "What are you thinking, Sherry?" Claire asked, words resounding as the image of Leon came to mind, his face angrier than a wasp.
"You make your own decisions Sherry," He'd commented trying to keep his voice calm. "...But leaving your job for Muller is one of the worst things you have EVER done."
"I know you have your own mind Sherry," Hunnigan had started to say with a sigh, "You are one of our best agents, you are strong willed and magnificent... But the fact you knew about Muller's plans and were going to keep it from us, does not excuse you from punishment..."
"I'm leaving for Germany in the morning." Sherry told to Claire just before she left her apartment, the night before. "I love Jake more than anything in the world, and I will not let him die by Wesker's hands... or let him die alone." She whispered as she shut the door on
her best friend, secretly hoping she would come after her to give some comforting words or a goodbye hug; but nothing came.
She had pushed them all away, everyone that mattered, and for the first time in her life she was running from her duties, running from her friends that she called family, running from the lingering punishment that would be arriving at her home today.
Thankfully, she knew what Jake's plans were and knew where he would be; she would go to him, and pray he would forgive her; they would take down his Father, together.
"Fuck this place is strange..." Jake muttered to himself as he walked through the small German town alone, looking through the shop windows as he passed seeing delicatessens he'd never seen before; things cured in ale and beer, huge sausages hanging from meat hooks and freshly baked bread in odd shapes.
"Damn, I need to get out more." He smirked as he mused.
He continued to walk through the almost dead town to the hotel he'd booked, right under the DSO's noses, he was too clever to stay anywhere near where they'd planned to send Redfield and the Jill lady, so he chose 10 miles away from the original destination.
As he walked, taking in the surroundings Jake noticed a gang of men standing outside of what seemed like an abandoned pub, annoyed to find them glaring at him making him incredibly suspicious, 'Just what are they starin' at?'. He thought glaring back.
'Never mind those assholes,' He thought fleetingly, 'Probably ain't used to seeing foreigners around here…'
Quickly, his attention sprang from the men to a large structure in the background, behind the town. 'Damn, would you look at that.'
One monstrous conical shaped building stood in a sinister way, miles from the town, he couldn't be sure if it was a Nuclear power plant or just a normal power plant, it was hard to tell from so far away.
However, the one thing he was certain of was that it had once belonged to Umbrella. It didn't matter how long it had been there, the unmistakable logo that had long been faded by nature was still striking to his eyes if not to anyone else's.
He was in the right place.
About half an hour of wandering around the town lost, he finally found the hotel, which looked more like a badly converted WW2 asylum than an Inn.
Whilst he checked in at, 'Das glückliche Ferien inn', that roughly translated into 'the happy holidays inn,' he asked the owner about the power plant not far from their location and about its association with Umbrella. The conversation ended quite suddenly with the owner looking very fraught and startled by his questioning, hastily changing the topic to the Weisswurst and Frankfurter at this time of year, it confused Jake greatly.
Soon, the man showed Jake to his room, changing it from the most dirt cheap to the most finest priced after his questioning, and wouldn't charge him a penny extra than what he was originally going to pay. Even though Jake couldn't complain he was curious about the sudden upset he'd caused by bringing Umbrella into the conversation, and why plying him with a better room would do anything.
He was confused again.
"Premier room they say?" He sighed to himself looking around the shabby room, "Don't wanna know what the room I was originally going for looked like…" He muttered, slinging his bag onto the floor by the grubby bed with a clunk from his guns, and looked out the window.
The place was a ghost town.
In a way, the desolation of the place reminded him of Edonia, unexpectedly he felt home sick, but was swiftly pushed out his mind when he spotted the group of men from before standing opposite the Inn, talking to one another looking up at each window - as if searching for him.
"Argh," Jake sighed, "I really don't fancy any trouble today." He smirked, putting his hands together pushing them inside out to crack his knuckles.
Sherry kicked herself mentally for not being prepared for the trip, not learning any German or taking any guide books with her, and zero at all to translate.
The escape of the USA had been so sudden she only packed one set of spare clothing and underwear, thankful for remembering to take her personal guns with her; as she'd had to leave the DSO ones at her apartment the day she left.
'They can find them when they come for me.' She thought sadly.
To her surprise, Leon pulled some strings to let her fly with her own arms, it was thanks to him she'd made it to Germany hassle free. Her adopted Father, there for her until the end.
"And again he could lose his job because of me." She whispered after setting off in the German taxi to the middle of nowhere, the only thing she'd managed to pre-prepare before she left America.
Leon had been so angry with her, yet he'd disobeyed Hunnigan - again, to get her out of the country. The more Sherry thought about it the more she was confused and upset.
Was she an FBI case now? She had taken part in cyber warfare, after all; hacking and sabotaging the government was a federal crime. Was she a refugee? Running from the serious crime made against the government? If she was they'd hunt her down for the rest of her life.
What had she done?
What had THEY done…
Sherry stared out into the land of Eastern Germany near the Baltic Sea in the Wanger region, and even though East and West Germany had reunited many years ago from the Wars, fall of the Berlin Wall and Zombie outbreaks it was still lesser populated than the West making everything seem very barren. Only the odd farms and holiday resorts occupied the great open expanses, and even those were terribly shabby.
"Hey… Hey you, dame…" A thick German accent in bad English called from her dreams, and a hand gently pressing onto her arm making her jerk awake.
When she opened her eyes she found they'd end their journey and had finally arrived in Weissenhäuser Strand some countless hours later; the very place Jake had set up camp.
Awkwardly, Sherry managed to thank the driver and pay him with Euro's she'd exchanged in the airport, and was now prepared for the hard part; finding the hotel Jake was in.
Even though she'd known the whereabouts of his ventures she hadn't a clue the place he'd reserved, so it was all down to a door-to-door search.
"Shouldn't take too long." She smiled to herself as she watched the taxi disappear down the road.
"Wesseker See?" Jake asked the old lady again, not really sure if he'd heard her correctly due to the language barrier.
"Wesseker See." She nodded.
"Talk about irony…" He commented looking to the Power Plant in the distance, "Danke." He thanked her, letting her waddle off back to her shopping.
Wesseker See was the place which the Power Plant was situated he'd found out after questioning a few willing residence of the town; it had been a nature reserve many years ago, but had been ruined completely by the rule of Umbrella.
An especially kind elderly gentleman had taken Jake back to his house that he'd owned for over 70+ years, and showed him pictures of the Lagoon before Umbrella.
It was nothing short of beautiful, even through the images that were faded and black and white, the scenery was picturesque; poppy fields to the north, lavender fields to the South, a fishing shack or two and a beautiful river flowing into it.
This man had never-ending tales of angling there as a child and up through to his twenties, and of meeting his true love there, and of how she and his family died.
Jake was wounded deeply that once again, his father had destroyed and taken more innocent lives.
A small outbreak of what he assumed was the T-Virus struck the town just after the Raccoon City incident, and most of the towns people had died gruesomely. The old man cried as he told the stories, Jake asked him to stop numerous times as it was such a painful memory but he wouldn't stop. People around the area never talked of it, and he was glad to finally let go of all the hell he'd endured to this young foreign stranger.
Once the old man had told of his stories Jake left with a heavy heart, how could his Father have done all this? He knew it wasn't just Albert's doing, '…that Spencer guy was the founder, but pops was the main guy for a long time… Damn! This is fucked up.'
"God damn!" He whispered angrily to himself when the door knocked around 1am, "What the hell is it?" Jake asked rudely upon opening it after finally beginning to dose off.
"Du ar Jake Muller, ja?" The hotel owner asked looking sleepy.
"What of it?" Jake asked dryly with a scowl, showing how un-amused he was to be disturbed at this time of the morning.
"Err… A Miss Beacon is hier to besuchen you, herr." The man explained, using the best English he could, but even so Jake still couldn't understand.
"What?" He questioned sharply with an annoyed grimace.
" A Miss Birkon is hier to besuchen you, herr."
Jake just blinked instead of replying, his mouth gaping open trying to figure out what the guy was telling him.
"Ah, du Ausländer ... Ich werde einfach schicken sie hier." The man sighed, before walking back down the small hallway to the staircase, and out of sight.
Jake frowned all the more as he became increasingly confused at the man's actions, and irritably slammed the door loud enough for the rest of the lodge to hear.
He barely made it back to the bed before another knock came, his face turned beet red at the third consecutive knock and considered ignoring it, but more intense knocks came giving him no choice but to answer it with one of the angriest faces he could conjure.
"WHAT NOW?!" He shouted as he opened the door, flabbergasted to find a flushed faced Sherry standing in the door way, with a large bag in hand and frost in her hair.
"Supergirl?"
Her eyes went wide at the sight of him, not believing she'd finally found him. It had taken more hours than she'd have liked, or wished to remember.
"Jake!" She screeched with happiness, flinging herself into his arms. "I didn't think I'd ever find you!"
"Supergirl?…" He whispered questioning in disbelief, into her hair as he held her tight.
"What are you doing here?" He continued to whisper as he held her evermore firmly, thinking how much his dreams had come true again. He didn't like the way things had ended in the US, and would've done anything to have her with him. 'God must really love me today.' He smiled.
UPDATED: 16/01/2015 - Spelling, Grammar, Minor story changes.
Wesseker See, Germany - Is an actual real place, I found it by accident while researching things on Germany and maps for this Fanfiction. I changed a few things about Germany as it isn't real life Germany after all; still Resident Evil world. Wesseker See, is actually a nature reserve. Wiggled a few things around to suite the story, so please no hate or accusing of racism or whatever people see these days :)