Chapter 37: Vermillion Anathema
"Shit it's cold." Chris muttered under his breath the more they moved away from the warm train station in Rovaniemi, thankfully it hadn't snowed since they'd departed from Oulu but the temperature hadn't moved a millimeter above minus ten and it nipped away at his bare face with abundance.
Jukka on the other hand wasn't anywhere near as cold as they were, or as copiously dressed due to him being used to the frigid weather of the north, and was only dressed in normal BSAA gear, whereas the other two... Well, he thought they looked like Eskimo's.
"You don't get out much do you?" He called to his two superiors smiling, watching as their red blushed faces scrunched up at his inquiry.
"We've been in cold places before Private, just not lately." Jill replied with a small shiver, her guns chiming a little on her holsters at the sudden quiver her body gave.
"Yeah, we took down an Umbrella facility in Russia when we were younger," Chris explained a little further. "But, we were a lot younger then, and the cold didn't bother us so much." The gruffness of his voice sounded even more deeper because his body felt like an ice block, despite the snug warm fur lined coat he wore and the thermal underwear.
God he hated the cold.
Jill shivered again looking to Chris who looked as unhappy as she'd ever seen him, feeling exactly as he did, cold, bogged down with shit tonnes of gear - HEAVY gear, and thick clothing that made moving around that much harder.
"Come on!" Jukka cheered moving his hand in a 'come over here' motion, "The hotel I booked is not far."
"Hotel?" Jill asked a little too eagerly, they'd been traveling none stop for a long time, and although they'd been sat down for most the journey she really wanted a nap.
"I thought we were going to camp out in the woods?" Chris asked, also very confused.
"Heh," Private Linnankivi laughed smiling, the young man was very happy to be back in his home country and in the cool weather, instead of the warmth of America and the other exotic places he'd been and it showed. "I thought you would be tired and pissed off with the weather before we even started our journey out there." He explained readjusting the heavy pack on his back. "So I booked a hotel near the edge of Rovaniemi for one night, all expenses on me."
Chris looked blankly at his young Private and found a smile creeping on his face.
"Well done." He congratulated, "I think we could do with a rest before moving out." And although he was very glad, he was still a little miffed. "Though you should have authenticated it with me first."
Jukka nodded sadly, then shrugged.
"You are right Captain, but think of this as a present - to say thank you for the BSAA."
Chris sighed before nodding, giving up this useless conversation not only because he was cold, but because Jukka's father had died in an Umbrella related incident, along with his younger sister, so he could understand why the youngster joined the cause, and was thankful for the work they were doing.
The sudden praise made Chris feel warm inside, he knew his and the BSAA's work was appreciated by the world, but sometimes being told, especially from his own people made things easier and made him fight harder.
Jill also smiled to herself at Jukka's ability to win over the Captain, and was certain he would go far in his career with them.
They followed Linnankivi to a shiny dark gray, verging on black 4x4 with questioning expressions, he smiled and shrugged again showing his perfectly straight white teeth in a grin.
"I put a call into one of my Uncle's before we left America," He said before moving up to the vehicle, touching the left side mirror, "I told him the BSAA need a little assistance..." He moved the mirror in the plastic checking behind it, nothing. "And he was more than happy to leave a car for us." He went around to the right side, and moved the mirror, again checking behind it, this time smiling widely at the things he'd been searching for and grabbed the keys from behind it. "We can use this to get to the hotel."
"..." Both Chris and Jill didn't say anything, admitting he was a spunky kid with more brains and contacts than they gave him credit for.
"You've taken on a lot of responsibility by doing this Private." Chris called out, scolding the young man. "We were meant to come here without help from the outside..." He watched as Jukka's face dropped, then he smiled to the young comrade. "You used your initiative to help the BSAA, and gave us more help than HQ." Chris hinted criticism at his own organisations strange inability to help this time round. "Consider your help a promotion when we get back."
Jill watched as Jukka almost dropped the keys to the car, his face looking shocked, though he soon corrected his shocked features to a straight military facade and saluted his genuine thanks. 'His father would be proud.'
"Now let's get going before my balls freeze off." Chris muttered again feeling the temperature drop somewhat.
Jukka put the correct key into the driver side door and unlocked the vehicle manually before moving around to the back and opening the big wheeled door for them to fill the space with gear.
"Whoa..." Jill blurted once she'd reached the large back door having her first look into the interior.
Black leather greeted her, and the smell of fresh polish scented with cherries hit her cold sensitive nose as she threw her large pack in on top of Chris' with a grunt, hers was the last bag so she closed the wheeled door with force, quickly reading the name of the 4x4 on the back: Land Rover Defender 2.2 TDCI XS 110. It was a top of the range model, and imported from England by the looks of the number plate, and had been a seven seater from the markings in the floor, but his Uncle had obviously taken out the two back ones for space purposes.
"This is fancy, Linnankivi." She declared, taking the backseat behind the driver's feeling rather strange as she sat in the leather because they were so used to the uncomfortable bony seats of army transport that had no character, whereas this magnificent beast was so utterly lavish and accommodating.
"Yeah... My Uncle's a wealthy man here, part of Nokia's top dogs. Plus I knew he'd make sure to send us something versatile and robust, just in case we got into... trouble."
"You must tell your Uncle I thank him very much for his contribution." Chris replied settling into his oh so comfortable chair, that adequately hugged his muscular sides snugly, which also had heat radiating from the padding once Jukka started the engine. "Heated seats?" He asked again not believing how at home this 4x4 was making him feel.
"Oh yes! A necessity for this weather!" Jukka said in a more lively tone that wasn't his own. "I quote Uncle there... this is one of his most prized imports. Heated this, heated that, power assisted steering, heavy duty suspension, cross-hair military headlights, leather quilting, ah!" He exclaimed shaking his head with a sigh of annoyance, "Too many things for my Uncle's requirements..."
Chris watched his young colleague press a button on the large dashboard, and within seconds of it being pressed the snow on the windscreen began to melt.
Sooner than they knew the young Private, come Corporal began the drive to the hotel 'Tundra Holiday Lodge' situated on the edge of Rovaniemi, a place in the vicinity of Viiksjärvi.
The drive through the falling blizzarding snow bothered Jill a little more than she realised, or maybe it was because they were getting ever closer to Alex and his Organisation.
She just felt so unsettled even though she was the comfiest she had been for the past 24 hours, trying to relax she concentrated her eyes on watching the scenery go by; light, light, nothing, tree, trees, snow, road, snow... snow... and more snow, and the quick approaching darkness that seemed to come at them suddenly from nowhere, but she realized rashly that it wasn't so strange for the Finn's who were used to midnight suns.
Seasons and the times of day here were so strange.
Few road signs passed them as they sped along the desolate evening roads, Chris making out a few of the images on the warning symbols; reindeer warnings, speed limits, words he didn't understand, and one that made him frown... Santa Claus. 'O-kay...' He thought, feeling slightly freaked out.
Most the trees in the forests were compacted with snow, all of them leaning this way or that, it was a very beautiful sight to behold, especially how the frozen ice glinted and shimmered like glitter or high priced diamonds in the fake light created by the headlights.
Chris and Jill always seemed to miss the intense snow falls and freak weather in America when it happened, so this was a welcome change to them both, except for the cold which was all around them but were thankful not to feel it because the Land Rover was pumping out such wonderful heat.
"Hey Jukka?" Jill called from behind him, "Would we be able to see the Aurora from the hotel we'll be staying in?" This was one of the things Jill really, desperately wanted to see in her life; the breathtaking, unbelievable, exquisite Aurora borealis, or just the Northern Lights to some.
"Unfortunately we aren't close enough to see them Jill." Jukka replied thoughtfully, his eyes not moving from the road in front. "They are in the far north, Utsjoki way. I doubt we will be going that far in our search... Sorry."
Once they had reached the hotel their mouths gaped open at its size. It was tiny, rather, 'they' were tiny. All of them small hunting cabins that couldn't have been bigger than a 4 berth caravan, which was really small for the three of them plus gear.
"We need to lay low, don't we?" Jukka asked with apprehension at his commanders faces. "You know what they say," Jukka spoke out again a hint of mischief in his tone. "It isn't size that counts."
"It could be worse." Chris replied staring at the tiny log cabins, knowing instantly he would soon be eating his own words, he always did.
"Hunnigan?" Chris asked the usual man on the end of his phone. BSAA headquarters had called him later that night to put the call through from the DSO. "Yeah HQ, put her through."
"Chris?" The sweet but firm voice of Ingrid Hunnigan asked through the bad line, waiting patiently for him to vertify his identity. "We've just received an urgent call from..." Static, "They have an operative flying in..." More static, "...to meet you, code name Vulkaan Alpha..." Static, "...will meet you at." Co-ordinates, then more static. "Rendezvous time 00.00 hours. Please be careful."
"Hunnigan!" Chris shouted down his earpiece, hoping his voice would make the connection better. "There's too much static, please repeat! Please Hunnigan, repeat!"
Static, and the sound of a dead receiver.
"Shit!" He bellowed, kicking the table next to him shaking his head giving a large sigh, his muscles flexed under his cotton top as he rubbed a hand over his stubbly chin.
"We have new orders. Be ready to move out as soon as we find out where this place is." His brown eyes looked over at his tired partners knowing how they felt because, sadly he felt it too. "Looks like our rest is going to be cut short, the DSO gave us co-ordinates of an operative flying in to us, we are to meet them at midnight."
"That's near Käyläkkälampi." Linnankivi assured looking to the co-ordinates the Captain had wrote down, then checking them out on his GPS. "A good hour or two drive." He sighed aloud, hearing Jill do the same.
"My ass is getting sore from all this sitting..." She muttered miserably, earning a nod from Chris. "What's the person's name? This 'operative'?"
"No idea." Chris shrugged, "She didn't know either, they gave her a code name... Seems they don't want to be found out. Vulcan Alpha or something..." He frowned scratching his beard trying to remember how Ingrid had pronounced it. "Vulkaan? No matter, it was foreign for sure."
A few tapping sounds followed in the cold log room as Jukka inputted the location into the groups GPS', then they were ready to go, all filing out of the miniscule cabin after Chris.
Just as Private Linnankivi had predicted the drive had taken a good two hours to get near to the co-ordinates the DSO had provided, however they'd had to hike just over thirty minutes through the deep snowy fields and brush to get to the specific co-ordinates due to it being off road, discovering it to be a huge metal structure in the middle of nowhere.
"Something doesn't feel right." Jill announced in a mere whisper, grabbing her hand gun with the uneasiness of the air around them.
It was all too quiet.
Chris and the young soldier followed suit, nodding in a unified knowing. The only sound being made in the deathly silence was the safety being taken off of their guns and the soft crush of snow beneath their feet.
"Sir, it looks like a barn." Jukka aired quietly as they neared the large metal building, and he wasn't wrong, it did indeed look like a modern barn, with its corrugated metal roof just visible under the crazy amount of snow, strong moonlight flooded over the scene, showing the unmistakable brown flaking patches of rust and barren fields around them.
"Let's be cautious," Chris warned. "We don't know what our contact looks like or where they are. Quick perimeter sweep and meet to the left of the building."
They nodded to him in silence, Jill taking the left and the two men taking the right of the structure at a slow pace placing one foot before the other as they did in stealth training to make sure they weren't heard, or at least heard as little as possible due to the damned snow, which Chris condemned to the depths at that moment.
Slowly but surely they made their way to re-group on the left side as Chris had commanded, gun pointed upwards as they rounded corners just in case of trouble.
"Report." He once again ordered as they met with Jill on her side lowering their guns.
"Nothing on this side noticeable except that door." She said, pointing to a metal door that had rusted hinges. "And the broken window up there." Again she pointed, this time with her gun.
"Visible footprints in the snow on the right side, but the damn snows covered up how fresh they are." Chris relayed, "Also a door, but no window."
"Nothing else?" Jukka asked, making it more a statement than a question.
"So... the contact's inside?" Jill asked aloud presuming this to be the case.
"Let's hope they haven't frozen to death out here." Chris commented, looking to his watch. "Fifteen minutes 'till midnight, almost rendezvous time." He again spoke, his breath noticeable in the freezing still air. "In the mean time, I want to check out this place... Make sure there's nothing to worry about."
The group nodded, following their Captain towards the rusted door, still taking their time in making sure their movements were as quiet as possible, however despite their stealthy actions the door they originally thought to be locked made their presence well known as the hinges squealed as loudly as they possibly could, alerting at least whoever or whatever occupied the nearing area.
Haphazardly the door flung inwards and made a clonk on the metal wall behind it, forging an internal sigh within Chris and a shake of his head.
The three filed in with guns held high, taking note of the desolate room that occupied nothing but stagnant damp air.
The side the BSAA engaged was the light side of the room, the large broken window shone the untainted beams of moonlight into their half of the room leaving the other side a complete mystery in its pitch black shadows, and from what Chris had originally thought was a barn actually felt and looked more like an unfinished army bunker.
"Identify yourself." An abrupt American voice called from the other side of the room, making Jill jump slightly kicking herself for not being prepared for company at the present time.
"Chris Redfield, BSAA... Are you Vulkaan Alpha?" He asked loud and firmly, not bothering to lower his gun that sat in his hands held high continuing to point at the darkness ahead, and at the unseen person or persons on the other side.
Footsteps were soon heard from the other side of the room, and a man stepped out, taking to the middle of the expanse.
"Carl? Carl Smith?" Jill asked, immediately recognizing the figure even in the moonlight and his grizzly beard.
"Chris..." Another man's voice boomed from behind Carl's tubby figure. "So good to see you... Alive."
Chris' face dropped at the sound of this voice, and he struggled to believe the voice he and Jill were all too familiar with was coming from the darkness ahead of them, almost forgetting he was holding a gun when the figure walked from the darkness like a prowling feline, and his grip faltered on the weapon.
His arms were comfortably held behind his back as he strode into the illuminations of the moon as tall as he'd ever had been, the blonde-white hair slicked back to his scalp in the same fashion as the last time Chris had laid eyes on him, the trademark smirk played across his pale smug face, and the glasses... those damn glasses that hid the demons playing behind his once blue eyes.
"W... Wesker?" Chris breathed, again not moving through the overwhelming shock and horror.
"It is good to see you too." The familiar voice echoed through the room, unchanged, dry and unamused as always.
Jill stared at the old S.T.A.R.S captain, her mouth less of agape than Chris', discovering it didn't surprise her too much that he'd managed to lure them here. Maybe it was from her time she was held captive? Or maybe from all the years they'd spent trying to bring the bastard down.
Albert smirked all the more letting a dark grin spread across his face at seeing Chris startled like this, it was giving him a huge thrill, too much so for there was much to do, and even more pleasurable moments like this to be had.
"WESKER!" Chris roared losing all feelings of disbelief when he readjusted to the fact the fiend really was alive, his face contorted into one of pure hate pulling the trigger on his gun rapidly, but something from the darkness moved out the corner of his eye with blinding speed and knocked the gun from his hand, with a loud clatter it fell as the person apprehending him progressed to twist his large arm around his back whilst slamming him with almighty force into the alloy wall, his head being forced into it by the hands of his attacker so he couldn't see anything that wasn't directly in front of him.
"I see you haven't changed a bit." Wesker commented dryly once the gunfire had ceased and the man detained, "I thought you would have learned a lesson or two since our last meeting."
"How did you survive!?" Chris yelled back, fighting with all his strength at his subduer. "We put rockets in your fucking head!"
Wesker let out a dark laugh of high amusement, and took light steps over the space to peer at poor weak Chris.
"That is of none of your concern." Albert replied with a mocking tone, "I would be more concerned with the person who is holding you against that wall." Again he laughed holding his hands in front of him and smirked, "You hadn't noticed?"
The voice in which Wesker used was one of the ones Chris hated the most, that up himself hoity-toity tone that said, 'I know something you don't know... Pathetic human.' and he gritted his teeth together as he stopped his fighting the persons grip.
"I do hope you behave." Wesker stated with a straight face showing he wasn't joking. "You may let him go... But if he tries to attack? Well," He grinned, a flash of red behind his glasses. "You know what to do."
Chris was shoved into the wall more as the person let go, and he'd realized Jill nor Jukka had said a word this whole time, grunting through annoyance Chris turned around and realized why.
"You already know my bastard son, Jake." Wesker said matter of factly, taking steps away from Chris and his son and towards Carl who stood silently, 'probably in fear of the possible pending death from Redfield.'
"Jake?" Chris asked wide eyed, though his back was still turned.
"Oh god..." Chris whispered aloud once he'd twisted back to see Muller; looking at the kids face deep horror and worry filled his heart, his eyes were ablaze like his fathers, and he didn't even so much as acknowledge Chris' presence, much alone react to being spoken to. Normally Jake would be rolling his eyes, and calling him Jarhead with a mischievous but kind smirk since they'd bonded a little.
"What have you done to him!?" Chris ordered, not tearing his eyes away.
Nothing looked out of place on the young man, in fact he was wearing the same-almost identical clothes he was wearing in China, except with a thick tweed coat.
"Ah, and that isn't all." Albert called, turning his head towards the darkness. "Come out dearest."
Chris stayed still for a moment as the feminine sound of heeled boots clattered on the floor, the steps were hesitant, that much was obvious to him but nothing could have prepared him for the short blonde who walked out into the full moonlight, hands clasped in front of her with a deep look of panic in her blue eyes, along with the tall dark haired woman wearing a red blouse.
"Sherry?" Jill whispered sadly her face a frown. "Ada?"
"Chris, Jill..." Sherry whispered back looking to both of them with puffy red eyes that only shadowed how she felt, and how much she wanted to scream for them to kill Wesker.
Ada's hands were bound in an overly tight rope unlike Sherry's, and her mouth was covered by a silvery shining material noticeable as duct tape. Her feet were also bound but gave a small margin to allow her to keep her balance whilst shuffling, but Ada had been trained for harder things than this so she had no trouble walking in her confines even if it meant her behind wiggled more than usual.
Chris' feet moved without his say so and he rushed to Sherry's side, thankful to not be stopped by Wesker or anyone else.
"Are you hurt?" He asked uneasily holding the tops of her arms, "Has he harmed you?"
She shook her head without looking into his eyes.
"Jake? What did he do to him?" He asked again, pushing his head further to hers to attempt to make her make eye contact, which she avoided with all her might.
"..."
"Sherry!" Chris called to her silence, to be ignored quite obviously, her head moving downwards to look at the floor.
"Calm yourself." Albert started, "She is not permitted to speak of such things." He sighed, then chuckled. "Not that there is anything wrong with him. We merely spent quality family time together, and he chose to join me... Worshiping me like a God."
Again Chris started for Wesker, this time with balled fists aiming for his nose and his knee bending up as he approached, ready to hit him in the stomach.
"Stop." Wesker said sternly through his clenched teeth as the BSAA Captain became close enough for him to clearly smell his disgusting human scent, nevertheless Chris didn't heed the instruction and was rapidly launched by one kick over the room away from him by Jake.
"What did you to do him!?" Chris roared as he composed himself near the side of a BSAA member Albert didn't know.
"He would have never joined you!" Jill shouted with equal anger as her captain, earning a genuine smile from Wesker who pushed his shades further up his nose, calmly replying.
"Neither would have you."
"You bastard!" Chris shouted again jumping to his feet, hell bent on harming Wesker even in the slightest just to make himself feel better, 'if I can land a damn hit!', he thought sourly watching as Jake turned taking a defensive stance ready to intercept his oncoming attacks.
Being reminded of what Wesker had done to Jill was still one of the sorest spots that still lived furiously inside the BSAA Captain, and although that fire for vengeance had technically been settled with Albert Wesker's 'death' in Africa, he knew that would never quench the raging burn in his heart or mind.
It was like a disease that thrived within that he tried with all his fortitude to forget every day, a cancer that ate away at his heart though she stood next to him proudly, loving him day and night, and once more he was facing the man that had done those awful things to her, and once more he wanted to settle the score for good using all the brutality his body could inflict and conjure.
He wanted to slice Wesker to pieces, tiny painful sinews at a time.
Making sure to grab his discarded gun that Jake had made him drop his body moved with ease once he'd pushed himself from the floor, bringing the firearm up to his dominant eye and let rip the metal bullets he hoped would make an impact into Wesker's thick skull.
The silent order to fire rang around the room queuing Jill and Jukka to begin launching the attack along with him.
"No!" Sherry shrieked over the gunfire, not for the BSAA to stop their assault on Wesker but due to the fact that Jake was going to intercept them and could possibly get hit. Her attempt was also to try and get her voice into his head to make him stop and come back to her, like Chris had with Jill though the effort was pointless.
Albert growled in annoyance at the BSAA's futile attempt on his life, had they learned nothing at all in those years harassing him? His eyes could see the bullets as soon as they left their guns, could predict what directions and velocity they were going at so he could move freely out of the bullets path with the super human speed his virus permitted him. They were nothing more than a stupid bunch of thugs to Albert.
Chris' eyes swam through the room tracking and pinpointing Albert's positions as he bounced in and out of his eye sight, vanishing from the path of the bullets that lacerated the room and back into a zone free of them.
Jill clenched her teeth hard as Wesker moved exactly how she remembered him to, concentrating on not accidentally shooting Sherry or Ada, who had thankfully moved to the side lines when the shooting began, but not caring where that treacherous Carl was; if he got in her line of sight, she wouldn't hesitate to end his life. Without warning she soon felt a painful collision come from under her hands, causing her pistol to fly from her grip going up and over her head.
"No Jake!" Jill heard Sherry cry, but that was cut short from her ears as she felt the full force of another body slamming into her own.
"Oomph." The wind was knocked out of her when she and the other body hit the floor, feeling abrupt pain in her shoulder blades more than normal because of the intense cold and through how heavy whoever it was on her chest.
A quick glance through half lidded eyes told her the heavy body was Chris, and he'd already started pushing himself off her, then Jukka flew backwards across her eye line and into the metal wall next to them his pistol clattering noisily to his side.
"Well done." Albert congratulated with a slow clap that was muffled by the sound of his gloves, his boots gave off a small echo as he walked briskly to Chris and pushed him back down onto his partner with a foot. "When will you learn dear Chris? I am a God, and you are a mere insect... And you cannot, kill me."
"What have you done to Jake?!" Chris demanded again loudly, attempting to push himself from the ground because Jill seemed to be struggling to breathe with the amount of weight he was putting on her, along with the force Wesker was pushing down with.
"He did nothing." Jake spoke out with no elation in his voice, Chris couldn't determine whether he was telling the truth or not.
"Why are you attacking us?" Jukka asked through gritted teeth holding his chest, Wesker Junior had definitely broken one or two of his ribs with a simple kick.
"You attacked my father." He answered simply glaring at the young soldier.
"He's such a good boy, don't you agree Chris?" Wesker asked pushing his leg further into his spine, reaping a pained grunt from his enemy. "Although, he is expendable."
"What?!" Chris breathed heavily, knowing this situation to be seriously wrong. Jake had super human strength like Wesker, eyes like him, was protecting him and didn't retort to the hint of him being slaughtered by his own father? "What have you done to him!?" Chris repeated not falling for this bullshit, Wesker only sighed.
"He enlisted to help in my venture to visit an old acquaintance of mine, Alex Wesker."
"Enlisted?" Chris snapped feeling the air come back into his lungs as Wesker let up on his incessant pushing. "You mean you pushed him into some fucking corner and made him do this!"
Before Chris knew it he was being hauled to his feet and turned around, hearing the gasp and choking of Jill who could finally breathe after almost suffocating.
"Maybe I did..." Wesker purred into Chris' face, he himself not liking the distance which he'd put them in, nonetheless it was required to ensure that the threat be heard unquestionably. "But the true question is, do you value the lives of your friends?" At this Albert watched intently as the brunette's face changed but did not speak. "Well? Do you?"
"Yeah..." Chris replied with a taut jaw. "Yeah, I do."
"Then consider this, if you do not adhere to my requests I will put a bullet between Muller's and Birkin's eyes."
Chris gritted his teeth together hard, and looked to Sherry who clung to Ada's mute side looking on at the situation with fearful eyes, thinking she looked younger than she was, and then he looked to Jake who looked at them, but his eyes were glossed over, however not glossed with thought, there was nothing in those red glowing orbs.
"What do you want?" He asked quietly, glaring at the dark shades that covered the eyes of the devil, seeing only himself staring back.
"Your help."
Jill forgot to breath at the candor of Wesker's words, and saw the same had happened to Chris. What on earth was going on here? The 'Great' Albert Wesker was asking for help... From Chris... His personal nemesis?
Her eyes blinked hard trying to make the image stick in her head, as well as to make sure she was hearing and seeing things for what they were.
"You're... You're asking... For what?" She heard Chris whisper, finally remembering her own need for air.
"Help." Albert replied candidly taking a few steps back from Redfield as his scent was getting a little too much for him to endure. "Do not think of this as a weak request." He told them with his head held high. "Alex is a strong being, much like myself... I want to assure his death."
"..."
"You want to kill your own brother?" Jill asked now finding strength in her voice.
"Not my true brother, Valentine." Wesker replied giving an irritated sigh. "He is dangerous, more than you know." Again he pushed his shades up his nose and turned his back to the three BSAA agents. "If you thought Umbrella was bad, you will be traumatized at his Organisation and what they have created, correct Miss Wong?"
Ada responded to his question with a dark glare, that was reciprocated with a smirk.
"You see, now that I am ready to take back the world you took from me, I cannot allow him to walk freely as he did before, especially now he holds research stolen from me."
'Oh boy, he's agitated.' Ada thought with an impassive expression. 'This confinement is pointless, he's taken us to the middle of nowhere, I'd freeze to death before I got five yards.' She continued to think miserably, rolling her eyes. 'How did he catch me anyway?' Her thoughts became more aggressive with each passing moment, 'I was in the forest, spying... and then he was there, right in front of me like a ghost with a haunting smile. Maybe I'm getting sloppy in my old age...'
"So you want to help the BSAA?" The young blonde soldier asked still slumped on the floor, Ada groaned aloud at his statement knowing Albert would not like it, not one bit.
Albert turned his head in disgust at the young man emitting a deep growl through gritted teeth.
"Naive impudent human!" Albert spat, the red from his eyes becoming visible from behind the mirrored glasses as he stomped towards the soldier. "You will be the one helping me!"
"And if we don't?" Jukka asked defiantly.
"I will kill Birkin, her baby and my bastard child, Jake!"
"You're pregnant?" Jill asked Sherry, her eyes wide with astonishment taking only that part of the information in.
"This situation is dire," Wesker started again more calmly. "You either help and they survive, or you decline and they die."
"Not giving us much of a choice are you?" Redfield replied with a disheartened frown looking to the floor as if gazing for the answer he so badly sought would magically appear in the concrete.
"Chris, you can't be considering this!?" Jill announced knowing more than anyone the look on his face, and what it meant.
"I see that you have no care for the welfare of your friends, Jill." Wesker replied with amusement. "You have changed, you once cared for others... After all you and I went through you know I would not hesitate in executing them, their fate is worse than yours was." He gave a dark chuckle that made Ada's hair stand on the back of her neck.
"They are our friends, Jill..." Chris whispered with his head down. "I saved you from this bastards hands once, I made sacrifices and would have given my own life to save yours, and I would do it again. Do not tell me that you would stand by and watch them die because of spite."
'Oh this is much more than I had hoped.' Albert thought to himself with a smile, this was such an amusing speech from saint Chris, Jill didn't want to give in to his threats.
"Spite?!" Jill shouted to her partner, "You think I would let them die because of what he did to me?!"
"It seems that way! What other choice do we have?! We have to do what he says! I will not let them die!" He shouted back yet again his mind flashed back to the faces of friends he'd lost, he would never forgive himself if they were murdered, hell he would never forgive himself for what he was about to do either, but that was a much more preferable self-loathing.
"Chris..." Jill whispered lowering her face, he was right. No she didn't want to see them die, they were good people and good friends but her own desire to defy Wesker's demands would see her to her own death, she shouldn't be putting that fate on the others' heads.
After what he'd done to her in Africa she vowed she would rather die than have that happen to her again, the utter powerless functions of her free-thinking brain, the body she owned being used like a puppet for other uses, the way her body moved as if she hadn't a bone in her body, everything being hijacked by Wesker and Excella... Never again.
"Do we have an accord?" Wesker finally asked after giving a sufficient amount of time for the party to decide.
"Yes." Chris replied with fire, sealing his fate. "I'll help you."
Oh lordy, what have I done? Even writing this I was like... this seriously is not right... In what world would Chris willingly help Wesker?! But as we all know from his mental break down in RE 6, he would do just about anything to stop his friends/comrades from dying.
This is officially the longest chapter I have written in the whole fan fic, being just under 6,500 words xD when I realized I was amazed that I could ramble on for so long! The next one could be even longer!
I hope everyone's still enjoying, and thank you for the continuing Reviews, I love your feedback it makes me so happy!
ALSO! I'm in major process for writing a quite heated R.E erotic story.
All my love,
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A/N: I do not own Land Rover/Nokia/Cap Com, nor have I any shares... I just kinda love em...