Chapter Two

Face To Face

"No," Jean stated boldly. There was no force in heaven or hell to make her do this. She believed that Wesker was out of his mind for having her do his dirty deeds. "There's no way that you can make me do this."

"There's always a way," Wesker said, cupping her chin in his hand, forcing her to look straight into his eyes. It was one of those rare occasions when his sunglasses were absent from his face; they were resting on his desk. Jean tried to escape his gaze, but it was useless. He realized what he was doing, then let go of her chin. He wasn't about to have a repeat of all those nights with her three years ago. In fact, cupping her chin was actually how it all started. He didn't want to relive the love he had for her no matter how right, or good, it may have felt. She could tell by glint in his eyes that he too remembered. Wesker quickly put his sunglasses back on and leaned back in his chair. "Why don't you want to do this anyway?"

"You don't know how fucked up me and Leon's relationship was," She reminisced about what a terrible girlfriend she really was to Leon. Jean was definitely the jealous type, but what didn't make sense was that she was cheating on him with his best friend behind his back. And he trusted me so much... She thought as she put her head down on Wesker's desk. "Ugh," She groaned. "I'm an idiot."

"Why's that?" He asked, intrigued.

"I was morbidly jealous, even though I was the one cheating."

"That is idiotic." Wesker replied.

"Thanks for emotional support." Sarcasm always got the best of her. He grinned, amused.

Fast footsteps echoed into Wesker's office from the corridor, the pace picking up when they got close to his door. In barged Ada Wong. Jean shot her a look of pure disgust and Ada gave the same look back before taking a seat. You're lucky I'm unarmed, or else your brain would be scattered all this floor... Ada thought, then turned to Wesker.

"What's she doing here?" Jean asked, her voice was surprisingly calm, although on the inside she was ready to throw Ada in heavy traffic and tear her limb from limb. The two women were lucky that they both had total self control.

"I need to brief Ada for her mission," Wesker said, seeing the confused faces staring back at him. "Didn't I mention that you two were working together?"

"No!" They both exclaimed in unison.

"Here's what you have to do," Wesker continued, ignoring their comments. "After Jean earns Kennedy's trust, you must infiltrate each of the S.T.A.R.S. member's home's and contaminate them with the newly developed virus. Turning them into things that resemble Crimsons, but much more powerful and intelligent. This will eventually become contagious, which will result in- "

"A repeat of Raccoon City!" Jean interrupted with sarcastic enthusiasm, she concluded that hearing this plan the second time was just painfully boring.

"No!" Wesker pounded his fist on the table. "The whole objective of this mission is to destroy the S.T.A.R.S. once and for all. Not to relive Raccoon City.

"Why does she have to earn Leon's trust?" Ada pondered. "Can't we just go and get it done with?"

"I was just getting to that," Wesker replied. "First, we must gather information. Jean will be wired and I'll be listening in on the conversation between her and Kennedy. This will help us pinpoint the location of all the firearms they own and where each of the remaining members live; Ada, that's where you come in. You'll be expected to go in and steal all their weapons, so they'll be defenseless against you when you inject them."

"So, I just go in, steal stuff, stick a syringe in their neck, then leave?"

Jean rolled her eyes. "She gets the easy job."

"What happens after they become contagious and start ravaging the town?" Ada asked. She was aware that Wesker didn't put too much thought into this.

"You and Jean sterilize them," He answered. "Shoot them in head a couple of times."

"Okay..." Ada was very skeptical of this plot. "If they're contagious, then more people are going to contract it too. What then?"

"Walk down the street and blow their heads off."

"Was this plan made by a two-year-old?" Jean expected much more from Wesker. "You're sure as hell not the evil genius you once were, Wesky. You're losing your touch."

Wesker lowered his gaze. "Just trust me on this."

"I don't believe I can," Jean loved belittling people's ideas. "Many, many, horrible plot-holes. Firstly, I can just get the information we need, then Ada can steal what she has to, come back later, and shoot them, instead of infecting them. Secondly, this virus is going to spread, more and more people will eventually contract it. How are we going to deal with that?"

"Don't worry," Wesker had no remorse for life; he can kill thousands and not lose any sleep over it. "I've got bombs."

"You're an asshole." Jean often had trouble keeping thoughts in her head. But I wouldn't have you any other way... She thought.

"Thank you for informing me."

"Can I go now?" Ada piped up.

"Why?" Jean knew that she would eventually pay the price for saying this, but it was too good to pass up. "Is your pimp waiting for you at Motel 6 for the whore auditions?"

Wesker didn't feel like cleaning up blood on his newly polished floors today. "Ada, leave." She refused to move. "Now!"

She gave a 'hmph!' and stormed out of the door, returning to the corridor.

"What the hell is your problem?" Wesker said coldly, making sure that Ada was out of earshot.

"I've got a lot of 'em," Jean leaned back in her chair and lifted her feet up on his desk. "Where would you like to start?" Wesker violently shoved her feet off. There was an awkward moment where their gazes locked. Emotions surged throughout both of their bodies. Her hand reached up and stroked his cheek, then delicately removed his glasses, revealing his eyes.

"I love you," He wasn't expecting what she said.

"Don't say that,"

"Why not?" She questioned. "It's true."

"Just... don't say that."

"Fine."

Jean never understood him. She knew he had feelings; Wesker couldn't be completely emotionless. She didn't know why he wouldn't just be like a normal person and accept his feelings, but, then again, Wesker wasn't exactly what you'd call normal. Jean's gaze drifted down to the shiny floor and Wesker's sunglasses reclaimed their place on the bridge of his nose. Another awkward pause claimed the moment. Jean spoke up.

"Seriously," She began. "Why can't you just shoot the S.T.A.R.S. members, instead of injecting them?

"This plan is so faulty because of my true motives," He replied. "I want to see this new virus... in action."

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Eh, I'm not too fond of this chapter, but oh well.

Please review and tell me what you think.

Oh, I almost forgot. I'll be gone to the beach for a few days, so I won't get a chance to update for a while.