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Chapter 6

Anna-Margaret Redfield

May 9th, 2005. JFK Airport.

"I'm sorry to leave like this guys but duty calls." Claire said sadly. She was called in for an emergency mission is Europe so her visit was cut short. Was expected since this was her fourth family emergency. She had to help some orphans after a cultural war broke out in Europe. I never realized how much the BSAA and other NGOs (Non-Government Organizations) worked together, who fought to make the world a better place, until now. It was almost like endless chickens without heads wandering around fighting toward the same goal. 'A world without fear,' was what Chris had told me.

"Don't worry, Claire." Chris said, meeting Claire for a hug goodbye. "We understand."

I nodded at her before she practically threw her arms around me. She had to bend down a bit to reach my height. I was so happy and sank into my sister's embrace.

"I love you, Claire." I said.

"Love you too, kiddo." She smiled.

She had to let go or she was going to miss her flight.

"See you next time?"

"Definitely." He said with his hands in his pockets. "Two months?" He winked.

She winked back. "Two months."

I looked at them confused. "What do you mean two months!?"

They both smiled. "Nothing." They said in a pleasing unison.

I listened for their thoughts. They were planning a surprise for me. A.. a party? I shook my head and played along. "Okay. I'm guessing it is your next vacation time."

"Something like that." Claire said and picked up her carry on and turned away from us. She proceeded to walk into the walkway of the plane. Chris and I watched as she gave the flight attendant her air plane ticket, gave on last goodbye and disappear into the walkway, in order to board her plane.

I smiled as she left. I really liked the real Claire, compared to the one in my 'memories'.

Chris and I had decided to make our way back to the car. We decided not to tell Claire that I was going on a mission. Due to the fact that she WOULD flip and never forgive Chris for letting me go on a mission. Unfortunately, Claire may never get to see me use my powers.

"So have they told Piers yet?" Chris asked.

"Depends in what my punishment is. Since Claire jointed us for dinner, you and I are ignoring the elephant in the room. But to a seer your question... They are informing him right now as we speak. I leave around twelve today once I get all my permits and papers together. Then, I'll have authorization to leave. I put a bag of ammo and clothes in the back." I smiled.

Chris' voice entered a serious tone. "I know you're nervous, kiddo. But just so you know the BSAA has you cov-"

"I'm actually not nervous. I think I can really do this. You've seen me fight after all." I said.

Chris looked at me for a second then turned his focus back on the road. I had to be their for re-briefing, training and signing papers.

"What?" I frowned.

"I just don't want you getting cocky and coming back in a body bag." Chris said.

"But-"

"But nothing!" Chris interjected. "You are seventeen years old! The last thing Claire and I need is another grave to look down on." Chris' hands tighten around his hummer's leather wheel. "You are about to witness the most greatest threats on the planet. Don't you understand that? You may come back from this mission and realize you don't want to work for the BSAA you're whole life. Which scares me because it's all you've desired since Jilly and I found you."

"And what do you think you do, Chris? Are you going to just to throw your life away because of Racoon City and the Mansion Incident? To spend your whole life fighting for something that you know won't end until three generations later? Waiting around until someone else takes your place?" I shouted, letting my words hit him with all they could. Chris had braked the car to an alarming halt.

"How-"

"I saw the retirement paper's Chris. Before, Claire had to leave this morning. I thought you loved your job. I thought you would fight for a world without fear. You're suppose to be my older brother. My hero."

There was a long pause.

"All heroes get old, Anni." Chris said.

I frowned deeply. He was right. He is getting old. Even I was too. But, I was not going to let age control my career. Chris had a bad habit of putting himself down when failure occurred. But, he had just brought down the chairman of the FBC. So what if Jessica Sherwat had gotten away? We can always find her. Chris had told me after the Arklay Mansion Incident, he disappeared for a week in the town next door and had drunken himself into a mess. I remember how Chris had said that Jill was the one that found him. Maybe, she could say something to him.

"Just don't give me advice if your the one who isn't going to take it."

Chris had started the car again. Then, drove into the city. I watched outside the window the sun slowly rise up from the ground and as the open space began to decrease into smaller homes. Then smaller homes into apartment buildings. Each one suddenly getting bigger then the next. The sun disappearing behind the buildings making it appear still night time in the city. I enjoyed the beauty of it all.

Chris had reach the BSAA parking lot and parked in his usual spot in the parking garage. I grabbed my bag, opened the door and slammed it. I was trying to gain a little distance between myself and my brother. I will admit, I was ready to knock out his two front teeth for being such a hypocrite. So, as Chris took the elevator up into the building, I took the stairs.

Chris Redfield.

BSAA HQ. Elevator.

I was angry with her. She understood this. But, she was right. I was crazy to even think about retirement. Not when Jill, Parker and I had stopped the FBC's CEO, Morgan Lansdale. But the only flaw in our success, was that Jessica Sherawat had betrayed the BSAA and fled the country. She made America's Most Wanted list but I was not sure if we were ever going to find her. It only made me even more upset because she is still out there somewhere possibly aiding Albert Wesker.

Then, it struck me. We had never background checked her after she had left.

Anna-Margaret Redfield.

BSAA Training Facility. Shooting Range.

"Piers, are you sure you can manage the targeting machine?" I smirked playfully.

Piers smiled and began to turn on the targeting machine. "Sure thing, Captain."

I smiled. We had begun short conversations trying to get to know each other as much as we could before the mission. Bonding. It was good to build trust with your partner. I had also wanted some more practice until it was time to go. I had already signed the release forms and other papers, that allowed me to go on a mission, all with staying clear of Chris. In fact, being suspended from school was like eating a freshly cooked apple pie. Man. I was hungry.

As I fired down the next group of targets with my semi-automatic rifle, I held myself firmly as the gun would jolt back making me feel like I was going to fall back. The kick from the rifle shot pain into my left armpit and left breast. The gun I was using was so large compared to my size. Which made the gun difficult to shoot at a target. Thankfully, I heard Joseph Kendo was in the process of making me my own personal collection of guns due to my small frame and ability to hold the monstrous-like weapon.

A target appeared in the left corner of the shooting range. Without a moment's hesitation, I opened fire taking down the target.

A bell rang and a voice followed by the bell.

"Will Anna-Margaret Redfield and Piers Nivans please report to Mr. Burton's office. Again, will Anna-Margaret Redfield and Piers Nivans please report to Mr. Burton's office."

I frowned. It was almost time to go. No turning back now.

"Well we better get suited up." I said, emptying the gun, flipping on the safety and safely stashed it away in the large closet filed with weapons. Before I could leave the room, Joseph Kendo had stopped by.

"Hey Joseph. What's up?"

"I brought you your guns." He smiled. Joseph, or Joe, had short messy black hair and green eyes. He wore a torn sleeveless shirt to show off his muscles and, some gun powered covered, blue jeans.

He handed me a small bag. I laid the bag out on the table to admire each gun Joe had crafted for me.

I first had pulled out a modified version of my PX4. Joe began to explain that he made it so the handgun was now semi-automatic compared to the single fire I used to have. He also said he changed the gun from having seventeen rounds, the gun now could hold twenty-five. Joe had upgraded the firepower as well. He had changed the gun so that the firepower was more critically damaging.

Then, I pulled out a combat knife much to my dislike, it looked a lot like my brother's favorite gun.

"It was based off of your brother's old knife. I engraved the STARS' logo on one side and the BSAA's logo on the other. I made it viciously sharp for you. I also included some throwing knifes for you too. I hope you like them." Joe explained and held up a small pouch of throwing knifes. "Don't lose them. They are very useful."

I noticed something else in the bag. A large rifle. Piers had curiously come out of the shooting range's small office, and management tool room, to see what all the fuss was about.

"Captain. We need to go." Piers said.

I had lifted the rifle out of the bag. It did not appear that heavy.

"Ah. You found your new rifle. Like it?" Joe smiled.

"It's so... light." It could be an understatement with my strength.

"I call it, Anti-Material Rifle. It's made out of the new metal, same as the PX4's metal. This gun can pierce through all enemies but not walls at long distances. This gun has a thermalscope that makes enemies stand out in tough lighting. I made it only ten in the magazine. Hope you don't mind."

"Can I fire it?" I asked. I could hear Piers' anxiously warning me in his thoughts. Captain, we're gonna be late.

"Sure." Joe said.

"Piers, I know we have to go but can I please..?" I started jumping up and down with the gun. He smiled. "Fire this gun?" I nodded. He turned.

"I'll go start the targets." He said in defeat. "You should come with me Joe. This room kills your ears when shots are fired."

After Piers and Joe entered the other room, I flipped off the safety on the gun and prepared to fire. A pressed the button on my right to let them know I'm ready.

The first target appeared.

I fired.

I found myself holding the gun and staring at the ceiling. Damn rifle's kick hurt my shoulder. I could feel a small bruise forming, turning purple at the thought of pain. I listened as the sirens went off for the target machine, I couldn't stand. Piers and Joe had came into the room to see if I was okay.

Piers helped me up along with Joe. "Are you okay!?" They both asked.

"Okay. I'll admit. That hurt." I whined, touching my left shoulder. "What the heck, Joe? Why did you increase the firepower?" I yelled.

"I thought that's what you wanted." Joe said, frowning.

"No! I asked you to decrease the firepower a little on the rifle." I said, rotating my shoulder waiting for the pain to subside. "Rifles were hurting my shoulders with the kick, that's why I don't use shotguns without the grip. I wasn't prepared for a fall like that."

"I'm sorry. Jeez." Joe said. "I'll fix it then." I could hear his thoughts. That ain't paying me enough for this.

I pulled back for a second as Joe reached for the gun and looked at Piers. "Here Piers, you try firing it." I said, handing him the gun. I then leaned into Joe's body which looked like a laundry bag stuffed with meat. "I think your salary is just fine where it is, Kendo."

Joe followed me into the small room. Piers looked at the gun for a second. Then pressed the button in his right.

I set up the first couple of targets.

Piers fired them down carefully.

The gun went back along with Piers as he had to re-pump the gun so it could shoot the gun once more. With each shot, he took down each and everyone of his targets. Before I knew it, the targets were finished.

"Joe, can Piers keep this weapon?" I asked.

"I don't see why not. He seems to be enjoying it. You guys seem to like my toys."

"You're an artist of weapons, Joe." I laughed. I opened the door that led into the shooting range to meet Piers and tell him the news.

"Like your new gun?" I asked.

Piers stared at me and looked at the gun. "Oh no, no. I can't keep this. It's yours." He said, handing back the gun.

"Keep it. It works for you. I'll just have Kendo make me a sniper rifle with LESS firepower." I jerked my thumb towards him. I felt from behind, Joseph Kendo's face frown.

Piers looked down and up at me. "Uh. Thanks."

"What are partners for?" I smiled brightly.

"Well I'm glad you like your guns." Joe had smiled once more. "Good luck on your mission you too."

"Thank you." Piers and I said.

"Oh crap. We better go." I said looking at the time. "Barry's going to flip!" As I began to arm myself and run out the door.

Chris Redfield.

BSAA HQ. Special Operation Agents Office.

"Chris. Are you sure you want to do this?" Jill asked.

Of course I was sure, Jilly. Don't you trust your partner?

"Yes. I think we owe it to the BSAA to find out where Jessica is. We mostly want to know if she had conspired with Veltro. We can run a background check and find her correct location. Please Jill?"

"But what about Wesker? Aren't we looking for him too?"

I had grind my teeth together and clenched them. "I know. But nothing had come in for him. I'm not saying abandon Wesker's case. I'm saying why not keep ourselves occupied?" I said.

"Chris. I understand you completely. But it's not our call on just chasing down the bad guys. We need authorization. Besides, I think Barry is already checking into that matter." Jill said.

"Both of you are exactly right." Barry said, entering the room and their conversation. "I was planning on having someone go after Miss Sherawat. Since you two are interested you both, Parker and Quint can't have all of the mission."

"What about Keith?" Jill asked.

"Before O'Brian stepped down from his position, he promoted Keith to lead the East African Branch and created the East and West African Branches of the BSAA. We will talk more about this later. I have to find Miss Redfield and Mr. Nivans."

Anna-Margaret Redfield.

BSAA HQ. A hallway.

I sighed as I lead Piers into the Special Operations Agents office. He thanked me for holding open the door for him. We both looked up dumbfounded.

"Hello sir." Piers swallowed nervously.

"Sorry we are late, Joseph Kendo brought me some interesting weapons that I wanted to try out. Piers was helping me." I apologized, mostly so Piers will not be in trouble.

"Attendence and tardiness are most important Ms. Redfield and Mr. Minivans. Come to my office." Barry said.

As we followed him I held my bag and searched for gum. I noticed Chris had taken it out of the fighting earlier. I frowned for not having to notice. We had passed the view of the inner garden. Today it was beginning take care of. From what I could tell by a quick glimpse more plants were being planted and other's were being watered. The wall of plaques on the monument were being cleaned and some were new ones were being added. I shuddered at the sight.

We finally sat down in the chairs in Barry's office. Barry began to re-brief is of our mission.

"We have received reports in the Western Slav Republic a private island controlled by a cult, has been attacking all areas surrounding the island containing adventists. The strange attacks confirm they are BOWs. The religious dispute is none of your concern. Your primary goal is to find the distributor of this virus and put a stop to the use of these BOWs in the religious war." Barry stated.

I feel like Barry had repeated himself. I felt almost annoyed. "As a precaution for you Anni, we decided to send you with someone. We also intended this mission for you Piers, as a way to cure most nervous rookies." Barry smiled.

He shook his head. I smiled.

"Did you all sign your papers?" Barry asked.

"Yes." We both stated.

"Then, you both have authorization." Barry said. "I expect nothing but the best from both of your records."

"Thank you sir, we won't let you down." Piers said, shaking Barry's hand.

"We will see you soon, Barry." I smiled hugging him out of the blue. Piers was shocked at my actions. I stuck my tongue out playfully at him while hugging Barry.

I smiled as I disappeared behind the door leading to Barry's office.

Piers and I silently made our way to the helipad. After giving the pilot the coordinates, we sat in the helicopter across from each other.

The pilot turned from his seat. "I won't be able to take you to the island. But I'll drop you off near a marina so you both can take a boat there."

"That's just fine." Piers said.

I leaned back against the seat and allowed myself to sleep for sometime at the very least. The trip was expected to be quick. But, I highly doubted that, so I finally was rewarded a short time of sleep.

Chris Redfield.

BSAA HQ. Meeting Room.

We all had gathered into the meeting room. Quint was on a screen using an application called, Skype, so that he can be included in the conversation since he was at the BSAA's European Base.

"I know many of you are concerned about Miss Sherawat's disappearance." Barry began. "I had Quint run a background check on her that was more thorough. She is really working for Tricell. Although we have no real evidence that ties her with working with Veltro, we have suspension that she is hiding something from us. After checking the research from the Queen Dido, we found have the case, displayed in Jack Norman's video, of the T-Abyss Virus samples. But surprisingly, the sample case was not found on the Queen Dido. It wash up upon one of the shorelines of the Mediterranean Sea. We had taken into custody the virus. Although the video only shows eight virus containers. We are missing two of these containers. One was lost in the storm, which Jill and Parker found on the beach, the other's location is unknown. If traces of the T-Abyss virus were detected anywhere in the world, the government and the BSAA would be the first ones to know."

Author's Notes: Oh my god! I got you didn't I? You probably thought the mission would happen in this chapter. Just kidding, that's for the next chapter. But what do you think? Piers & Anni are off to the Western Slav Republic! If any of you have seen Resident Evil: Damnation you would see where I got the name from. I hope that is not too clichè. As a fan myself, I kinda like it that way. Haha. What will happen next? More Chris & Anni drama? Will Chris, Jill, Quint and Parker really go after Jessica Sherawat? What about the virus? Where do you think it will turn up? ;) R&R!