*This chapter is a little shorter this time and so will the next one I'm sorry its just that I had a busy week with regatta and other things going on so, I'm sorry neither the less I hope you enjoy.

-mrssherrymuller*

Chapter 7

The soldier that saved the world

Eastern Europe, 2006

Drake walked quickly through the dusty market place. It was filled with people and he had to struggle to get through the crowd. Drake looked around the marketplace trying to pinpoint the meeting location. He turned into a small bazaar with few people walking around but, they soon vacated once a man entered.

He was tall and muscular and his features were rough and mean looking. Drake recognized the man and Sergei Justir. The leader of the Poisoned Claws mercenary group. Sergei's long brown hair was tied neatly into a ponytail and he wore a expensive suit.

Drake had planned this meeting through an associate. Sergei believed this was a recruitment for the Poisoned Claws but, he had been tricked. Drake wasn't a mercenary no, the opposite actually. He was a cop. And this was a operation lead by the U.S government to take the Poisoned Claws down. Drake was here to arrest Sergei. But, Drake had a bad feeling in his stomach as Sergei smiled wickedly at him.

"What are we just going to stand here staring or are we going to talk business." Sergei said with a thick Russian accent forcing Drake to push his uneasiness.

"Are they're any other people beside you here?" Drake asked. Sergei gaze fell to a table by a diner, he walked to it and sat down. He nodded to Drake to indicate to follow him. Drake did so and sat across the man who crossed his legs and leaned back against his chair.

"My men are everywhere, Mr. Gillette." Drake crossed his arms exposing his large muscles. Sergei leaned forward and spoke clearly to Drake. "You need to prove that you'll do any thing to get into this group."

"What do you need me to do?" Drake asked. Sergei turned his head around and whistles loudly. Cueing two overly muscular men dragging a 14 year old boy in the empty bazaar. The young boy was nearly bald only a thin layer of tiny red hairs lied up top his head. He looked mean but, then again in this godforsaken village every one looked that way.

"Fight and kill him." Sergei stood a pointed at the men pushed the boy onto the floor. He stood quickly and brushed himself off. Drake stood and looked at Sergei in confusion.

"He is apart of our rival group, they recruit them young." Drake scoffed thinking,' they sure do'. "So, prove you can take orders, Mr. Gillette." The boy looked up at Drake and spoke with bitter resentment.

"I'll take you all to hell with me, you Claw bastards." Sergei peered down at the boy, towering over him.

"Those are grown-up words, what would you're mother say." Sergei sneered at the boy. The boy did something unexpected and brought his knee to Sergei's groan, spat at him and tried to run out of the bazaar. Unlucky for him through because the men took him by the arms and held him still. Sergei looked to Drake and said. "What are you waiting for kill the little shit."

Drake slowly approached the young boy as the boy looked up at him with disdain.

But, suddenly the ground shook underneath them knocking both Drake and the boy onto the warm concrete. Disoriented Drake sees a creature rush to the trio of mercenaries standing in front of him. Its head had collapsed into some sort of fleshy mass with one long tail whipping around from it head. The tail whipped and pierced Sergei chest, straight through his heart. And it pulled out and killed the other 2 men quickly. Sergei fell to his knees and took his last breath clenching his blood sunken shirt.

Drake pulled himself off the ground. The boy pushed off the ground and pulled a gun out of his coat pocket and killed the creature, before throwing a hook at Drake but, Drake skillfully dodged and spoke to agitated boy as he held his gun to Drake.

"Calm down, I'm not going to hurt you."

"Why not, Claw."

"I'm not a member of the claws."

"Then, who are you?" The boy said with his voice sounding angry.

"My name is Drake Gillette, please lower your gun." The gun didn't leave, it stayed aimed for Drake's forehead.

"Is that supposed to mean something to me." The boy asked. Drake shook his head no.

"No, I suppose not but, it means something to the government and they'll get us out of here."

"What makes you think I need help out of here."

"The claws are the only mercenary group active here so, that means yours has already left the city. Your probably from out of town and I'll get you out of here."

"Prove it." Drake pulls a badge out of his pocket and throws it to the boy.

"Alright, you promise you'll get me out." The boy said after looking at the badge closely and throwing it back, Drake nodded yes. "Then, my name is Jake." He said as he lowered his gun. "Now, let's kick some ass." He smirked loading his gun..

The Museum Entrance

Chris thought his entire body shake as he sat on the cold concrete. He didn't want to admit it but, his injury was quite painful. His entire side felt like it was on fire. It had been too long since Sheva had been here. He was worried, she had left a half hour ago and she said that she'd be quick. She looked at the two people standing with him in this giant hall. There was Naomi, she paced through the halls with her gun in hand. She seemed to be even more on edge than Chris. Then there was kid, he sat beside Chris and stared at the monster slumped on the floor on the other side of the room. He looked... sad. The boy looked at Chris before speaking. "I knew him."

"What?"

"His name was Oumar, he worked in the museum." He sighed.

"How well did you know him?" Chris asked. The boy looked down and spoke again his voice holding great sorrow.

"He was like a brother to me." Chris held his arm out for a handshake, and the boy shook it.

"I'm Chris."

"Modibo." The boy smiles and Naomi turned and spoke to them.

"Why is she taking so long?" Naomi asked crossing his arms. "I think I should go look for her."

"But, Miss Naomi, Sheva said to stay here until she gets back." Naomi looks down then sits next Chris and sighed heavily. She pushes her purple sidebang out of her eyes and sighs

"I know but, what if she needs help?"

"She can handle it, I know her shes very capable all by herself." Naomi smiled and asked Chris a question that she wondered ever since she met Sheva.

"Yeah, about that... how do you two know each other?" Chris looked to Naomi and answered.

"Did you hear about the Kijuju incident?" Chris asked.

"Yes of course, everyone knows that Tricell released the plaga virus in Kijuju and it was the first occurrence of Uroborus."

"Yeah, me and Sheva had a mission in Kijuju, it was our first mission together so we had just met and we ended up taking down Wesker." Naomi's jaw dropped.

"You are the one who took down Wesker." Naomi gasped as he nodded his head. "Dude, you're like the holy grail of B.S.A.A agents. My entire department have been talking about that total bad ass of a dude who took down Wesker."

"I'm just a soldier."

"One that saved the world." Naomi said matter-of-factly.

"I helped save the world."

"With Sheva."

"Yes, with Sheva." She grinned widely making Chris confused. "What?"

"Um, its nothing its just that I'm routing for her." Chris furrowed his eyebrows, now totally confused.

"What does that mean."

"I think you two are cute." Chris then understood what she was implying.

"We are just friends, Naomi. Nothing else." Naomi stood and smiled down at him.

"I know that's what you are but, I've seen you looking at her." Chris looks down. "And I know she feels the same way. I'm sorry if that out of line but..." Naomi was cut off as she noticed Modibo standing and staring a her with a dead look in his eyes. "Modibo are you okay?"

Modibo head twitched as he turned and slowly walked towards the corpse of the dead B.O.W. He began chanting words just as the B.O.W had.

"The wax was melted, the wick burned out. They were told that it wouldn't catch fire, but they tried anyway." His voice was normal but, monotone.

"Hey, what's wrong with him." Chris questioned Naomi as she stared at the boy as he turned around and looked straight at Chris, then he pulled his magnum gun and aim for Chris. Naomi screamed as cocked it and lightly pressed on the trigger. But, nothing came. It clicked over and over as Modibo face grew confused and agitated. He gritted his teeth and threw the gun down on the floor then rushed to Chris and fastened his hands around Chris's neck. Naomi raised her gun aimed at Modibo as he choked Chris.

"Oh my god, stop it Modibo." She yelled as Chris tried to push Modibo off of him but, failing. Modibo was very strong apparently. "Stop it, I'll, I'll..." Naomi was terrified. Chris choked a bit and she couldn't let him die so she aimed her gun at the boys back and fired. Three bullets of her SMG got him to direct his attention towards her. He looked at her and then spoke.

"I only heard them trying never seeing it but, I knew that the spark wouldn't ignite again but, they believed the spark still had a chance". He rushed at her and knocked her down onto the ground then kneels down beside her. He then chokes her.

Once he recovered from the attack Chris looked to see Naomi lying on the floor being choked. He looks around feeling useless so, he weakly pushes himself up and pulls his gun out and slowly walks towards Naomi and Modibo. He aims the gun at Modibo's head and fires. The bullet blasts through his head and into the floor. Modibo collapse and Naomi quickly throws his body off of her and kneels next to him.

"Oh my god." Naomi closes her eyes and a tear runs down her face. "No, not again." She sobs then looks up at Chris and wipes the tear off her face. She sighs then stands and speaks emotionless " We need to find Sheva now, we can't just sit here any longer waiting for problems." She looks at the corpse and notices a metallic object on his chest. She squats down and moves his shirt to reveal a giant blue beetle attached to his chest. "Huh, that's weird."

Chris looks down at the corpse and thinks 'that looks just like Jill's hypnosis device'. "Yeah it is." Chris studies the body and notices that in his jackets pocket is a rectangle like object. "What's that, Naomi." He says pointing towards to the object. Naomi picks it out of the pocket and stands, giving it to Chris. It is a VHS tape. "Who still uses a VHS."

"I'm sure we'll run into one eventually." Chris passes to Naomi, who puts it into her ammo bag. "Do you need help getting to Sheva."

"No, I think I'll be fine." Naomi turns and walks towards the staircase with Chris weakly following behind.