Author: I've been busy with my other stories, but needed a break from them so I re-read this one and am going to finish it. Thanks for the past reviews that I never got to respond to, the faves, follows and the reading in general. n_n I've nothing specific in store for this story so if it seems a bit.. lacking with action that's why. It's just mostly drabble. Before I bid you adieu this chapter is Chris', so enjoy!

Disclaimer: Resident Evil isn't mine.

The streets were packed with people walking and running about. We were paused at the mouth of an inner street, engine humming. I had my hand on the shifter, the other gripping the wheel tightly. "There!" Sheva's voice called from beside me, her left hand shooting up to point towards an alley on the side of the road. I shifted the gears, pressing against the gas while turning the wheel sharply. We raced down the alley.

Though less people were in our way it was quite a lot harder to steer and maneuver the jeep still. It didn't take long before I killed the engine in front of a medium sized brown structure that had a total of four floors. I hopped out, Sheva doing the same from the passenger side.

We moved up the steps with me taking the lead, hands resting on a select pistol. We stopped before a busted-in door that had the dark number 13 written on it above the peephole. We drew our weapons and advanced inside, cautious of what we may find.. or who.

I could feel sweat dripping down the back of my neck as we entered the dirty and distraught living room, scanning it. The sun-rays from outside cast the otherwise dark room with enough light to see around as I gave my partner the sign to fan out. I gestured toward the kitchen and whatever rooms were in that direction for Sheva to check while I would take the path ahead that led to the bedroom. We were careful of the broken glass as we separated, guns at the ready.

I stepped around a chair that had been dragged out into the floor and as I entered the bedroom I froze, studying it intensely. Bullets peppered the walls, the room was a total mess and there was spots of blood dotting the floor and smeared on the wall to the left of the open door. I saw bullet casings, crouching to lift one, spinning it between my thumb and pointer fingers. It was cold, but this was definitely a round I needed to examine.

It was a 9×19mm Parabellum round, most likely from either a Glock or a Luger pistol. I set the round back onto the dirty carpet, crouch-walking with my gun held up as I made my way toward what I presumed was the bathroom. I glanced around the corner, checking that it was clear before I stood, looking over this small room. It was oddly cleaner then the rest of the rooms, but as I bent at the knees a dab of red caught my attention. I leaned down, noticing it was drops of blood. Something had happened in here.

"Chris! Come here!" At Sheva's voice I was instantly on my feet, dashing back into the main room to find my partner holding a piece of paper as she stood beside the wall connected to the kitchen area. She met my gaze with a frown, passing the note once I was before her.

"I'm not sure what to make of it." She grumbled, shifting uneasily.

The words written were scrawled and small, printed, bold and easy to read, with a slight curl on certain letters. 'Check. Your Queen is captured. The King's presence is required. Warehouse 7, eastern tip.'

I frowned as well. What the hell did it mean? This wasn't Wesker's handwriting. No, it was too ornate for the otherwise simplistic blonde writer. I leveled my gaze at Sheva, crunching the paper carelessly between my gloved palm.

"Someone has Claire." I holstered my gun.

"Is it this Wesker fellow?" She asked cautiously.

I shook my head. "This isn't how he writes. No, this is someone else, but who.."

"And why." Sheva finished for me, her arms folded.

"Good question. I wish I had the answer."

I rubbed at my temple, sighing. Great. I wanted Claire safe, away from harm and she ends up getting kidnapped while Wesker lurks about. Lovely. For all I know Wesker could be involved with her disappearance and this thought caused anger to burn in my veins

I nodded toward the door, eyes set in a cold stare. "Let's head back. Maybe Kyle can help us decipher this and find my sister."

Sheva patted my back, understanding in her features. "We'll find her Chris."

"I know.. and I'll defeat anything that gets in my way." Determination was in my voice as we strolled out, heading to the jeep to retreat back to base.

Kyle was apparently able to locate the area in the note. There were a string of old warehouses to the east, each containing a number; one through twelve. He gave us directions and we took off to find it and Claire.. but the strangest thing happened.

As we were driving Sheva gasped, her hand flicking up to gesture toward something beyond my vision. "Chris, look!" I slowed and glanced to whatever it was, arching a brow.. and felt my body still, foot releasing the gas as we came to a stop. Running down the street, toward us, was Claire, my baby sister.

She didn't seem to notice us and I shoved my door open, hopping out to wave madly at her. "Claire!" I called, catching her attention. She yelled out my name and rushed over, tackling me. I held her close, not daring to let go. "Where have you been?"

"Chris! Wesker's here!" I nodded to her slowly, petting her hair as I hugged her. "You know? How?"

"Video feed. We found out you were here when a friend pulled up footage.. and we noticed Wesker watching from a window. We got your address and went to find you-" I explained. "-but your house was a wreck." I let her go, passing to her the note, which she read over, her eyes furrowing.

I noticed sadness cross her face. "Chris, the weirdest thing happened to me."

Realization dawned on me. "Claire.. how did you escape?"

"That's the thing. I was tied up in a warehouse, but.. Wesker.. he saved me." She murmured, rubbing at her neck nervously as Sheva joined her, a smile on her face. "I don't understand why, but he told me.." She trailed off, a thoughtful expression on her face.

I held her by her shoulders, staring into her eyes. "What'd he say? Did he do anything to you?"

She shook her head. "He said only he could kill a Redfield, that letting someone else kill me would be unacceptable.. he wants to claim both of our lives, to be the one to kill us." She frowned deeply.

I pressed her against my chest, stroking her hair. "It's alright, Claire. I won't let him."

I felt her move before mumbling. "I don't think even you can stop him Chris."

I shushed her. "I can and I will."

She didn't answer.