Author's note: Happy New Year! My new years resolution? To make more fan fiction! :3
Claire jolted awake in her bed. Her face was plastered in cold sweat as she looked around her dark room, frightened. She calmed down when she noticed her familiar surroundings. Clutching her pillow, she tried to close her eyes and return to her dreams, but was unsuccessful. She watched her clock as it changed from three fifty-nine, to four. Mornings didn't usually start for her until eight. During her groggy stage, she continued to toss and turn. Every time she shut her eyes, her nightmares kept creeping back. In the end, after twenty minutes of frustration, she stretched and pulled herself out of bed. She turned on her TV as she headed toward the fridge to cook up some breakfast. As she pulled out some eggs and milk, something caught her attention. A commercial for a movie called 'Shaun of the Dead' played on the TV. A movie about how people would react to the undead taking over? Not only that, but it was now in HD. Apparently people thought the idea of a zombie apocalypse was humorous.
"You have got to be kidding me. What? Are the undead just a joke now?" She felt stupid complaining to herself. It's not like the rest of the world knew the real danger of zombies. They couldn't help their ignorance.
After enjoying a very early morning breakfast while watching the news, she went straight to work on her computer. Procrastination lead her to fall behind on her work, so she took her new found time to catch up. Completing page after page, she finally finished her report on the New York mission. Since the information was passed from Terra Save to the B.S.A.A, a document had to be written and filed, detailing the exact events. Chris had so kindly told her everything while she was by Piers's side in the hospital. All she had to do was type it up.
Feeling the sense of accomplishment, she opened her email. One unread message sat in her inbox. Her informant, Brokenbutterfly19, had sent her some very interesting information. A politician, by the name of Roger Hichmon, was somehow connected to the incident in New York. He was apperently working with the T-virus, preforming gruesome experiments on children. His goal: that was her job to figure it out. Pssh. Typical. Claire finished reading, copying and sending the data to Terra Save's main headquarters. Within a matter of minutes, they replied back to her. Much to her surprise, they sent her an invitation. It was for a formal gathering for some extremely important guests. The list of people invited ranged from celebrities to the president himself. Hichmon was among them.
The directions were simple: go to the party and get Hichmon to spill his guts. Easier said than done. Most politicians were crocked, regardless. The one's that had some serious dirt to hide, they normally took their secrets to their graves. Claire sat there and thought through the many different approaches she could take to make him squeal. She decided on the seductive one. She made a check list in her head, making sure to think of every single detail. Her main concern; an appropriate outfit. She made a beeline for her room, throwing open her dresser drawers.
"Hmm. Now, what should I ware?" Her indecisiveness lasted all of two seconds when she spotted a very sexy and short emerald green cocktail dress hanging nice and pretty in the back of her closet. It had a look of sophistication and sex appeal all wrapped up in one. It was the perfect tool for the job.
Your name has been added to the list of high class people they are allowing into the party. You'll be representing the best of Terra Save. Your mission is to go in, record all the information Hichmon has to offer, and get out. Try not to draw attention to yourself. Even if he is a suspect, he still has influence among some of the guest. Try to settle things in a non-violent way. HQ out.
Well, at least her orders were straight forward. They had a way of being vague when giving orders. That had lead Claire into some very.. interesting situations.
"Name please, Miss?" A man was standing in front of the building, holding a fancy clipboard with every guest's name on it. The man seemed very distracted by Claire, which told her she was off to a good start.
"Redfield." She answered in a seductive tone. The man seemed to shiver slightly as he looked down the list.
"Aah. Their you are Miss Redfield. Please, go on ahead and enjoy." He eagerly opened the door for her. As she made her way inside, she was immediately flagged down. A tall man with slicked back brown hair shook her hand. Claire was taken aback by the abrupt greeting. The man chose to clarify the situation.
"I'm sorry to call you out. I'm the Chief of Security, Derek Simmons. I was wondering if you could lend me a hand. It's something that requires a woman's touch." Claire gave him a questioning look. Derek smiled at her, pulling something out of his pocket. "It's for a companion of mine. She's very special so I wanted to get her something just as special." He showed her a makeup compact with a tiny butterfly and the initials AW printed on it. To Claire, it was extravagance in itself.
"I think it's beautiful. I'm sure she'll love it." His face lit up at her response. He nodded to her, grateful for her help, as he walked away to join his colleges. Claire went off in the opposite direction, scanning the crowds of people for her target. It was in vain, because he was the one that found her.
"Excuse me." He approached her. Show time. "I was wondering if you came alone looking like that." She pretended to be interested, swallowing down her disgust. "Would you care to go somewhere more private?" She widened her eyes and bit her lip playfully. He took that as a yes, leading her to an unoccupied room. She immediately went to work, teasing him. After their cat and mouse play, Claire initiated her objective.
"So, are you a bad boy?" She tried to be as sexy as possible, but it was hard for her when she had to choke out her words. "Word on the street is, your building some sort of army." He stopped what he was doing, accusing her with his eyes.
"Who do you work for?" He was getting ready to attack her, if necessary.
"No one. I'm just all about information you see. I'm the type that wants to watch this world burn, kinda like you. See? We have something in common." She took that moment to press record on her phone, waiting to get his confession.
"So, your interested in helping me, huh? Very well. I'll fill you in on my master plan. I'm going to build my army of mindless creatures who serve my every whim, over throw the government, and sit on a throne made for a king all while the rest of the world burns around me. Power my dear. Power is what I seek. Many men have tried to attain such power, but they have failed. I will be different from them. I will achieve my ultimate goal! I will be the new ruler of the world!" By that point, Claire had heard enough. She quickly stabbed him in the neck with a tranquilizer, watching him fall to the floor.
"Thanks for your cooperation. My work here is done." She pressed the stop button on her phone, playing back the recording. Wow. What an idiot. She really couldn't believe he trusted her so easily. If anything, she thought she would have had to fight the information out of him. I would have loved to beat the crap out of that creep. She made her way out of the room, jamming the door closed behind her. Before she had the chance to reach her exit, someone caught her attention. A man with dirty blond hair was standing over by the president, obviously there to protect him. "Leon?" She stood there staring at him, unable to think of anything else to do at the time. It had been a while since the last time she had laid eyes on him. The last time she had seen him was at Harvardville, and their goodbye had not been the one she had wanted. While she was muttering over her memories, he had taken notice of her. Their eyes met, giving Claire an adrenaline rush. She managed to think through her escape, leaving him behind to push through the crowd in pursuit. She made it to her car, leaving the evening events behind as she drove away.