Author's note: If you don't like my fan fiction, no one said you had to read it. I think Claire and Piers are a good pairing, but that's my opinion. For those of you that don't have anything nice to say, don't say anything at all. For those who do, thank you for your encouragement. :D *Sorry for the rant and for the really, really, really long wait. I got so busy and things sort of took priority.*
"How exactly did we find this out?" The roar of the helicopter drowned out Piers's words. He was sitting right across from Chris, interrogating him about their current mission. All Chris could do was shrug in response.
"I don't know. HQ refuses to give us that information." His voice was muffled as well, causing Piers to miss most of what he was saying. A few rays of sunlight were braking through the darkness, announcing that morning was coming. The light bounced off the metal of the cockpit, shining strange patterns on some of the members of Alpha team, highlighting some their features that were normally hard to see. Piers noticed the bags under Chris's eyes, telling him that the Captain had stayed up late last night looking over the information about their current mission. "How we got it isn't important. We just need to stay focused." He had a distinct sternness in his tone. The day before, HQ had given Chris the testimony of a politician named Hitchmon. The mission was top priority and had to be carried out as soon as possible, even if that meant leaving before the crack of dawn. Now, Alpha team was following orders to take down his main experimental lab.
"Understood, Captain." Piers knew not to over step his boundaries. He could tell that the mission had Chris on edge. The rest of the time, everyone conversed amongst themselves. They all tried to hide their distress, regardless of how obvious it was.
"We're nearing the drop zone." The pilot warned the team to make sure they were prepared. Moments later, the chopper landed. The team filed onto the helipad, on full alert. The last one to get off signaled the 'ok' for the pilot to leave and await further orders. After they checked to make sure the surrounding area was clear, Chris lead them down a flight of stairs, to the first door.
"Everyone, be on guard. We don't know what's in there. Piers, I want you up front with me. You'll be my sniper. Everyone else, you know your position." They nodded in compliance and quickly got into formation, following Chris as he lead them inside.
They entered into a long and dim hallway; the walls were bloody with signs of a struggle. The tension in the air increased noticeably, especially when they came to a split in the direction of the hallway. "Which way, Captain?" Chris looked at his team, coming to only one conclusion.
"Unfortunately, we're going to have to separate into two teams. John, I want you to take half of the men and go right. The rest of us will go left." John looked at Chris, uncertain, but followed his orders. When he gathered his half of the men, Chris put his hand on his shoulder. "Keep them safe. I know they'll be fine with you." His words of encouragement gave John the boost he needed.
"Will do, Captain." He saluted him before heading in the opposite direction. Chris smiled after him, then turned around and lead the rest of his team to the left. They cautiously made their way around corners, checking each and every time to see if the coast was clear.
"It's quiet."
"Yea. To quiet." As if on cue, a loud thud emitted from a room up ahead. Everyone instinctively jumped, raising their guns for protection. Chris put a finger to his lips and signaled for the men to check it out. Slowly and quietly, they all surrounded the door. Chris took point, taking a deep breath, then kicking the door in. The room was pitch black with the exception of the light from a computer screen. Right as Chris took his first step into the room, a shadow passed in front of the light, causing him to freeze where he stood. A growling noise came from the dark abyss, alerting the team to the unknown presence. In a moment of genus, Piers switched to a heat sensing scope, then scanned the room.
"There are five, Captain." Piers whispered to Chris, keeping his eye on the creatures.
"Good work. Now, lets lure them into the hallway and take them out." He whispered back to them. The creatures seemed to catch what they were saying. They lunged at Chris, but were taken down before they had a chance to touch him. Five perfect shots all sounded simultaneously, protecting the Captain from the beasts. Chris flashed them a thumbs up, then proceeded to search for a light switch. The moment the lights came on, a gruesome scene became visible, turning the stomachs of the team members.
"Oh my god." Piers was new to seeing such things. He tried his hardest to let it all soak in, telling himself to toughen up as he nosed around the rest of the room. Mangled bodies, covered in dried up blood, were strewn across the floor, making it difficult for anyone to maneuver around. Piers couldn't get the images of their distorted faces out of his head. Each one was twisted in pain; frozen eternally with such expressions. Even Chris was having a hard time swallowing the fact that they had all met an untimely death. The Captain was more experienced though, putting his feelings aside and continuing on with the mission. He made his way over to the computer, hoping it could provide him with an explication of what had gone on there. His face froze the moment he logged into the home screen. "Captain, what is it?" Piers rushed to his side, shocked to see a document titled 'Redfield background'.
"Why the hell does this guy have a document with my last name on it?" He opened it, surprised to see a picture of his sister staring back at him. As Chris read, Piers did so as well, over his shoulder. The page contained Claire's entire history, starting with the events in Raccoon City. At the bottom of the document was a note warning all employees under Hitchmon's command to keep watch over her.
Claire, what the hell did you do to get on this guy's shit list?