Chapter Eleven
This facility was a living nightmare. White washed walls were brighter than any of the dark steel laden buildings of his youth. Pens of Lickers already had been passed, making him cringe the entire way. His fingers twitched for his gun, but restrained by mere fact of he did not know what security cameras were active or not. Redfield craned his neck around the corner, searching for any sign of his rebellious spouse. The supply closet he had visited earlier had been empty, save for one clue of a broken box. A cold fear was beginning to grip at his insides, settling down into his core with a nausea wave. His stomach was feeling like broken butterflies, turning over and fluttering with sickly flops. Where was Jill…
…
A daughter….
The very concept was impossible, yet she could see with every curve of the child's face that her parents were none other than Angelica. Blue eyes had sparkled out from a pale face, long, white blonde hair falling like waves of gold across her shoulder. The reality had come as a shock, one that she could not cope with immediately. None the less, she was never given the opportunity to take vengeance, her body had been attacked when she had drawn near, and Angelica had her imprisoned shortly after. A needle had robbed her of consciousness until now, and her grogginess was just beginning to wear off. How long had it been? An hour? A day?
As if she had known the question, Angelica moved from the shadows. "You've been out for two hours, Jill…How are you feeling?" Valentine looked up, her lip curled upward as she snarled in disgust. Her arms were firmly locked behind her, her body forced upon its knees in captivity. "Like you would even care…what do you want with me." Angelica paced about Jill, her blue eyes flickering. "It is more of what I want with your blood… But surely you cannot blame your situation completely upon me. You were the one who broke into my facility after all… But, I digress. We can help each other, Jill….if you make the right choices." Jill growled underneath her breath, watching with tired eyes as Angelica stepped in front. Burrows could feel the woman's seething hatred radiating off like heat from a flame. "You sound like him you know…" Valentine could see the woman before her flare, but only briefly. A moment of passionate rage flashed across her viral perfected features, but passed like a cloud across the sun.
"I am trying to help you, Jill…If you don't want these options, I can just turn you over to Trent now…"
"No…I'll listen to what you have to say…" A small amount of fear quavered in the trapped woman's voice, her lips parting as her legs began to cramp painfully. Looking up desperately, Jill finally sent the plaintive message across. Angelica leaned forwards as she sat in her seat, a small look thrown over her shoulder. The very fact that Trent was not made aware of her presence meant Angelica had captured her on her own.. And she must still be in the apartment like room she had vaguely seen flash before losing consciousness. ..
"My child's DNA is like her father's, but at an accelerated level. Which means that her cellular structure is breaking down twice as fast…" Stopping Angelica mid sentence, Jill hissed gently. "I thought that yours would make that problem disappear.." Angelica sighed between her teeth, shaking her head. A haunted look came into her eyes, like the memories of sleepless nights and worried days. This problem was true…
"Unfortunately mine is dormant due to the father's genetics being the dominant. I need viral antibodies to stabilize and….eliminate…" Jill snapped a severe look up to Angelica, her lips tersing. "Wait…if the Father's DNA is the dominant..how is…her…Oh…she can't…" Her eyes began to enlarge at each word, the answer coming to her even as she asked the question. The child's father…
Was Albert Wesker…
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"What do you mean they never reported in, Agent Alomar." McNeil's voice sounded strained as Sheva held the satellite phone to her ear. Half a world away and the man still was up looking over reports. The morning was the last straw, and Alomar has immediately contacted their supervisor when Redfield and Valentine had not met her that morning… The snowmobile had been found abandoned, no sign of the owners anywhere. Sheva had taken a small dog sled team around the area, searching for any clues as to where the couple may have gone…
"Yes, sir. I don't know what could have happened…sir, should be bring in the recon team?" As The static whistled gently, the man on the other side grunting angrily at the situation. "No, we must wait another twenty four hours. If they have not contacted us before then, we will send in Delta Team.." Sheva bit her lip, closing her eyes as she resigned herself to the circumstances. She would have never thought that they were going to find it so soon… "Yes, Sir. Alomar out…" Retreating back into the diner behind which she had been speaking with her superior, Sheva slid back through the front door. Breathing in the scent of wood and coffee, she sat heavily in a seat closest the back corner. Despite her best efforts, she was still found out by the last person she had wanted to see when she was in such a distraught mood. Joseph sat down across from her, a large smile across his almost beard hidden lips. "How we doin', Sally? Would you like to share mornin' coffee with me?" Sheva looked up, rubbing her temples. As the man continued to look at her, his smile began to fade. As if sensing her plight, his hand moved forwards to hers. "What's wrong, pretty lady?" Alomar chuckled, batting his hand away. "Nothing, Joe. Just…tired…"
Leon watched from beneath his fake eyebrows, watching Sheva with every movement. The woman was one of the best, and it had been hard concealing himself over the last few months, especially after he had honestly grown to like her.. She was strong, confident, and fearless to have moved half way around the world in order to do her job, and all of those things he could respect… and be attracted to. As Alomar looked up at him with soft brown eyes, he knew immediately what was plaguing her. Looking about the diner, Leon feigned innocence even as he was fearful of the question he was asking. "Where are your friends this mornin'? Too tired to join us?" Sheva looked away, confirming his fear. They indeed hadn't shown up… The woman mustered a slight smile, shaking her head. "Probably…not sure why they haven't. Maybe they went to set traps early this morning.." Leon's jaw flexed, his blue eyes slowly blinking. "Yeah, maybe they had some trap problems. Happens to the best of us, doesn't it, Sheva?" The African female nodded, slowly sinking back into her seat. Suddenly her eyes narrowed, and within a flash he could feel something cold and metal pressing against his kneecap. "What did you call me?"
Joe smiled, as Leon finally emerged. Taking off his hat slowly, his longish hair fell over his eyes. He wouldn't dare take off the rest of his guise, not here. Despite the fact she could blow his kneecap away with the squeeze of a trigger, the agent kept his cool. "Sheva…I called you Sheva. Special Agent Leon Kennedy, Sheva Alomar. It's nice to finally meet you… The President sent me out here shortly before the Intel hit the BSAA. I've been tracking former Umbrella operatives ever since.." Slowly Sheva moved her weapon back, her eyes wide with shock. He had been here the entire time.. "Leon Kennedy? From the Kennedy report? It's an honor to meet you…" Waving his hand, the man smiled appreciatively. "Thank you, but there is no time for formalities. You said they were missing, right? I may know where they are…"
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He…he was outside. Running his fingers through his hair as he walked, Wesker blinked his eyes as the pinking rays of sun edged over the horizon. Today he would be leaving behind this cursed little box, today he would become free of the tangles of this prison. He would return to Raccoon, and he would make his escape… Crystal blue eyes slid to their corners as an unexpected companion moved to his side, the over powering smell of cologne made him immediately aware of who the person was. Trent folded his hands behind his back, gazing at the view of the air plane hangar below. A sleek, black jet gleamed in the dawn's rays, its pointed nose looking like that of a sting ray. Wesker looked forward, smoothing out his black suit cuffs. Trent raised an eyebrow, a soft chuckle escaping his lips. "Do I sense some nervousness, my friend?" Wesker's jaw tensed as he kept his gaze straightforward. "You are mistaking nervousness for apprehension, Trent. I am merely curious about the arrangements." Trent stroked his chin gently, side glancing at the man next to him. "You will be informed of them as soon as we have been secured in Raccoon…Speaking of which, we must get you and Doctor Burrows to the containment area within the hour." Wesker turned readily, his shoulders stiff and spine straight. He had known that Trent was going to imprison him again…but he had not thought that his rival would be within arms reach…
Raising an eyebrow as he looked back over his shoulder at Trent, Wesker's voice dipped low. "Indeed…but I let me clarify one thing for you, Trent…" Trent looked up from the floor, having not expected any further conversation. His eyes turned black as he watched his experiment's eyes flash with an unusual deviousness. "And what would that be…" Wesker's lips moved upwards, a devil's smirk painting its way across his lips.
"Just remember…
I am not your friend…"