Chapter Sixteen
His mind registered the sounds, but he could do nothing. A flurry of motion passed by Chris as the guards ran to a main focus point of the noise… That noise…is was …gunfire. Green eyes looked up, filled with emptiness and sedatives. The contraption on his sternum was pumping vile concoctions within his veins, causing everything to feel clouded and delayed… There was someone in front of him… Something was hurting him…
Sheva felt like screaming as she undid the shackles. Well, undid as best she could with a bullet. But even as she freed her old partner, the half unclothed man just stood there as if he was in a trance.. His blank eyes could not even recognize that it was her… Placing her hands next to his face, she looked into Redfield's eyes, whispering desperately. "Chris, we have to get you out of here…please..snap out of it..Chris!" The man looked up slowly, but could not formulate his own thought. It struck her as a puppy…who was lost and scared, but could not convey his intelligence due to a boundary.. Her almond eyes narrowed into thin slits as she looked at the wide encasement that was attached to his chest… Could she….
Rearing back her handgun, she aimed the butt of the weapon to slam roughly against the crystal shell. "I'm sorry…" Slamming with all her force, she reared back once more. The case was cracking, if she could break the tank…perhaps she could get the medicine out of his system… Swinging back with desperation, his body was knocked from its feet, Redfield's body slamming backwards onto the steel grated floor. Oddly enough, it was next to the body of the guard she had been forced to kill… Before the man could regain his feet, Sheva loomed above him, raising her steel booted foot. Wincing herself as she brought it down upon his chest, Alomar felt tears stain her cheeks. "I'm so…so sorry…" The final blow caused the scarab to shatter, the liquid contents spraying amongst the shards of the case. Chris' breath seemed to be ripped from him as he gasped upon the floor, the constant flow of the sedative now being pushed from his system at a rapid rate… Crawling forwards, he looked up at Alomar, reaching a hand upwards. Sheva raised her handgun, backing up. What was he doing…
Coughing lightly, Chris Redfield groaned. "Jesus…I think yo…you cracked…my ribs…ahh God…Where..where is Jill?" Sheva leaned down, her hand clasping at her former partner's, heaving his dead weight body up from the floor. Chris coughed, and then moaned from the pain it caused him. Mentally, he reminded himself to never piss off Sheva when wearing her combat boots….."She is on the other side of the complex. Leon is securing her…I..believe…" Emerald orbs flashed as the shock spread across his face, Redfield's reaction possibly would have been more violent had he not just been stomped….
"Leon? What the hell does Leon have to…how did he…" Waving her hand as she un-holstered her secondary handgun, handing it over to the unarmed Chris, Sheva crouched low. "Long story, but we need to save your wife…. How the hell did you both get captured…?" Chris' jaw tightened as he clicked back the hammer of his weapon. A fire flared in his dark eyes, making Sheva swallow hard. "We have a bigger problem than we thought before…
Someone we thought died back in Africa….
Didn't…"
…
Good god these men were persistent. Leon checked his weapon as he crouched behind a storage bin, sweat beading at his brow. His breathing was heavy, chest heaving as he could hear the foot falls of the guards draw closer. Whispering to himself, the man slowly closed his blue eyes. "Three on the left, two coming in from the top side, one trying to flank in on the back…. I have ten shots left…twenty paces to the vehicle…bullet proof…vehicle…Fifteen if I go double…annnnnndd…now…" Rolling outwards, Leon crouched low. The three on the left were taken by surprise, the weighted body armor getting in the way of snap shots. Leon sent a shot through each skull, sending blood smatter to the white polished flooring. Quickly aiming upwards as the two patrolling the top of the opposite bins, one sunk into the man's ankle, sending him sprawling down twenty feet to the floor, snapping his neck. The next shot shattered the helmet the partner was wearing, a scream the only thing left as the man disappeared behind the opposite side…
Pushing himself up into a sprint, Leon could almost feel the last man stalking him from the back. Sure enough, shots rang out, barely missing him as they whizzed past, pinging into the other cars. Rolling desperately to the side of the caravan, the bullets sank directly where he had just leaped from. Leon slowly pressed down the side of the armored truck, holding his weapon high near his shoulder. If he wasn't careful, he would end up being sandwiched between the driver and the guard that was still tailing him. Moving to the lip of his cover, Kennedy sidled a look to ascertain where his next opponent would come from. It came a moment too soon. A stiff backhand came from his intended direction, sending Leon's gun skidding away from him. As the dumbstruck man lifted his hand to wipe away the blood that now came from his split lip, Kennedy felt all of his arrogance fade.
Before him stood a hulking mass of a man, no weapon drawn. It hung languidly at his side; the only weapons being shown were the man's balled up fists. His muscles looked barely contained by his shirt, the black cotton straining to cover their charge. The nameless soldier looked to be Russian of sorts, the thick mustache that was impeccably groomed was flecked with graying hairs. Despite this, the man looked as if he was in prime, and ready for some hand to hand combat. Leon splayed his hands as he went to stand, feigning innocence of a proper fight. The man chuckled deeply as he moved back to give Leon enough room to heave himself up. As he did so, Leon came up with a stiff punch that sank itself directly into the man's core. Groaning as he did so, Kennedy knew that it was a grave mistake… It felt like he was punching concrete…
Shattered glass followed by Leon bursting through it was what he felt next as his body was thrown through a windshield. Moaning as the man came at it for more, Leon felt his body being lifted from one of the nearby caravan hoods. Twisting himself in the man's grasp, Kennedy sunk a blinding kick into his attacker's forehead. It sent the man back, forcing him to drop his prey. Crawling towards his gun, Leon whirled onto his back as the bison like man came rushing for him. As the weapon came into view for the Umbrella heavy weight, his face contorted into anger. "No fair.." Leon grinned as he pulled the trigger. As the body fell, he stood up as quickly as his battered body would allow… "Yeah, well not many things are…"
The sound of a rumbling engine caused Leon's attention to snap up. The vehicle that was carrying Jill was now purring to life the back of the truck shaking because of the back door not being secured. Bounding across the hanger bay and closing the distance between the truck and himself, Leon desperately prayed inside that he would make it…in time…
But he was seconds too late….
His hands closed on nothing as he went to leap to the ledge of the speeding caravan, and his sides hurt from the impact that the floor gave. As he rolled over, Sheva's form came into view, her shoulders bearing Chris halfway upon them. Her face was contorted in fear as he shook his head, his own despair leaking into his voice. "I'm sorry…they took her. Chris, do you have any idea where they might be taking her?" Chris' eyes looked half dead as the realization that his wife was gone began to set in. His jaw clenched as his voice became again to stony gravel. "I know exactly where they were taking her, Kennedy…" Sheva's heart rose at the information, her voice betraying her hope. "Where, Chris…" Redfield's eyes robbed her of any hope she had felt however with one look, her core now feeling hallow and cold. His voice sounded cadaverous, echoing within the empty loading bay.
"They are taking her back to Raccoon…"
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"Are you positive she is sedated? Both her and Angelica?" Trent growled under his breath, his eyes still bleary from the fact that he had been awakened. The plane trip was not even three hours into its destination and there had already been complications. Looking over the unconscious form of Angelica, he adjusted his glasses to watch her intently. Larson hung back, fiddling with a chart. The plane was enormous, and luckily he had insisted on it being such…he was not about to have his prized possession not have any medical observation. He had contemplated a ship of sorts, but after hearing what Excella Gionne had gone through on her vessel when the Uroborus strain had infected her, he had changed his mind…
"Yes, Sir. And I have collected more DNA samples to refine the serum properly this time. Her genome is not wanting to bond readily with her mother's strain. The father's is bonding quite well, possibly due to the different DNA sequences… Where as the mother's is becoming dormant… We have to find a way to stabilize the child before we do any more tests…" Trent looked over his shoulder at his employee, a dark look crossing his features. "I decide when and when not to do anymore tests, is that clear? If we stabilize the child, it loses its ability to be useful to us al together.." Larson's eyebrow rose, his dark eyes narrowing at Trent. The man had become more and more demanding over the last few months…almost obsessive over Angelica's daughter… "I am aware of that, Sir. But, Sir, if we do not find some means of stopping the cellular degeneration, her DNA will break down completely and she will become useless to us anyway…" Trent waved his hand back, stiffening as he turned to move from the cabin. Brushing the sleeves of his jacket, the CEO gave his employee a sidelong glance. Pure sadism seemed to glow from his eyes…"And that is why I keep you around, Frederick…
To solve all these little….
Problems… If we have one larger than we can deal with, then we just…stop the problem…
Understand?"