The Magnum and The Berretta *Claire/Wesker ficlets*
Title:Begins the Journey
Fandom: Resident Evil (AU so very AU!)
Pairing/Characters: Albert Wesker/Claire Redfield
Artist Notes: This was inspired by knune's series titled Running up that Hill which is a must read for all Claire/Wesker fans! Believe me you won't be disappointed! As such am dedicating this tale to Knune! Thank you so for the inspiration girl! And keep writing!
This tale was written to fit into knune's universe (as she has given me permission) and is an AU alternate ending to her fic See the World Hanging Upside Down.
As such all credit goes to her for letting me play in her playground! ♥
“Where do you want to go?
Silence answered Albert’s question as did the soft thrum of tires rolling against the highway. The hour was late and he was uncertain where they were going, only that it was away from the city.
Bare hands continued to hold the steering wheel, as crimson eyes flickered from the road to his passenger.
“I haven't really thought about it to be honest,” Claire replied as she met his gaze. Though her smile was sincere, the sadness still lingered in her eyes. He could no longer remember a time when they were free of the walls and the weight of the world.
Albert's gaze returned to the road as his thoughts drifted to another time, another place.
...We were going to run away to France...
It had been years since that discussion occurred but the memory was still clear.
“What about France?”
The young woman hummed in reply as she considered it. He had long since stopped caring about destination, with Claire by his side it no longer mattered.
Her fingers, calloused yet warm crossed the slight distance that separated them before settling into his hand.
“Alright. I'm game if you are.” Her voice betrayed nothing; her touch said all that needed to be said.
With a hint of a smile his crimson eyes returned to the road, while pale fingers decorated with a single white gold ring adjusted their grip on the wheel. Outside their windows large flakes of snow floated from the night sky completing the serenity neither imagined they would ever experience.
Title:The Vest
Fandom: Resident Evil (AU so very AU!)
Pairing/Characters: Albert Wesker/Claire Redfield
Artist Notes: This was inspired by knune's series titled Running up that Hill which is a must read for all Claire/Wesker fans! Believe me you won't be disappointed! As such am dedicating this tale to Knune! Thank you so for the inspiration girl! And keep writing!
This tale was written to fit into knune's universe (as she has given me permission). As such all credit goes to her for letting me play in her playground! ♥
Albert knew the moment he saw the jean vest that it was meant for Claire. While she was not a woman of material weakness he knew she would appreciate the gesture. The vest was hardly a fashion statement; it was designed by a local artist, not some famous designer, but there was something in its appearance that could not be ignored.
The vest was a bold shade of crimson, a perfect contrast to the decal of the angelic warrior who stared back at him in defiance; the bomb in her hand a silent warning. A better symbol for his lover he could not have found. It was quintessentially Claire Redfield and Wesker would be damned if he left the shop without it.
It was his first gift to his fiery lover; it would not be his last.
“Open it,” he encouraged with a smile that would have been mistaken for a smirk by anyone else. Claire was more surprised, than uncertain as she carefully opened the box. In silence he watched on feeling both confident and pleased. The wrapping fell to the floor of his living room with a gasp and a grin.
A short time later, the rest of their clothes joined it.
The vest became Claire's trademark; Albert's need to hide his emotions behind lavish gifts became his.
Wesker's betrayal of S.T.A.R.S and his responsibility for the demise of thousands of innocent lives did not keep them apart. Claire continued to wear the old vest religiously, just as Albert continued to scour the world for expensive trinkets worthy of the one who would never wear them.
Everything seemed to hang in the balance and for a time Albert was almost confident that his work would never again interfere with their relationship; that was until Raccoon City.
“Birkin's daughter was last sighted with a young woman; a biker I believe.. I've been tracking them for a while now.”
Ada's report normally would have annoyed him. Wesker had no patience for unexpected complications and inaction. Yet all he felt was a strange sense of emotions he once equated to dread.
Claire had mentioned in passing that she would be returning home for the summer during their last meeting. He could not imagine anyone else surviving the virus's release, certainly not one fitting that description. He would have to choose his words carefully.
“Do you have any visuals?”
“Of course. The tracking device has been activated on the child. The transmission has been downloaded to your channel.”
A moment later the transmission sent was activated revealing what Ada had promised. His mind could barely register what he saw. The visual though barely visible was enough to confirmed his fear. It was not the sight of the child steadily making her way through the Raccoon Police Station that caught his attention; it was the vest that she wore.
Claire had made her return to the hot zone that had once been Raccoon City. Suddenly all of his priorities changed.
“It is of the utmost importance that Birkin's little brat and her keeper are not harmed.”
“I have enough on my plate already, I don't need to be playing babysitter too. Sherry will be fine, there is no need to pursue the matter further for now.”
Albert knew the child was in safe hands but it was the little girl he was concerned about. Sherry, like Ada, were disposable; Claire however was not.
“You have been given a directive Ms. Wong. I would suggest you follow it through.”
“Of course. I will keep you updated,” her sickly sweet voice did little to hide the fire in her eyes.
“As you should.”
The connection was cut off before Ada could have the pleasure of the final word. The grudging respect Wesker had for Ada skills as an infiltrator did not extend in so far as to consider her an ally.
Staring ahead to the snow filled skies of Russia he calculated the amount of time Raccoon city have left before the quarantine process would begin. It would only be a matter of time before the bomb would be dropped; a few hours was not much but he could only hope it would be enough.
Thousands of miles away a young Valkyrie and a scientist's daughter set about their escape unaware that a simple gift had just ensured their lives.
Title:Jealousy
Fandom: Resident Evil (AU so very AU!)
Pairing/Characters: Albert Wesker/Claire Redfield
Artist Notes: This was inspired by knune's series titled Running up that Hill which is necessary read for all Claire/Wesker fans! Believe me you will not be disappointed! As such am dedicating this tale to Knune! Thank you so for the inspiration girl! And keep writing!
This tale was written to fit into knune's universe (as she has given me permission). As such, all credit goes to her for letting me play in her playground! ♥
With a frown on his lips, Wesker stared at the TV monitors in silence. Annoyance intermingled with other forgotten emotions riddled his thoughts as he watched as Claire held a young man who wept nearby the corpse that had once been his father.
In the past, he had always been self-assured and confident about their relationship. There had always been a sense of ease between one that was almost, though not quite, taken for granted. All that remained now was the thin veneer of stoic indifference covering an ever-growing undercurrent of fear. All that mattered to him was unravelling before his eyes and it went by the name-or so the database indicated-of Steve Burnside.
Albert could not hear the conversation exchanged between Claire and Steve; he was uncertain whether to be relieved or annoyed by it. This was just the sort of complication he did not need.
The camaraderie he witnessed between the two was expected. There was little reason for the obnoxious boy to resist her charm. There was even less reason for Claire to resist Steve's obvious adoration. Innocent, young and without the weight of secrets Steve was exactly what Claire needed; everything that Albert was not.
If he killed the boy, Claire would never forgive him. If he spared the teen’s life, she could just as easily walk away. Neither option was acceptable, but there little other choice available.
Unclenching his fists Wesker turned his attentions to another set of monitors. There was another matter at hand; one he could not ignore any longer. Chris Redfield was also looking to close the distance between them. The former soldier wanted Wesker dead at any cost; it was a feeling that was more than reciprocated. The former S.T.A.R.S member was of no real threat to Wesker but his mere presence was a mockery of everything he had worked so hard to achieve.
“Time to play a little game Chris,” he murmured. With a smirk and a few taps of keys, Wesker buried his doubts as he focussed his thoughts on the immediate present. Releasing a few of the many Chimaeras’ kept in holding cells throughout the facility Albert watched on with a grim smirk. The BOW's were not meant to be a real threat; he just needed something to keep Chris busy and to buy himself some time to catch up to the soldier's location.
Swiftly departing from the security room, Albert decided this was just the sort of distraction he needed.
Albert Wesker was many things, he was not jealous.
Title:Two Sides of the Same Coin.
Fandom: Resident Evil (AU so very AU!)
Pairing/Characters: Chris Redfield, Leon Kennedy (Albert Wesker/Claire Redfield mentioned)
Artist Notes: This was inspired by knune's series titled Running up that Hill which is a must read for all Claire/Wesker fans! Believe me you won't be disappointed! As such am dedicating this tale to Knune! Thank you so for the inspiration girl! And keep writing!
This tale was written to fit into knune's universe (as she has given me permission) and takes place just after the events of What you believe in the light.
As such all credit goes to her for letting me play in her playground! ♥
“It’s him isn’t it?”
The question hung in the air, a silent accusation that neither man wanted to claim as their own. Outside of his name and relation to Claire, there was little Leon knew of the muscle bound BSAA agent who now stood before him. Chris knew even less about the Government Agent.
The steely looks exchanged said more than words ever could. There was no need to clarify the identity in question.
“Yes.”
Chris’s calloused hands rested on either side of the exposed jewellery box. They left smudged palm prints in the thick layer of dust that now covered the aged desk. The silence was heavy with the weight of the truth, darkness and the world; it was almost too much. For a moment Chris did not move, his body frozen in position as though he were a living statue.
“How long?”
His question held a thousand meanings, but only one answer sufficed.
“Judging by the amount of jewellery, I’d say for some time,” Leon replied.
The truth could no longer be ignored.
Chris’s eyes suddenly focussed on Leon. If a single look could kill somewhere the infamous Albert Wesker would have dropped dead.
“Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I’ll take care of it from here.”
Leon frowned to Redfield’s calm statement. He had too far and been through too much to simply walk away.
“She may not be family but she was a friend. I think I deserve some answers too.”
Chris hesitated; his eyes remained focussed on Leon as though attempting to uproot dark secrets that he did not carry. The young man reminded Chris of his younger days, when he was still a romantic idealist. Even a blind man could see that Leon carried deep emotions for the woman neither ever really knew.
With a hint of a nod the ex-soldier carefully lifted his hands from the table. Cautiously he made his way to the door that would led back to the living room.
Leon watched Chris’s every action. His movements were slow, controlled and well thought out. Ironic for a man whom Claire often claimed was fiery, hot headed and quick to act. Then again, if Chris did not even know his own sister, who was to say she ever knew him? The former cop soon followed him out, he too had no reason to remain there any longer.
“I’ll be in touch.”
Chris said as they parted ways. It carried its weight in warning and held the promise that would haunt them both in the days to come.
Title:Two Sides of the Same Coin part 2
Fandom: Resident Evil (AU so very AU!)
Pairing/Characters: Chris Redfield, Leon Kennedy (Albert Wesker/Claire Redfield mentioned)
Artist Notes: This was inspired by knune's series titled Running up that Hill which is a must read for all Claire/Wesker fans! Believe me you won't be disappointed! As such am dedicating this tale to Knune! Thank you so for the inspiration girl! And keep writing!
This tale was written to fit into knune's universe (as she has given me permission) and takes place just after the events of
What you believe in the light.
As such all credit goes to her for letting me play in her playground! ♥
“What you are suggesting borders on organized crime--terrorism. No one has the right to take the law into their own hands! It is not our jobs to play judge, jury and executioner!”
Chris stiffened to the accusations. Leave it up to the bureaucrats, who watched on from the comfort of their stuffy offices to tell us what was right or wrong, he bitterly thought.
“Why is it whenever anyone is afraid of bringing about justice they hide behind that term?”
His superior scowled as he folded his arms, his expression hid none of his annoyance.
“You can’t tell me that you’re not tired of watching as the guilty walk, while hundreds of thousands if not more die.
“The law is corrupt and I’ll be damned if innocent lives continue to be thrown away because of red tape.”
Chris forced himself to rein in the blinding rage that threatened to consume him and cleared his thoughts; he would try another approach.
“Think of your own daughters and their children. Do you want your grand children to grow up in a world where their lives are constantly at risk because these mad men run free?”
The commander fell silent for a moment, his dark eyes revealed his thoughts. Chris’s words had met its mark.
“You’ve made your point. But you still need a crew and solid evidence that the criminals you seek are indeed guilty.”
“Understood. I have already collected the names of those I want involved as well as the evidence required. I just need your approval to begin.”
The older commander gave a nod as his eyes studied the former soldier before him. Something had clearly changed within Redfield; he attributed it to Jill’s abduction and rescue. Chris was never known to be this collected or calm.
“If we’re going to do this, I want to know everything that you have planned is that clear?
“I’ll be watching you closely Redfield. You sneeze the wrong way and I promise I will know about it.”
Chris gave a hint of a smirk.
“Understood.”
“Good. We are walking this fine line. Cross it and we’ll be no different from those we want to bring to justice.
“Never forget that.”
The old commander’s words echoed Jill’s own causing Chris’s expression to grow dark.
“We are nothing like them.”
The officer patted Chris’s shoulder, as his troubled expression slightly softened.
“I know, but it is better to be safe than sorry.”
A moment later and it was business once more.
“Alright Redfiend, I will need the names of those assisting you and the details pertaining to your mission on my desk asap. ”
Without another word Chris silently gave the man a manila envelope that he had been carrying.
The old man did not need to ask what it contained. With a simple nod and a word of luck later, the commander was left alone with only the envelope and his thoughts.
Opening it with care, he withdrew it contents before giving a low whistle of surprise followed by a heavy sigh. Staring at a very recent image of the ever-illusive agent known as Albert Wesker the old man shook his head as he softly chuckled.
“You never could settle for second best could you?
“Well, best of luck to you son. You’re going to need it.”
Fandom: Resident Evil (AU so very AU!)
Pairing/Characters: Albert Wesker/Claire Redfield
Artist Notes: This was inspired by knune's series titled Running up that Hill which is a must read for all Claire/Wesker fans! Believe me you won't be disappointed! As such am dedicating this tale to Knune! Thank you so for the inspiration girl! And keep writing!
This tale was written to fit into knune's universe (as she has given me permission) and is an AU alternate ending to her fic See the World Hanging Upside Down.
As such all credit goes to her for letting me play in her playground! ♥
“Where do you want to go?
Silence answered Albert’s question as did the soft thrum of tires rolling against the highway. The hour was late and he was uncertain where they were going, only that it was away from the city.
Bare hands continued to hold the steering wheel, as crimson eyes flickered from the road to his passenger.
“I haven't really thought about it to be honest,” Claire replied as she met his gaze. Though her smile was sincere, the sadness still lingered in her eyes. He could no longer remember a time when they were free of the walls and the weight of the world.
Albert's gaze returned to the road as his thoughts drifted to another time, another place.
...We were going to run away to France...
It had been years since that discussion occurred but the memory was still clear.
“What about France?”
The young woman hummed in reply as she considered it. He had long since stopped caring about destination, with Claire by his side it no longer mattered.
Her fingers, calloused yet warm crossed the slight distance that separated them before settling into his hand.
“Alright. I'm game if you are.” Her voice betrayed nothing; her touch said all that needed to be said.
With a hint of a smile his crimson eyes returned to the road, while pale fingers decorated with a single white gold ring adjusted their grip on the wheel. Outside their windows large flakes of snow floated from the night sky completing the serenity neither imagined they would ever experience.
Title:The Vest
Fandom: Resident Evil (AU so very AU!)
Pairing/Characters: Albert Wesker/Claire Redfield
Artist Notes: This was inspired by knune's series titled Running up that Hill which is a must read for all Claire/Wesker fans! Believe me you won't be disappointed! As such am dedicating this tale to Knune! Thank you so for the inspiration girl! And keep writing!
This tale was written to fit into knune's universe (as she has given me permission). As such all credit goes to her for letting me play in her playground! ♥
Albert knew the moment he saw the jean vest that it was meant for Claire. While she was not a woman of material weakness he knew she would appreciate the gesture. The vest was hardly a fashion statement; it was designed by a local artist, not some famous designer, but there was something in its appearance that could not be ignored.
The vest was a bold shade of crimson, a perfect contrast to the decal of the angelic warrior who stared back at him in defiance; the bomb in her hand a silent warning. A better symbol for his lover he could not have found. It was quintessentially Claire Redfield and Wesker would be damned if he left the shop without it.
It was his first gift to his fiery lover; it would not be his last.
“Open it,” he encouraged with a smile that would have been mistaken for a smirk by anyone else. Claire was more surprised, than uncertain as she carefully opened the box. In silence he watched on feeling both confident and pleased. The wrapping fell to the floor of his living room with a gasp and a grin.
A short time later, the rest of their clothes joined it.
The vest became Claire's trademark; Albert's need to hide his emotions behind lavish gifts became his.
Wesker's betrayal of S.T.A.R.S and his responsibility for the demise of thousands of innocent lives did not keep them apart. Claire continued to wear the old vest religiously, just as Albert continued to scour the world for expensive trinkets worthy of the one who would never wear them.
Everything seemed to hang in the balance and for a time Albert was almost confident that his work would never again interfere with their relationship; that was until Raccoon City.
“Birkin's daughter was last sighted with a young woman; a biker I believe.. I've been tracking them for a while now.”
Ada's report normally would have annoyed him. Wesker had no patience for unexpected complications and inaction. Yet all he felt was a strange sense of emotions he once equated to dread.
Claire had mentioned in passing that she would be returning home for the summer during their last meeting. He could not imagine anyone else surviving the virus's release, certainly not one fitting that description. He would have to choose his words carefully.
“Do you have any visuals?”
“Of course. The tracking device has been activated on the child. The transmission has been downloaded to your channel.”
A moment later the transmission sent was activated revealing what Ada had promised. His mind could barely register what he saw. The visual though barely visible was enough to confirmed his fear. It was not the sight of the child steadily making her way through the Raccoon Police Station that caught his attention; it was the vest that she wore.
Claire had made her return to the hot zone that had once been Raccoon City. Suddenly all of his priorities changed.
“It is of the utmost importance that Birkin's little brat and her keeper are not harmed.”
“I have enough on my plate already, I don't need to be playing babysitter too. Sherry will be fine, there is no need to pursue the matter further for now.”
Albert knew the child was in safe hands but it was the little girl he was concerned about. Sherry, like Ada, were disposable; Claire however was not.
“You have been given a directive Ms. Wong. I would suggest you follow it through.”
“Of course. I will keep you updated,” her sickly sweet voice did little to hide the fire in her eyes.
“As you should.”
The connection was cut off before Ada could have the pleasure of the final word. The grudging respect Wesker had for Ada skills as an infiltrator did not extend in so far as to consider her an ally.
Staring ahead to the snow filled skies of Russia he calculated the amount of time Raccoon city have left before the quarantine process would begin. It would only be a matter of time before the bomb would be dropped; a few hours was not much but he could only hope it would be enough.
Thousands of miles away a young Valkyrie and a scientist's daughter set about their escape unaware that a simple gift had just ensured their lives.
Title:Jealousy
Fandom: Resident Evil (AU so very AU!)
Pairing/Characters: Albert Wesker/Claire Redfield
Artist Notes: This was inspired by knune's series titled Running up that Hill which is necessary read for all Claire/Wesker fans! Believe me you will not be disappointed! As such am dedicating this tale to Knune! Thank you so for the inspiration girl! And keep writing!
This tale was written to fit into knune's universe (as she has given me permission). As such, all credit goes to her for letting me play in her playground! ♥
With a frown on his lips, Wesker stared at the TV monitors in silence. Annoyance intermingled with other forgotten emotions riddled his thoughts as he watched as Claire held a young man who wept nearby the corpse that had once been his father.
In the past, he had always been self-assured and confident about their relationship. There had always been a sense of ease between one that was almost, though not quite, taken for granted. All that remained now was the thin veneer of stoic indifference covering an ever-growing undercurrent of fear. All that mattered to him was unravelling before his eyes and it went by the name-or so the database indicated-of Steve Burnside.
Albert could not hear the conversation exchanged between Claire and Steve; he was uncertain whether to be relieved or annoyed by it. This was just the sort of complication he did not need.
The camaraderie he witnessed between the two was expected. There was little reason for the obnoxious boy to resist her charm. There was even less reason for Claire to resist Steve's obvious adoration. Innocent, young and without the weight of secrets Steve was exactly what Claire needed; everything that Albert was not.
If he killed the boy, Claire would never forgive him. If he spared the teen’s life, she could just as easily walk away. Neither option was acceptable, but there little other choice available.
Unclenching his fists Wesker turned his attentions to another set of monitors. There was another matter at hand; one he could not ignore any longer. Chris Redfield was also looking to close the distance between them. The former soldier wanted Wesker dead at any cost; it was a feeling that was more than reciprocated. The former S.T.A.R.S member was of no real threat to Wesker but his mere presence was a mockery of everything he had worked so hard to achieve.
“Time to play a little game Chris,” he murmured. With a smirk and a few taps of keys, Wesker buried his doubts as he focussed his thoughts on the immediate present. Releasing a few of the many Chimaeras’ kept in holding cells throughout the facility Albert watched on with a grim smirk. The BOW's were not meant to be a real threat; he just needed something to keep Chris busy and to buy himself some time to catch up to the soldier's location.
Swiftly departing from the security room, Albert decided this was just the sort of distraction he needed.
Albert Wesker was many things, he was not jealous.
Title:Two Sides of the Same Coin.
Fandom: Resident Evil (AU so very AU!)
Pairing/Characters: Chris Redfield, Leon Kennedy (Albert Wesker/Claire Redfield mentioned)
Artist Notes: This was inspired by knune's series titled Running up that Hill which is a must read for all Claire/Wesker fans! Believe me you won't be disappointed! As such am dedicating this tale to Knune! Thank you so for the inspiration girl! And keep writing!
This tale was written to fit into knune's universe (as she has given me permission) and takes place just after the events of What you believe in the light.
As such all credit goes to her for letting me play in her playground! ♥
“It’s him isn’t it?”
The question hung in the air, a silent accusation that neither man wanted to claim as their own. Outside of his name and relation to Claire, there was little Leon knew of the muscle bound BSAA agent who now stood before him. Chris knew even less about the Government Agent.
The steely looks exchanged said more than words ever could. There was no need to clarify the identity in question.
“Yes.”
Chris’s calloused hands rested on either side of the exposed jewellery box. They left smudged palm prints in the thick layer of dust that now covered the aged desk. The silence was heavy with the weight of the truth, darkness and the world; it was almost too much. For a moment Chris did not move, his body frozen in position as though he were a living statue.
“How long?”
His question held a thousand meanings, but only one answer sufficed.
“Judging by the amount of jewellery, I’d say for some time,” Leon replied.
The truth could no longer be ignored.
Chris’s eyes suddenly focussed on Leon. If a single look could kill somewhere the infamous Albert Wesker would have dropped dead.
“Thank you for bringing this to my attention. I’ll take care of it from here.”
Leon frowned to Redfield’s calm statement. He had too far and been through too much to simply walk away.
“She may not be family but she was a friend. I think I deserve some answers too.”
Chris hesitated; his eyes remained focussed on Leon as though attempting to uproot dark secrets that he did not carry. The young man reminded Chris of his younger days, when he was still a romantic idealist. Even a blind man could see that Leon carried deep emotions for the woman neither ever really knew.
With a hint of a nod the ex-soldier carefully lifted his hands from the table. Cautiously he made his way to the door that would led back to the living room.
Leon watched Chris’s every action. His movements were slow, controlled and well thought out. Ironic for a man whom Claire often claimed was fiery, hot headed and quick to act. Then again, if Chris did not even know his own sister, who was to say she ever knew him? The former cop soon followed him out, he too had no reason to remain there any longer.
“I’ll be in touch.”
Chris said as they parted ways. It carried its weight in warning and held the promise that would haunt them both in the days to come.
Title:Two Sides of the Same Coin part 2
Fandom: Resident Evil (AU so very AU!)
Pairing/Characters: Chris Redfield, Leon Kennedy (Albert Wesker/Claire Redfield mentioned)
Artist Notes: This was inspired by knune's series titled Running up that Hill which is a must read for all Claire/Wesker fans! Believe me you won't be disappointed! As such am dedicating this tale to Knune! Thank you so for the inspiration girl! And keep writing!
This tale was written to fit into knune's universe (as she has given me permission) and takes place just after the events of
What you believe in the light.
As such all credit goes to her for letting me play in her playground! ♥
“What you are suggesting borders on organized crime--terrorism. No one has the right to take the law into their own hands! It is not our jobs to play judge, jury and executioner!”
Chris stiffened to the accusations. Leave it up to the bureaucrats, who watched on from the comfort of their stuffy offices to tell us what was right or wrong, he bitterly thought.
“Why is it whenever anyone is afraid of bringing about justice they hide behind that term?”
His superior scowled as he folded his arms, his expression hid none of his annoyance.
“You can’t tell me that you’re not tired of watching as the guilty walk, while hundreds of thousands if not more die.
“The law is corrupt and I’ll be damned if innocent lives continue to be thrown away because of red tape.”
Chris forced himself to rein in the blinding rage that threatened to consume him and cleared his thoughts; he would try another approach.
“Think of your own daughters and their children. Do you want your grand children to grow up in a world where their lives are constantly at risk because these mad men run free?”
The commander fell silent for a moment, his dark eyes revealed his thoughts. Chris’s words had met its mark.
“You’ve made your point. But you still need a crew and solid evidence that the criminals you seek are indeed guilty.”
“Understood. I have already collected the names of those I want involved as well as the evidence required. I just need your approval to begin.”
The older commander gave a nod as his eyes studied the former soldier before him. Something had clearly changed within Redfield; he attributed it to Jill’s abduction and rescue. Chris was never known to be this collected or calm.
“If we’re going to do this, I want to know everything that you have planned is that clear?
“I’ll be watching you closely Redfield. You sneeze the wrong way and I promise I will know about it.”
Chris gave a hint of a smirk.
“Understood.”
“Good. We are walking this fine line. Cross it and we’ll be no different from those we want to bring to justice.
“Never forget that.”
The old commander’s words echoed Jill’s own causing Chris’s expression to grow dark.
“We are nothing like them.”
The officer patted Chris’s shoulder, as his troubled expression slightly softened.
“I know, but it is better to be safe than sorry.”
A moment later and it was business once more.
“Alright Redfiend, I will need the names of those assisting you and the details pertaining to your mission on my desk asap. ”
Without another word Chris silently gave the man a manila envelope that he had been carrying.
The old man did not need to ask what it contained. With a simple nod and a word of luck later, the commander was left alone with only the envelope and his thoughts.
Opening it with care, he withdrew it contents before giving a low whistle of surprise followed by a heavy sigh. Staring at a very recent image of the ever-illusive agent known as Albert Wesker the old man shook his head as he softly chuckled.
“You never could settle for second best could you?
“Well, best of luck to you son. You’re going to need it.”