Something Wicked
2
Well if it isn’t Chris Redfield.”
Dear ChristophI>, I>, part of his mind whispered softly. A rather disturbing part that thought in terms of “mine” and “must have.” He pushed those thoughts aside easily. He had gotten plenty of practice at it.
“This is going to be more interesting than I thought.”
He had been in this little shit hole for too long. Doing absolutely nothing because the latest batch of Umbrella creations hadn’t reached the Westbrook facility yet.
>His>His employers would not be impressed if all he had to bring back to them were outdated models. He couldn’t afford another failure like that.
Which meant that he had to deal with Chris, one way or another. The boy scout had the devil’s luck. Wesker couldn’t him him run around freely. It would just come back to bite him on the ass later.
He watched as his former subordinate sat by the Sheriff, trying to look harmless.. Poor Chris was getting questioned by the Sheriff, and it looked like his story wasn’t passing the test. Tragic as that was, Wesker knew it wouldn’t be enough to keep the downdown.
Dumb luck still seems to run in his favor.
“Will that be all?” No “honey” for him. It was probably the sunglasses. It amused him that people reacted so nervously to them. It amused him even more to imagine the reactions they would have if he the them off.
“Yes.” He sat there, eavesdropping on the conversations around him. Most of it was rather boring, just the usually small town gossip. Nothing that he really cared to know, or didn’t already know about.
He had already trekked through the woods, and came across the Cerberus pack. He had killed a few that had been too stupid to realize he was most definitely not something they wanted to mess with.
On purpose, or by accident, hid tid those mutts get free? That’s the question. Umbrella couldn’t afford very many more mistakes. People would start asking inconvenient questions.
“Sheriff!” Well if it wasn’t he token geek deputy. “We just got a report of some kind of dog attack down on Longfellow Rd.”
“Son, I think you should come with me.” Damn. Umbrella’s latest batch of B.O.W.’s were scheduled to arrive in just a few hours. Too close for comfort. He’d have to follow them, make sure they didn’t interfere.
He waited for the waitress to bring him his change before leaving. He knew where the two men where heading. There was no nee sta stay too close. He didn’t want to accidentally let either of them know they were being owedowed.
He stopped outside at a dark blue Ford Taurus. Along with the smell of the automobile he caught the scents of gun powder, grenades, and Chris. What a wonderful combination.
Now isn’t the tto gto get distracted, he told himself firmly. There were things to steal. People to kill.
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Author’s Notes:
The next chapter will be longer.