ɪɴᴅᴏᴍɪᴛᴀʙʟᴇ ᴡɪʟʟ.

Awhile, was putting it nicely, the redhead had a hard time remembering the last time he had gone with her. She didn’t know if he visited by himself, but she was never updated if he did.

"I will grab a coat—"

Not even a second glance as she walked from the bike, past her brother to the house. Several steps in she grabbed her biker jacket off the coat rack. Walking over to the coffee table, she snagged her side bag holding all her personal items.

Back out by her brother, she gave a slight nod and smile. “Are we taking my mode of transport, or yours?”

Remembrance: Don't make me say I told you so.

"You should use it more often, Chris. The constant rides without a helmet will get back to you one day, and I really don't want you ending up in a hospital or worse, freaking dead! Got that?" "Jeez, dad. Whatever you say..." The tone of a younger Chris almost sounding in annoyance and yet,  in his own way, catching the meaning behind his father's woes. It wasn't hard to picture it happening, not even for a sort of rebellious young man like Chris was at the time.

"You're the older one, Chris. Set a good example for your sister. She's a Redfield, which means motorcycles will be her thing one day. I can damn guarantee you that." The older man's words compared to his facial complexion didn't add up. There was a grin, a big grin. He was proud that even the younger girl would probably get to share that love that runs in the family for motorcycles. He was certain of it and Chris never told the man otherwise.  

"Put it to good use though, it could very well save your life one day, son..."  End - He'd remember those words still, and when his blue eyes instinctively shifted to where the present call came from, the protectiveness his father once displayed to them both, carried on with him. "Let's go in mine, Claire. Bring your helmet."  And he'd turn around,  sliding that inherited shiny helmet over his face, hiding smiles and sorrows that he wouldn't allow her to see yet. The bike's engine roars to life, and the young ex-pilot, awaits for his sister to visit a place where both barely remembered, when was the last time they've been there together to spend time with them.

                         This was an utterly disgusting sight to see; the woman’s abdominal area was completely ripped opened as though something did burst from her. The puddle of her own blood was dried up, some of the organs that laid around from the deep open wound seemed to have shriveled up, it had aged quickly within those seven hours of the occurrence. Jill was so accustomed to bloody disgusting things, it has not had much of an affect on her since the Mansion Incident. Unfortunately in her case, this was something she’s seen everyday of her life. Miserable to think and see it that way, but it was all true.

"… I’m going to examine this. Just a second," she discloses upon crouching down near the lifeless corpse on one knee. She motions the end of the pistol with the red laser over the gruesome area to examine.

"It’s a definite; she’s been dead for a few hours. I’m going to take one lucky guess and assume whatever ruptured from her abdominal… could still be in this very house. It could be hiding or… maybe not. So watch your back," declares the moment she stood back up on her two feet. 

"It’s been 7 hours since we received our info from Intel, it really sucks that it took us this long to get here. I’m telling you Chris, we may be already too late. I know we have not searched everywhere, but we have to keep going. There’s nothing else we could have done. If we do manage to find survivors, we will call in back-up and have them escort those people out of the vicinity. They will only slow us down. Believe me… I want to save everyone, but… who is  going to protect us?" Her point was made.

As negative as it sounded coming from Valentine, it was  the only way to keep Chris focused on the mission. Orders by Intel and superiors above these two cannot be disobeyed. Jill was disappointed on how things were handled but, what else is there to do?

                                                                        If only things were a lot easier.

"I’m going to check upstairs and see if that thing’s crawling about," the woman suggested as she turned on one foot and advances to Chris’s right whence spotting a flight of wooded stairs.

"… for all we know, that Chimera could have gone through a transition and may have mutated into something fairly large. I doubt they will be as easy as it was back at the Mansion." 

She began to ascend to the second floor of the small estate.

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Eventually...

His partner suggest of investigating the second floor in search for the Chimera. He didn't object, knowing full well of her capabilities. She was the only one he would trust in going on her own. "Alright. I'll check the other rooms in the first floor." His blue eyes were fixated on her as she start moving up to the second floor. "And Jill... be careful." He expressed himself sincerely, always thinking about her well being. It hasn't changed throughout the years. In fact, their bond has grown immensely. So it was natural to see him care about her so much. It was then now that he moved around to the next surroundings with a tight grip on his firearm. His eyes scanned around, and it was a very ominous scenery. Plenty of fallen ceramic plates and broken glasses laying around, with Chris's combat boots crushing the debris that was left of them. How soul crushing to another human being this is...he couldn't help the angry outbursts. This was unforgivable. Sudden movement... 

Chris's ears went into alert and catching the sound of falling pots, Redfield hurried to the next room, gun in hand and with a fearless expression upon his angered complexion. A strong kick almost snapped the door in half, going inside looking for a target that while it might had been the hunter once upon a time, this time around... it's the hunted.

The thing that snapped her from the day dream and study of her brother. Was his questioning tone. “Wha-what?”         She heard him, her mind raced back to his statement. “College life has been rather boring—” A shrug of her shoulders. “I am taking some classes on law, psychology classes— I basically know how the world works now.”

Another shrug of her shoulders, this time with a bit of a humorous smile on her lips. The last statement a joke, she barely still understood how people worked. How someone could do something bad, and expect to be forgiven like it was just taking a cookie from a cookie jar.

It was a lonely place, an old cemetery where their deceased parents rest in peace. 

Chris himself hardly visited it, more so for his busy days in the air force. When he was discharged and he himself turned to the life of a drifter, the chances were even less.  Deep inside, he knew he did wrong, he was ashamed to admit it. But the elder Redfield, as painful it could've been, also always thought that somewhere down the line, his parents would accept his choice of not visiting. They could've wanted him nothing more than to move on and just keep them there, inside the great last memories the man has gotten from them.  Be strong and keep fighting. That was the Redfield mentality.

Chateau Miranda

The air was very still. No wind nor sound could be heard in the distance.

Pointed heels clicked with an audible echo as her lean legs carried her across the empty loft. She could see the outline of the fortress that lay before her in the distance. Standing tall and hidden by the shadows, it was engulfed in darkness, chasing away any who sought entry to it. Her trained eyes picked the outline of the grand structure, the towers that rose at each of its corners, giving it pride and authority.

Ada approached the building with a keen eye on her surroundings; she was not being tailed, she has ensured that. Any curious, prying, personnel were thwarted off long before she set on this road. Yet, it would not be entirely impossible for them to attempt tailing her again. And for that, she was well prepared. The building was shrouded in darkness and mystery. Surely, something formidable lay hidden among these decedent walls. 

"I aught to flip a coin…"

She can gain entry to the building in multiple ways, it was a matter of narrowing it down to one. She can do it the old fashined way, or her way. [ Hm, it would be a good surprise to land on top of one of the towers ] that was more like her  style. With her hookshot ready she aimed it at the top of the eatersn tower.

Taking aim and pulling the trigger, another click and she was on top of the tower withing few short seconds. Locating a small door she approached it, turning the rusty knob carefully with one hand as she readied her beretta with the other.

"Let's see where this leads me to..." 

Carefully he proceeds, his hands taking a tight grasp of the edges, and with ease pulling himself up to the upper half of the stairs.  He moved on, now reaching the first floor. Light was still scarce, and the flashlight he previously found was still of use. The lights in the surroundings flickered back and forth. They'd probably be out any time soon. So he moved about, and he could spot plenty of doors on each side of the hallway. They were just as decent looking in design as the basement, but still of quite plenty of age. What exactly were they hoping to accomplish by leaving him here, inside this "abandoned" chateau? 

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"Chris I am really happy for you." Darting around the bike, interest almost lost. Claire placed both hands on her brother’s shoulders. "I am proud of you."

   It may have not meant much coming from his younger sister. But she still spoke her mind; Chris gave her no reason to keep quiet on such things.

He finish his sentence with a brief laugh. Attempting to try his own imitation of how the good ol' Barry Burton would speak about it. The man was basically the other person that aside from his sister, Redfield wouldn't mind calling family. He's been there for them ever since their days in the air force, and the day Chris failed to make it into the SWAT. Chris always appreciated that. "What about you? What's been going with you and that college life?"

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