Resident Evil: Valentine's Partner (Resident Evil X Male Reader)

Chapter 11: Licking Wounds

October 1, 1998 5:00 PM

We had been flying for a few hours when we reached the base's airspace. I knew we were picked up on their radar the moment we entered their airspace. The mountains surrounding Colorado Springs were clearly visible. We were in the base's airspace but I still couldn't see the actual base. I looked over to my left side to see Jill fast asleep. Considering how exhausted she was from the nightmare of the outbreak, it was no surprise she fell asleep within thirty minutes of our last conversation ending. She had hung up her headset so she could rest without interruption. At that moment, a voice came through my headset.

"Approaching aircraft, identify yourself. Failure to identify will result in being shot down," the air traffic control tower said. At that moment, I realized that there were two fighter jets surrounding the helicopter. There was a jet on our left side and a jet on our right side. They kept pace with us as we flew closer to the base. It looked like the jets were F-22 Raptors. The F-22 was a new fighter jet that had just been adopted by the US Air Force last year. Its intimidating appearance gave off the feel of advanced technology. I pressed the button to respond through the radio built into the chopper. I used the passphrase that my old friend gave me if I needed to get ahold of him. Air Force Major General Steve Jenkins, was an old friend of mine. We were buddies in high school and stayed in touch as we pursued paths in different branches of the military. I also saved his ass a few times in joint operations.

"Air Traffic Control, I need to speak to Major General Jenkins, passphrase Alpha Tango Foxtrot five-three-nine, over," I responded. I was met with silence. Then a familiar voice came over the radio.

"This is Major General Jenkins, what is your business with this Air Force Base?" my old friend asked.

"Come on Steve, is that any way to talk to an old friend?" I asked him. He was silent for a second as he realized who he was talking to.

"Y/N? It's been a while. What can I do for you?"

"I'm here to cash in one of the numerous favors you owe me," I responded. He chuckled at that.

"What do you need from me?"

"Well, landing clearing would be nice. Also, my partner and I could use some patching up."

"Alright, you're clear to land at helipad number five. We'll have a team waiting to escort you to the Medbay.

"Copy that, moving to land at helipad number five. Thanks, Jenkins."

"Don't mention it. I'll see you on the ground." The radio went quiet again. As the airfield came into view, the two fighter jets broke off from the helicopter and flew off in another direction. I saw the helipad that Steve had told me to land at. As the airfield grew larger, I gently shook Jill's shoulder. Her eyes shot open as she awoke. I could see she was startled.

"Hey, sorry. Didn't mean to scare you. I was just letting you know we're landing," I said to her as we began our descent.

"Don't worry about it," She responded as she rubbed her eyes. The helicopter lowered towards the helipad. I could see a small truck of some kind driving towards the helipad. That was likely the team to escort us to the Medbay. The landing skids touched down on the pavement with a soft thud. I flipped the switches to turn off the helicopter's engine. The rotor slowed to a stop as power was cut to the chopper. I opened the door on my right side. I climbed out of my seat with a groan of pain. I held my wounded right shoulder. The first-aid spray had helped stop the pain temporarily and stopped it from getting infected. It was clear the pain had returned in full swing. My shoulder pulsed with pain. I also felt significantly weaker. It felt like my left arm was throbbing as well. I tried to ignore and push through the pain. I hopped down from my seat to the pavement below. Jill had exited out the door on her left side. She exited on the side where the truck was. I walked around the front of the helicopter and towards the truck that had parked next to the helipad. I saw Jenkins get out of the truck. He wore his airforce uniform which was decorated with various medals. His blond hair was cut short. His blue eyes shined with recognition. He had a large scar over his right eye. A wide grin crept across his face as he saw me. A few airmen hopped out of the truck as well. They all started to approach us. They all carried M4 Carbines with red dot sights fixed to them. Their weapons also had foregrips attached to the bottom rail of their rifles. Jenkins had a pistol holstered on his hip. As the group got closer to us, a younger airman noticed the MP5 hanging off my body and the shotgun hanging on Jill's back. He brought his weapon up to his shoulder.