The Resident Eviloves : Connections (Lady Dimitrescu - Resident Evil)

Chapter 17 - Four Heroes

After reuniting with his longtime partner and friend Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield and her had done their own research, not relying on BSAA help who strangely weren't doing what they should against the doings of the Connections across the world. The two former members of STARS, after a thorough investigation, had managed to discover multiple criminal groups scattered across the globe and who were secretly working with the Connections, illegally supplying them with equipment and weapons in order to make enormous profits through of the black market which unfortunately had never been so flourishing. In this environment, human value did not exist, the only power that existed was that of money.

It was in the city of Los Angeles, California, that Jill and Chris had been able to find the trace of one of these Connections associates. Night had fallen for several hours on the city of angels, an almost full moon illuminating the darkness while a heavy rain was falling, bringing a little freshness with these days of intense heat. Sitting together in a rented car to go unnoticed, Chris and Jill were dressed as civilians, but their weapons were hidden under their jackets. Their vehicle was parked in a disreputable neighborhood, in a poorly lit and deserted street, not far from a disreputable nightclub whose main entrance was watched by two burly men with sinister airs.

As Chris smoked a cigarette while watching the nightclub intently, Jill, seated in the passenger seat, holding a tablet and continued to review the BSAA files hacked by Chris and his team, until finally finding their target's file. An elderly man in his thirties, white skin, brown eyes, short black hair and a small trimmed mustache.

_"So it's him..." Jill said.

_"Yeah..." Chris replied looking at the photo. "Xander Adams. The only son of a wealthy family, he chose to turn to crime and at only 20 years old he became a notorious arms trafficker. According to our sources, for some time, Xander has been receiving sums money from the Connections to supply them with military equipment on the black market. He is one of their closest allies. If anyone knows anything, it's him."

_"And how do you know he's in this club?" Jill asked.

_"He goes there almost every month, to have a good time." Chris explained. "Xander does not take himself for shit. He is arrogant, extremely wealthy and believes that no woman can resist him.

_"I hate this kind of guy..." Jill said as she picked up her pistol, checking the magazine again before hiding the weapon under her jacket again. "Okay, shall we do as we said? You take the main door, I'll take the back door. Like the good old days, huh?"

Chris looked at her and the two shared a smile as he nodded and checked his gun as well. Him and Jill in the car, it took him back in time, seeing himself and Jill again when they were young and new members of the Raccoon City police force, patrolling the streets in cars all night long, proving their firearms and hand-to-hand combat skills, until finally both being recommended to join the city's elite police squad, the STARS. It all seemed so far away now, Chris thought.

_"Sometimes when I think about it, I miss the good old days, before... you know." Chris huffed.

_"Yeah..." Jill replied, understanding her good friend's feelings. "But the ink is already dry, right? All we can do is keep going, always."

Chris smiled again, happy to see that Jill was staying true to herself. Both gently bumped their fists together, supporting each other, as they always would. They got out of the car in the torrential rain, pulling up the hoods of their jackets and separating, Jill pretending to go and smoke a cig further away. Chris didn't look at her so as not to attract attention and started walking towards the entrance of the club.

_"I'm waiting for the signal." came Jill's voice in the earpiece that Chris had placed as discreetly as possible in his ear.

As he had expected, as soon as he arrived in front of the doors of the nightclub, the two security guards at the entrance blocked his way.