A/N: If you haven't read the first book, than you should know why Piers has became a midget in this story. Personally, I think it's quite cute to have a midget character among Resident Evil characters!
Chris Redfield woke up to the annoying ring of his usual 7 o'clock morning alarm. With a grunt, the BSAA captain slammed the digital clock with a hand to stop the ringing, before smashing his head against the pillow.
A soft knock on the door earned another grunt from the man, who yelled at anyone at the door to go away.
The person who knocked on the door entered the room anyway, and a girl with an abnormal shade of long white hair came in holding a first-aid-kit.
"Not now, Faith." Chris grumbled into his bed as Faith merely placed the first-aid-kit on the bedside table, before putting the alarm clock by Chris' ears.
"Okey, okey! I'm awake now!" Chris said in exasperation as Faith put the clock back on the table, and opened the first-aid-kit.
"It was your lieutenant's ideas really." "Of course it is." Faith hummed as she replaced the bloody bandages on Chris' arm, who got the wound while pursuing a B.O.W that escaped an old facility that belonged to an old Umbrella facility.
The creature that escaped represented a Licker that had a scorpion tail, and Chris was lucky he was only grazed by the Licker's sharp claws. His men, however suffered a worse fate from the poison from the tail.
"And they say you're the babysitter." Faith's random comment snapped Chris out of his train of thought, and he turned to find the young women already closing the white box, finished with her work.
"Thank you for this. How Piers' doing?" "He's in the living room reading a report from the BSAA. Said it came last night."
Chris blinked before he ushered Faith out of his room, than proceeded to take a shower to wake himself up.
Chris entered the living room to hear the sound of the television on, but no one was watching it.
Raising an eyebrow, Chris than entered the kitchen, where a plate of sausage and egg breakfast greeted him.
Piers was spotted sitting on the counter table, his prosthetic arm grasping the edge of a report that Faith mentioned earlier.
"A good morning would have been nice." Piers only responded with a hum as he flipped a page, sipping from a cup that was taken from a doll house collection. Of course, he did not need to know that.
"Morning." Faith responded instead, placing a cup of freshly brewed Americano beside Chris' plate.
"You have outdone yourself, Faith." Chris commented as he took a bite of the omelette, moaning at how the egg melted on his tongue topped off with a hint of cheese and pepper.
"Thanks. Helena taught me a lot during last year's Thanksgiving when we had it at Sherry's apartment."
"I remember. It was also the time Piers tripped when he accidentally stepped on the butter spread on the kitchen counter. Boy, did we have a laugh."
"It's all Jake's fault!" Came Piers' angry reply as he stomped towards Chris' plate, before stealing a piece of the sausage that was cut by Chris into small sections.
"Hey, that was the last piece!" Chris hollered when Piers practically shoved it into his small mouth, nearly choking on it. But otherwise, the small lieutenant was whooping in victory for toying with the BSAA commander.
"You're a rascal, you know that?" Chris said over his cup of black coffee, glaring at Piers who had settled on his spot on Faith's shoulder.
"You can't blame him though. You ate his share of chicken strips at dinner last night." "He couldn't even finish it!!"
Chris defended as he huffed through gritted teeth, glaring at Piers who stuck his tongue out playfully while Faith merely laughed at the two's bantering.
The three continued their usual routine in the house that was located in the outskirts of the city of New York, which belongs to the BSAA to house the two B.O.Ws under the Redfield's care.
From a distance, a figure with white hair that flowed with the breeze stood almost proudly as he stared at house.
Pressing a comm to his ear, the figure spoke as he leaned against his black cane.
"Targets has been acquired. Permission to engage?" The hologram of one Albert Wesker appeared on the HUD screen.
The sunglass enthusiast smirked as he pondered for a while, before he commanded.
"Permission granted. Targets are to be contained and captured alive. I trust you have the skills and confidence to succeed in this, Vergil."
"I will not disappoint you." Vergil's eyes went red for a moment before he went to execute his mission.
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