"What you are suggesting borders on organized crime-terrorism. No one has the right to take the law into their own hands! It is not our jobs to play judge, jury and executioner!"

Chris stiffened to the accusations. Leave it up to the bureaucrats, who watched on from the comfort of their stuffy offices to tell us what was right or wrong, he bitterly thought.

"Why is it whenever anyone is afraid of bringing about justice they hide behind that term?"

His superior scowled as he folded his arms, his expression hid none of his annoyance.

"You can't tell me that you're not tired of watching as the guilty walk, while hundreds of thousands if not more die.

"The law is corrupt and I'll be damned if innocent lives continue to be thrown away because of red tape."

Chris forced himself to rein in the blinding rage that threatened to consume him and cleared his thoughts; he would try another approach.

"Think of your own daughters and their children. Do you want your grand children to grow up in a world where their lives are constantly at risk because these mad men run free?"

The commander fell silent for a moment, his dark eyes revealed his thoughts. Chris's words had met its mark.

"You've made your point. But you still need a crew and solid evidence that the criminals you seek are indeed guilty."

"Understood. I have already collected the names of those I want involved as well as the evidence required. I just need your approval to begin."

The older commander gave a nod as his eyes studied the former soldier before him. Something had clearly changed within Redfield; he attributed it to Jill's abduction and rescue. Chris was never known to be this collected or calm.

"If we're going to do this, I want to know everything that you have planned is that clear?

"I'll be watching you closely Redfield. You sneeze the wrong way and I promise I will know about it."

Chris gave a hint of a smirk.


"Good. We are walking this fine line. Cross it and we'll be no different from those we want to bring to justice.

"Never forget that."

The old commander's words echoed Jill's own causing Chris's expression to grow dark.

"We are nothing like them."

The officer patted Chris's shoulder, as his troubled expression slightly softened.

"I know, but it is better to be safe than sorry."

A moment later and it was business once more.

"Alright Redfield, I will need the names of those assisting you and the details pertaining to your mission on my desk asap. "

Without another word Chris silently gave the man a manila envelope that he had been carrying.

The old man did not need to ask what it contained. With a simple nod and a word of luck later, the commander was left alone with only the envelope and his thoughts.

Opening it with care, he withdrew it contents before giving a low whistle of surprise followed by a heavy sigh. Staring at a very recent image of the ever-illusive agent known as Albert Wesker the old man shook his head as he softly chuckled.

"You never could settle for second best could you?

"Well, best of luck to you son. You're going to need it."