Author: So I've decided to go ahead and post all the chapters for this part of the overall story. I have not yet started on Part 3, but it will have a lot more action since these two have lacked such. Most of these two parts are fillers, I suppose, for the future when everything gets more hectic. These two parts are building up to the real terror, the real events that causes everything to topple. As you can tell Saria doesn't have much to do as she is either unable to or away from the situation. That will soon change. There is also something that needs to be said. As much as I love the Raccoon City Incident I'm going to not add all of that, just kind of cover it enough for the future in Part 3. I've decided to just thin that since Saria most likely won't be there. I wish to thank those that are still reading, I know it's boring at this point, but I'm going to work on changing that. Tell me what you guys think of it so I can know how to improve it.

Anyway. Thanks and stick around for part 3.~ n_n Teehee.

[September 3, 1998 (4:30 PM)]

The melody of the instrument was magical. It was low, soft, yet soothing. It was distant, but circling and warm. It was calm and slowly rapid, such a contradicting factor to the nature of the song being played.

Yes, the violin was his favorite instrument and even more-so with each new song he learned. Currently he was playing a classical tune he had studied as a child. The owner of said violin was playing Mozart's Symphony No. 40. As he played the violin's part he could hear the other instruments in his mind, each in sync with the notes he played.

The bowstring shifted accordingly and his graceful fingers hit the notes perfectly and in a slow manner to suggest he was savoring them.

He was seated at a park bench, the afternoon sun beaming down, though the tree to his left cast a deep shadow over him. A decent mixture of warm rays of sunshine and a cool breeze.

His dull eyes lit with pride as people stopped to listen, his hand moving fluidly over the cords with the bow. People muttered approval or praise and he would tip his head to them, thanking them silently with his closed smile.

"Wow, mister, that sounds so beautiful!" A young girl called out, moving over to sit beside the musician.

"Thank you." He replied curtly.

"What are you playing?" The girl wondered aloud, obviously not familiar with one of Mozart's famous pieces.

"Sé ar a dtugtar Siansa Uimhir 40, le fear darb ainm Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart." He paused, his thick Irish words causing confusion by the brows furrowing and the head tilting. So he translated what he said to English. "Tis' called Symphony number 40, by a gentleman named Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart." He smiled.

"Sounds like a cool guy." The kid said, grinning. "Say, mister, what are you? You talk different.."

The man didn't flinch. He was used to the.. curiosity of Americans. "Irish. I come from a town called New Ross in Ireland. Beag (small)." He said that last Irish word with a curled smile.

"Is it pretty?" The girl questioned, eyes alight with awe. The man nodded and she giggled.

"Tis' a wondrous land. Almost as stunning as 'ere." The man said softly, his bright hued teal eyes lit with joy.

He tossed his head back, moving the soft and long strands of dark brown hair. It went just below the top of his shoulders and had a slightly wavy quality to it. His outfit consisted of a navy suit, a silver tie and black dress shoes. His features were gentle, warm.. even simplistic. He had a slight diagonal scar just beneath his left bottom lashes and a scar just a inch out from the front edge of his right ear, another scar present on his collar bone in an x shape.

A man was standing close by, leaning against the tree that was casting its shadow on the violin player. He watched in curiosity as the musician communicated with the child as friendly as if they were best friends. He smiled softly, his dark clothes causing him to blend in with the light shadows. His greenish-brown orbs glowed while he brushed a strand of white hair from his face, the strands short and spiked.

The violin player turned to glance to the tree leaner with that smile of his. "Come over, ya?" He called to the silent man, who shrugged his shoulders.

"Fine." He strolled over, his hands tucked into his pockets. The little girl looked up at him, blinking.

"Who are you two?" She asked, her small voice carrying.

The Irishman chuckled softly, setting his violin down into the case beside him before he gestured a hand to his own chest. "I am Eny. This-" He pointed a finger of his other hand to the tall man standing. "-is my friend, who doesn't talk much."

The girl giggled as she did a little wave to the two before standing to curtsy, her small flowered dress shifting as she posed. "I'm Penny."

"Tis' an honor to meet you, miss Penny. We're in town for a few days. May I ask you a question?"

"Sure!" The girl tilted her head as she sat back down.

"I'm looking for a woman by the name of Jill Valentine. Do you know of 'er?" At his question the girl shook her head.

"No." She said, frowning. "Mommy doesn't like me talking to strangers, but you seem nice so it's ok."

He chuckled. "Tis' alright. Thank you though. You should probably head back to your mother before she worries." He patted her short blonde hair, her smile beaming just below her brown eyes.

"Mhm!" She turned and left the two, her form disappearing behind a slide as she searched for her mother.

"You're good with kids." The silent man commented.

The Irishman nodded, turning to glance up to his ally. "Kids are innocent. I have no quarrel with them and dare I say I should never have need to."

The other man sighed.

"Can I ask you a question?" He asked the standing man, who smirk at his words.

"What?" The Albino looking male asked.

"Why are you involved in all of this? This mission, I mean. Shouldn't you be in the labs or helping out the others?" His Irish accent twisted his words.

The man shrugged for the second time. "I was told by a very interesting source that I would find who I'm looking for if I discovered the remaining S.T.A.R.S. Since Lord Spencer sent you on this task I couldn't help but involve myself since I might find her." He answered, his tone seemingly gentle, though there was irritation in it.

"Her?" The man repeated.

The taller man nodded. "Yeah. I'm looking for someone who I haven't seen in years. Apparently she's affiliated with the S.T.A.R.S. They might know where she is."

"Ah." The Irishman nodded once more, understanding. "Just don't get in the way when it comes time to put the dogs down, ya?"

"No intention to. Hell, I'll even help." He said with a gleeful smirk.

"You'll find the girl. All in due time." The Irishman stood to pat his friend on the shoulder before bending to lock the violin into place, clasping the clips before rising and slinging the case to rest against his back. "Let's head back, Dimitri."

The pair vanished from the park, a mystery unto its own devices.

[September, 1998 (Unknown)]

"This way.."

"It's sheer perfection... My precious G-virus.. No one will ever take you away from me.."

"There he is!"

"So you finally come."

"Doctor, we're here to collect the G-virus sample."

"Sorry, but I won't just hand over my life's work- Ahhh!"

"Stop it! You might hit the sample! That's it all right."

"Ok, let's move out!"

"William! Oh, my.. hold on darling, I'm taking care of that wound first. Stay here.."

"Alpha team, have you retrieved the sample yet?"

"Affirmative. We'll be at the rendezvous point in one minute."

"Roger."