Hi. FUNK here. (I am alive. Partially.)
This has been stuck in my head for two weeks now, and so it shall be written. I hope I can still write, I haven't had a lot of inspiration lately and I've been sickish a lot.

So. Going to start writing again! I wonder who will still read this after two years.

Short summary for this chapter;
"Follow that chair!"

Warnings; The building is haunted!
Also, you should have at least seen a trailer of Operation Raccoon City.
OC. Joey. You might remember her...?

"There is nothing like a quiet day at the office without having Wesker around." Jack Krauser, still as handsome as ever, was sitting in his office chair with his legs firmly planted on the edge of a table. Wesker's table, that is. A happy smile was plastered on his face and he closed his eyes, hoping to catch a few minutes of sleep.

Wesker would not be back until the next day because the man had some 'business' to attend to. None of his employees were sure of what exactly was going on, but they all thought it was great to slack off a little while Wesker wasn't making sure they were doing their jobs.

Krauser had taken up the habit of napping after each sentence he wrote, HUNK was making attempts of making the security office Krauser-proof and HUNK's girlfriend Joey Merchant, who you may or may not remember, was just riding Wesker's pony pretty much all day long. Life at the office was good and, as long as Wesker wouldn't return earlier than expected, nothing could disturb their moments of peace and quiet.

Or so they thought…

Krauser was the first to notice something was off. He had gotten something to eat that morning and he had stored it in the fridge, so he could have a nice snack after a long day of napping. However, when he finally had the energy to stand up and grab it, he noticed his snack was no longer in the fridge. As a matter of fact, not only had his snack gone missing, but the whole fridge was empty!

With an annoyed frown Krauser grabbed his phone and pressed a button. A few seconds later he got a reply from the other end of the line.

"What is it Jack? I am busy."

"HUNK, did you eat everything that was in the fridge?" Krauser sighed and sat back down. There was no use in standing around any longer than was necessary. "I brought food, and it's all gone."

"No."

"You didn't eat all of my food? Did Joey eat it, then?"

HUNK shrugged, even though that wasn't actually visible over the phone. He placed the hammer he was holding on his desk and sighed. "Ask Joey."

"Okay."

Krauser hung up on HUNK and quickly gave Joey a call, asking her the same thing he had asked HUNK. Joey told Krauser she had not eaten his snack either, and that if she had, she would've left a note in the empty fridge stating something like 'Joey was here, your food is not.'
Knowing Joey well enough after the few months they had worked with her, he didn't doubt her words. She really did leave notes everywhere, much to Wesker's dismay, who was sick of reading about her tampons, her hair and her bracelets.

While Krauser was confused over the disappearance of his snack, HUNK was dealing with problems of his own. He had just placed the hammer on his desk, he was certain of it, and now it was missing. His hammer had been removed in the ten seconds he had not been looking at it, and now he couldn't seem to find it back. With a scowl he got on his knees and started looking underneath the furniture. There was no way his hammer could've disappeared, right? He had probably dropped it by accident, and it would underneath a chair or something.

Of course it would.

Right?

"Oh Mr. P, you are the cutest pony on the planet. No wait, in the whole universe!" Joey Merchant was feeding the inhabitants of Wesker's petting zoo and was pleased to have so many animals around her. She was slowly getting used to the cow and she had already completely gotten over her fear of the duck. As a matter of fact, she had even started liking the duck, which still baffled her every so often.

Joey nodded to herself and petted the pony one last time before grabbing a bag of white bread and walking off to the small pond near the meadow. She would just feed Mr. D, the duck, and then she would go help HUNK in his attempts to Krauser-proofing the security office. By the time the office was safe enough to leave Krauser alone for a few hours, they would go home, play a game and have some fun in bed. Joey smiled. "I can't wait."

As she got to the small pond, the first thing she noticed was the fact that there was a whole lot of blood covering the grass surrounding it. The second thing she noticed was the lack of Mr. D.

With a gasp, Joey grabbed her phone and called for her boyfriend. There could be a killer around and there was no way in hell she would face that problem alone.

HUNK could hear his phone ringing in his pocket, but he wasn't paying attention to it. All he could do at that very moment was stare at the desk, where once his hammer, and then his coffee had been. Had been, until magically, the coffee had started moving on its own, and left the office.

"…What. The. Fuck?"

By the time the man, normally very sane, started moving again, something else happened. Just like his coffee a few minutes earlier, his laptop suddenly started moving on its own, hovered in the air for a few seconds and flew out of the office, in the same direction as his coffee had.

"I don't know how I feel about this."

At that moment he remembered his phone and finally answered the call, which came from a very distressed Joey, who appeared to have found some kind of killer. Not paying any more attention to his flying belongings, HUNK went to meet up with his girlfriend. His flying laptop could wait for a few hours, or so he thought.

Said few hours later, Krauser, HUNK and Joey were all sitting in Wesker's office, confused over what had happened that day. They couldn't seem to find out why things started flying on their own, and none of them had seen other people around.
They wanted to go home, but that just didn't seem like a very good idea with everything that was going on at that time. And so instead of going home, they decided to stick together and take a nap in Wesker's office. They would continue their investigations later that night, when they weren't so tired anymore of doing nothing all day long.

While HUNK and Krauser were sleeping, Joey woke up to a rather hungry stomach. A bit annoyed, she sat up and made her way to the sink. Water would have to do until she got home to a fridge full of food. Just as she set the glass back on the counter, she heard something behind her. Faster than she normally was, she turned around, only to witness a chair flying out of Wesker's office.

With a loud scream, she woke her boyfriend and Krauser, and pointed at the door with a look as if she'd just seen a naked Justin Bieber on her face.

"Strangahs… Chair. It left. On its own."

Krauser made a run for a door and looked around. He noticed the chair making its way down the hall and flailed his arms wildly. "Follow that chair!"

"Joey, don't do anything stupid and stay here!" HUNK yelled as he got up and decided to go after Krauser.

As the two men went into the hallway and started to follow the flying chair, the chair actually sped up quite a bit, making it hard to keep up with. Krauser, however, who was still a mutant with amazing speed and even more amazing looks, ended up never losing sight of the piece of furniture. Just as he caught up with it, it disappeared behind a door, and the door slammed shut in his face.

Krauser banged on the door once. "FUCK!"

HUNK smirked. "We work security, you idiot. We can enter any damn room in this building." He flashed Jack a keycard and nodded at the card reader next to the door. "Let's see what's going on in there…"

"Be careful … It could be the ghost of Saddler, or Mendez… Or Salazar!" Jack's face turned a ghostly shade of white at the thought of having to deal with Salazar again. "I'd rather work as a plumber…"

"Don't be such a dumbass, Jack. Just…" HUNK frowned as he suddenly got an idea. "Wait, I'm going to stay here, and I want you to get that bag of powdered sugar. I think it's in the kitchen, behind the chlorine."

"Why?"

"Just do it Jack, it's an order."

Krauser saluted HUNK and went to get the bag of sugar. He had no idea of what was going on inside of his comrade's head, but since HUNK was the sane one, it was sure to prove a good idea in the end. He found the sugar rather easily, and quickly made his way back to HUNK, who was patiently waiting for him in front of the cursed door.

"Jack, listen…" HUNK handed Jack the keycard, "I want you to open the door on my command. Make sure you have your weapon ready just in case." HUNK opened the bag of sugar and took a deep breath. He then spoke in a hushed voice, "three, two, one… open."

Jack slid the card through the reader, and as the door opened, HUNK started throwing large amounts of sugar inside. The white stuff landed everywhere. On his stolen laptop, the stolen food, the stolen chair, the stolen hammer and… a human figure?

"Damnit," a voice came from the human figure. "Seriously? This is the best you could come up with?"

HUNK pointed his gun at the figure. "Reveal yourself!"

Something that resembled electricity was seen as the figure revealed itself. It was probably a man, judging by the deep voice. He was dressed in a black uniform with a hood, and he was wearing a gas mask with blue lenses. He showed no signs of violence towards HUNK and Krauser and lazily crossed his arms.

Krauser glared at the man. "Who are you and why did you steal my food?"

The man remained silent. As did HUNK.

"Did you not hear me? You come in here, invisible, steal my food and now you refuse to say something? Who are you and what are you and why my food?" Krauser appeared to be losing his patience.

"Vector." HUNK spoke with a calm voice.

The man, Vector, nodded. "It's good to see you again, sir."

"My food!" Krauser yelled. "My food is not your food!"

Vector pointed at Krauser. "Is he sane?"

HUNK shook his head.

"I thought so."

Krauser, not being able to cope with feeling ignored, grabbed his phone and called Joey. "Joey! Joey, hear this! The man with the mask stole my food, and nobody is listening to me!"

"Everything safe, strangah?" Joey asked.

"It's safe, just don't show him any food! Or chairs! Or hammers! Or laptops! But especially the food!" Krauser's face was starting to become a deep of red.

"Where are you?"

"I am where the food is!"

HUNK rolled his eyes and snatched Krauser's phone from his hands. "Joey, wait there, we'll be back soon." After hanging up on his girlfriend in a rather rude way, the sane man took a step towards Vector. "What on earth are you doing here?"

Vector sighed. "Sir, I've been wanting to speak to you in private, but… there is this woman, no idea who she is, and she's never far away from you… I am not entirely sure if she can be trusted. She's a bit loud."

"Oh, Joey. She is loud, yes. But harmless." HUNK pointed at the door. "Come with me."

A bit hesitant, Vector followed HUNK outside. He wasn't afraid of his former master, but he didn't quite enjoy not knowing what was going to happen next.

After the two former U.S.S. soldiers left the room, Krauser started stuffing his face with the food that Vector had not eaten yet. He didn't give a damn what would happen to the 'ghost' next, food always came first in his life, then his beret, and then work. Krauser certainly had his priorities straight.

In the meanwhile, Vector was sitting in the, now Krauser-proof, security office, trying to explain his situation. Apparently, he had lost his job at the haunted house he was working at, and was dying to get to back to fighting again. He had tracked down HUNK, but he wasn't sure how to contact his former master. After trying to catch HUNK without Joey being around for several days, he had gotten hungry and he had tried to set up camp in the storage closet. His ability to become invisible for small periods of time had obviously come in handy, but he had overlooked the fact that people would start missing the objects he randomly stole.

Now, sitting at the office, facing his former master and the man's loud girlfriend, he was glad they had found him. Storage closets were fine, but he still preferred his own bed at night.

HUNK leaned back in his chair. "If you want a job here, fine by me, but… I'm not in charge here, Wesker is."

Vector grimaced. "I am not sure how I feel about that man."

"Mmmm, I'm sure it'll be fine, I can't say I ever had reasons to complain about you, and I'll be sure to tell Wesker just that."

"Thank you, sir." Vector glanced at Joey. "I don't have to go into battle with her, do I?"

HUNK snickered. "Definitely not. Joey just fixes weapons and feeds the animals."

Joey frowned. "Mr. D?"

HUNK nodded. "Oh yeah. Did you kill a duck?"

Vector shook his head. "No. I tried, because I was hungry, but then this stupid cat turned up and attacked me completely out of nowhere." He rolled up a sleeve and showed his arm, which was covered in rather deep gashes. "That was my blood you saw."

Joey laughed. "Ohh, Mr. T saved Mr. D! Amazing! Well, if you didn't kill Mr. D, he probably flew into a tree nearby. I'll help him down tomorrow, he's afraid of heights."

Vector pointed at Joey and turned to HUNK. "Is she sane?"

HUNK shook his head.

"I thought so."

"Sanity is boring, masked strangah." Joey grabbed her jacket and her scarf. "I want to go home now."

HUNK stretched in his chair and grabbed his own jacket. "Yes, we should. Vector, go home and come back tomorrow afternoon. Wesker should be back by then. We'll just leave Jack in the closet, he's been in some sort of closet all his life, so one more night won't hurt him."

Vector nodded. "I hope this thing will work out, I would be pleased to work with you again, sir."

"I agree. I look forward to it." HUNK pushed Vector and Joey out of the security office and the three left the building. After closing off for the night, HUNK and Joey went home for food and fun times, and Vector was looking forward to a job that didn't involve a theme park.

Everything would work out just fine!

Operation Raccoon City, and mainly Vector, owns my life right now. I will be using him in stories a lot more often. (That is, if I ever get inspired again. I do have ideas for side stories and more stuff with him in it.)

I don't have anything to add. I hope you liked it, I sincerely do. I sure had fun writing it and I hope that comes across.

Now enjoy the rest of your Easter weekend, strangahs. :)