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Resident Evil: Armageddon Part VI- Armageddon Chapter 1- It Starts

Written by: Striker

It had finally happened, Spencer had crossed the line. Umbrella now posed a threat to great to ignore. Most of us wanted to back off for fear that Spencer would launch another missile. The rest, including myself, knew that was unacceptable. It had all come down to this. This was the time of destiny. Armageddon was about to begin.

Claire exited the building and found her brother leaning on the hood of a jeep. After his sharp words, Chris had stormed out of the room. Claire had decided to follow him because she felt she would have an easier time talking to him. "Chris, about what you said in there." She paused as Chris looked at her. "You're right."

"That's amazing," Chris said, "I thought you would side with the others."

"If you think I'm going to sit back and watch Umbrella fuck up the world some more then forget it." Claire stood next to her brother. "I'll fuck them up first."

Chris eyed his sister. "Whom did you learn all this bad language from?"

"I'm looking at him." Claire responded.

Chris chuckled. "I guess you're right about that. I'm glad you're gonna help me."

"Where family Chris. We have to stick together." Claire kicked a small stone across the asphalt. "Besides, I'm not the only one that agrees with you. Barry was pissed and Janet's giving everyone in there hell. We're not alone on this one."

Chris turned and leaned back on the jeep. "Who would have thought we would be in this mess. Life sure has a cruel sense of humor."

"Tell me about it." Clare said. "One minute I'm in college, the next I'm fast food for walking lizards and a punching bag for a big, bald guy in a trench coat."

"It could be worse. We could be dead." Chris heard the door open and turned to see Peterson exit the building. "Or we could have done nothing."

Peterson hesitated before he spoke. The glares he was getting from both Redfields made him nervous. "We talked it over inside. We came to a decision."

"What was it?" Claire asked. "Throw in the towel and get on with our lives? If that's it, forget it."

Peterson shook his head. "That's not it at all. We know that Spencer can launch missiles but we don't know where they're launched. If we can find the missile base, we can shut them down."

"Your plan is good, but the way you're going about it is wrong." Chris said. "Those missiles could have come from anywhere. For all we know there may be dozens of bases. We need to hit a different target."

"What are you suggesting?" Peterson asked.

"We do the one thing Spencer believes that we won't do." Chris walked towards Peterson. "We assault Umbrella's headquarters. We take out Spencer himself."

"Damn right." Chris, Claire, and Peterson turned to see Barry and the others exiting the building. Barry walked over to Chris. "I say we take out Umbrella once and for all."

"I had a feeling you two would feel that way." Peterson said. "But how do you suggest we go about this?"

"Simple." Chris said, a smirk on his face. "Spencer said that if the S.T.A.R.S. attacked he would retaliate, but he didn't say anything about the French army. I doubt that the French government would like some madman living in their capital. If we have the French army surround Umbrella's HQ…"

"Your group could slip in unnoticed." Peterson turned to Carl. "Do you think we can do that?"

"I think so." Carl replied. "We can contacted France immediately and find out if the government would go along with it. I'll get on it right away." Carl ran back inside the building as Peterson looked over the others.

"Does everyone agree with this?" Peterson asked. Everyone nodded. "Good, I suggest that everyone go home for now. I'll call you later with the news." He then turned to Chris. "Could I talk to you in private for a moment?"

"Sure." Chris and Peterson left the group. When they were out of earshot Chris turned to Peterson. "What do you want?"

"I want to know what your motivation is. I want to know why you want to take out Spencer so much."

"He's hurt a lot of people." Chris replied. "He has to be stopped."

"I don't think that's it at all." Peterson said. "I think it's more of a personal reason."

"Like what?"

"Revenge."

Chris scoffed and looked away from Peterson. "What makes you so sure of that?"

"Because it's true. Umbrella destroyed your life and now you want some payback. It's why your friends are fighting too. The fact is none of you will admit it." Peterson gestured at the rest of the team. "Umbrella hurt you all and now you want to get even. All this justice shit is your way of denying that fact."

"Maybe I do want revenge." Chris said. "So don't get all high and mighty on me. If you were in my situation the only thing you would think about is ripping Spencer's throat out. And I will. It's one of the few things any of us have to live for."

"Fine." Peterson said. "Just don't let it control you. Have your team go home. I'll call you when we get a reply." Chris nodded and walked back to the others. "I hope you get your wish Redfield." Peterson said to himself.

Chris paced back and forth, making Jill nervous. "Will you stop that?" She asked. "You remind me a lion I once saw at a zoo."

"Sorry Jill. It's just that it's been two hours. What the hell is the damn problem?"

"I'm sure France will go along with our request. I bet the phone will be ringing ant second now." Suddenly the phone rang. Jill smiled and picked up the receiver. "Hello? Yes, I got it. I'll tell the others immediately." Jill hung up and looked at Chris. "That was Carl. The French military will cooperate with us. We have to report to base in thirty minutes."

"Call the others." Chris headed for the stairs. "This is it. We end this for good."

In a few minutes the message spread to all the houses. Everyone was filled with both anxiety and dread. Nowhere was it felt any more than Barry's house. Kathy sat at the table staring at a cup of coffee. "This is it then." She said. "You're going to Paris."

Barry checked the chambers of his favorite magnum. He had received this from Kathy as a birthday present. It was a specially made magnum with his name etched on the handle. "I have to. It's the only way to stop this nightmare."

"Just come back alive." Kathy said. "For my sake and the girls'."

Natalie and Jenna jumped off the couch and walked towards their father. "Are you leaving again Daddy?" Natalie asked.

"Yes." Barry said. "But I won't be gone for long. After this I'll never have to leave again. I promise."

"You're going to be a hero Daddy." Jenna said.

"Now who told you that?" Barry asked.

"Mommy did." Jenna replied with a smile.

"She's right. See you soon." Barry kissed his family goodbye and headed out the door.

"I don't want you to go." Carlos said.

"Why?" Rebecca asked. "Is it because of my shoulder? If it is then I'll just stay in the back lines and treat the wounded. Just because I'm hurt doesn't mean I can't go. Half of us are fighting with injuries."

"Even so, I don't want you in the line of fire. I don't even think we should be launching this assault so soon. We should have waited until things died down. But since we are I don't want you to get hurt again, or worse."

"Why?" Rebecca asked again.

"Cause I love you." Carlos blurted out. Rebecca was taken back by what Carlos had just said. Carlos was also stunned at what he just said. "I, I, shit."

"I'd say." Rebecca replied. "When were you planning on telling me that? I mean, I had an idea but I was wondering when you were going to get around to saying something."

"I was thinking about telling you after this was all over." Carlos replied.

"Better now than latter." Rebecca said. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a quick kiss. "And if you really love me, you'll let me come with you. I was involved in this when it started and I'm going to be involved in finishing it."

"Fine." Carlos said. "But promise me that you'll stay by me and not get in trouble."

"I promise."

"Then let's get going." Together, Carlos and Rebecca left the house to join the others.

James nervously tied his boot and looked at himself in the mirror. He had been to Umbrella's HQ many times before. It was not an easy place to get into. He knew of the labs in the basement and also knew that those labs held Umbrella's new weapons. This would be the toughest battle the team would face.

"JAMES!"

He heard Ada calling his name from downstairs. 'Here goes nothing.' James got off the bed and walked downstairs. Ada was by the door. "Sorry for keeping you waiting. I was just thinking about how this mission is going to happen."

"I know. Umbrella's headquarters isn't some place you can just run into guns blazing." Ada rubbed the back of her head. "I just know Chris will have some plan on how to get in."

"I bet if this HQ was in the middle of nowhere he would suggest dropping a A-bomb on the place." James said.

Ada laughed. "I guess we have to do things the hard way. At least we know our way around the place. I also thing Peterson is counting on that."

"All I hope is that they didn't remodel the place while we were gone." James dug into his pocket and removed a plastic ID card. "I also hope this still works."

"We'll have to see." Ada said. "Let's get going. The sooner this war is over the better." James and Ada exited the house to find Jeff, Max, Kelly, and Jess waiting next to the minivan. Ada looked around. "Where are Rick and Janet?"

"Probably bitching over some insignificant thing." Jess said. "Just like they do every time we do a job. I swear they're made for each other."

"I'm surprised they got this far living together." Jeff added. "Normally they would have torn each other apart by now."

"People can change." Kelly said, slapping Jeff on the shoulder. "Besides, I think they're coming now."

Rick and Janet left the house and headed towards their friends. "Ready to kick some ass Janet?" Rick asked.

"Bring it on." Janet replied. "I've been itching for a good fight for a while."

"How's your shoulder doing?"

"It's just fine. It's not like I haven't dislocated my shoulder before. Anyway, I'm getting me some payback."

"I just want you to know that I've got your back." Rick said.

"Me too." Janet replied, slapping Rick on his shoulder.

"Well look whose all buddy buddy." Max said mockingly.

"I guess we have someone to pick on during the flight." Kelly added.

Janet gave the two a dirty look. James shook his head and spoke to his troops. "All right, file in. We have ten minutes to get to the base. I don't want to be late." The group climbed into the minivan. James got in the driver's seat and started the engine. "Time to go to hell." He pulled out of the drive and took off for the base.

Chris watched James' van go by. He then checked his watch. "What's taken those guys so long?" Currently, he, Jill, Barry, Becky, and Carlos were standing next to the van. They were waiting for Claire, Leon, Ark, and Eliza. Chris began to rap on the hood. "They should be out here by now."

"I'm sure we can give them a few more minutes." Barry said. He knew Chris to get impatient in times like this. "And I'd appreciate it if you'd stop that. You know that sound drives me nuts."

"Well they better hurry up." Chris growled.

Ark stood in front of Rott. "Take care of the girls for us, OK."

"Sure thing Ark." Rott replied. "Will you be back soon?"

Ark ruffed up Rott's hair. "You bet."

Claire and Eliza were also saying their goodbyes to Sherry and Lily. "You behave yourself Sherry." Claire said.

"OK Claire." Sherry said. "Good luck in France. Come back soon."

Claire nodded. "I will. I might even bring you back a souvenir."

"I have to go away for a while. I'll be back as soon as possible." Eliza told Lily. "After I get back we can go to the zoo." Eliza and Lily had really connected during the past couple of days. In fact, Lily didn't want Eliza to go with the group. It had taken a while to get her to calm down.

"What if you don't come back?" Lily said, tears in her eyes. "What if you get hurt again?"

"I won't." Eliza replied. "I'll have my friends to help me. After today everything will be over."

"I just wish you didn't have to go." Lily sobbed.

Leon stood by the door watching this. "I hate to sound insensitive, but we need to cut this short. Chris is probably having kittens wondering what the hell we're doing."

"Leon." Claire snapped. "Watch your language around the children."

"I'm just saying that we should go." Leon replied. "Unless you want Chris barging in here swearing like a sailor."

"Leon's right. We have to go now." Ark joined Leon at the door. "If you kids need anything, go to Barry's place." The children nodded while the women tearfully exited the house. Ark took one last look at the children before joining the others.

Chris saw the little group emerge from Ark's place. "You guys OK?"

"Yeah, we are." Claire said, wiping tears from her eyes. "Let's just go." The group got in the van and took off.

The scene was like one in Star Wars. Solders crowded the auditorium-sized briefing room. The S.T.A.R.S. were instructed to stand to the left of the central podium. Everyone fell silent as Peterson and Monroe entered the room. Peterson got to the podium and addressed his audience. "As you are well aware, in a few hours we will be assaulting Umbrella's headquarters in London. The French government is already positioning their troops around the building. We leave at 1200 hours. After we arrive we'll set up squads and attack the building. The S.T.A.R.S. team will provide you with information regarding the opposition. Mr. Redfield, if you would."

Chris got up and walked over to the podium. "Basically we'll be fighting Umbrella's private army. Most of these guys are mercenaries and well trained. We'll also face bio-weapons. Chances are we won't be facing zombies but we will be facing other monsters. I'm sure you have been briefed on the Hunters and Lickers so I won't bore you with those creatures. I will tell you about Umbrella's new "toys." These are the Regurgitors, Spikers, Stalkers, and Reapers. Regurgitors look like pigs and vomit acid at you. Spikers look like newts and are covered in spikes. They also shot those spikes at you, so be careful. Stalkers look like Hunters with harpoon tongues, extending arms, and powerful legs. Be careful when fighting these things. Reapers have an armored shell, a dog's head, and multiple appendages. Use caution with these too. Finally there is the Nemesis II, a giant with a clawed hand and tentacles. This one is extremely dangerous. This thing is a Tyrant class B.O.W. Like all Tyrants it is nearly unstoppable. If you see a Tyrant, DO NOT attack it alone. There have only been a handful of people who have taken a Tyrant one and survived. Beyond that I can't tell you anymore. I believe Cooper has some more information."

James took Chris' place at the podium. "As many of you know, I used to work for Umbrella. Their HQ is not an easy place to get in. There are multiple cameras set up as well as several armed patrols on each floor. There are fifty levels above ground and four basements. The basements are where the labs are located. Spenser's office is on the top floor and well guarded. The roof holds several attack helicopters that can be called to strife any level of the building. When full security is active the building is like a fortress. It won't be easy getting in and twice as hard getting out."

"Thank you Cooper." Peterson said. "Sergeant Monroe will brief on your weapons."

Monroe took the podium and cleared his throat. "This will be the first assault force to use the Army's new weapons. Most of these bad boys are fresh off the testing range. From the results of the tests these guns will cut down anything that gets in our way. Also these weapons didn't come with a warrantee, so don't break them or it's my ass."

"Thank you Sergeant," Peterson said, "for that colorful briefing. Now on to the attack plan." The lights dimmed and a huge screen lowered from the ceiling. A blueprint of the Umbrella HQ appeared. "The primary targets are the lower labs. Four squads will be sent down, one for each floor. Once the labs have been cleared the attack will progress upstairs. The main target is Spencer. Our other objective will be to locate the missile sites. We will have French troops accompanying us, so no foreigner jokes. We have to have the troops with us or we wouldn't even be able to launch this operation. That's about it for the briefing. Get ready and good luck."

The base was buzzing with activity. Solders loaded supplies into waiting trucks. Large, blue buses stood parked, ready for troops to enter. In the barracks men pulled on their uniforms. The men in the armories were grabbing weapons and ammo. The air was filled with anticipation and anxiety. Chris stood in his uniform studying the action around him. He was currently waiting outside the main lab for Rebecca and Eliza. Stan walked up to him and surveyed the scene. "I've never seen this much action since Desert Storm. You think we'd be going into WWIII."

"In a sense we are." Chris replied. "So where do we leave from?"

"Bolling. We're taking a plane ride to hell." Stan said sarcastically.

"That's one way of putting it." Chris looked at his watch. "You'd think it wouldn't take so long to get a couple of supplies."

"You know women, they're slow as hell when they have to get something." Stan then noticed something. "Where's your wrist thingy?"

"Left it home." Chris replied. "Way I see things, I'll have plenty of time to wear it. Besides, I don't want to damage it."

"I can guess why." Stan said. "Jill would kill you. Speaking of, since when did you get into women? The whole time I've known you whenever a lady would hit on you, you'd turn her down. You're not going soft, are you?"

Chris chuckled. "People chance buddy. I've been through a lot with her. The first time I saw her something clicked."

Stan grinned slyly. "So when you gonna ask her?"

"Ask her what?"

"The big question."

Chris knew where this was going. "And what would that be?"

Stan dropped to one need and held out his hand, failing to notice that Rebecca and Eliza had come out of the building. "Will you marry me?"

"Boy, I wonder what Jill will do when she hears of this." Rebecca said, holding back laughter.

"AHHH!" Stan leapt to his feet. "Ladies, I was just, I um, I, shit,"

Eliza put her hand on Stan's shoulder. "Don't even try to explain. Chances are we don't want to know anyway."

"Well then," Chris said, "shall we leave?" Chris started to walk away before stopping. "Oh, and girls. Don't tell anyone about this."

The women nodded and began to follow Chris. Stan shook his head. "He didn't even answer my question." He sighed before taking off to catch up to the others.

"GET THESE PLANES LOADED!" Monroe barked. "WE'RE LEAVING IN TEN MINUTES!" Air Force personnel rushed to load the cargo planes while solders loaded into other aircraft. It was nearing time for lift-off.  "Jesus, my grandmother moves faster than these guys." Monroe ran up to his plane and got on board. "I hope you guys saved me a window seat." The rest of the S.T.A.R.S. were seated, ready to go. Monroe got into his seat next to Carl and buckles up. "You ready to rock and roll?"

"As ready as I'll ever be." Carl replied. The S.T.A.R.S. were seated in one of several small private jets Peterson had secured. The jets were faster than helicopters and the troops had to be in Paris as soon as possible. Carl had personally made the deal with the Ronald Reagan Washington National Airport. It had taken so doing, but he pulled it off. "I'm just glad I could get these jets."

"First-class ride into hell itself." Monroe said. "At least we get there in style."

"Listen up people," Peterson said, "we're leaving shortly so buckle up. We'll arrive at Charles de Gaulle Airport and then head to Umbrella's HQ from there. This is it. There's no turning back now." With those words the plane began to move. In a few minutes it was in the air, taking its passengers towards the greatest battle of their lives.

          Author's Comments: It has been a long time since I completed a chapter of this story. I have several reasons. One, I was in the process of building a new computer. That meant that I had to re-register my copy of Microsoft Office 2000 and my old computer was basically off-line. Two, I got a job. That's right, I worked my ass off during the summer to make some money. $6.00 bucks an hour, $7.00 on Sundays for forty hours a week equals mad cash. Three, access to a TV, VCR, game councils, and interacting with family means that it's difficult to concentrate on writing. And finally, slow-ass computer that didn't work half the time did it too. Fortunately I gave my family my old computer so now they have a decent one to use that actually connects to the Internet every time. I hope the cleared everything up. Let's move on.

It has begun. The start of ARMAGEDDON. Whew, it sure has been a trip to get to this point. The countdown is over, the lines have been drawn, there is no way out, everything ends NOW. The question still remains. Can the S.T.A.R.S. defeat Spencer before he launches any more missiles? Will they be able to infiltrate the HQ? And if they do, will they be able to survive? All these questions will be answered in the next chapter. Read on.

          In the next chapter the chaos begins. From the front door to the basement labs the action heats up. Will this mission be successful? You'll have to wait and see in RE Armageddon: Part VI, Chapter 2- Going In.