I (M.T Midknight) don't not hold ownership of Resident Evil or aspects retaining to the Resident Evil franchise. I do hold ownership to plot and charters of this Fan Fiction (Resident Evil USS File 1: A Hand in Death) Thank you.
Ch.1
In 1998, a viral outbreak occurred in the American town of Raccoon City. The virus would reanimate dead tissue and cause mutation in living. This virus was called the T-Virus and secretly made by the Umbrella Corporation. Umbrella successfully covered up its flats by sending in Umbrella Security Serves or U.S.S teams to destroy evidence of Umbrella's involvement. Finally, the blame was pinned on a terrorist group and Raccoon City became the site of the first bio-terrorist attack. Umbrella then let a few samples of the T-Virus loss on the black market to ensure their anonymity.
In 2000 a terrorist group from Russia, known as The Red Hand or T.R.H, was stopped by the department of home land security from spreading the virus in an airport. Umbrella used this to open the Umbrella Anti-bio-terror Agency or U.A.A. The U.A.A was to help cut down the bio-terror threat, but was really a cover for the new U.S.S Commando Devotion to test B. in combat situations.
Now bio-terror is the new norm in everyday threats and B. are commonly seen in the battlefields of today.
December 24, 2005-15 minutes tell countdown begins…
He looked at the red cooler of the blood he had just caught up on the handkerchief. He cleared his throat with a painful swallow and pulled down the gas mask over his face as he trend to look at his team.
His team consisted of four members all with extensive skill sets. Each had code names as was protocol when in the U.S.S. COUPE was the medic, known for her surgical skill and compassion for those in need. She sat just to the left of where he stood in the transport, next to her sat the team sniper and her former combat training officer GREMLIN. GREMLIN was a loud mouth with a wipe of a sense of humor. He made jokes every few minutes, normally about someone on the team. Having been with him for the last two years and on several missions with him, he learned that GREMLIN was just an ass. On the floor of the transport setting like a child, both leg straight out, was DOZER. DOZER was team demolition and made all his own explosives. Much like he was doing right at that moment. Last, setting the farthest away from the grope was SIENNA the team technical support. He didn't know her to well only that she fallowed orders and didn't talk much.
"TANK, where are we headed to?" GREMLIN asked him. TANK was his code name and it was a name that he responded to more than his real one. As team lead his job was to plan out tactics and keep them all alive.
"Eastern Germany."
"Germany. You know, I've always wanted to go to Germany." DOZER told the group in his deep Russian accent, "I don't know why. Really, I hate German people."
"Thing is, big guy, do you even know why you hate German people?" GREMLIN smiled as he put on his gas mask that only covered his mouth and nose, a pair of red tinted sun glasses, and an Umbrella Corp. baseball cap. DOZER made a face showing he was trying to find an answer to his question.
"Gamma team, can you read me?" A women's voice called over their head sets.
"Command, we hear you." TANK called back.
"Yes we do pretty lady." GREMLIN said jokingly.
"Gamma, your mission is to infiltrate the medical facility on the south side of the city and retrieve the virus samples. Destroy all the research on the virus after downloading copies of it. Your final mission is to track down the B.O.W that has been put in your care and get it back into transport. There is a lot of money going into this mission's success, so do well and you may be getting a good holiday bounces." TANK could see a smile form under GREMLIN's mask.
"TANK if you would inform them of the situation on the ground."
"We're head into a hot zone that started one day ago. The T-Virus was set loss by an unknown party of bio-terrorists. There are reports of makeshift B.O.W's and some of the group's solders are still present. U.A.A is on the ground as well." TANK laid out the facts.
"Damn, we got to work with those goody two shows." GREMLIN sheathed his combat knife into the sheath on his right for arm and buttoned the strap to secure it.
"The U.A.A units are expendable, you are not. The new B.O.W that is with you has a told of 5 targets and all of you have a time limit of 12 hours to get your jobs done. See you when you get back." Command went quite.
"So we have a time limit. Not like that's anything different from the other 20 missions we've been on." GRMLIN stood and starched.
"We have a time limit of 12 hours because the B.O.W's C.S.D.E.D is set to explode." SIENNA piped up from the back.
"C.S.D.E.D?" COUPE cleaned her surgical supplies one last time.
"Contact sensitive durational explosive dives. It's the B.O.W's weapon and it has a non-contact sensitive explosive in it somewhere that is set to go off in 13 hours. It's got enough in it to level the city." TANK watched as both COUPE and GREMLIN stopped what they were doing.
"Sounds like they liked my design." DOZER said proudly as he wrote a name on the bomb he had just finished. "Soya is good name, yes?"
"You design that damn thing, fuck." GREMLIN set back down.
"It's our job to spit in death's face. If you don't like it then start looking for a new one." TANK walked to the B.O.W's drop tank. The drop tank was a large black tub with a key pad on the opening edge and the big words "The Judge" across the front. A red light went off sounding drop time. TANK looked to DOZER how nodded as he latched down his gas mask and got up. SIENNA hit the cargo door release and TANK and DOZER pushed the drop tank out the back. They watched it fall and then went back to prepping for their mission.
"Wrap it up people we move in 100."
Countdown start 13 hours left…
The drop tank crashed throw an office building before landing hard in the street. Green coding ran across the screen above the key pad it read: Nemesis T-type #103341 Code name "The Judge" engaged.
The tank popped open and steam billowed out into the cool night air. The Judge opened his eyes and griped the sides of the tank to left him-self out. He scanned the aria with his optics. Switching between heat seek, night vision and, DNA tracking. His five targets popped into his heads up display. He looked to the drop tank with one red glowing eye and the other humanly normal green eye. A case was attached to the inside at the back with the letters C.S.D.E.D on it. It opened to reveal a large hammer inside. The Judge took it in hand. He looked down to his belt witch had nine cylinder containers in pouches on it. Grabbing one he pushed it into the head of the hammer and a beep sounded its arming.
It was time to start the hunt…