As the sun was setting a cool breeze blew through Raccoon City. Standing on a rooftop was a man dressed in black, cold gray eyes staring out across the city. Mark .K Lorrens was his name, and he knew more about what was going on than the inhabitants of the city. Half the population lived in fear of a new terror that stalked the streets during the night hours.
It all started with mutilated corpses turning up along the rivers and disappearances of hikers on the trails winding through the Arklay Mountains. Reports of cannibalism and masked axe wielding figure began leaking to the press. Responding to this a special branch of the Raccoon City Police Department was sent in to investigate. Special Tactics and Rescue Services; also known as S.T.A.R.S.
It might have seemed like a good idea to the average citizen, but it was a grave tactical error. Bravo team was the first sent in. The senior members well aware of the danger, but unknowing of what they would face. Contact was lost after reporting engine trouble and a emergency landing; resulting in Alpha team's deployment. Out of the twelve members only five returned.
With them came tales of zombies, mutants, and other bio weapons created by the pharmaceutical corporation know as Umbrella. Their stories were considered the result of hallucination caused by toxins from mountain vegetation. S.T.A.R.S. was officially disbanded and replaced by the Select Police Force. Three of the survivors remained in the US and two traveled to Europe.
Two months had passed after the Arklay incident. Many more reports of cannibalism and "monsters" drifted through the town. Most of them had been filed away as simple assault, murder, and hysteria. It wasn't that the local police were incompetent. Their hands were tied due to the chief of police who's pockets were filled by the Umbrella Corporation. All of which would lead to Raccoon City's demise.
How did a man such as himself know this? Not only was he employed by Umbrella. He was also head of the Umbrella Security Service, preferring to work alone than be stuck with a platoon of other U.S.S. members. "Never would have happened if it weren't for those two fools." he muttered. The revenge of Marcus was the spark causing the outbreak. Failure of second U.S.S. deployment involving Birkin was gasoline. Both incidents leaving a black mark on the record of his unit.
All that would change though; tonight all hell would break loose. The T-Virus had saturated Raccoon City for nearly a week. U.B.C.S. and U.S. Army activity would be overlooked by his men. While combat data was collected he would report directly to Dr. Thorpe and escort him to the extraction point. Other operatives would dispose of anything tying Umbrella to the outbreak within Raccoon. Although government reprisal wasn't that much of an issue.
Those at the helm of Umbrella were far too intelligent to lose everything they had worked so hard to achieve. Their safety net was a skeleton made up of shell companies, hidden bank accounts, secret trusts, and much more. He knew it would take a thousand lawyers, accountants, and a super computer to sort through all that mess in order to tie everything together. Umbrella might fall, but it would not be finished off.
As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death I will fear no evil.