The White House

Oval Office of the President

Washington, D.C.

30th January 2000

" Mr. President, there's a call for you on the secure line. "

The Secret Service agent took off the wireless earset he was wearing, cleaned it with a tissue, and handed it to the man who defeated George W. Bush in every state except Florida. Dark-haired, handsome, and charismatic was how the newly elected President was described in the press. He took the earset from the Secret Service agent, whispered a thank you, and placed it on his right ear. The fun was over, he thought to himself. Time for this administration to really get to work.

" This is the President. Code Umbra Zero Zero Zero One. Verify. "

" Code Umbra Zero Zero Zero One verified and accepted. Hold one, Mr. President as we connect you with the Director of the BCU. "

Hmmm, thought the President. They finally did it. The Biohazard Countermeasures Unit is fully operational. It took a lot more of my political muscle to get this approved by both the House and Senate Intelligence Oversight Committees but the BCU is now a reality. The BCU would be the spearhead to accomplish a single goal: the total and utter annihilation of the Umbrella Corporation and its affiliates. He remembered flying over the radioactive wasteland that once was Raccoon City. Oh, how he wept for those who had been massacred. The President was one of a select few who knew what really happened back in 1998. He wiped a tear away as he thought of his younger sister who had left for a camping trip in the Arklay Mountains, never to be heard from again. Now was the time to act. He now had the power, the resources, and more importantly the personnel to mount an assault on the seemingly invincible Umbrella Corporation. The President had a feral smile on his face as he remembered the codename for the BCU.

Black Rain. A rain so toxic, so acidic not even an umbrella would provide much protection.

" Good evening, Mr. President. This is Director Redfield. The Morgue is now open for business and BLACK RAIN is at 100 readiness. Awaiting further orders, sir. "

The President knew that once he gave this order there would be no recall. It would be a dirty war, one that would show no mercy to those who owed their allegiance to the Umbrella logo. It would not end until the corporate empire was razed beyond revival. Their assets frozen, their facilities destroyed, and all vital company officers either imprisoned or dead. There would be consequences. There would be repercussions…

Screw it. The government of the United States would not let the murder of its citizens within its own borders go unavenged. No foreign government, no terrorist organization, and certainly no corporate entity that maintained a headquarters here would be allowed to commit atrocities here. He paused for a second then spoke into the mike.

" You have a green light, Chris. Initiate Vertical Strike. "