This is a Resident Evil/Dino Crisis Fan Fiction.

As such I do not own the rights to any of the non-original characters or settings from either franchise.

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Scene 0: Operation Trojan Horse

A lone figure strode quickly down a whitewash hall, all but squinting through his glasses to see down the past the blaring lights. The building was eerily silent, but from the look of the memo things were about to get...livelier.

Meeting, top scientists and executives was all it had said.

They never call a meeting like this, the mousy-looking man thought worriedly, making a half-hearted attempt to straighten his disheveled suit. He tripped over his own feet in a worried blunder, spilling the hot coffee he had been carrying over his forearm.

"Fucking shit!"

The man continued to curse under his breath as he was joined by another, taller figure. He glanced at the man, recognizing his wiry body and the stern look on his clean-shaven face.

"Dr. Bernard, do you have any idea what's going on?" He asked quickly, falling into stride with the wiry man.

"You haven't heard the rumors, Joffrey?" Bernard asked.

"I haven't heard a damn word. Not one." Joffrey Mitchells replied, scowling. He was a higher executive, certainly more important to the Organization than Bernard. Why wouldn't he have been informed? "Care to fill me in?"

"According to what I've heard, it appears there's been a leak."

"Shit." Joffrey cursed. "Where?"

"It's in the city, Jof." Bernard replied. "Only a few cases now, but you and I both know how quickly that will change."

Joffrey's eyes widened. "In the city? How're we gonna cover this up!?"

There was a silence as they reached the door to the conference room. Dr. Bernard turned to Joffrey before he shook his head.

"Who said that we wanted to." Bernard said nervously as he turned away, heading into the room. Joffrey stood for a few moments, blinking.

This means…that we deliberately released the virus on an unsuspecting populace…

There were only a few reasons that they would release a virus into a city like that, and none of them were good.

Slowly, Joffrey took a deep breath, then entered the room. There were several his colleagues seated around the table, but he couldn't really place names at the moment, nor did he care. What they were doing- it had to be the early stages of a cover up gone wrong, or a routine test. If they had decided to up their time table, then…

"There you are." A muffled voice broke through his thoughts, dragging him back to the present. It was only then that he noticed the C.E.O.'s seat was empty. The voice came from a man behind the chair, muscular and slightly above average height. He was covered from head to toe in black clothing and combat armor. Joffrey almost asked who it was, before realizing that the red-lensed gas mask over the man's face gave it away.

"Mr. Dea- I mean, Agent Hunk!" Joffrey cursed himself for his slip of the tongue, having called the Organization's best agent by his joke nickname spoken behind his back.

Mr. Death had earned his nickname for being one of their most ruthless agents, so much so that he was often the only survivor of the missions. He had been the sole survivor of the group sent to retrieve the G-Virus from Dr. Birkin during the Raccoon City incident.

"Sit down." Agent Hunk said coldly, gesturing toward an empty seat near the center of the table.

Joffrey paused. "But where is Mr-."

"Our employer sends his apologies, but he was unable to attend this meeting." Hunk replied, the masked face gazing emotionlessly at the mousy man's shaking form. "He has other matters to attend to, such as our operation in Barren City and a sudden opportunity concerning the situation with the Borginian Republic-."

"The Borginian Republic?" One of the executives at the table called. "I thought that conflict had been resolved."

"It had." Agent Hunk replied. "But there have been some interesting developments as of late. That's not what we're here for though. If you want to know more, take it up with communications."

The room was silent as Joffrey nodded, walking across to take his seat at the table. Joffrey took a moment to gaze around at his associates. Every one of them, regardless of sex or ethnicity, sat grave faced. They all knew that just one mistake could lead to the loss of everything. Their whole lives gone in an instant if even one of them were discovered.

"You may have heard that the Virus has been leaked into the civilian population." Hunk said coldly. "This is because Operation Trojan Horse has been put into effect."

Those at the table glanced around, wide eyed as they watched the color drained from each other's faces.

Those sons a bitches did it! Joffrey thought. They pushed up the time table! Damn them!

His hand clenched into fists. He had been meant to move his wife out over the weekend, over a month before they were due to begin. By now, it was almost certainly too late.

How dare they…

"A blockade is being set up around Barren City as we speak, all those within the city are now lost to the cause."

Joffrey shook his head. He wouldn't give up on her, but he knew violence wouldn't be the answer. If he were to show any disagreement here, he would be killed for sure. Gravely, he nodded with the rest of them – some more enthusiastic than others.

It was then that the burning red lenses of Agent Hunk's facemask turned onto him. It left Joffrey confused and unnerved, feeling as if those wide red saucers were boring into him, gazing straight through his façade.

"Mr. Joffrey Mitchells, I want you to oversee the eradication of the city."

"You want him to do it!?" One of other executives. "His wife is in the city, even now!"

"I trust that Mr. Mitchells will be objective." Agent Hunk growled. "Or at the very least to realize the consequences of insubordination. Now, are there any more complaints?"

When there was no answer, he nodded. "Good, then Prepare for the Omega subjects."

"B-But how will they be retrieved?" Joffrey asked, a tiny glimmer of hope that he could still save his wife.

"I will retrieve them. Personally."