Disclaimer: I do not one RE/Biohazard OR the Terminator franchise, in whole or in part.

Rating: M (Language, Adult themes, Violence)

Author: TheRightToBeGod – f_, cpt_al_

A Meeting of Red Hues

Chapter 1

Alarms blared with volume and intensity enough to deafen those unused to constant noise, and annoy even those who worked with on a regular basis. Every hallway was lit only by flashing red alarm panels, and details of security guards converged on the west lab entrance, weapons ready. "Fire!" was the very first command from the security captain, once the single man, who had somehow overpowered the guards at the entrance to the small complex, came into view from around a corner down the hall from their heavily-armed group. Flashes of gunfire lit the hall brightly, the clinking of shell casings drowned out by the barrage of shots. Incredibly, their target seemed to jerk back from every impact, but did not stop his advance. Blood was easy to discern even against his dark attire, flowing down from several wounds, but he did not fall or even show signs of pain.

Instead, the unknown assailant coldly came to a halt less than 5 feet away, drew a pistol, and, lacking any sort of expression, began to fire into the group of guards. Nearly a half dozen of them had fallen before the shocked remnants of the team tried to fall back, only to be shot in the back. From his visual perspective, infrared still showed heat signatures coming from the men's bodies, but no active vitals. The "man" continued unimpeded, for a time. Surveillance officers incorrectly took him for some type of BOW, and enacted their next protocol.

The shrill shrieks of a pack of MA-121 Hunters were easily detected by the attacker, who was able to extrapolate that the creatures had split up and were attempting to flank him. The first attack came from his left, the Hunter leaping up and sailing through the air at an optimum angle to decapitate a human target. Though the claws found their mark, they succeeded only in gouging deeply past flesh and tissue, but met unyielding metal. The oddly amusing result was the Hunter, with his left claws trapped in the "man"'s neck, suspended in mid-air, until he reached out and snapped the creature's neck with little more than a twist of his left palm.

Kicking the dead Hunter away from himself, the attacker readied his large-caliber pistol, slapping a full magazine home, then simply turning and firing as the remaining creatures came, each one falling dead from a perfectly-placed headshot. Wordless, utterly without expression, he continued further into the bowels of the laboratory. Reaching the security office, he sized up the reinforced door briefly, before simply beginning to slam his fists into the thick steel, which at first dented, then began to warp from repeated impact. The men inside made panicked sounds and aimed weapons at the collapsing door.

The thick door, which had proved to be only a temporary obstacle, was followed by the comparatively easy task of killing the two men inside. A few moments passed, in which the "man" scanned several consoles before tapping a long and complex set of keystrokes, which was immediately followed by the announcement from an automated female voice, "The self-destruct system has been activated. All personnel, evacuate immediately." The assailant turned back and took position at the central hub to the facility, a location where any and every employee making his or her escape would have no choice but to pass through. Here, the real massacre began.

After shooting, snapping numerous researchers' necks, and otherwise disposing of the lab staff, the "man" at last moved to leave himself, directly out the front door, which led to an elevator that took him up to a nondescript tin shack in the Mojave. Stepping out, he walked to his car, which had been left running, shifted into gear, and sped away, idly glancing to the rearview mirror as the ball of flame and debris illuminated the desert night.

***

Albert Wesker sat in his padded command chair, tapping keys at the end of one arm rest as he reviewed the remote digital backups from Mojave Lab # 2. A single attacker, 100% fatalities, all materials and research destroyed. To his cool, analytical mind, this simply did not add up. Even an entire pack of Hunters had completely failed to so much as obstruct this man's path of destruction. The man had no matches in any database, criminal or otherwise. Wesker removed his sunglasses and rubbed at his eyes for a few moments before a series of beeps drew his attention back to one of his pseudo-holographic displays. A remaining surveillance camera, concealed within a pile of craggy rocks overlooking where the lab entrance had once stood, had detected three figures, 2 female and 1 male at the location.

Wesker zoomed in, enhancing the image with a few idle keystrokes. One of the females seemed to be in her 30s, while the other and the male both appeared adolescent. The two females were armed, and had the young man flanked. Wesker raised an eyebrow, "What have we here?" He hardly figured that these three were related to the attack, since they were not in the footage and the attacker was not only seemingly unstoppable on his own, but clearly had known all he needed to destroy the lab. Still, these people might be able to tell him something, nonetheless. Wesker left his office, and descended a few levels to the "subway", which was in fact a network of high-speed bullet trains that allowed rapid transit between his headquarters and any of the outlying facilities. He boarded the one that would deposit him very near to the area were Mojave #2 had once been, and developed a strategy during his ride.

Cameron scanned the horizon, her eyes seeming to the outside observer as if they were darting randomly over terrain features. Sarah finally broke the silence, "Well, anything?" Cameron turned to face Sarah and shook her head simply, "There was a triple-8 here, but it's been gone for at least 4 hours." Sarah quirked an eyebrow, "How can you tell that?" Cameron reached down, touching a dark maroon spot and pointing to several others in the sand, "Artificial blood. Probably from the early morning hours, but well-dried now." John glanced around, then faced his mother, "Well, now what? Sit around and wait for the cops or FBI to show up and investigate this crater? The machine accomplished his mission already..." John was cut off by a fourth voice, once that was faintly accented and flowed in a sophisticated manner, "There will be no law enforcement involved. This is private property. And you three are trespassing."

Wesker walked along, booted feet crunching the sand as he spoke. He was silently glad he had already been in his tactical clothing and not something formal; it would be a crime to ruin a good suit. The small group before him were dressed in typical civilian attire, and aside from carrying weapons, looked like normal folk off the street. Aside from the younger female, that is. She seemed to regard Wesker with at least as cold a demeanor as he tended to hold toward others. The older female spoke up, "Who are you?" and she turned to face him, shifting her stance, he knew well, to be able to fire at him quickly if necessary. Wesker smirked faintly, "The owner, obviously. I'll ask the questions, miss...?"

Sarah started to answer, but hesitated a bit. Something was off about this man. He didn't seem to be a machine, but hardly seemed to give off a completely human vibe either. She did answer, though, "Sarah Baum." Now what? she thought. Explain that there was a reference to an explosion in the Mojave, written in blood, by a dying man from the future, on one of my basement walls? The man bowed his head, and offered his own, "Albert Wesker. Perhaps you'd care to explain what, exactly, you're doing on my land. And, if you know anything, as I believe you do, about the man who destroyed my...facility here last night, I'd strongly advise you to explain that as well."

Cameron eyed the man carefully, her scans coming up with a fairly weak infrared reading of his core temperature. By human standards, he should be dead or dying of extreme hypothermia. When a more threatening tone entered his voice, she became alert to his actions. The man then drew a handgun, at which she reacted by moving toward him and grasping his wrist, applying pressure to force him to drop it. Instead, however, she found herself on her back in the sand nearly 20 feet away. The man had struck her in the lower torso with sufficient force to have snapped a human's spinal column. As Cameron began to pick herself up, Sarah placed herself between Wesker and John and began to fire at him.

Wesker had not taken kindly to the young female's sudden attempt to cause him pain, and so had thrust-punched her away from him at about half-force. He was hardly surprised when she started to pick herself up, but he had been surprised when he had hit her. Metal? As the questions began to form, the woman, Sarah, started firing at him. He shifted his position left, then right, then left, impossibly fast for her to track, then snatched the Glock from Sarah's firm grip, "Just what the hell do you think you're doing? Trespassing, then assault with a deadly weapon? The law states that I'd be within my rights to kill and perhaps bury all three of you where you stand."

John was dumbfounded when, as his mother opened fire on Wesker, he seemed to blur from side to side until he had disarmed her. He turned back to Cameron, who had retaken her feet and began to advance on Wesker a second time, "Wait. Just...wait." Then he returned his attention to Wesker, "Mr. Wesker, right? Look, all we know is that someone was going to cause an explosion in this general area. It was a...clue. A warning, that something bigger would follow, probably. We're just trying to figure out the big picture." Sarah had been looking back at him, her expression practically stating shut up, but he got it all out.

Wesker listened to the young man, but kept an eye on the girl, if she could be called that. "I see. The big picture, my young friend, is that a single man stormed into my facility here, killed the entire security force along with every employee, and destroyed the building." The girl spoke for the first time since Wesker had come within earshot a few minutes prior, "It was not a man. It was a T-888." It was the girl's turn to invite a glare from Sarah, but she ignored it. Wesker crossed his arms, still holding Sarah's Glock in one hand and his own USP in the other, "A what?" Cameron elaborated, "A Model T-888, 110 Series. A cybernetic organism, circa 2027 AD. It was programmed to target your facility, and may have more mission objectives left to complete. In all likelihood...it is here to kill you, as well."