[Umbrella Security Service (USS). Agent codenamed "HUNK". Onboard Umbrella operated Black hawk helicopter. 19:00PM. Over the Biohazard zone (formerly the city of new Mainford).
HUNK looked out the Black Hawks passenger window and down at the burning city below. With the fire crews all dead or gone there was simply no one left to put the fires out.
And now that the police had been almost completely annihilated the city had descended into utter panic and despair.
The T-virus, G-virus, T-veronica virus and god knows what else had turned the city into hell on earth.
Which was why Umbrella wanted a slice of it.
The mission had been very simple. A freelancer sleeper agent had been employed by Umbrella to spy on a rival bio-company. When the outbreaks in New Mainford had begun, Umbrella's management had decided to extract their freelancer. USS Command had sent a three man team to go get the sleeper agent and bring her back to a secure location.
The team consisted of HUNK (Mission leader) Nikolai Zinoviev (Support) and Lone Wolf (The chopper's pilot).
As expected, HUNK had found her in her office and escorted her to the Chopper. And as expected they were now on their way out of what the US government had declared the "BioHazard Zone" (BHZ).
HUNK Leaned back into his seat as he looked over his comrades. Lone Wolf was in the choppers cockpit, flying the bird. Nikolai was looking out the window on his side of the chopper and grinning to himself. The Freelance agent, named Ada Wong (HUNK doubted that was her real name) was sat on the middle seat between the two USS agents. She was staring at the floor, also grinning. HUNK wondered if she was grinning for the same reason Nikolai was, getting away with murder.
To his irritation, she wore a red dress with stockings and high heels. Highly impractical but HUNK knew her extraction had been last minute, so maybe she hadn't been given the time to change.
HUNK unclipped his helmet and removed it. He then unclipped his airtight gas mask and slid it off his face. The cool air in the cabin soothed his face as he sat back and exhaled.
Yet another successful mission.
He always achieved his objective, always. Even with the odds stacked against him like in Raccoon City a year ago, he had waded through the chaos and death and won the day.
His secret? The mission above all else.
Over his personal safety, over lives of civilians, over his comrade's lives.
Of course this meant that some in the USS hated his guts, but it also meant that others (Including corporate management) had nothing but the utmost respect for him and his abilities.
Lone Wolf, being the only pilot in the USS to transport him on every mission he had taken, appeared to be the only human being with a mixed opinion of him.
During or after a mission in which HUNK was the either only one to make it, or if that mission had a high civilian death rate, Lone Wolf had the habit of sometimes bitterly pointing out HUNK's cold and remorseless methods.
Lone Wolf had also been the one to nickname him "Grim Reaper" and "Mr Death" (Nicknames that everyone in the USS now used). However, during down time at Rockford Island's USS facility, he acted differently.
When in the canteen Lone Wolf would normally sit next to him and they would talk work. In the training area he was HUNKs training partner, testing HUNKs time and endurance.
Personally HUNK didn't care about the opinions of others, but if he had to interact with another human being, he would rather it was Lone Wolf. At least Lone Wolf knew how to talk to him.
Cold, silent, and devoid of human emotion: that was how everyone else saw him, and HUNK didn't entirely disagree with them.
Running his hand through his dark dirty blond hair, HUNK checked the mission clock on his wristwatch. The mission was eight minutes ahead of schedule, not bad.
Wong's eyes lifted and her gaze fell on him. Interest filled her expression as she studied his face and her amused grin turned into a seductive smile. She used her hands to lift herself and slide across the cabin seat toward him. Placing herself right next to him, she crossed her legs and tilted her head playfully.
"Wow, didn't think there was a person under there"
HUNK didn't look at her, not directly anyway. From what he had seen so far, it was obvious that she was an attention seeker by nature and he wasn't about to give her what she wanted.
"We will be in Detroit in three hours Miss Wong" He said without emotion, and turned his head in the opposite direction.
HUNK hoped that his tone and manner give her the clear message that he didn't want to talk to her.
"The strong silent type huh? always liked that in a person" She said in a husky voice.
Under his lips HUNK gritted his teeth. Great, now he had to spend the next three hours with her annoying attempts at flirting. Lone Wolf's voice suddenly spoke from the cockpit.
"You'd have more luck hitting on a zombie Miss Wong"
Nikolai laughed and sat up, turning his attention to his mission team.
"Even a Zombie wants to touch, Grim Reaper here has probably never even hugged another person" the Russian chuckled, voice full of amusement.
HUNK looked out the window again, ignoring them. Mabye if he refused to acknowledge their existence they'd shut up.
"Quite the character then" Miss Wong mused.
Lone Wolf leaned to his side and turned his head to face them from the cockpit.
"Let's just say his not exactly the strong silent type….more like the cold, unfeeling, emotionless type"
"And let's just say our pilot is the thinks-his-funny-smartass type" HUNK snapped, shooting his pilot a cold look.
Lone Wolf just smirked back at him and turned back to his controls.
"Yeah man, love you too" He muttered, though HUNK heard him.
Miss Wong appeared to be enjoying the exchange between them.
"Mmm, cold, emotionless, deadly, I think I like you...Grim Reaper was it?" She smirked up at him playfully, clearly knowing she was annoying him.
HUNK opened his mouth to tell her to shut up.
But the words never came out.
An extremely loud roar and hot air ripped through the cabin. Before any of them could react HUNK and Miss Wong were thrown out of their seat and right into Nikolai. The Russian shouted out as two people smashed into him with brute force.
HUNK tried to get up and get his bearings but gravity didn't let him. Before he knew it he was being thrown onto the other side of the chopper, heavy pieces of equipment bouncing into him. The entire helicopter begun to spin and twist in the air, shaking and throwing its passengers like a dog with its toy.
"I can't hold her! Brace for impact!" HUNK heard Lone Wolf screamed.
"Brace! Brace!"
Another jolt sent Wong flying into HUNK in mid air who in turn slammed into Nikolai again. The three of them hit the ceiling before being swung into the cockpit.
The world went black and silent...
[15 minutes later]
At first there was only darkness and deathly silence.
But after a moment HUNK noticed a red light within the blackness, and the sound of a distant fire raging.
His body pulsed with pain. For a moment HUNK feared he had ripped up his insides or lost a limb. As his senses focused, he found that the red light was actually the emergency lighting on the choppers ceiling. And the sounds of distant fire were coming from outside. He lifted his head and moved his limbs to check for broken bones.
Good, nothing broken.
With dizziness clouding his head, he lifted himself up and used the seat for support. Several drops of blood fell to the floor from his face as he looked down. Nothing he could worry about now.
He looked around. Ada Wong was sitting on the floor with her back against the wall, her hand on her head trying to sooth herself.
Nikolai was lying on his chest with his face resting on its side, he was still out cold.
Lone Wolf was still in his pilot chair, slummed over his controls, he too appeared out cold.
Miss Wong blinked a few times and looked around, trying to get a grip on reality. Finally she looked up at him.
"W-what happened?" she asked in a pained voice.
"Let's find out" HUNK replied with little emotion and walked over to the cockpit, his hand holding his side which burned with pain.
Reaching into the small cockpit, HUNK grabbed Lone Wolf by the collier and pulled him back.
"LW, you alive?" He asked, pulling the pilot's helmet off and removing his mask.
He gently slapped the pilot a few times across the cheeks.
Lone Wolf groaned and opened his hazel eyes. He looked up at HUNK and gritted his teeth.
"This is what I get for flying your sorry ass around, face first into hell" He said with bitterly.
HUNK let him go and turned around.
"Deal with it" He replied.
Turning back to Miss Wong and Nikolai HUNK looked down on them. Wong rolled the Russian onto his back and put her ear next to his mouth, checking for life.
"If he's dead just leave him" HUNK told her.
She shook her head and raised herself.
"He's alive"
HUNK nodded. Lone Wolf pulled himself out of the cockpit and looked them all over.
"We all alive?" he asked.
"For now, what brought us down?" Hunk asked kurtly, they were all still on the job.
Lone Wolf shrugged.
"Not a fucking clue, it wasn't a missile"
Wong looked up at him.
"How do you know that?"
"The SAM alert system would have picked it up, and besides, the choppers bulk is still in one piece, an AA missile would have torn us to shreds"
"EMP?" Wong suggested.
Lone Wolf shook his head.
"The emergency lights would be off if it was EMP" He reasoned.
HUNK walked over to the passenger exit and grabbed the handle. Using all the might he could muster he opened it by nine inches and looked outside. After a moment he turned to Wong and Lone Wolf with a grim look.
"We have a very big problem" He said flatly.
"What?" Wong asked; dread lurking in her brown eyes.
HUNK opened the door all the way and showed them their situation.
They had crashed in a city park. A children's play area and a pond was nearby. In the distance large buildings and towers burnt and the night's air was filled with gunfire, shouts, screams and moaning. HUNK looked at his team.
"We crashed inside the Biohazard zone"
Wong exhaled and shook her head.
"Oh lovely" she whispered.
"We need to get away from here, it's more then likely that civvies, rements of the National guard, the infected, BOWs and god knows what else saw us go down, I personally don't want be here when they start to show up" Lone Wolf stated, and he was right.
HUNK nodded and went over to the Arms locker which had surprisingly stayed shut during the crash.
"If Nikolai doesn't wake up in five minutes then we leave him, get locked and loaded, take food, meds, radios and ammo only"
He opened the locker and pulled out a M4 carbine.
"And begin writing your will" He added coldly.