All characters except Dead Rain and some dead people belong to Capcom. All vehicles in story belong to their respected owners.
"And I want to take you down, but your soul cannot be found.
It doesn't matter much you see, cause your disease is killing me.
And you know its only right cause it feels like paradise.
I know nothing is for free cause your disease is killing me."
Saliva - Your Disease
TC EVOLUTION
1917 Hours
"This is Rain, flying over Raccoon City airspace."
"Copy that, Rain. You should be reaching the destination shortly."
"Roger. I think I can see the- what the hell? Ah, sh… you've got to be fu… idding me…"
"Rain, you're breaking up. Please repeat?"
"...I repeat, I've be...fired at... missile... Impact! I'm losing altitude! I repeat! I'm going..."
"Rain, come in. Rain? Rain!"
2110 Hours
It had been a long day for Leon, although to him it felt more like a month. Fighting through hundreds of parasite-infested cultists all night could take a lot out of you.
I hate my job.
It was worth it, though. His last mission was to rescue the president's daughter, Ashley Graham, and for his success, three million dollars was added to his
bank account-
-I really like this car.-
-And he had already spent a bit of it on his black Corvette C6 Zo6. He let his foot rest a little heavier on the gas than usual.
Leon got to his house at 9:12. Not bothering with the lights, he made his way to his bedroom, grabbed a handful of clothes, and took a long shower. He got
out in jeans and a dark blue tee.
"And I guess that's why they call it the blues..."
Leon's adrenaline spiked as the music floated into the hallway.
What the hell? Music?
Leon didn't remember turning on his stereo, and he definitely didn't remember buying an Elton John CD.
Okay, so someone's in my house. And if they turned on the stereo, that probably means they mean no harm to me. If they wanted to hurt me, they've already had more than enough time to do so.
Leon considered this for a moment.
Screw it. I don't even care anymore.
"Whoever you are, I'm about to go out to eat. If you want to tag along, I'll be waiting in the car." Leon figured this would be sufficient. "Don't break anything." He quickly added, stepping out into the dark night and into his car. As promised, he waited, and right before he decided to leave, the side door opened-
Here we go...
-And Ada Wong, a ghost of the past, stepped into the car.
Leon sighed, shifted into drive and pushed down on the gas, hard. The car furiously jolted and they were off, going down a 30mph street at 70. Ada was almost certainly the last person he had expected to see after last night. Her mysterious appearance in Spain, her thieving of the plaga sample, and now she was here. None of it made sense, and that wasn't good.
"So, Ada? Why are you here? Why do you keep showing up like this?"
"I need your help." She responded.
That's code language for "bad news". There was no doubt that she meant trouble.
Leon brought their speed up to 90.
Ada sighed. "I need to get into Raccoon."
WHAT?!
Suddenly the car was swerving and squealing as Leon slammed on the breaks.
"Mind repeating that? I could have sworn you said you wanted to go to Raccoon. You know, the hell we barely escaped six years ago? The place I thought you had died in?"
"I'm afraid you heard right, Leon." Ada replied, with a hint of humor in her voice. "A helicopter pilot crashed. He was looking into a tip about a recently constructed Post-Umbrella research facility in the heart of the city."
Leon didn't like where this was going. "Raccoon's been off limits since its destruction. It's still not safe, either. The missile launched by the government into the city didn't completely kill off the virus. People on guard at the wall say they can still here the large footsteps of something big in there."
"That's exactly it. What better way to research a virus than at the scene of the incident? Also, you have clearance to get through the wall."
"Damn."
"Oh, c'mon, Leon." Ada teased. "It'll be like old times."
Leon almost wished he knew what she meant by that.
Almost.
2011 Hours
Rain sat up, trying to remember what had happened. He lucked out, only having a slight bruise on his arm and a small headache to complement it. Rain took out his radio, pressing the buttons wearily.
"S 1-9, this is Dead Rain. I am broadcasting on all AM frequencies. My helicopter crashed inside of the Raccoon quarantine zone. If there's anyone out there..." An hour passed with no avail. It looked like he was on his own.
Rain's chopper had been shot down by what he suspected to be a Tyrant. The thing was large - he estimated it to be standing at somewhere between twenty and thirty feet. It also sported a very large rocket launcher which was hefted on its shoulder. The helicopter's tail had been hit and he had jumped out of the spinning tomb onto the roof of a nearby skyscraper shell.
And I'm damn lucky this thing was still standing. If it wasn't...
Don't think like that. This place is a hell, remember? You'll need to be on your toes if you want to survive. Can't change the world if you're dead, can you?
Sage advice. Rain almost turned off his radio when he heard a smooth female voice break through the static.
"Rain, this is Red Shadow. Can you hear me?"
Thank god.
"Affirmative, Red Shadow. Go ahead." Maybe Rain wouldn't be here very long after all.
"What a place to crash, huh? I can help you get out, but you still need to complete your mission. I've also got a separate job for you."
I'll probably regret this later.
"Copy that. What do you need?"
"How much movement have you seen throughout the city? Any vehicles?"
He had in fact seen a vehicle drive up to the helicopter wreckage that was still smoking on the ground below. It was too high an altitude to determine what it was by sight alone, but the engine was unmistakably a Hummer. Aside from the fact that it was there, it didn't surprise him too much; the "roads" were nothing more than broken cement slabs.
"That's an affirmative. I saw a Hummer inspecting what was left of the chopper. It left a moment ago."
"Alright. Find a way down that skyscraper and go three blocks east from your current position. From there you will find a building, probably partially crumbled. There's a resonator inside. I want you to collect that resonator. It was used to monitor Umbrella activity, and it's now transmitting the EXU's work. If you are unable to get it, it must be destroyed. It was in the building that used to be Kendo's Gun Shop."
Sounds pretty much like a shit-job.
"Wilco. Dead Rain out." Rain holstered the radio to his side and walked over to the edge of the building. There was no easy way down from the outside - he'd have to take the stairs, assuming thoseweren't also inaccessible. If those too were out, he was pretty much screwed unless he could find something to use from the rubble.
That probably wouldn't be much of a challenge, either. There was enough shit in this place to make... well, a city.
Maybe I shouldn't have volunteered for this op.
…It's kind of late to have second feelings about this. Quit your complaining and get moving, soldier.
It was getting dark. Rain sighed and turned on his flashlight, starting the descent, climbing over and through all the debris in the stairwell.
