Since i'm a crazy SOB, I decided to redo the first chapter of my Sequel to a Different Tale. I've modified and extended these entries and made sure everything sounded right to me. Have fun reading.
Chapter 1: Time Skip.
December 19th, 2002:
It's funny to think that it's been four years since I left The Corporation known to the public as Umbrella Incorporated, a corporation known for their Pharmaceuticals, computer technology, and other breakthroughs for that time. Though under their clever guise as a pharmaceutical conglomerate, lie their true intentions. Umbrella was a prominent figure in the research on Biological Organic weapons, or B.O.W.s. The Incident that befell Raccoon City would prove to be the beginning of the end for Umbrella. Following the mansion incident a few months prior, William Birkin had been plotting to sell his research of the G-Virus, his greatest creation, to the US government in exchange for absolvement from facing charges when Umbrella fell. Umbrella sent a squad of Umbrella Secret Service members to detain or kill Birkin, and Collect samples of the G-Virus. During the confrontation, Birkin was mortally wounded, while the soldiers took the samples of his life's work he'd been planning to present to the government. To avoid the inevitable, he injected himself with a hidden sample of the G-Virus, transforming him into a B.O.W. He went on a rampage, killing all but one of the soldiers and releasing the volatile T-Virus into the sewer, where rats infected with the virus began spreading the mutagen throughout the entire city. In just a short time, the entire city erupted into chaos. The city's police for tried to quell the supposed " Riots" but their efforts had little affect. To try and keep things from spiraling out of control, Umbrella dispatched their armed forces, The Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service, or U.B.C.S. as the United States army quarantined the town. Even Umbrella's trained soldiers were mercilessly cut down by the result of their employer's research. As the situation was reaching critical proportions, Umbrella proposed a plan to the US Government to bomb Raccoon City, to prevent further exposure of the T-Virus beyond the city. Early October 1st 1998, The US launched a tactical warhead at the city, eradicating what was once the home of over 100,000 residents, many of whom worked for their condemner. Almost immediately after the incident, the world governments began an indefinite investigation of Umbrella's affairs, as well as those of the Global Pharmaceutical Consortium. From the incident, only a small percentage of the original populous or other persons inside the city during that time managed to escape or survive the incident. The following, Jill Valentine, Carlos Olivera, Leon S. Kennedy, Claire Redfield, Sherry Birkin, Kevin Ryman, Mark Wilkins, David King, George Hamilton, Jim Chapman, Yoko Suzuki, Alyssa Ashcroft, Cindy Lennox, a small percentage of regular civilians, several of Umbrella's personnel, and myself.
Only an estimated 4 percent of the population managed to escape the city, nothing compared to the near 100,000 who were killed or infected. After some extensive research, I learned that another, unknown person had escaped the city. A U.S.S. Soldier called H.U.N.K., who'd been the only soldier to survive the mission to collect the G-virus samples. A few months later while Claire and myself had left for Europe to find her brother Chris, Leon, now working for the US government, sent Agent Ark Thompson to Sheena Island, an Island town under the funding of Umbrella, also home to a tyrant plant. Like Raccoon, the Island became another biohazard zone, instigated by Umbrella. Ark, suffering from temporary amnesia, managed to rescue Lily and Lott Klein, two children whose parents died during the outbreak, destroy the factory, and once again impede Umbrella's viral experiments. After these incidents, Umbrella began consolidating its remaining resources in an attempt to keep the company from dissolving. In July 2002, Agent Leon S. Kennedy was dispatched to the village of Mixcoatl in Amparo, Brazil, with US SOCOM agent Jack Krauser, to investigate and arrest the famed Drug lord and De-facto ruler of the region, Javier Hidalgo. During the mission, The two came across the village they were supposed to meet their guide in infected with the T-Virus, and Manuela Hidalgo, Javier's daughter, who had escaped her father's mansion due to the experiments he had been involved in. They soon discovered that Manuela had been infected with the T-Veronica virus, due to a terminal disease indigenous to the region, which the virus had been utilized to keep her alive. Unlike her mother, who'd been transformed by the virus into a B.O.W, Manuela managed to not suffer any apparent negative side affects of the virus in her body, due to having her organs transplanted regularly. Javier, in desperation, assimilated with a large plant infected with the virus, becoming a large monster. After being defeated by Leon, Krauser and Manuela, who used her powers gained by the Veronica virus, the three returned to the states, where Manuela was placed under government custody. Soon after, en route to Krauser's barracks to collect his belongings before being officially discharged from service due to his injury during the mission, a bomb detonated inside the helicopter, apparently due to a terrorist plot. Krauser supposedly died in the crash. Lately Umbrella has been having severe fund shortages, due to plunging stock prices, continuing loss of support and the destruction or closing down of their facilities. Umbrella's last major stronghold is located in the Caucasus Mountain region in northern Russia. Rumor has it that the Russian Facility, under former Soviet Colonel Sergei Vladimir, has been developing a new Bioweapon, far stronger than previously faced to return Umbrella to power. Until the rumor is confirmed or denied, a raid on the facility is, for now, impossible. Even if the rumor of an ultimate Bioweapon are true, Umbrella's time is steadily running out. Soon, all of our efforts will end their reign of terror and destruction.
February 16th, 2003:
After confirming the rumors about the new bioweapon, Chris and Jill were chosen to lead a NATO strike team to infiltrate the Russian facility, neutralize the B.O.W. and clear the base for UN officials to analyze Umbrella's research data. They'd left a short while ago, and the operation was to begin at 6pm, Russian time. From what I've heard about the rumors, this Bioweapon could rip apart that entire strike team without any effort. Hopefully Chris and Jill have luck on their side, cause that's all that'll save them where they're going.
February 18th, 2003:
After a day of initial silence, Chris and Jill managed to return contact with the Commander of the mission at the mission HQ. Once they arrived, they explained in excruciating detail the horrors that befell the facility. From what they could gather, the Facility head, Sergei Vladimir, had released the T-Virus inside the facility, turning the staff workers into the undead, and released the specimens inside. The B.O.W. turned out to be an experimental tyrant, codenamed T.A.L.O.S, or Tyrant-Armored Lethal Organic System. Of the original 40 soldiers plus the two former S.T.A.R.S. members, only a dozen soldiers survived. Despite the losses, we're glad that the facility is now under the close scrutiny of the UN, and at present being cleared by soldiers specially trained for the conditions. These events now spell Umbrella's End. There are three things that bother me. The fact that Chris and Jill discovered Sergei dead in his office and many spent 9 millimeter casings, The fact that the U.M.F. -013 had been both copied and wiped, indicating that another person had confronted Sergei, copied the information then wiped the mainframe clean, and the fate of the world after Umbrella's downfall, and the threat Umbrella's Bioweapons could pose to unstable regions in South America, the Middle East and Africa.
March 29th, 2003:
At the Umbrella trial, held in the US supreme court, Testimonies from prominent former employee's such as Yoko Suzuki, and survivors of Umbrella Bio Terror incidents such as Ark Thompson and US-STRATCOM member Bruce McGivern, who'd been involved with the investigation of the cruise ship the Spencer Rain, along with an anonymous package with damning evidence of Umbrella's activities, officially ended the company's chance of survival. At the conclusion of the trial, The United Nations would begin operations to organize a manhunt for fugitive Umbrella Founder, Ozwell E. Spencer.
May 17th, 2003:
Since the end of Umbrella, life's gotten back to normal. Chris finally worked up the courage to propose to Jill, and after informing the others, began planning for their wedding. They proposed to have an outdoor wedding in the area where Raccoon City had once been. During the wedding reception, there had been a slightly hilarious incident where Leon had fell, accidentally throwing the cake knife in his hand at the wall, inches away from Claire's face. The knee to the crotch made Chris realize that not making Leon the best man a smart move, considering that he would've been speaking in a voice audible only to dogs. During the reception I also got to meet the infamous cat burglar, Richard Valentine. Jill's father had been an enthusiast in the theft of rare or coveted jewels, as well as someone who took daring heists to push his skills and expertise. For the remainder of his time as a thief, Jill had been his accomplice, until the two had been arrested trying to steal the hope diamond, a rare jewel that currently resided inside the Smithsonian in Washington, DC. To keep his daughter out of jail, Richard proposed a plea bargain. For a heightened sentence, Jill could go free, provided she take up work at the Raccoon City police department as part of a community service agreement. This also provided a chance for Jill to steer off from her old thieving ways. After the festivities, Chris asked for silence, for remembrance of the citizens of Raccoon City who lost their lives. After the remembrance, the small group of our friends and a few others stayed behind to remember the close friends or family lost in the outbreak. After most everyone else had left, Including Chris and Jill who were on a plane trip to Hawaii for their honeymoon, I had been outside, sitting in a small folding chair tending a small fire. Leon had come outside from the camper he and Claire had rented, and took a seat next to me.
" So how have you been?" He asked, tossing a small log into the fire.
" Fine. I've been wondering. Even though Umbrella is gone, their viral legacy could continue to spread, this virus ending up on the black market and into the hands of terrorists." I answered.
" Umbrella's virus' are likely coveted by extremists who want to show the world their power and destruction. In any case, the world is becoming more prepared for these occurrences. If Bioterrorism does become an issue, the world governments should be prepared to face this opposition." Leon said.
" I guess your right. Well, I'll let the fire snuff out and I'll head to bed." Dante said.
" Alright. Night." Leon said. I let the fire burn out, then went to sleep.
August 3rd 2003:
After Chris and Jill's wedding I'd hoped that my life would hit a slow phase. I guess I asked too much, considering the following week after Chris and Jill returned, Leon had proposed to Claire. Chris had been a little less than happy, but Jill and myself weren't very surprised. We knew that it was bound to happen. After exchanging vows, the two kissed. During the reception I slipped out the back for some peace and quiet. Unfortunately, it was a bad move. Some one in a black trench coat approached me, handed me a cellphone, then walked away. I stared at the object for a few moments, then heard it ring. I opened it, and immediately wished I hadn't.
" Hello Dante. Tis a pleasure to hear from you again after so long." a very familiar voice said.
" I find this conversation to be more of a nightmare, Wesker." I said, placing emphasis on his name.
" Ah, but this nightmare is very real. I just wanted to let you know that I'm well, and that if you value your life, you and your friends will stay out of my business." Wesker said.
" I'd consider it, but I, nor my friends take offers from scumbags like you." I said.
" Then I suggest you watch your back in the future. Also, I wanted to…." Wesker started, the line disconnecting as I crushed the phone in my palm. I threw the remains of the phone into a nearby river, and walked back inside, managing to disguise the look of anger that had been on my face. I'm still wondering what he was going to say, but I've decided it probably had been more of Wesker's nonsense.
August 29th, 2004
Hard to believe that it's been six years since I defected from Umbrella. Leon's continued with his job with the government, Chris and Jill are now Sergeants in the Washington Police Force, Barry had been working with a famed gunsmith at his shop, Billy and Rebecca had moved in together, Rebecca working at the Medical Center and Billy working as a mechanic. Most of the other survivors from Raccoon had moved around the country, keeping in touch with the group. Many of them had gone back to the same profession they'd worked at before the incident, such as Kevin in Miami as a Law Enforcement officer and George as a surgeon, but Mark had decided to work as a carpenter, to distance himself from violence, and Yoko, who'd taken a job in financing. Although Leon's talk a while back had somewhat put me at ease, my more recent chat with Wesker has since then kept me on edge. Since then, I always leave the house with my Colt Handguns, favorites from my past. I recently started working at a local 7/11 to put my mind off of everything I've been thinking about. When I started working there, I learned that my friend, Jacob Black, had also started working at the same store when I started. He'd taken the job because he needed some extra money before heading to college and to buy his own car, a Black Honda Civic one of his friends had for a deal. Of course, today wasn't very good in my opinion. And to think that my day started out normal at the store.
10:45am
" Hey Dante, you been hearing about that string of bank robberies lately." Jake asked, stocking another 30 pack of Coors light into one of the coolers.
" Five men in black clothing, ski masks, armed with assault weapons, no deaths thus far surprisingly. Yeah, kinda hard to miss." I said, handing a customer a pack of cigarettes and a couple of lottery tickets.
" That'll be $7.66." I said, placing the money in the register. He walked out, and Jake walked back up to the counter.
" Here. Let me take the register. It's kinda cold over there." Jake said. He was one of the few people I knew who didn't know of my past, especially my unwilling trip to the Antarctic.
" Sure. Just don't mess up. I don't want to get blamed for anything I didn't do." I said, walking towards the back.
" Don't worry, I'll behave." Jake said. After a half hour of restocking the coolers and shelves, our manager, Dave, had walked in carrying a paper bag.
" Dante, you got a second." Dave said. I put down the box of store items and walked to the counter.
" Yeah Dave?" I asked.
" I have some calls to make, so can you take this to the bank and deposit it?" Dave asked, giving me a bag and a slip.
" Sure." I said.
" Take it to the Washington First National bank on 1st street. Give them the note and the money and you can come back." Dave said.
" Ok. I'll be back soon." I said. I walked out to the employee parking lot and got inside my black with white stripes Ford Mustang Cobra II. A few months back Chris had spotted the car and after some close inspection, left the lot with it. The car got excellent mileage, and had been in great condition. I started it up, and drove onto the thruway. About 20 minutes later, I found the bank, and parked my car close to the door. I walked inside and walked to the teller desk behind one of the marble pillars that supported the roof.
" Hello, are you here to withdraw or deposit?" The woman asked. I handed her the slip Dave gave me, then inspected the contents of the paper bag. She called for someone to place the money into a lock box, then started writing out a slip to confirm the deposit. I looked towards the door, and near the street saw a black Chevy G20 Conversion Van stop in front of the bank. The doors opened up and five men, Three armed with IMI Tavor TAR-21 carbines and two more armed with classic AK-47s walked towards the door.
" Ma'am, Get down." I said, drawing my handguns from my jacket. The teller looked at me shocked for a moment, when I pointed at the door the gunmen were closing in on. She nodded quickly, told the other patrons, then waited for them to enter the building. I hid behind the pillar, and waited to hear that clichéd movie line.
" This is a robbery, everyone on the ground, now!" One of the gunmen called, holding his weapon menacingly.
" As fun as that sounds, I think I'll pass!" I said, spinning out from behind the pillar, firing my handguns at the gunmen. One of the men went down, two bullets to the leg and shoulder, while the remaining gunmen returned fire. I dove behind another pillar, quickly reloading my weapons. I stood up again, continuing my onslaught, making the gunmen retreat to their getaway vehicle. I fired a few more shots, injuring a second gunman and blowing out the front rear tire. The car sped off, as I quickly memorized the license plate number. I pulled out my cellphone, and hit speed dial. Seconds later, the phone picked up.
" Dante, what is it?" Chris asked.
" There's a Black Chevy G20 Conversion Van headed south on 1st street towards the freeway. Five gunmen, two injured, license plate ANU3956. They tried and failed to rob a bank, be advised they're heavily armed." I said quickly.
" Gotcha, heading there now." Chris said, ending the call. Seconds later two security guards walked towards me, holding their weapons at me.
" I hope you aren't thinking of shooting the man who stopped the robbery, are you?" I said. They lowered their weapon, and I walked back inside. I saw that a few of the teller stations had been riddled with bullet holes, and the two marble pillars I'd hidden behind had several small chunks blown off. I walked over to the desk where the teller gave me the deposit slip.
" Thanks for the help." She said.
" Sorry about the mess." I said, tossing a few hundreds on the desk. I walked to my car, and turned on the radio.
" …. Currently there is a car chase in progress. The suspects are part of the infamous street gang Mark's misfits, the suspects in the vehicle are thought to be high ranking members of the group. Police are currently on their tail, and will most likely apprehend these vile criminals, and end their robbery spree once and for all." The radio broadcaster announced. I turned of the radio and chuckled slightly.
" Just my luck. The one time I go to the bank for my boss, I end up aiding the police in the capture of armed felons." I said to myself as I pulled out of the bank. As I stopped in the parking lot, I saw Jake taking a couple of bags out of the store, throwing them into the dumpster out back.
" Hey Jake. The news say anything more on that string of bank robberies." I asked, waiting for him to walk back towards the door.
" They said that there would be a breaking news story about it at 1 o clock, why?" Jake asked.
" Someone told me that it would be very interesting." I said. I walked back inside and handed Dave, who'd been at the register, the deposit slip from the bank.
" I hope that nothing happened to you. I heard those bank robbers tried to rob another bank today. They didn't say which one though." Dave said.
" As you can see, not a single penny was unaccounted for." I said.
" Here, take the register. I need to go over some things in my office. Dave said, whistling a classic war tune. I waited at the register, Glancing at the TV, when I heard someone walk inside. I turned, and saw Chris and Jill, waving as they walked towards the cooler for a couple of red bulls.
" Hey Dante, how's work?" Chris asked, placing the drinks on the counter.
" Good. Hey look there." I said, pointing to the TV.
" Breaking news story. This is Margaret Polonsky at the Washington First National bank, where a robbery had been foiled by an unknown individual. Ma'am, can you tell us the details?"
" Yes. The man had come in to deposit some money, saw the criminals pile out of the van, drew two weapons, and waited behind the pillar. When the criminals announced themselves, he fired. Everyone else in the building took cover as the man confronted the criminals. From what I could see, two had been injured as they retreated. He called someone, presumably about the robbers, walked back inside, grabbed the deposit slip, and said " Sorry about the mess." as he tossed a few hundred dollar bills on the desk. Then he left." The teller said.
" Dante, that person they're talking about wouldn't happen to be you, would it?" Jill said, giving me the money for the drinks.
" I think it might have been someone who didn't want their boss' money to get stolen by a bunch of thugs." Dante said with a wink. The two nodded, and grabbed the drinks.
" Let us know if you hear anything about that mysterious man." Chris said, as he and Jill had walked out of the store.
" Wow, that was crazy. Did you see the guy?" Jake said.
" Kind of hard not to while watching him fire at a bunch of thugs armed with assault rifles. Kind of cool. Couldn't get much of a look. Kinda worried about getting shot there." I said, keeping the truth a secret. I didn't need anymore unwanted attention than necessary. The rest of the day had been uneventful, when Mark and Jason came in, taking over for the night shift. I threw about five bucks on the counter, then walked to the counter, grabbing out a couple of bottles of mountain dew. I threw one to Jake, who took a swig as we walked to my car.
" Hey Dante, I've been wondering for awhile now. I've been hearing that Bioterrorism has become a real problem in the middle east and the surrounding regions. I wonder why people would resort to that kind of thing? In any case, I hope that nothing that bad happens here." He said. He had been my age when the Raccoon Incident had happened. Many younger people like him at the time had mostly forgotten about it. He was better off that way. I opened my soda, and took a long drink.
" Your not thirsty, are you?" Jake said.
" Throat's a bit dry. How you doing on your college and car problem?" I asked.
" College is settled, and only a few thousand more will net me enough for the car, license plates and about year's worth of insurance payments." Jake said.
" Cool. Find something good on the radio." I said, turning onto the highway. After some channel surfing, he found a rock station, where the song "Highway to Hell", had started playing.
" Hey Jake, you notice how ironic this is?" I said.
" Oh yeah." He said as we laughed. About another ten minutes later we turned off the highway into a small suburb. I stopped in the middle of a Cul-De-sac in front of a dark blue house, Jake's home. He grabbed his drink and bag, and climbed out.
" See you tomorrow?" Jake said.
" Maybe. Not sure. Talk to you later." I said, driving away. When I got home, I unlocked the door, threw my coat on the coat rack, and walked into the kitchen. I grabbed out a fry pan, and two burgers from the freezer. After the burgers were nearly cooked, I placed a couple pieces of cheese on them, turned off the burner, and grabbed out two buns, ketchup, dill pickles, a slice of tomato and lettuce, made up a couple of burgers. After eating I placed the plate in the sink, grabbed my half empty bottle of mountain dew and walked into the living room. As I was about to sit down, the phone started ringing. I picked it up, and placed the receiver to my ear.
" Hello?" I said.
" It's me, Leon, Dante, good your home. I'm coming by soon. Do you mind?" Leon asked.
" Not at all, why?" I responded.
" Can't say now. I'll tell you when I get there." Leon said.
" Gotcha. See you soon. I said, hanging up. I sat back down, finished my soda, and started watching the news. About half an hour later, I heard knocking at the door. I opened it, and saw Leon wearing a brown leather bomber jacket Claire had gotten him a few months back. I let him come inside, as he walked towards the kitchen, taking a seat in one of the chairs. I sat down and waited for him to speak.
" Alright, here's why I called. Two weeks ago we learned that Ashley Graham, daughter of President Michael Graham, had been kidnapped while returning home from a college trip to Europe. Intel states that someone matching the president's daughter's description had been seen in a small village in the rural part of northern Spain. I'm telling you this because I'm going to be deployed to find her. I was hoping you could be my partner for the mission.
" Does Claire know about this?" I asked.
" She's known since this morning when I got the news. She wanted to be my partner on the mission, but her superiors in Terrasave need her to go on some goodwill campaigning in Southeast Asia for warning the local governments about the rising threat of Bioterrorism. She wouldn't be back in the states until late next week. Your the only one with enough experience I could count on to get on such short notice.
" When are you supposed to be deployed?" I asked.
" Tomorrow. The mission starts when we rendezvous with a pair of local law enforcement officers who'll act as our guides.
" Though it's sudden, I'll help you. It's not right to deny your help. It doesn't sound too difficult." I said.
And like that, I'd become an honorary agent of the US government. I'd told Chris and Jill the situation, and got their approval. I decided to make sure I had everything I'd need for this mission. Though it seemed like a pretty straightforward assignment, I'm still going in with some extra firepower. Something's telling me that this mission isn't as simple at it looks. And knowing Leon and I, we'll find out the hard way. Well, If push comes to shove, I'll make it very clear to them that i'm now someone to mess with. Hopefully, this won't be my last entry.
That's my take on the Resident Evil Storyline thus far. Stay tuned for Chapter 2: Where's everyone going, bingo?