Resident Evil: the organization
Disclaimer: I am not Capcom so I don't own resident evil, I don't own Chris Redfield, Claire Redfield, Albert Wesker, Leon S Kennedy, Ada Wang, Steve Burnside and Tyrant, but I CAN manipulate them in my plot in this fanfic
"So it's finally over" Chris Redfield looked outside helicopter window, Albert Wesker, the man, or monster as he had became, behind everything, is now dead, or at least gone. He looked Jill straight in the face; it has been a long time since he last sees her…
While down below near the volcano, a massive black corpse of the monster that was Wesker suddenly moved, then, it climbed itself onto the land nearby, and then it shed it's black skin, a figure roughly the shape of human revealed underneath, Wesker lived. "My plan of domination and cure had failed me, one last time." Wesker said while walking into his complex, "I rather not tangle with him for the rest of my life, perhaps I shall retire. I am too entangled, damn you."
3 Days later, at a public cemetery,
It rained, a very heavy one just like how Raccoon city was when the incident happened, Chris stood on a desk, and in front of him a crowd of people and a silver casket, but there is nobody inside of it, "Albert Wesker is a great man," He said as though had been forced, "Though he had been double agent for umbrella and plotted against much of order, causing chaos, but he do that to save billions and brought forth a new, and better order, at least of what he believed." Chris paused after that, angered by the praises he was forced to give to his deadliest enemy, "For Christ sakes, Wesker, you plague me all those fu73ing years, and you still hasn't had enough in death." Chris thought as he rips the speech apart and crumbled them in his fist. "You know what, screw it, Wesker is a deceptive son of a b17ch trying to ruin the world for crying out loud!" and walked over to kick the casket, wishing Wesker is really inside of it. "Calm down, Chris, rejoice that he is dead." A cold voice came from behind Chris, it was a young man, dressed in black suit and had light brown long hair parted from the center, "Leon S Kennedy, CIA agent." He raised his gloved hand and shook it with Chris's. "So, you are the Leon that Claire is talking about all the time." "Yes." Leon said walking away, a murderous light shine from his eyes.
Albert Wesker had gone back from his base, he had gone through a plastic surgery and is using computer to erase all his criminal record and set up a new name, "Alexander William Ashford" as he typed the name in and walked out of the café, he erased all his identities, in hope of enjoying the rest of his life in peace, but he recognized another man in the same Café watching over him, What would Leon be thinking? What would he plan? Wesker logged into umbrella net again.
Chris puzzled, why would Leon act so awkwardly towards him, there had be something behind it, he called Claire earlier, no answer. He dozes off drinking his bottle of beer and watching TV like he always does when things became complicated, he admit he hate plots and complicated situations, he had a hell enough of them. Amidst the thunderstorm outside, a doorbell rang, and Chris proceed to answer it, "Who are you?" "Alexander W Ashford." Wesker repeated his new identity with a smile, "Do I know you?" Chris asked again looking at the somewhat familiar face, "Yes you do, you know me very well." Wesker realized he have no need of hiding and squeezes off his blue colored contacts, revealing his eyes, red with a slit for a pupil. "WESKER!" Chris shouted and tried to launch a punch at him, Wesker did not retaliate, instead he said, "I rather not fighting with you just this moment when you squarely killed me three times, however, I am just here to inform you that BSAA is put on charges and would be dismissed from the order of the president, and that there is somebody planning something in an old umbrella facility in Saudi Arabia." "Why are you telling me this, is this a trap of some kind?" "Of course, but not a trap by me I can assure you, why would I be stupid enough to purposelessly release T virus? I launch the Uroboros in a attempt to cure the infections, 92% of people would awoke after being infected unchanged except with immunity against T, G and other form of virus, in fact, it might even make cold and other disease disappear for the future, let's talk more inside." Wesker smiled and walked into Chris's house, "who would imagine the one hero who destroyed me would live in such a pig hole." Wesker joked in his usual sarcastic attitude, "Anyways, I am launching my missile not to infect, but to disinfect." "Then what about the rest of 8%" Chris asked, ten percent is a lot of people. "They became superhuman, like me, or Excella." Hearing the name Excella, Chris gritted his teeth, but 92% to 8%, kill millions in order to save billion themes again. Chris then said, "then what about those thing I fight in on the way." "Oh, failed prototypes, experimentation, it took a lot of tries to get it to the perfect amount," Wesker spoke while reaching his hand into his pocket to pull out the sample, "and besides I need something to stop you with." Then he put it onto the table, "with backing of companies, I managed to produce this, beautiful, isn't it, much better than the T about to be released" Chris was confused, but he knew that the base in middle east had something to do with T virus and it is going to be bad, but he noticed Wesker's eye do have a sincere look, this had to be someone else.
2 days later Dubai, UAE
From what Wesker told him, Chris would have to take information of Umbrella-Saudi Arabia, which would be transported to Dubai, and hopefully there would be information. Chris was a few days early, Wesker bought the ticket and hotel for him to stay and prepare the assault. Getting out the airport with Claire who insisted on going with him, Chris called a cab from nearby. "Burj Al Arab" Chris said, he was surprised his enemy would order a room in one of the most luxurious hotels on earth, but it would also make sense when Wesker is made a billionaire from all the fraud and manipulating, in fact, Wesker is one of the richest mans on earth. The cab soon arrived in front of a gigantic white, sail like structure, Burj Al Arab, the Arabian tower. Chris and Claire wondered through the large hall of the hotel, it is not like anything Chris had seen before, too beautiful, nothing biohazardous about it. The brother and sister then goes into an elevator and onto the 20th floor, then they got to their room, all too leisurely. Chris took out things from his luggage, a set of military clothing, several civilian clothing consist of T shirt and jeans, then busy electronics, and at last, his trusted M9 and the F2000 given to him by Wesker. F2000 is a funky Bullpup auto rifle with a grenade launcher and many modern technologies, all in that 8 pounds. Claire had a much larger bag, filled with stylish and sexy clothing. She also had taken her weapons with her; she had a desert eagle and brought a MP5 in case things gets bad.
And things do get bad, another two days later.
Chris and Claire proceeded toward the location in stealth, the forest outside the city was proven much of a use, and no one had seen them yet. They proceeded to the road Wesker said the information would have gone through, Chris look at his watch, 11:35PM, just another five minute.
And then, there came a group of police cars guarding several black jeeps, a tough convoy. Chris carefully pushed the button, an explosion blown off the first police vehicle, and after that, the rest of cars became tattered. Then Chris zoom his eyes onto his F2000, and shot the driver of the center black jeep through the window, then, he proceeded forth under cover of the shadow. The police set up a formation and stared to shoot randomly, but they all missed. They cannot tell where exactly the assassin might be, not when there is two shooting them dead at different side of the road.
As the confused police keep shooting, Chris signaled Claire to cover him up as he ran to the location of the central car and prepare to open the door, and then, under the cover of the car door, he shot another few police dead. There is only one remaining. "Don't try, the umbrella file will be protected." The last policeman said while taking out a needle and stab it into his neck, "You won't even be alive to do it" The police then suddenly grow into a form of grotesque creature, with tentacles all over his body, which is black and was in the shape of a mantis, with sickle like claw as big as Chris himself.
Chris looked at the creature, and then at the laptop setting in the car next to him, he only needed the file, Chris then signaled Claire to cover him again shooting at the creature and then ran towards the car as fast as he can, The creature was not distracted by Claire, instead, it swing it's claws toward Chris, but Chris avoided it and slide away closer to the car. Then, another swing, Chris slid out the way and grabbed the laptop with his hand, but at the same time, the creature extend his tentacles from his back onto the laptop as well, and then another one onto Chris's feet, and extend his jaw towards Chris's head… "Bang" Chris was saved by a shot from Claire's pistol; it hit the creature right in his eyes, and caused it to release it's grasp and fall onto his own car, and then, an explosion.
Chris and Claire then ran back to their hotel, and then they donned their civilian clothing again. "Hello," Chris answered his phone, it was 1:00 in the morning and Chris was preparing to sleep, who would call on him. "Wesker here." The voice on the other side said, "I heard that you had successfully interfered the information, now, you just have to email it to me and I will tell you your next step." "Okay." Chris turned on the computer and browsed for any info on umbrella and T virus, he then pack them into an RAR file and emailed it to Wesker. And after about thirty minute, a message popped up on the computer screen "The outbreak would happen tomorrow, at 58 miles south of Riyadh, Saudi Arabia, and I speculated the organization is behind this." "What organization?" Chris called back to Wesker. "THE Organization, the one I used to work for." Wesker said turning off his computer, he knew the organization well enough, in every aspect except what are they trying to do. But now, Wesker couldn't care less; he retreated into his resort in Bahamas, and was all too busy relaxing.
WHO IS BEHIND EVERYTHING? WHAT IS THE ORGANIZATION PLANNING TO DO? FIND OUT NEXT ON RESIDENT EVIL: THE ORGANIZTION
Previews: Leon sat at his desk, he opened up the computer and typed in something, something sinister, and looked at Ada, who sat on the table next to him, and smiled.
"Alexander W Ashford, or should I call you Albert Wesker." The agent said. Wesker was surprised that he knew his true identity, "I retreated here, and why are you having anything to do with an old man who is no longer involved in anything." "But the truth is, Albert, you are."
