Resident Evil: Trial by fury
DISCLAIMER. I do not own or claim to own ANY of the characters locations or events, pretaining to the Resident Evil games, novels, or movies, or anything involved with them. They rightfully belong to Capcom. I do however, rightfully own the characters "Man in red, 701 squad, and any other characters found in this fanfic only. They are purely fictious as are the events in this story, and any similarities to any person or event fictious or non-fictious, is purely accidental and coincidential.
Chapter 1
The streets of Scicily were littered with people on a Saturday morning. Many of the market places were in full swing, As hoards of people scrambled about preparing for the customary family gatherings that usually took place Sunday after mass. The smell of fresh wines was lingering over the town square. And many hides of cured pork were hung in the display windows of butchers shops. It was a routine occassion, that the family oriented Italians always approached with renewed vigour each week. Many children played stickball and soccer in the streets. As the elderly nana's and middle aged mothers browsed for some fresh spices, and prepared for their joyous feasts.
In a small corner espresso shop, sat a larger man. He was well built and nearing his 50's. His face was ruggedly handsome, and his eyes told many stories of his wealth of experiences, 99 percent of people would never see in their lifetime. He raised his porceline cup to his lips, and took a small sip of the bitter coffee inside. He released a content sigh, as his gaze poured over the front page of the local newspaper. "ISREALI PRIME MINISTER AND ISLAMIC CLERICS SCHEDULED TO SIGN PEACE PACT"
It finally seemed, that since Umbrella has went bankrupt 2 years ago. That the world can now focus on the more important issues at hand. He reached down for his pack of cigarettes, and popped one between his lips. Before lighting it with his brass lighter, that his dear friend Chris gave him 6 years ago. He sat their for a long moment with his eyes shut.. Taking a long flavourful drag. The bright sun beat down upon his face, as he reclined in his chair. His thoughts trailed back to his wife and family... He has been divourced now for 3 years. And his daughters are now in their teens. He has visiting rights with them usually every other week. However... His ex wife received custody of their children. He decided to take a vacation. And their mother would not allow his daughters to go with him.
His thoughts came to a premature end when his cell phone rang. He reached onto the table and grabbed the silver coloured device. Checking the number it was unidentified. He flipped it open and held it to his ear. "This is Barry." There was a long pause on the the other end. Barry, expected he was getting bad reception and asked. "Hello?" An electonicly scrambled voice then answered. "Mr Burton. Your'e a target... You must leave that area immediatly." Confused, Barry raised his voice slightly in retort. "Who is this?" The other line went dead...
Barry sat upright and looked around the area. Nothing seemed to be out of the blue. But then, he noticed a bit of movement on the rooftop of the adjacent building. A small, red, targeting beam then trailed over the glass tabletop, Heading towards Barry. His reflexes immeadiatly kicking in. He dove through the large, open door way to the coffee shop to his right. As fully automatic gun fire erupted, Tearing the table to thousands of tiny shards. As a few stray bullets plugged into the man that was sitting behind him. The crowd erupted into panic. Many people dropping their goods and fleeing, others searching for their children and friends amidst the chaos.
Barry instinctively reached under his left armpit, only to realize his magnum and other equipment were back in his New York apartment. "DAMN!" Barry cursed to himself.He glanced about the small shop, Notcing a few tables and chairs, and an older man behind the counter top in complete shock, before taking note of the door way to the right of the counter. The shopkeeper ducked down behind the oak bar and started crying in fright. Barry quickly made a dash for the door, which led to a set of wooden stairs. He quickly scampered up the stairs to another wooden door. However it was kept shut with a padlock. He headed back halfway down the stairs to the landing, And looked to his left. A red fire ax was suspended on hinges. He quickly grabbed the potential weapon, and rushed back upstairs. Cranking his arm back And whipping the blade forward. Snapping the lock in one good strike.
He stepped inside the room and shut the door behind him.. Immeadiatly diving low to the ground keeping out of sight from the windows. Taking a quick glance around. He noticed many bags of coffee beans, some old coffee grinder parts and other knicknacks strewn about in a careless manner. Most of the screaming stopped by now. For the town square was almost completely empty. Barry then crawled on his belly towards one of the windows. Pushing himself up slowly to his knees he carefully checked the surrounding area...
4 men dressed in black tactical vests and ski masks, rappelled down the sides of two adjacent buildings. Most likely sniper teams. A blue Hummer made it's way up the center street at about 85 mph, towards the coffee shop, before scrreching to a halt about 200 feet away from the entrance. The sniper teams made it to the ground and ran over to the vehicle in a flanking guard position. 3 more men dressed in black and ski masks stepped out of the vehicle. Each bearing MP5 submachine guns and frag grenades.
Finally a man dressed differently then the rest exited out of the front passenger side. He was about 6"2 and a medium build. He wore a blood red trench coat, and Aviator shades. He seemed to be in his mid thirties, and his body language suggested he was very laid back. He spit out a cigarette filter and ground it out with the heel of his black combat boots, before running his fingers through his semi long brown hair, parted down the center and the tips gelled into many locks that hung about his cheek. Strangely.. The man did not appear to be armed. One of the snipers walked over to the man and stood at attention, before delivering his report.
"Sir... Wev'e cornered the target inside. He hasn't made a move since initial contact." The man in red turned to his subourdinate and smirked slightly. "Alright... Lets go inside after him. Have Briggs and Gant remain outside. The rest of you on me." The red clad man stated with a deep voiced, Irish accent. 3 soldiers walked behind the man, and 1 soldier to each of his flanks, as they marched toward the cafe'. Barry ducked back down and scanned the area for any tactical advantage he could think of. "I gotta do this real quiet... Otherwise those gun toting hip gangesters outside will start cooking pineapples." Barry then took a second glance at the bags of coffee beans and planned his move.
The soldiers waltzed in through the 8 foot wide doorway, and looked over to the counter. The sounds of a quiet sobbing could be heard from behind. The red clad man looked over to one of his flank troops and nodded towards the counter. "Come out of there and indentify yourself!" Declared one of the soldiers sternly. Slight shuffling was heard, and a skinny balding man dressed in a stripped shirt and soiled apron stood up slowly. "I am Bartelle... The owner of this store... Pl- please don't hurt me." Whimpered the shaken man through an Italian accent.
The man in red stepped forward and stared at the man from behind his glasses. "Well Bartelle... My name is Jerhico, and I have no intention to harm you. I just want to ask you something... There was a larger man about your age that entered this store right before the attack yes?" Bartelle looked down clearly intimidated, and nodded his head nervously. Jerhico smirked and continued.
"Excellent.. Your doing very well. Now where did he go exactly?" The man hesitated a moment, But then tilted his head towards the door on his left. The posse immeadiatly started to walk in the appointed direction, but, Bartelle made a sudden reach for an object under the counter. Jerhico, however, was much quicker than the elderly man. In the blink of an eye without even so much as turning his head to see what the man was doing, his left arm was outstretched towards the poor shopkeeper, and a Desert Eagle .50 calibur pistol slide out of his sleeve into his hand in an instant. The shot was heard for hundreds of yards around, As the bullet pierced Bartelle's forehead and exited out the back. Spraying Shards of skull and brain matter all over the coffee pots.
His corpse slumped back against the mixtures and machinery and finally crumpled to the floor, his shotgun still stuck in his grasp. Jerhico then lowered his weapon. His gaze still focused upon the doorway in front of him. "Bad move" He looked back at his rear guards. And waved his fingers towards the shop entrance. He then looked to his flanking soldiers and then pointed towards the door leading to the stairs. The rear soldiers began scouring the wreckage for anything Barry mightv'e left behind. While the other 2 soldiers crept quietly up the stairs. Jerhico flipped open his phone and used speed dial.. "Yeah it's me... No, not yet... No sir there isn't a problem... 2 bystanders so far... Yes sir, the target has been indentified... Understood." He clasped his phone shut just in time to hear the commotion above.
The soldiers reached the top of the stairs. Peering around the corner carefully. One soldier stepped in and scanned the area with his weapon, checking all the blind spots, before motioning for his comrad to enter. They both stepped very quietly. Not planning on giving away their position. But there was no sign of the old man. Suddenly... There was a rustle of movement within the coffee bags. Both men took aim and opened fire.
The slugs tore into the shabby bags and some stray rounds slamming into the wall and equipment behind. After a few seconds and about 15 rounds each spent, the seige stopped. All that was heard was the soothing clatter of the spent casings hitting the dusty wooden floor. A small stream of blood ran out from under one of the bags, and seeped underneath the floor boards. The point soldier advanced slowly to confirm his kill.
His weapon still cautiously pointed at the haggard wreckage. He grabbed the edge of one bag in the center, and yanked it off the rest of the pile, only to find the bullet riddled corpse of a rather large rat. The soldiers heard a creak in the rafters above, but it was too late. The only image the rear guard saw, was their surprisingly agile target bearing down from above, Ax in hand. The sheer force of the weapon crashing onto his head, divided his skull in 2 with a wet "crunch". The remaining soldier turned his weapon towards the old timer, but Barry swiftly dislodged the weapon and hurled it at the other assassin. It made contact with his chest, shattering his sternum and embedding in his muscle tissue before he had a chance to fire. Barry bent down and tried to wipe the generous amounts of blood from his face, before grabbing one of the SMGs (sub machine guns).
He quickly searched his enemies bodies, scoring 2 spare clips containing 30 rounds each, and 2 frag grenades. The other opponent was still alive but the only sound he could make was a sickening gurgling from him choking on his own blood, thus he posed no threat. He sifted through that mans gear as well. He didn't find any spare ammo, but he did dig up a smoke grenade and a set of keys with a key chain that had a four leaf clover on it. After a few more seconds the gurgling stopped, and the life drained from his eyes. Barry lifted the mask off the assailant, and was shocked with what he saw.
A blonde haired blue eyed man of about 20 years old. His facial structure and complexion told him, that these men were IRA (Irish Republican Army) mercs. Barry heaved a sigh and then shuffled low towards the window. "What the hell do the Irish want with me?" His moment to relax was interrupted as the one recognizable soldier's radio sounded. "Has the target been dealt with over? Grim, do you copy? I repeat this is Jerhico, do you copy?" Barry quickly peered outside, noticing the two sentries havn't moved from the flanks of the blue Hummer. "BURN IT!" Was all Barry heard, before the two guards pulled incendiary grenades from their side pouches. The old timer quickly grabbed his smoke grenade and tossed it out the window. It landed with a faint "clang" in front of the main entrance. Barry then grabbed the headless corpse that happened to be the closest to him, and tossed it out the window, as 2 unfriendly "tinks" sounded very close to his location.
Without another precious second of hesitation, he lept out of second story window as the grenades went off. The whole top half of the building erupted into a pillar of fire, quickly complimented by smoke, thanks to the old timer's grenade on the ground floor. Barry opened fire in midair on the 2 guards by the vehicle and brought them down before they could reach for their slung SMG's. It was a rough landing but the corpse he threw out a few seconds before, absorbed most of the impact. Barry quickly got up, and pulled the pin on a frag before tossing it into the cafe' behind him.
Jerhico saw the explosive appear through the thick smoke, and quickly dove over the counter, as it went off. The last 3 soldiers were blown back against the walls of the shop and riddled with hundreds of pieces of shrapnel, pretty much ripping them apart. Jerhico quickly recovered and made a head on dash through the smoke, and outside of the ruined place of business. Only to watch his car drive away and disappear around the first corner.
Jerhico kicked the headless body with enough force to push it back several feet along the dusty road."FUCK!" Was all Jerhico could say. He reached inside his left, inner, jacket, pocket and grabbed his cell, flipping open the device, regrettably calling back his employer. "The target escaped... I mean he killed the sweeper squad and stole my car!... He's an old man, His luck will run out sooner or later, and when it does, He's mine... Yes sir... 15 minutes? Understood sir... click
Due to many grammar errors, and some unfortunate lazieness on my part as the author. I have proofread and revised chapter 1. I apologize for my mistakes and will make sure that my chapters are never this sloppy again. I thank you for your patience, and please enjoy the story, and review. I am working fulltime now, but I will attempt to update as much as possible.
