"Brother, how are we doing today?"
"Just fine, Desmond." Nicholas swivelled his chair around, looking away from the large computer monitor behind him. "I was just finishing up a few technical specifications on the new DAWN research. Sorting some reports, organising some files, the usual. I trust all our people are ready and willing?"
"They will be, with time," said Desmond, sitting opposite his brother, in another plush chair, covered in red velvet. "The island is secure, the team's are ready, the charges are set…..we should be prepared by the time the BSAA get any word of our little distress call." Desmond picked up an apple and, using a knife he expertly flicked from a holster on his thigh, started slicing it up into little pieces. "I guess the plan makes sense now, brother."
"Yes, it does. I think father would have been pleased with our success." Nicholas clicked a button on his computer, and a series of video clips came up onto the screen, backed by the huge red and white logo of the Umbrella Corporation. "Wesker, Saddler, Ashford…..all these men who rose up, trying to take power, trying to utilise these beautiful creations that they found and developed…torn down in their prime by the 'heroes' who stood in their way. Our father amongst them."
"I thought you hated the old man?"
"I did. Yet I cannot stand the thought of the Spencer name being dragged through the mud. I have given Umbrella a second chance, a change at redemption." Nicholas was watching a video file of several of the BSAA's top agents.
"It tends to be that redemption means you do something good," said Desmond, munching apple. "People don't tend to like it when you mix 'redemption' with 'blind fury'." Desmond pulled a disk from his inner coat pocket. "Meant to give you this. Our little angel of death sent us this from the Tricell database. Looks like some of the gene coding for that thing Wesker put together in Africa."
"Not needed." Nicholas was lost in the videos, showing several creatures smashing around in containers. "Wesker was onto something, but his work was too wild, too unpredictable, based around an intelligent life form that was just too uncontrollable. I have perfected the virus our father innovated- the T Virus will be the new beacon of the future."
"Really? I thought all that did was create zombies?" said Desmond, laughing and imitating a zombie for a while. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but that is what happened to Racoon city, no? T-Virus outbreak, massive amounts of zombies? Pops used to tell us the story like it was Alice in Wonderland or some dumb crap like that."
"It did. Mindless killing machines. That is where my little scientific genius comes in. DAWN and DUSK are just two of my special little creations." Nicholas stood up. "I'll demonstrate their power to you soon enough. Are you sure you have assembled all the people I listed?"
"Hey, you handle the science stuff, I handle the personnel stuff. Of course I did."
"And they'll all come?"
"Of course. They each believe they have a reason for being there. I made sure of it."
"Good." Nicholas leant out of his window, overlooking the island complex. Leon S. Kennedy. Chris Redfield. Claire Redfield. Sheva Alomar. Rebecca Chambers. Ashley Williams. Jill Valentine. Angela Miller. Ada Wong. All had something to do with the downfall of the great visionaries who had come before him. All the guests in his little display of horror….as well as a certain special act he was saving till the guest of honour arrived. True, this was going to be hard to pull off, and he was certain that if he wasn't careful, he was going to end up as mad as his father had ended up becoming, but this was just something he needed to do. Soon, no one would be left to oppose the rise of Umbrella ReGEN, and the corporation could commence it's new alpha strategy.
And they'll all bow down to me, he thought, with a secret smirk.
-{-}-
Desmond had been exactly right. They were all on their way. None of them knew that the others were on the island as well, and they were not going to arrive in the same place. They were going to have to find each other- and that was when the real fun began. But, in helicopters, boats, or even a plane (in the case of a certain lady in red), they were all making their way to the island. Each one felt that something personal was at stake, because they had been told so by whoever had employed them. The BSAA. The Pentagon. Even Tricell. But the one thing true about whatever they had been told; it was all a lie. Desmond had been the one to forge the documents, the information. No one would realise until it was too late. Far too late.
-{-}-
He opened his eyes.
He had no idea where he was.
All he could remember was that face, that damned face.
He could only think of that smile.
Something inside him stirred, made him angry.
Angry.
All he could feel was anger.
Who was he? He couldn't quite remember.
He felt like….he had been dead.
That couldn't be right, he was awake, wasn't he?
He felt straps around his arms, and his legs.
He could feel something pulsing, writhing, under his skin.
He wanted to get out.
He was angry.
Someone walked in, wearing a lab coat.
The anger came back.
He just wanted to kill something.
He did.
-{-}-
Leon was ready for anything. Dropped down in the middle of the island, near the large central volcano, he had sprang instantly into action, pulling free his pistol and moving swiftly towards the trees nearby, for cover from a rapidly closing patrol. Guards, and living ones at that. Always a good sign, he thought. Then again, could be Ganados. He'd have to be careful not to get caught in old preconceptions. The game was always changing when it came to bio-terrorists. He thought he'd seen the last of Umbrella. Now, he was wishing he'd been right.
Two days ago, the call had come from the Pentagon. A document had been released, signed and sealed by the Umbrella corporation, leaked by one of their internal sources. Apparently, a certain young Redfield girl was being used as a test subject for whatever they were doing on that island. Leon had instantly demanded to go. He had been outfitted, briefed, and flown from the coast to this secluded island. There was no data on whatever they had been doing here, only a rough schematic on the place- it had been commissioned by the Costa-Rican government, not the Americans. He was flying blind, but Claire was in trouble. He would have gone to hell and back to get her out of there, if necessary.
Something lit up the sky, and a large explosion tore through the night, rustling the trees and showering the ground around Leon with shrapnel. He rose up, and saw what remained of the stealth helicopter that had dropped him off fall from the sky. Great. They not only knew he was here, but he had no immediate way of getting back. Plus, there would be many more patrols in the area now, and all he had was a small amount of ammunition and a knife. Just like old times.
He spotted the main complex. Claire would be there. He immediately set off for the illuminated buildings, gritting his teeth and cursing whoever decided to put him in Racoon City that day.
-{-}-
Desmond lowered the rocket launcher, and immediately picked up his radio. "This is a general call to all units from D. Spencer. Do not, I repeat, do not investigate the crash site. Remain in your designated locations and keep watchful. North squad, when you see target six, report to me and proceed along Bravo route. Remember, targets are likely armed and deadly; do not engage. Watch and report." Desmond smiled, and lit his cigarette. "And wait for the magic."
Kennedy was here. One down, just another eight to arrive before the show started. He just had to hope Nicholas's plan would work. Otherwise, the strongest unit of commandoes ever assembled would be on his island. And very, very, pissed off.