Dead of the Night
Chapter 1
Keith Molen had been the best in the force. He kept his ass out of trouble and made sure he got to nail someone's ass to the wall in a fire fight. But that all had ended last week when he was tried and convicted of murder of a government official. Everyone on the police force knew that it wasn't his fault and it was the bastard chief of police but everyone else needed their paycheck, so they closed their eyes and walked away. He had been 24 at the time and spent 4 grueling years in a North Dakota state prison, where if you ever dropped the soap, the show was over. Keith had caused more than enough rukus in that hellhole as to earn him another few years but some executive of some corporation was watching his ass. One day, a representative from the unknown corporation made an appearance. The guards came to his cell in the middle of the night and hauled his ass into a cement conference room. After his eyes adjusted to the brighter lighting, Keith saw that the man was draped in a long, beige trench coat. He turned to face Keith and spoke in a hardened voice, " Ah, Mr. Molen. How nice of you to join me. "
" Hey man, these fuckers are the ones that brought me here. I had nothing to do with it. "
" Yes, of course. I have come here at this ungodly hour to make a proposal. "
" Aight, I'm listening. "
" I am a silent partner in the Umbrella Corporation and I have been sent to give you a place among the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Services or UBCS. You will be freed immediately , upon your agreement, and given a large condo in L.A., a beginning salary of $50 000 a year, " Trent paused before continuing, " Of course if you choose to deny this offer, you remain here. " Trent waved his hand around Keith's current accomodations.
" Sounds good, but one question. "
Trent smiled and replied " Anything. "
" What the fuck is the UBCS? "
" They deal with corporations mistakes and problems. Anything other than that will be revealed in time. "
" Well then Mr. Trent, get me the fuck outta here! "
Chapter 2
Keith was sleeping on his new couch in his beach side condo when the phone rang. He sprang up and rushed to the phone. " Hello? " He recognized the voice on the other end as Jim's, an executive he had met on the day of his release. " Hey Keith, we got your first mission lined up. Be at the L.A. branch in half an hour ready to depart. Bring your fatigues, we'll supply the rest. " The line went dead before Keith culd say yes, no or eat shit, but all he knew that was he had half an hour to make a 45 minute trip. His complimentary corvette skidded into the parking lot with 3 minutes to spare. Shit. Gotta find the elevator. He blew by the receptionist but she called out to him. " Mr. Molen, you're going the wrong way. The group is waiting for you in the eastern lobby. This way please. " Keith happily followed the blonde receptionist. He entered the lobby and saw 6 other peoples waiting near Trent. " Keith, right on time. Let's start the briefing. You have been called into Chistoval, Texas to handle an outbreak. Even though you will be sent in as a team, you each have your own idividual objectives. BEyond the far door, you each will find a bag with your names on it which contain your weapons and information. Now for introductions, To my immediate left is Jesse Mirage, ex- car thief and the best stealth fighter in all of Canada. " The man nodded his head allowing his long hair to slide in front of his eyes. " Beside Mirage is Kris Creger, the best assasin in all of Montana. To the right of Creger is Jake Donovan. Beside Donovan is Keith Molen, convicted murderer and weapons expert. To the right of Keith is Carlos Chavez. Next to Chavez is Donald Peled. Finally, next to Peled is Daniel O'Toole. Now, we have to be in Texas airspace by 2100 hours. You have 3 minutes to grab your bag read your individual orders and get on the chopper to start the mission. GO!! " At those final words, the mercenaries rushed out and charged through the door. Keith was the last one through so he instinctively grabbed the last bad and read his name off the side of the bag. He boarded the chopper and opened the bag to find an M41 assault rifle, fully loaded and with 6 extra clips, giving him the distinct impression that the rifle was his primary weapon. His secondary weapon was a H&K .45 ACP also fully loaded with 3 clips. In addition to the guns they were each given 2 Chezch-34 anti-personnel hand grenades. Keith stuffed the extra clips into his vests many chests pockets and holstered the handgun. He placed the 2 grenades into his sidepack and held the rifle with a familiar grip. His stomach wrenched as the chopper took off. Keith silently cursed himself for forgetting to read his orders. He ripped open the envelope as the others did the same. He examined a map and read the single typed sheet. It read " After landing you will depart for the Umbrella Factory on the ouskirts of the city where you will find the labs and set up the multiple blast charges left for you in the lab areas. Also you must delete all records on the Corporate Computer network. After the charges are set, you have 7 minutes to find the emergency elevator and get on the train which will take you to the extraction point on the abandoned Air Force Base. Good Luck. " Keith examined the map again and folded it up and put in his bac pocket. He could only assume that the others recieved similar orders. Suddenly the chopper door opened. " Alright men, good luck, see you at the extraction point. Move out. " Trent finished and the comandos charged out o the plane, anxiois already to go home after the mission and collect their due pay. Keith headed east and entered an old diner which lead to 63rd street which would allow him to continue on his mission. He saw that Jesse was heading the same way. Keith stopped and allowed Jesse to catch up.
" Sent to blow up a lab? " Jesse inquired.
" Ya. Guess we're going to the same party. " Keith immediately thought that the 2 would get along fine. They entered the diner without error. But they were horrified with what they found. No one was in the diner and the walls were covered in blood. For a bustling city there should have been someone in the diner but more importantly why was there blood on the walls.
Jesse was the first to speak, " The fuck? " Keith entered the kitchen to find a chef lying on the ground, dead.
" Jesse, come here. I found something. " When he turned back around to keep combing the kitchen, the chef was on his feet and lurching towards him. Keith was shocked to see the chefs torso bloody and tore open. " Oh, Shit!!! " Keith ran back into the table area to find Jesse facing the same threat but on a larger scale. Jesse was firing his rifle at 3 of the undead creatures. Keith ran to Jesse's side and opened fire. Keith fired a single round into one the creatures head and the creature immediately dropped.
" Aim for the head! " Keith screamed to be heard over the automatic fire. Jesse obviously heard him because he fired 2 more rounds into the remaining creatures heads. Seeing that Jesse had the situation handled he moved back into the kitchen to end the creatures reamining life. BAM!! The creature dropped. Jesse ran out the door back to the intersection where the chopper had dropped the mercenaries off. They only saw open roads in all directions, but even that image didn't last long. Within seconds, the streets were being filled with zombies. In the distance they could hear automatic fire. They rushed back into the diner and fell against the door.
" Sounds like the shit hit the fan, " Jesse commented. " Well, we're fucked. We're in the middle of nowhere surrounded by the undead and we got now way outta here other than trekking across town to the labs. " Keith checked his weapons and turned to face him.
" Do we have any other choice?" Keith asked.
"Nope." Jesse replied and Keith knew they were screwed.
Please read and review. Also check out the story "Dark Nights" by my friend Terry. Thank you.
Chapter 1
Keith Molen had been the best in the force. He kept his ass out of trouble and made sure he got to nail someone's ass to the wall in a fire fight. But that all had ended last week when he was tried and convicted of murder of a government official. Everyone on the police force knew that it wasn't his fault and it was the bastard chief of police but everyone else needed their paycheck, so they closed their eyes and walked away. He had been 24 at the time and spent 4 grueling years in a North Dakota state prison, where if you ever dropped the soap, the show was over. Keith had caused more than enough rukus in that hellhole as to earn him another few years but some executive of some corporation was watching his ass. One day, a representative from the unknown corporation made an appearance. The guards came to his cell in the middle of the night and hauled his ass into a cement conference room. After his eyes adjusted to the brighter lighting, Keith saw that the man was draped in a long, beige trench coat. He turned to face Keith and spoke in a hardened voice, " Ah, Mr. Molen. How nice of you to join me. "
" Hey man, these fuckers are the ones that brought me here. I had nothing to do with it. "
" Yes, of course. I have come here at this ungodly hour to make a proposal. "
" Aight, I'm listening. "
" I am a silent partner in the Umbrella Corporation and I have been sent to give you a place among the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Services or UBCS. You will be freed immediately , upon your agreement, and given a large condo in L.A., a beginning salary of $50 000 a year, " Trent paused before continuing, " Of course if you choose to deny this offer, you remain here. " Trent waved his hand around Keith's current accomodations.
" Sounds good, but one question. "
Trent smiled and replied " Anything. "
" What the fuck is the UBCS? "
" They deal with corporations mistakes and problems. Anything other than that will be revealed in time. "
" Well then Mr. Trent, get me the fuck outta here! "
Chapter 2
Keith was sleeping on his new couch in his beach side condo when the phone rang. He sprang up and rushed to the phone. " Hello? " He recognized the voice on the other end as Jim's, an executive he had met on the day of his release. " Hey Keith, we got your first mission lined up. Be at the L.A. branch in half an hour ready to depart. Bring your fatigues, we'll supply the rest. " The line went dead before Keith culd say yes, no or eat shit, but all he knew that was he had half an hour to make a 45 minute trip. His complimentary corvette skidded into the parking lot with 3 minutes to spare. Shit. Gotta find the elevator. He blew by the receptionist but she called out to him. " Mr. Molen, you're going the wrong way. The group is waiting for you in the eastern lobby. This way please. " Keith happily followed the blonde receptionist. He entered the lobby and saw 6 other peoples waiting near Trent. " Keith, right on time. Let's start the briefing. You have been called into Chistoval, Texas to handle an outbreak. Even though you will be sent in as a team, you each have your own idividual objectives. BEyond the far door, you each will find a bag with your names on it which contain your weapons and information. Now for introductions, To my immediate left is Jesse Mirage, ex- car thief and the best stealth fighter in all of Canada. " The man nodded his head allowing his long hair to slide in front of his eyes. " Beside Mirage is Kris Creger, the best assasin in all of Montana. To the right of Creger is Jake Donovan. Beside Donovan is Keith Molen, convicted murderer and weapons expert. To the right of Keith is Carlos Chavez. Next to Chavez is Donald Peled. Finally, next to Peled is Daniel O'Toole. Now, we have to be in Texas airspace by 2100 hours. You have 3 minutes to grab your bag read your individual orders and get on the chopper to start the mission. GO!! " At those final words, the mercenaries rushed out and charged through the door. Keith was the last one through so he instinctively grabbed the last bad and read his name off the side of the bag. He boarded the chopper and opened the bag to find an M41 assault rifle, fully loaded and with 6 extra clips, giving him the distinct impression that the rifle was his primary weapon. His secondary weapon was a H&K .45 ACP also fully loaded with 3 clips. In addition to the guns they were each given 2 Chezch-34 anti-personnel hand grenades. Keith stuffed the extra clips into his vests many chests pockets and holstered the handgun. He placed the 2 grenades into his sidepack and held the rifle with a familiar grip. His stomach wrenched as the chopper took off. Keith silently cursed himself for forgetting to read his orders. He ripped open the envelope as the others did the same. He examined a map and read the single typed sheet. It read " After landing you will depart for the Umbrella Factory on the ouskirts of the city where you will find the labs and set up the multiple blast charges left for you in the lab areas. Also you must delete all records on the Corporate Computer network. After the charges are set, you have 7 minutes to find the emergency elevator and get on the train which will take you to the extraction point on the abandoned Air Force Base. Good Luck. " Keith examined the map again and folded it up and put in his bac pocket. He could only assume that the others recieved similar orders. Suddenly the chopper door opened. " Alright men, good luck, see you at the extraction point. Move out. " Trent finished and the comandos charged out o the plane, anxiois already to go home after the mission and collect their due pay. Keith headed east and entered an old diner which lead to 63rd street which would allow him to continue on his mission. He saw that Jesse was heading the same way. Keith stopped and allowed Jesse to catch up.
" Sent to blow up a lab? " Jesse inquired.
" Ya. Guess we're going to the same party. " Keith immediately thought that the 2 would get along fine. They entered the diner without error. But they were horrified with what they found. No one was in the diner and the walls were covered in blood. For a bustling city there should have been someone in the diner but more importantly why was there blood on the walls.
Jesse was the first to speak, " The fuck? " Keith entered the kitchen to find a chef lying on the ground, dead.
" Jesse, come here. I found something. " When he turned back around to keep combing the kitchen, the chef was on his feet and lurching towards him. Keith was shocked to see the chefs torso bloody and tore open. " Oh, Shit!!! " Keith ran back into the table area to find Jesse facing the same threat but on a larger scale. Jesse was firing his rifle at 3 of the undead creatures. Keith ran to Jesse's side and opened fire. Keith fired a single round into one the creatures head and the creature immediately dropped.
" Aim for the head! " Keith screamed to be heard over the automatic fire. Jesse obviously heard him because he fired 2 more rounds into the remaining creatures heads. Seeing that Jesse had the situation handled he moved back into the kitchen to end the creatures reamining life. BAM!! The creature dropped. Jesse ran out the door back to the intersection where the chopper had dropped the mercenaries off. They only saw open roads in all directions, but even that image didn't last long. Within seconds, the streets were being filled with zombies. In the distance they could hear automatic fire. They rushed back into the diner and fell against the door.
" Sounds like the shit hit the fan, " Jesse commented. " Well, we're fucked. We're in the middle of nowhere surrounded by the undead and we got now way outta here other than trekking across town to the labs. " Keith checked his weapons and turned to face him.
" Do we have any other choice?" Keith asked.
"Nope." Jesse replied and Keith knew they were screwed.
Please read and review. Also check out the story "Dark Nights" by my friend Terry. Thank you.