If anyone is sensitive about September 11th and what occurred then, then I suggest you stop reading now. I will tolerate flaming about this story, because what right do I have to say no flaming? If I haven't put a disclaimer, then, too bad. I disclaim nothing. Also, any new readers to this story, bear with me for these next few chapters. They were, after all, written almost two years ago.
Thank you,
R.T.D.W.
Following the Raccoon City incident Umbrella was no longer allowed to conduct business, and was disbanded. But Umbrella still had more than enough money to form aliases and new companies to distribute their products and bring in money for their twisted experiments.
Every Umbrella high-ranking employee was being tracked down after they all just disappeared following the incident, along with all the money in their bank accounts. The US government working with other foreign governments destroyed seven Umbrella laboratories, capturing only one sample of the T-Virus.
But now the Umbrella Corp., under the new name 'L.F. Pharmaceutical', was continuing unhindered with its vile and unwholesome, not to mention illegal, experiments.
Now, after modifying the T-Virus so that the victims cells didn'tdecay so quickly and so that the virus took control much faster, Umbrella was going to exact its' revenge upon the United States by infecting their precious New York city, which had an estimated ten million residents. And the President wouldn't be able to take the easy way out this time. This time nuclear launch wouldn't be an option.
No, the United States would have to get their hands dirty in man to abomination combat, because unlike Raccoon, New York isn't isolated, and unlike Raccoon, New york was located near several major military installations. And people would find out what was happening very quicklybecause a large spotlight would be focused on a certain Ground Zero.
Logan International Airport
The man walked towards the blue suburban, sunlight glinting off his black sunglasses and silver watch engraved with Umbrella's old business symbol.
A Muslim looking man, with tanned skin and looking as if he had gone unshaved for a few days, got out of the drivers seat and nodded his head toward the suit wearing man.
"Have you done as you said you would?" Asked the Muslim, thick accent coming through his voice.
'Yes, yes... we've done it... the canisters are place in the cargo bay, hidden of course. Enough to contaminate most of the Manhattan business sector." Replied the man in the suit, sounding thoroughly bored. "We'll both have what we want, you get your revenge on America and we get our revenge on America."
The Muslim simply nodded and started to walk off, not saying anything else.
"Ah, but wait, I have one other thing for you." Said he suited man, stopping the Muslim dead in his tracks.
"What is it you want, American?"
"I want you to take this on board the plane, you don' need to do anything to it, just make sure no one touches it." After saying this the man pulled a large metal canister with four indents in it out of his pocket and handed it to the Muslim, who simply grunted and put the canister in his carry on back-pack.
And with this both men departed, one ultimately bound for New York, the other bound for a security station where he would watch events unfold, seeing how effective the new virus was. Though, this was really only an excuse to exact revenge upon the U.S., for not even entire countries were safe from Umbrella's wrath.