Chapter I
Loss
The man in the murky black suit stood before Ada as she continued her story, realizing the fact that he didn't believe a word of it. How naive, she thought, that someone could be so closed minded. Something did happen on Muerte Island…something so unthinkably evil that the weak at heart would never want to think of it. The only group responsible for this was Umbrella, and even since Capitol City's total annihilation the company continues to thrive. Something wasn't exactly right, Ada could nearly smell it. Umbrella continued to be prosperous, continued to make billions of dollars and continued to do their heinous experiments. Not even the government was brave enough to step in, haunted by the thought of themselves too being put into small steel cages only to be implanted with embryos capable of inflicting something worse than death…something unthinkable…something only Umbrella could think of…
Ada sat cross-legged in her short off-white miniskirt, her long legs covered in dark brown nylons. She let her leg down and tapped her heavy black boots against the padded carpet while fixing her jacket that was similarly colored to the skirt. Pausing and regrouping her thoughts, Ada looked around the room to find comfort but nothing was there to ease her. It could be a well orchestrated trap, but the chances of one of the highest paid attorneys in New York to be working for Umbrella couldn't be that high. And, she had faith in the goodness of people. She hadn't thought twice about people being corrupt, but the men and women who defend us in court? Well…as she thought about it now it didn't seem too shady.
"And Ms. Wong, what did you say these…hmm…psychotic siblings' names were? Dalia and Darwin?" he seemed to mock her, probably unintentionally but mocking nonetheless.
Ada slouched, her shoulders falling and her small smirk fading away, "No…Délia and Dimitri Spencer. Their ancestors founded Umbrella Pharmaceuticals before they were born. They were the ones responsible for the Muerte Island incident…" She stopped, looking at the attorneys face only to see pure disbelief, "…they're the ones responsible…"
He slid his chair out from behind his large hard wood desk, stepping up and pulling on his fancy jacket, "Yes…Umbrella, those are the people responsible for the Raccoon City incident, the Sheena Island incident, the Rockfort Island incident and the Antarctic Base incident…I see. So, you're telling me that this super-power group is paying off government officials to basically secure their stay on top of the business empire they so proudly obtained for themselves?" he frowned, his grim features dimmed in the grey lighted room, "…I don't know how you expect me to believe any of this. You have no proof, no witnesses. Nothing…all the people you say were involved in this have disappeared except for you. Can you tell me where they are? Can you tell me what happened to them? Ms Wong…besides the fact that you have a brilliant imagination, there is nothing else we can prove in court. I'm sorry but there really is nothing I can do to help you."
Ada expected that, the pure and coldhearted slap in the face. But, there was nothing she could do about it except sit back and take it, "Well, thank you for your time Mr. O Dowell…I'll be sure to send you a gift basket when I'm sitting in some kind of Umbrella prison, and an invitation to my funeral when I so coincidentally end up with a bullet in my head thanks to some bullshit assassin working for…huh…you guessed it! Umbrella. Thanks for your time, Mr. O Dowell. I really appreciate it, you were an excellent help."
She got up and began to walk away, picking up her purse and heading towards the door. But she stopped, turned back around and frowned at the ill fated attorney, "…and one more thing, Mr. O Dowell. I wasn't the only survivor of the Muerte Island incident. There was another girl…but…she got away. But, there is something eating away inside of me telling me that she isn't just walking around free. Umbrella has her; I can almost assure you of it. If you don't help me now, then you're not only hurting me, you're hurting everyone who has ever been hurt by Umbrella. Think about it, sir. Who manufactured that aspirin on your desk? Umbrella. Who manufactured that camera, up in the corner up there? Umbrella. Who basically owns this city? Umbrella. If you don't help me now, sir…then everyone in the city of New York will die…I know of Umbrella's plans. New York is their next target…only I know that for sure. If you don't help me now…New York City and everyone in it will die."
His face wrinkled, his expression torn between anger and disgust, "I told you…I can't help you. Get out now before I call security, Ms Wong. Do me a damn favor and get the hell out."
"Mr. O Dowell, it would be my pleasure."
*
London, England – September 22nd 2002 – 2:45 AM
The Royal Opera House in London England; One of the finest opera houses in the entire world, built over 130 years ago. Still, it stands, only now it is just a screen to shelter the heinous activities that go on just underneath the floorboards. Heatherly Taft walked slowly down one of the dim corridors, the only light let in from the small cracks in the old tattered walls. It smelled like weed, the stench filling her nostrils and exiting out through the grated mask she wore snugly over her young face.
She breathed heavily as she trudged through the murky tunnels, heading towards dark and empty nothingness. The stench was unbearable, it smelled as though something had died down here…like something had just rolled over and croaked right there, on the ground. Through the night vision goggles she saw nothing, heard nothing but her own raspy breath, and felt nothing but pure sorrow.
There, in front of her, was a dark wooden door, dampened by the heavy humidity and mist that clouded the area. It gave the entire hall a sort of horror movie feel, as if it had been pulled from one of the old classics and placed right here for her to fall into. She touched the wooden latch, pulling on it and stepping through into yet another dark hallway. Was this some type of maze? She thought to herself, Is this some type of sick labyrinth, never-ending and infinite? When will I find it…
"Tiresome and old…" She said out loud to herself, mumbling it under her breath in a distraught tone. It was a brief reflection on her own self pity for her life…her own was the only voice she had heard since she handed the T Alexia Virus over to Umbrella, for them to use again for their own personal bidding…
It was strange, she thought, that they would need one of their own operatives to steal from their own laboratory…to steal their own virus, from their own scientist. It made no sense up until the point of explanation, which hit her then and there. The scientist was going to use the virus to put a stop to Umbrella, he was going to hand it over to the government and say 'here, this is what they've been doing'…and all would be over for Umbrella. So they sent in the only people that knew the labs better than the scientists themselves…the operatives. After Capitol City went bad, she was to evacuate. She took the virus with her, spilling one of the two samples onboard during the train wreck. Muerte Island was devastatingly obliterated…everything died. But, she had to continue on living or her life would be pointless, as if it made any difference now. She, in fact, was responsible for the incident that would happen in New York…if she had kept the virus and given it to the government, the innocence that would be lost in NYC would be preserved…
"Stop it, stop it, stop it…there is nothing you can do about it now. Focus on the task at hand." She continued forward, attempting to not reminisce about the past and what had happened and what she had done. How could she have done that? "Stop it!" She shrieked, dropping her weapon and pulling her hands over her head.
Now, two and a half years since she left Muerte, her affiliation had changed, what she had thought as for the better. After realizing what she had done and the extreme severity of it, she quickly left the company and suspended her attempts at helping the sinister masterminds that had created the mess in the first place. She was now a private agent, sent by herself to retrieve what she had given to them…they kept it here, she had hoped. From the extensive research she had done, this and one other laboratory were the only safe places to keep such a prestigious weapon. The T Alexia Virus was so important for Umbrella, so important that no one could even breath around it…too precious…too deadly…and she had given it to them!
She reached the foyer area. It was vast, open and seemingly neglected. The wood columns were rotting with obvious termite infestation, almost as if they would buckle at any moment. There were windows, overlooking the street…she took a glance outside and noticed that rain had began to pour heavily down into the streets of London. Busy roads and traffic lights shun through the heavy mist down below…how she wished she was just a normal woman. But she wasn't, she was far from normal… in fact she was far from anything that could even be considered normal…she was, or once was, part of an organization that promoted human testing, viral and chemical and biological warfare…and the experimentation on God's creatures…
Her heavy combat boots pressed against the red carpet, leaving a small stain behind. The damp hallways had left her boots sopping, dripping with not only water but her own sweat. If she was caught, infiltrating one of Umbrella's London facilities…
Withdrawing one of the laser cutters she had bought off the black market, Heatherly aimed it towards the back wall. Behind it was the elevator shaft, leading up into the switch room. The switch room was where all the power in the building was supplied from, from the stage to the lab…if she could make it there it would be a piece of pie to take it and leave. There would be a helicopter waiting her arrival when she made it. It was only a matter of radioing her contact…
Within seconds, a small crease had been torched through the wall, and with one easy kick it gave way. Dust gave up and filled the atmosphere around the tiny hole, giving obvious knowledge of its elderliness… she squeezed through, pushing her latex body suit against the old wood. It scraped against her, but only grazed the cover. It was a thick suit, equipped with healing devices and antidotes. After being infected with the virus, her body was supposedly 'immune' to infection…when the antidote was administrated to her, she was cured permanently…in theory.
Dropping through the hole, she plummeted a good thirty feet until she smacked the elevator roof below. It clanked against her feet as she smacked the metal top, her legs receiving the brute end of the fall. Looking up, she realized that the easiest way up would be the ladder on the side of the shaft. Her ascent began, and quickly she was moving up the side of the wall towards the switch room.
The laser cutter burned yet another hole through the Umbrella facility, allowing access to the control board. She saw exactly what she needed…Heatherly quickly jumped through and pulled the switch for elevator activation, laboratory activation and stage activation…the stage would provide easy viewing, while the lab and elevator would give her access to the virus. Things were going just as planned…a little too easy…
She managed to get access to the laboratory within minutes, finally making her way through metallic tunnels that didn't seem to smell like shit. It was an easy trek, looking at nothing but solid metal and bland grays…not the familiar scent of decaying flesh, or rotting bone…but cleanliness…
The sliding door opened on her arrival, allowing her into the main lab. It was massive, a room that seemed to be filled with the latest technology. She equipped her silencer on the small magnum she carried, in case any trouble arose. But, things seemed to be going well enough…
Her heavy mask weighed her head down as she walked, but still she kept an eye out for danger as she moved. There, in front of her…the storage room. She rushed to it, sliding the master key card through the reader awaiting its 'access granted' approval…ten seconds, max…why is it taking so long?
She walked through the door when the lock was released, stepping through into some type of freezer. There, in the back corner, was a set of viles…two filled with red, two filled with green. The green was the antivirus, the red being the actual virus…she touched them, and a great flood of relaxation and relief rushed over her. She had done it…
"Chopper Delta, this is Agent 01 come in…Chopper Delta this is Agent 01 do you copy?" She said into her radio and she rushed back through to the elevator shaft. She quickly boarded and ascended up onto the rooftop. It surprised her there had been no guards in the facility…
"Agent 01, ready at checkpoint 03."
Heatherly showed a quick grin as the pilot responded, she could hear the chopper hovering over head. She could hardly wait to get through the doors and get onto that 'copter…
The elevator door swooshed open and rain flooded into the compartment. Heatherly quickly rushed out, clutching the virus samples in her hand…the only samples…
She waved, and suddenly saw a look of grim fear on the pilots face. She saw his mouth open, he started to scream obscenities and began yelling for her to move…"Behind you! Behind you!"
Heatherly turned and that was when she saw it. The monsters from Capitol…the infected humans…their gouged out eyes and decaying flesh. They were here, somehow they were here. But she had the only virus sample, the only thing that was still allowing these creatures to be made! The likelihood that Umbrella was using primitive T Virus research was unthinkable…they stick only to the latest! Somehow they infected the people with Alexia's Virus…
Tattatatattatattattat!
The helicopters bullets rushed through the air, and Heatherly hit the hard cement rooftop. Bullets showered the area, flooding the carriers with lead. They fell back, only to continue their progression. She jumped to her feet, screaming into her mask that couldn't be heard through. Pushing towards the side of the rooftop, Heatherly realized escape would be difficult. She was too far up to jump, and within the seconds she had been on the roof it was infested with the zombies…
They're outfits were that of performers…these mindless carriers had been the Broadway stars that acted in the shows…the virus, it must've leaked into the rehearsal room or into the food or beverages…my God, these people had made something of themselves! Now they were just mindless, empty…
"Fuck!" Heatherly jumped out of the way as a bulky male rushed up to her. She dodged him, aimed her gun at his head and fired. Blood erupted from his skull, splattering all over the cement. She ran, it was the only thing she could do. She dashed up onto the higher portion of the top. She waved for the pilot and he saw her. He fired more bullets into the monsters, hording them off from her. A ladder quickly dropped and she grabbed for it. Everything seemed to be okay from there…she quickly ascended and climbed aboard.
"What the hell are those things!" He screamed, so oblivious to the things that take place in the world around him, "They're people…but they're not! What are they!"
"Umbrellas secretes go beyond what they have in the public eye. Is this thing equipped with explosives?" she screamed, pulling off the heavy mask and dropping it to the ground, "Something with high power?"
"Missiles, the latest the military has. Enough to take down the Empire State Building…twice." He grunted, realizing exactly what she wanted him to do… "…but they're humans…"
"Don't think that way, they're not humans anymore. The Opera House needs to be destroyed, its an Umbrella lab…make sure it disintegrates at least a hundred feet underground. Do it fast, we have to get out of here…they'll be sending reinforcements…"
"…fine…" He grabbed the joystick and pressed the red button, releasing dual missiles into the building. One penetrated the side, the other penetrated the base level. It burst into a blinding explosion of lights, and the helicopter rose up into the air and flew away. Heatherly clutched the virus in her hand, realizing the immense power now in her possession…
There was only one thing left to do… "We need to get to New York City…I have an old friend I need to pay a visit."
Loss
The man in the murky black suit stood before Ada as she continued her story, realizing the fact that he didn't believe a word of it. How naive, she thought, that someone could be so closed minded. Something did happen on Muerte Island…something so unthinkably evil that the weak at heart would never want to think of it. The only group responsible for this was Umbrella, and even since Capitol City's total annihilation the company continues to thrive. Something wasn't exactly right, Ada could nearly smell it. Umbrella continued to be prosperous, continued to make billions of dollars and continued to do their heinous experiments. Not even the government was brave enough to step in, haunted by the thought of themselves too being put into small steel cages only to be implanted with embryos capable of inflicting something worse than death…something unthinkable…something only Umbrella could think of…
Ada sat cross-legged in her short off-white miniskirt, her long legs covered in dark brown nylons. She let her leg down and tapped her heavy black boots against the padded carpet while fixing her jacket that was similarly colored to the skirt. Pausing and regrouping her thoughts, Ada looked around the room to find comfort but nothing was there to ease her. It could be a well orchestrated trap, but the chances of one of the highest paid attorneys in New York to be working for Umbrella couldn't be that high. And, she had faith in the goodness of people. She hadn't thought twice about people being corrupt, but the men and women who defend us in court? Well…as she thought about it now it didn't seem too shady.
"And Ms. Wong, what did you say these…hmm…psychotic siblings' names were? Dalia and Darwin?" he seemed to mock her, probably unintentionally but mocking nonetheless.
Ada slouched, her shoulders falling and her small smirk fading away, "No…Délia and Dimitri Spencer. Their ancestors founded Umbrella Pharmaceuticals before they were born. They were the ones responsible for the Muerte Island incident…" She stopped, looking at the attorneys face only to see pure disbelief, "…they're the ones responsible…"
He slid his chair out from behind his large hard wood desk, stepping up and pulling on his fancy jacket, "Yes…Umbrella, those are the people responsible for the Raccoon City incident, the Sheena Island incident, the Rockfort Island incident and the Antarctic Base incident…I see. So, you're telling me that this super-power group is paying off government officials to basically secure their stay on top of the business empire they so proudly obtained for themselves?" he frowned, his grim features dimmed in the grey lighted room, "…I don't know how you expect me to believe any of this. You have no proof, no witnesses. Nothing…all the people you say were involved in this have disappeared except for you. Can you tell me where they are? Can you tell me what happened to them? Ms Wong…besides the fact that you have a brilliant imagination, there is nothing else we can prove in court. I'm sorry but there really is nothing I can do to help you."
Ada expected that, the pure and coldhearted slap in the face. But, there was nothing she could do about it except sit back and take it, "Well, thank you for your time Mr. O Dowell…I'll be sure to send you a gift basket when I'm sitting in some kind of Umbrella prison, and an invitation to my funeral when I so coincidentally end up with a bullet in my head thanks to some bullshit assassin working for…huh…you guessed it! Umbrella. Thanks for your time, Mr. O Dowell. I really appreciate it, you were an excellent help."
She got up and began to walk away, picking up her purse and heading towards the door. But she stopped, turned back around and frowned at the ill fated attorney, "…and one more thing, Mr. O Dowell. I wasn't the only survivor of the Muerte Island incident. There was another girl…but…she got away. But, there is something eating away inside of me telling me that she isn't just walking around free. Umbrella has her; I can almost assure you of it. If you don't help me now, then you're not only hurting me, you're hurting everyone who has ever been hurt by Umbrella. Think about it, sir. Who manufactured that aspirin on your desk? Umbrella. Who manufactured that camera, up in the corner up there? Umbrella. Who basically owns this city? Umbrella. If you don't help me now, sir…then everyone in the city of New York will die…I know of Umbrella's plans. New York is their next target…only I know that for sure. If you don't help me now…New York City and everyone in it will die."
His face wrinkled, his expression torn between anger and disgust, "I told you…I can't help you. Get out now before I call security, Ms Wong. Do me a damn favor and get the hell out."
"Mr. O Dowell, it would be my pleasure."
*
London, England – September 22nd 2002 – 2:45 AM
The Royal Opera House in London England; One of the finest opera houses in the entire world, built over 130 years ago. Still, it stands, only now it is just a screen to shelter the heinous activities that go on just underneath the floorboards. Heatherly Taft walked slowly down one of the dim corridors, the only light let in from the small cracks in the old tattered walls. It smelled like weed, the stench filling her nostrils and exiting out through the grated mask she wore snugly over her young face.
She breathed heavily as she trudged through the murky tunnels, heading towards dark and empty nothingness. The stench was unbearable, it smelled as though something had died down here…like something had just rolled over and croaked right there, on the ground. Through the night vision goggles she saw nothing, heard nothing but her own raspy breath, and felt nothing but pure sorrow.
There, in front of her, was a dark wooden door, dampened by the heavy humidity and mist that clouded the area. It gave the entire hall a sort of horror movie feel, as if it had been pulled from one of the old classics and placed right here for her to fall into. She touched the wooden latch, pulling on it and stepping through into yet another dark hallway. Was this some type of maze? She thought to herself, Is this some type of sick labyrinth, never-ending and infinite? When will I find it…
"Tiresome and old…" She said out loud to herself, mumbling it under her breath in a distraught tone. It was a brief reflection on her own self pity for her life…her own was the only voice she had heard since she handed the T Alexia Virus over to Umbrella, for them to use again for their own personal bidding…
It was strange, she thought, that they would need one of their own operatives to steal from their own laboratory…to steal their own virus, from their own scientist. It made no sense up until the point of explanation, which hit her then and there. The scientist was going to use the virus to put a stop to Umbrella, he was going to hand it over to the government and say 'here, this is what they've been doing'…and all would be over for Umbrella. So they sent in the only people that knew the labs better than the scientists themselves…the operatives. After Capitol City went bad, she was to evacuate. She took the virus with her, spilling one of the two samples onboard during the train wreck. Muerte Island was devastatingly obliterated…everything died. But, she had to continue on living or her life would be pointless, as if it made any difference now. She, in fact, was responsible for the incident that would happen in New York…if she had kept the virus and given it to the government, the innocence that would be lost in NYC would be preserved…
"Stop it, stop it, stop it…there is nothing you can do about it now. Focus on the task at hand." She continued forward, attempting to not reminisce about the past and what had happened and what she had done. How could she have done that? "Stop it!" She shrieked, dropping her weapon and pulling her hands over her head.
Now, two and a half years since she left Muerte, her affiliation had changed, what she had thought as for the better. After realizing what she had done and the extreme severity of it, she quickly left the company and suspended her attempts at helping the sinister masterminds that had created the mess in the first place. She was now a private agent, sent by herself to retrieve what she had given to them…they kept it here, she had hoped. From the extensive research she had done, this and one other laboratory were the only safe places to keep such a prestigious weapon. The T Alexia Virus was so important for Umbrella, so important that no one could even breath around it…too precious…too deadly…and she had given it to them!
She reached the foyer area. It was vast, open and seemingly neglected. The wood columns were rotting with obvious termite infestation, almost as if they would buckle at any moment. There were windows, overlooking the street…she took a glance outside and noticed that rain had began to pour heavily down into the streets of London. Busy roads and traffic lights shun through the heavy mist down below…how she wished she was just a normal woman. But she wasn't, she was far from normal… in fact she was far from anything that could even be considered normal…she was, or once was, part of an organization that promoted human testing, viral and chemical and biological warfare…and the experimentation on God's creatures…
Her heavy combat boots pressed against the red carpet, leaving a small stain behind. The damp hallways had left her boots sopping, dripping with not only water but her own sweat. If she was caught, infiltrating one of Umbrella's London facilities…
Withdrawing one of the laser cutters she had bought off the black market, Heatherly aimed it towards the back wall. Behind it was the elevator shaft, leading up into the switch room. The switch room was where all the power in the building was supplied from, from the stage to the lab…if she could make it there it would be a piece of pie to take it and leave. There would be a helicopter waiting her arrival when she made it. It was only a matter of radioing her contact…
Within seconds, a small crease had been torched through the wall, and with one easy kick it gave way. Dust gave up and filled the atmosphere around the tiny hole, giving obvious knowledge of its elderliness… she squeezed through, pushing her latex body suit against the old wood. It scraped against her, but only grazed the cover. It was a thick suit, equipped with healing devices and antidotes. After being infected with the virus, her body was supposedly 'immune' to infection…when the antidote was administrated to her, she was cured permanently…in theory.
Dropping through the hole, she plummeted a good thirty feet until she smacked the elevator roof below. It clanked against her feet as she smacked the metal top, her legs receiving the brute end of the fall. Looking up, she realized that the easiest way up would be the ladder on the side of the shaft. Her ascent began, and quickly she was moving up the side of the wall towards the switch room.
The laser cutter burned yet another hole through the Umbrella facility, allowing access to the control board. She saw exactly what she needed…Heatherly quickly jumped through and pulled the switch for elevator activation, laboratory activation and stage activation…the stage would provide easy viewing, while the lab and elevator would give her access to the virus. Things were going just as planned…a little too easy…
She managed to get access to the laboratory within minutes, finally making her way through metallic tunnels that didn't seem to smell like shit. It was an easy trek, looking at nothing but solid metal and bland grays…not the familiar scent of decaying flesh, or rotting bone…but cleanliness…
The sliding door opened on her arrival, allowing her into the main lab. It was massive, a room that seemed to be filled with the latest technology. She equipped her silencer on the small magnum she carried, in case any trouble arose. But, things seemed to be going well enough…
Her heavy mask weighed her head down as she walked, but still she kept an eye out for danger as she moved. There, in front of her…the storage room. She rushed to it, sliding the master key card through the reader awaiting its 'access granted' approval…ten seconds, max…why is it taking so long?
She walked through the door when the lock was released, stepping through into some type of freezer. There, in the back corner, was a set of viles…two filled with red, two filled with green. The green was the antivirus, the red being the actual virus…she touched them, and a great flood of relaxation and relief rushed over her. She had done it…
"Chopper Delta, this is Agent 01 come in…Chopper Delta this is Agent 01 do you copy?" She said into her radio and she rushed back through to the elevator shaft. She quickly boarded and ascended up onto the rooftop. It surprised her there had been no guards in the facility…
"Agent 01, ready at checkpoint 03."
Heatherly showed a quick grin as the pilot responded, she could hear the chopper hovering over head. She could hardly wait to get through the doors and get onto that 'copter…
The elevator door swooshed open and rain flooded into the compartment. Heatherly quickly rushed out, clutching the virus samples in her hand…the only samples…
She waved, and suddenly saw a look of grim fear on the pilots face. She saw his mouth open, he started to scream obscenities and began yelling for her to move…"Behind you! Behind you!"
Heatherly turned and that was when she saw it. The monsters from Capitol…the infected humans…their gouged out eyes and decaying flesh. They were here, somehow they were here. But she had the only virus sample, the only thing that was still allowing these creatures to be made! The likelihood that Umbrella was using primitive T Virus research was unthinkable…they stick only to the latest! Somehow they infected the people with Alexia's Virus…
Tattatatattatattattat!
The helicopters bullets rushed through the air, and Heatherly hit the hard cement rooftop. Bullets showered the area, flooding the carriers with lead. They fell back, only to continue their progression. She jumped to her feet, screaming into her mask that couldn't be heard through. Pushing towards the side of the rooftop, Heatherly realized escape would be difficult. She was too far up to jump, and within the seconds she had been on the roof it was infested with the zombies…
They're outfits were that of performers…these mindless carriers had been the Broadway stars that acted in the shows…the virus, it must've leaked into the rehearsal room or into the food or beverages…my God, these people had made something of themselves! Now they were just mindless, empty…
"Fuck!" Heatherly jumped out of the way as a bulky male rushed up to her. She dodged him, aimed her gun at his head and fired. Blood erupted from his skull, splattering all over the cement. She ran, it was the only thing she could do. She dashed up onto the higher portion of the top. She waved for the pilot and he saw her. He fired more bullets into the monsters, hording them off from her. A ladder quickly dropped and she grabbed for it. Everything seemed to be okay from there…she quickly ascended and climbed aboard.
"What the hell are those things!" He screamed, so oblivious to the things that take place in the world around him, "They're people…but they're not! What are they!"
"Umbrellas secretes go beyond what they have in the public eye. Is this thing equipped with explosives?" she screamed, pulling off the heavy mask and dropping it to the ground, "Something with high power?"
"Missiles, the latest the military has. Enough to take down the Empire State Building…twice." He grunted, realizing exactly what she wanted him to do… "…but they're humans…"
"Don't think that way, they're not humans anymore. The Opera House needs to be destroyed, its an Umbrella lab…make sure it disintegrates at least a hundred feet underground. Do it fast, we have to get out of here…they'll be sending reinforcements…"
"…fine…" He grabbed the joystick and pressed the red button, releasing dual missiles into the building. One penetrated the side, the other penetrated the base level. It burst into a blinding explosion of lights, and the helicopter rose up into the air and flew away. Heatherly clutched the virus in her hand, realizing the immense power now in her possession…
There was only one thing left to do… "We need to get to New York City…I have an old friend I need to pay a visit."