Author's note: I will be writing an updated version of Bioject vs. Umbrella
that will have far better detail. I looked at the story and noticed how
little detail was in it. Since I'm no longer a rookie author, I thought
that, like Capcom, I should remake that story. But first, the tip of the
umbrella.
Resident Evil: The Tip of the Umbrella
Prologue: The Beginning of New Peril
LAX Airport Los Angeles, California 2/06/99
Chris Redfield's eyes quickly scanned the terminal, looking for any suspicious looking people. People who starred, Jackets with one part slightly hanging down more than another. Things of that sort. "Seems clear guys. Let's go" Chris said quietly. The people with him, Claire Redfield, Leon Kennedy, Jill Valentine, Barry Burton, Rebecca Chambers, and Carlos Olivera followed him into the large airport terminal. Chris walked up to the ticket desk and handed the woman behind the counter 8 tickets for Paris, France. She typed a few lines on the computer and gave them the now stamped tickets. They all did carry firearms on the plane though through ingenious tricks. They carried Walther PPK's on to the plane by hiding them in fake cell phones. They did have real cell phones buried in their suitcases full of clothes however. After passing through the metal detector, they headed towards their plane. "Do we have the weapons?" Chris asked. They all replied yes in their own way. "Let's go over the mission plan again. We are to meet with our contact who owns the military surplus shop and acquire weaponry. Then we shall attack Umbrella Headquarters in Paris. I'll give you all objectives on what to do once we get to France" Chris instructed. Leon strayed a little bit from the rest of the group. "Guys. Can you wait for a second?" He said. He ran to a book store they passed by and picked up 2 John Grisham books for him and Jill, a motorcycle magazine for Claire, Sports Illustrated for Rebecca (who was really getting into basketball), Guns and Ammo for Barry, the newest Tom Clancy novel for Chris, and Playboy for Carlos. Leon really got to know the team well and picking up these books proved just that. As they walked through the terminal, Barry saw something he liked in his magazine. "If only we had one of these things! A Custom Desert Eagle! Like the original it fires .50 caliber Action Express rounds but has an extended barrel..." "Barry. They aren't that special. I used one in Raccoon. Sure the power could blow a zombie's head clean off but the kickback's horrible! Not that it would push you back!" Leon replied to Barry's "gun nut statistics." "Guys! Pipe down! Here's the plane" Jill said. Carlos was too distracted with his magazine he actually tripped over a garbage can before running on to the plane. The plane was a 747 jet that, except for our heroes, was empty, so they decided to take first class.
On the tarmac..
An air traffic controller was giving the final checks on the cargo of the plane. "The cargo on flight 401's all clear." He said into his radio. "Copy that. 401 will be cleared for take-off in O Niner minutes" The tower radioed back. The controller walked all the way back to his car and got a Silenced Beretta and a Suitcase filled with C4 explosives. His watch was a detonator. One button was to set the time forward, one was to set the time backward, and the other started the timer. This man I was referring to as an air traffic controller is in actuality an Umbrella agent. He walked up to the gate to the runway. "Hey Mel how's it." Puff Puff. The security guard was cut off mid sentence when 2 9mm slugs sailed into his chest. The agent stepped over the guard's slain body and towards flight 401. Two baggage boys were putting all cargo into its place. Puff Puff. 1 shot went into each back. The agent hit a stroke of bad luck when a guard happened to pass by. The guard's flashlight was trained in a different direction however. He quickly put the briefcase on a storage rack. In his act of desperation he accidentally pushed the button that made the timer go backwards and pressed the button to set the bomb. Instead of setting it for 1 hour he set it for the maximum time of 12 hours. "Shit!" The agent said a bit too loudly. The guard turned his flashlight towards the agent and saw the gun in his hand. The guard drew his gun and shouted "Hands up! Now!" The agent turned to shoot but.BAM! BAM! BAM! 3 shots went into the agent's chest. The guard ran over to the downed agent and checked for a pulse. He found none. He holstered his handgun and pulled out his radio. "Echo 3 to tower! Echo 3 to tower! We have 3 people down here! All dead! Including the gunman! Over." "This is tower. We'll be sending an ambulance to pick up the bodies but in no way shall this flight be postponed! Stand your ground until we get men down there. Over."
5 Minutes later, the plane took off. Its passengers and crew completely unaware of the fact that a bomb would destroy the plane in 11 hours 55 minutes. The flight took 13 hours...
Resident Evil: The Tip of the Umbrella
Prologue: The Beginning of New Peril
LAX Airport Los Angeles, California 2/06/99
Chris Redfield's eyes quickly scanned the terminal, looking for any suspicious looking people. People who starred, Jackets with one part slightly hanging down more than another. Things of that sort. "Seems clear guys. Let's go" Chris said quietly. The people with him, Claire Redfield, Leon Kennedy, Jill Valentine, Barry Burton, Rebecca Chambers, and Carlos Olivera followed him into the large airport terminal. Chris walked up to the ticket desk and handed the woman behind the counter 8 tickets for Paris, France. She typed a few lines on the computer and gave them the now stamped tickets. They all did carry firearms on the plane though through ingenious tricks. They carried Walther PPK's on to the plane by hiding them in fake cell phones. They did have real cell phones buried in their suitcases full of clothes however. After passing through the metal detector, they headed towards their plane. "Do we have the weapons?" Chris asked. They all replied yes in their own way. "Let's go over the mission plan again. We are to meet with our contact who owns the military surplus shop and acquire weaponry. Then we shall attack Umbrella Headquarters in Paris. I'll give you all objectives on what to do once we get to France" Chris instructed. Leon strayed a little bit from the rest of the group. "Guys. Can you wait for a second?" He said. He ran to a book store they passed by and picked up 2 John Grisham books for him and Jill, a motorcycle magazine for Claire, Sports Illustrated for Rebecca (who was really getting into basketball), Guns and Ammo for Barry, the newest Tom Clancy novel for Chris, and Playboy for Carlos. Leon really got to know the team well and picking up these books proved just that. As they walked through the terminal, Barry saw something he liked in his magazine. "If only we had one of these things! A Custom Desert Eagle! Like the original it fires .50 caliber Action Express rounds but has an extended barrel..." "Barry. They aren't that special. I used one in Raccoon. Sure the power could blow a zombie's head clean off but the kickback's horrible! Not that it would push you back!" Leon replied to Barry's "gun nut statistics." "Guys! Pipe down! Here's the plane" Jill said. Carlos was too distracted with his magazine he actually tripped over a garbage can before running on to the plane. The plane was a 747 jet that, except for our heroes, was empty, so they decided to take first class.
On the tarmac..
An air traffic controller was giving the final checks on the cargo of the plane. "The cargo on flight 401's all clear." He said into his radio. "Copy that. 401 will be cleared for take-off in O Niner minutes" The tower radioed back. The controller walked all the way back to his car and got a Silenced Beretta and a Suitcase filled with C4 explosives. His watch was a detonator. One button was to set the time forward, one was to set the time backward, and the other started the timer. This man I was referring to as an air traffic controller is in actuality an Umbrella agent. He walked up to the gate to the runway. "Hey Mel how's it." Puff Puff. The security guard was cut off mid sentence when 2 9mm slugs sailed into his chest. The agent stepped over the guard's slain body and towards flight 401. Two baggage boys were putting all cargo into its place. Puff Puff. 1 shot went into each back. The agent hit a stroke of bad luck when a guard happened to pass by. The guard's flashlight was trained in a different direction however. He quickly put the briefcase on a storage rack. In his act of desperation he accidentally pushed the button that made the timer go backwards and pressed the button to set the bomb. Instead of setting it for 1 hour he set it for the maximum time of 12 hours. "Shit!" The agent said a bit too loudly. The guard turned his flashlight towards the agent and saw the gun in his hand. The guard drew his gun and shouted "Hands up! Now!" The agent turned to shoot but.BAM! BAM! BAM! 3 shots went into the agent's chest. The guard ran over to the downed agent and checked for a pulse. He found none. He holstered his handgun and pulled out his radio. "Echo 3 to tower! Echo 3 to tower! We have 3 people down here! All dead! Including the gunman! Over." "This is tower. We'll be sending an ambulance to pick up the bodies but in no way shall this flight be postponed! Stand your ground until we get men down there. Over."
5 Minutes later, the plane took off. Its passengers and crew completely unaware of the fact that a bomb would destroy the plane in 11 hours 55 minutes. The flight took 13 hours...