Summary: A crossing between the game F.E.A.R and RE: The movie. Paxton Fettel wants to get his hands on the T-Virus for an unknown purpose, resulting in an outbreak at the Hive. A new team of F.E.A.R is sent down under commands from Umbrella to find out what went on inside. This takes place AFTER Extraction Point.
Long paragraphs written in Italic are referring to either things that go on in slow motion, or flashbacks. I hope you enjoy the story. Feedback is always welcomed.
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to First Encounter Assault and Recon or Resident Evil… aside from a few CD's
Interval One: Prologue.
02/23/2007
0932
the
Hive's Train Station
A large, orange magnetic train car stood at the center of the station, on each side of the car, the distinguishable blue and red umbrella insignia stood. Five workers, each wearing a very expensive black tie suit arrived at the scene of the station, driving forklifts. The whole station was ran by computers and the train itself was magnetic, so the whole area was filled with an awkward silence, not the usual fuss you'd expect to hear at a train station. The walls were in a strange chromatic color that reflected the white florescent lighting that emerged from the ceiling.
One of the employees got off his forklift and lit himself a cigarette. The left portion of his suit had a small identification badge on it. It read Forman and was decorated by a black magnetic stripe and a barcode.
"This was supposed to arrive one hour ago!" he exclaimed in anger and took a long drag off his cigarette, inhaling deeply. He let the smoke out and swore "I tell ya; those guys at the chairman's board simply don't understand that when we say we need those D.N.A encryption units by Eight, we'll get them by eight. Not nine!"
Forman swore again and ran his I.D card through a slot located near the car's door. The computer took a few seconds to decipher the information located inside the card, but as it did, a female voice echoed through the interior of the train station
"Thank you. Forman, Eric. The cargo onboard exists of Five, D.N.A Encryption units Mark 96-V that need to be delivered to Lab sector 7. That is all"
Forman spat on the floor loudly and typed a series of commands onto a keypad on the car's side. A conveyor belt kicked in and hauled five massive hulking metallic black boxes that towered to the height of a grown man out of the car. The boxes were labeled in bold red letters and were also painted in a chromatic tone, giving them a certain menacing black aura.
"Alright boys, move 'em out!" Forman yelled as he jumped on his forklift and turned it back on. The roar of the engine and the smell of burnt gasoline filled the compartment as his four companions did the same. The large metal hands were shoved under the boxes and lifted them high into the air. Slowly, the convoy of forklifts turned around and drove down a long hallway leading away from the train station back into the hive. There was a huge smile on Forman's face; Just two more shipments like this and he'll have the entire month of March to himself. No cargo shipments, no supplies arriving, he took care of it all this month. He took another drag off his cigarette and grinned; he'll have to thank his cousin Spencer for fixing him that job at Umbrella, maybe they'll go have a beer together of something…
A clicking noise from inside the crate he was carrying caught his attention. He stopped his forklift, which resulted in the rest of the convoy halting and commanded an X Ray scan to take place inside the crate, to see if something broke or cracked. After all, a 5 Million Dollar piece of equipment is no sofa you transfer in the middle of Brooklyn. The scan detected no fissures in the equipment, causing him to draw a sigh of relief and placing his foot on the gas pedal once more, moving further towards the hive.
Inside the crate, four soldiers, dressed in a black and white urban camouflage uniform, large metallic elbow and knee pads, black torso tactical armor, thigh holsters and gas masks were done assembling their weapons; four green and black G2A2 Assault rifles. The fifth soldier, holding a black VK-12 Combat Shotgun touched his earpiece to activate it
"Command, this is team one of Echo-6, we've successfully infiltrated the facility and awaiting further orders" he said in a low, computer altered voice. A few seconds later, his earpiece let out the same sentence, telling him that team two has also made it in the facility.
"Good job, Echo-6" said a third person, sounding exactly like the previous two "Stand by until reaching your first checkpoint and execute your first objective: Taking over the Hive facility"
"Roget that, over and out" replied the two team leaders and signed off
(--T--)
"Oh, for the love of God, turn that shit down!" A girl's voice boomed across a small closed room. The voice originated from an extremely irritated looking Latina who jumped out of her small black leathered chair along with her scream.
"A'ight, a'ight, Rain, no need to go nuclear" someone said. That someone was J.D, one of Rain's squad mates. J.D wasn't the bulkiest of men, but made up for it in his amazing ability to handle firearms. He was one of Rain's closest friends, and the only person she could actually stand listening to without getting annoyed. He reached across the small metallic table and turned down the volume of the radio which was blurting out two whole hours of music originally composed by the Umbrella Corporation to increase work efficiency.
"Thanks" she said quietly and sat back down, examining her MP-5 machine gun closely. Rain was a slim and well tanned Latina, her face, which often displayed nothing more than utter annoyance were covered by an annoying strand of hair that kept covering the girl's right eye. On the other side of her face, a shorter strand was itching the side of her eye, which only contributed to her annoyance. She was constantly trying to blow the strand away from her right eye, but it kept coming back. She growled with anger and crossed her arms across her chest.
"I think it looks nice" J.D commented, catching her attention. She slowly turned her head towards him
"Blow me" she replied. A normal person would be offended by such a remark, but knowing Rain, J.D knew that it was her way to say that comment was registered. There was silence for a few moments, but it was broke by another growl, escaping Rain's lips
"This, is so, FUCKING, boring!" she cried with frustration and got up again, strolling around the small security room
"Relax, One and Kaplan should be back any second now and we'll be out patrolling" J.D replied, turning his chair around and tracking her as she circled the small room. In a split second, she turned towards him and pointed her gun's barrel right in his eye
"That's what you said the last time I asked you, man! Don't you give me that bullshit" she screamed at him. J.D remembered actually getting scared the first few times she did that, back when he thought she was mental.
"And when was the last time you asked? Hmm?" He raised his right arm and pushed a button to stop his stopwatch which read 0:04:48:00
"Five minutes ago" He sighed "You seriously need to relax a little, Rain, you're way too jumpy. Ever thought about trying yoga?" That comment made the annoyed look on her face fade, a little smile crept to her lips and she let out a few giggles
"C'mon man" she said, trying to hide her laugh and put a serious face on "You know I don't like that word"
"What word?" J.D pretended and made a full circle in his chair "By any chance do you mean the word… Yoga?" She entered a short fit of laughing, brining her hand to her lips, trying to hide her smile
"Ye-Ye-ah" she replied between giggles. J.D put his hands behind is head and sighed, this was going to be too easy
"I don't get it" he said "What's so funny about the word yoga? I mean, yoga's not that funny. Yoga is actually really serious; I can't really understand how can you laugh about something as extremely important as yoga"
By the time he had finished that sentence, Rain wasn't able to stand anymore, now sitting, back to the wall, hands spread sideways and laughing hysterically. J.D got up and sat beside her, bringing his mouth close to her ear
"No…!!" she whimpered, knowing what's going to happen. He did this to her every time she actually got on his nerves during their guarding routines.
"Yooooooooooooooooogaaaaaaaa" he said, prolonging the word as much as he humanly could without running out of air. His companion broke into fits and started banging her fist against the floor. Quite an unusual scene for those who know Rain. But she had a weak spot for J.D, he was the only one who could make her laugh, and do a damn good job too. This could've gone on for hours, until J.D decided he got back at her hard enough, but as he was about to say the forbidden word again, he was interrupted by a deep man's voice
"Yoga again? I thought I told you two to knock it off" This was James "One" Shade, both J.D and Rain's Commanding Officer, and team leader.
'One' was your average commando roll model; a towering mass of pure muscle and strict military training, wearing the black umbrella combat uniform, along with the ammunition vest, which Rain and J.D casually threw aside during their time in the security room, 'One' always seemed to set an example for all military personnel, everywhere; his hair was cut just in the appropriate length, his army shoes were tied without even one knothole skipped, a feat even Rain didn't try to achieve. Two steely blue orbs located inside his eye sockets only contributed to his cold and harsh face, 'One' was a man whose reputation went before him.
"Sorry, SIR!" the Latina exclaimed while gathering her composure in a second and hopping back on her army boots. J.D followed by getting up slowly under 'One's examining eyes
"By all means, J.D, take your time. Wouldn't want you to pull something, heavens forbid" the commanding officer said with a cold sense of sarcasm. He then shifted his eyes to Rain, who was busy dusting her black pants from dust they gathered from the floor.
"Spring cleaning in February, Ocampo?" he commented dryly, immediately making the girl stop and give him a cold look
"I told you to stop looking at me that way" he said and exhaled "Now drop, and give me two hundred while J.D organizes the guard exchange papers!" the man barked that order in a way that reminded Rain of her old Drill Sergeants back when she was a SEAL. It was to her liking
"Sir, yes SIR!" she replied, shouting and jumping to the cold metal floor, landing on her palms and toes and starting to go up and down at an alarming pace. J.D was busy fixing the large pile of papers and gave the girl a quick glance
"Uh, sir?" he began, earning his commander's attention "I don't think I'll be done by the time she finishes two hundred. I mean, look at her!" he gestured at his partner with two hands and a crooked smile "I mean, she's a speed demon!"
"Ya hear that, Ocampo?" 'One' said with a disrespecting tone "New ballgame: You're gonna do pushups, until J.D here finishes with his papers. Got it?"
"Got it, SIR!" she replied, even speeding up as she did. Even though they couldn't see it, 'One' was staring at the girl with certain awe. It's not that he wanted to go harsh on her. She practically asked him to do so the day she joined the team.
"So I won't lose my edge, sir" he remembered her saying, to which he replied with an understanding nod
"Done!" J.D exclaimed; whacking and fixing a large stack of papers on the table. "Guard exchange papers signed, noted, and ready to be filed" He said with a large grin. The man peered downwards to see the girl still going at it
"Hey, Rain, you can stop now" he said. The female commando gave him a look that could kill.
"Shut. The fuck, up!" she heaved while finishing another push up and jumping to her feet.
"Numbers, Ocampo, I want to hear numbers" 'One' said. The way 'One' acted amazed J.D, as he knew that wasn't the way his commander usually treats his men. He considered asking Rain about it once, but decided to pass, at least for now.
"Five, fifty five, SIR!" she shouted. J.D's jaw dropped, 'One' on the other hand, stayed indifferent
"Very good, Ocampo, but I want to see you break a sweat next time!" he barked. Rain replied with a sharp salute and sent her MP-5 back to her hands.
"Umm, are you sure you're okay, Rain?" a voice came from behind 'One'. The two identified it immediately, but it was J.D who was the first to reply
"Oy Vey, Bennie, you're a mess!" he exclaimed while a slim man, barely making it to 'One's shoulder.
Ben, 'Bennie' Kaplan was a mystery to the team. He was the latest addition to the team. An ex field medic by profession and a huge disbeliever in firearms, Kaplan only carried the mandatory Desert Eagle, and only after double checking it and removing the magazine. His ammunition vest, unlike Rain's, which was filled up to zero space with 30 round MP-5 magazines and fitted with extra compartments for three extra grenades, was filled with bandages, syringes and all sorts of additional medical equipment. Kaplan, though short in stature, made up for it in smarts. He was able to treat anything from a papercut to a severed arm, and aside from that, was a real fun person to talk to during extended boring guard periods.
"This whole 'walk through hallways for two hours' is just not my thing, J.D" he replied, sitting down on one of the chairs and taking a spin in it.
"Well, it is mine. I'm outta here" Rain said and left the room, J.D following closely behind her, yelling for her to slow down
"Man, I tell ya, Boss, that Rain is one weird piece of work" Kaplan said casually while checking one of the security cameras
"If I had to title Rain's behavior, It'd be 'SEAL-fitting', Kaplan" 'One' replied. The soldier lowered his head deeper into the screen, noticing the tone in his commander's voice. His eyes shifted dully between one screen and another, they all displayed the same monotonous emptiness in blue, dancing images; Labs, Mess Hall, various corridors and air ducts, Surface-
"Uh, 'One'? You better take a look at this" the medic said in a rather urgent tone.
(--T--)
"… And I said: Dude. See that badge? It's Delta Force. D-E-L-T-A. You know, triangle?"
"God, my ribs, stop!" the girl begged. For the past fifteen minutes, J.D told her about his latest trip to the surface, including his visit to the local bar, and Rain seemed to find it hilarious
"I swear" she said, wiping off a tear "When I get outta here, I'm gonna get laid" J.D gave her a look, raising an eyebrow
"Damn, what's gotten in to you?" he asked, half amused "It's like pushups turn you on or something" Once done, he noticed the girl was looking at him in an unusual way. In a split second, she plastered him against the wall with her body and locked her lips onto his in a passionate kiss. It lasted for several minutes, but was broken off as the Latina's lips started trailing down the man's warm neck
"I don't know what's gotten into you…" He said while breathing heavily "But I like it!"
"Shut the hell up" she replied as her fingers raced down his body and fondled his belt open, now reaching inside his black pants. J.D leaned hard against the wall and stiffened a groan of mixed pleasure and surprise. Rain grinned with satisfaction and slithered down his body. He tried tracking her with his eyes, but as soon as her lips closed around him, his head titled up, eyes closing, biting his lip
The act didn't last too long for her taste, and sonly enough, the soldier's tense body relaxed. The Latina turned her head sideways and spat quickly and quietly. As soon as she was done with that, the black radio which was clipped onto J.D's pants awoke
"Rain, J, come in" the machine blurted. It was Kaplan. The female grabbed the device and unsnapped it while J.D was busy fitting his pants back on
"What's wrong, Bennie?" she asked. She could detect worry in the man's voice
"Gear up and meet us at Entry Point Two. We got a code Nine"
(--T--)
"Command, this is Echo-Six, the environmentalist has arrived. I believe the guarding unit is leaving its position to investigate. Awaiting orders" The soldier's intelligence was flawless. At those moments, an environmentalist named Matt Edison was making his way into the surface cover of the Hive: a huge mansion than included actual personnel and tenants that lived in coexistence, some of them aware of the activity that went on below them, and some weren't. Matt was making his way into the mansion cleverly disguised as a Rakoon City Police officer, sent to investigate a false claim of domestic disturbance. His organization supplied him with everything he needed, including a false badge, in hopes of him finding some dirt about the Umbrella Corporation. What Matt didn't know, is that ten commando troops, already in the facility he wished so much to get in to, were preparing to use his arrival as a distraction to take over the entire laboratory complex, and if he only wished to find dirt about Umbrella, what they were about to obtain is the equivalent of nuclear waste.
"Commence operation Clear Water. Repeat, operation Clear Water is at a go"
In two different locations across the huge lab complex, black cargo crated, which were supposed to contain D.N.A encryption units, broke open, and out of them poured out two groups of five infantrymen, dressed in black and white uniforms, metallic elbow and knee pads, black torso tactical armor, thigh holsters, gas masks and an array of assault rifles and shotguns.
Each group rallied outside the empty lab compartment in which the crates they dwelled in used to be. Using hand signs, the leader of each team, armed with a large VK-12 Combat Shotgun, directed each and every warrior to his target. The commandos replied with a nod and split up. Ten harbingers of death.
"So, I was telling Maggie that the new color was completely off and that she needed to dye it again. Oh, I tell ya, the girl flipped!" Said one worker to her friend. The other replied with a laugh and kept mixing the sugar into her coffee.
A powerful kick was delivered to the fragile wooden door, the latter breaking inwards, away from its hinges, small splinters of wood flew everywhere, welcoming the dark soldier that stepped inside the large office. The door kept spinning and hit one of the female workers on the side of her head, a small trickle of blood shot out as her body went numb, the hot coffee in her hand spilling all over her friend. Her body was burned by the hot liquid, but she wasn't able to move, paralyzed with fear
The soldier's grip on the trigger tightened for a second, allowing three bullets to escape the muzzle with a startling roar and into the ceiling above, three golden shell casings flying away from the weapon's side.
"This facility is now commandeered by Paxton Fettel for a brief period of time" the soldier barked in a low, computerized voice. "The more cooperative you will be, the faster we'll be out of here" In the corner of his eye, he caught one of the employees reaching for a gun holster.
The soldier tilted his body weight sideway, his weapon following suit. Once the barrel was aligned with the disobedient man, he pulled the trigger once more. Again, the weapon roared, the man seemed to have been hit by a huge invisible punch to the stomach, flying backwards and lying motionless on a table behind him, his white shirt starting to get soaked with a red color.
"Lack of cooperation will be followed by severe consequences. Consider yourselves warned" he barked again, tightening his grip on the weapon. He then turned his attention to a security camera, located at the corner of the room, and shot it off, the small device breaking into bits.
"We're doomed. We're all gonna die down here" said one of the employees, on the brink of tears. The soldier looked at him, the white florescent light bouncing off his gas mask's two visors, showing no emotion what so ever.
"Team leader, Objective alpha has been secured. What's the sit-rep?" he radioed in
"Objective Bravo secured"
"Objective Charlie secured"
"Objective Delta secured"
There was a certain pause in which the soldier took the time to inspect his large assault rifle, looking at the other people in the room as he did
"Team two, this is team leader one. Primary objective Echo has been accomplished. What's your status?"
"Primary objective Foxtrot accomplished. Command, shall we proceed with extraction of the agent?"
As the last word hit the ears of the people in the room, they all turned pale
"Dear god. They're planning to take the Virus" said one employee to the other, cold sweat covering his face, running down in drips to the metallic floor.
"It's still in development, it's unstable!" the other whispered "It's unstoppable if released!"
"We have to do something!" the sweaty one whispered back, panicking. He knew what they were really developing down there, and if it broke out of the two titanium blast doors outside, the world will never be the same.
"I already am. Does everyone have their I.D badges on?" his friend asked. The other took a quick glance, earning a dull glare from the soldier, and nodded to his friend. The latter smiled, flipping a false cover at the bottom of his chrome desk, revealing a black interior, and a large red button in the center, branded with two reassuring words:
AUTO DEFENCE
Without a word, the man pushed the button, the noise caught the soldier's attention. He turned his weapon towards the man, wishing to add another number to his body count.
Just as he was about to pull the trigger, he noticed something in the corner of his eye; two of the ceiling tiles broke loose and fell down to the ground with a loud 'Thump', allowing two large silvery racks to fall down from the opened spaces. A mechanic noise could be heard as the racks erected a long black barrel and turned towards the soldier. He could see the golden belt of bullets used to feed the large machine gun hanging from the side. Under the gas mask, his eyes widened
"Hostiles!" he cried. Mustering all his strength, he grabbed a large chrome table that sat in front of him and flipped it over, ducking below it just as the two machineguns opened fire. The roar of the two weapons was unbearable and was accompanied by the sound of shell casing falling to the ground. The two guns fired a semicircle of bullets that hit the metallic table, ricocheting off it while giving off an impressive display of sparks that flew everywhere
"This is objective Alpha, I am under attack by static defenses, requesting backup!" he cried, trying to be heard over the hauls of the machineguns and the screams of the scared personnel. Those people have barely seen a pistol in their lives, let alone heard a machine gun firing above their heads
"Follow attack plan A-28" a voice came through the radio. The soldier readied himself and gave the machinegun above him a glace. Sonly enough the barrels will get hot and the weapon will have to stop firing, that'll be his chance. He gritted his teeth and tightened his grip on the assault rifle. A few seconds later, as planned, the weapons stopped firing, coolants were pored onto the red hot muzzles, in an attempt to give them the option of firing much sooner. The soldier rose from his cover and took aim, squeezing the cold trigger.
(--T--)
"Who are you?" Matt asked again. When his fake police car pulled over the mansion, this was the last thing he expected.
The false police cruiser rolled to a halt in front of the two large gates of the mansion. Matt stepped out of the car and gave it a look, the people he was working with did an excellent job; he couldn't tell between the vehicle he was driving and a real RCPD cruiser. The logos, the body work, even the paint tone, they were all done with perfect similarity in order to fool everyone that he came across in his path to the target.
Matt's eyes shifted from the car to the large mansion, his look was one of pure disgust. His brown eyes were literally hurt by looking at that monument of lies. He knew that somewhere inside that house, the Umbrella Corporation was doing something illegal. His sister, another activist who was sent to work there undercover, was able to tell him they were messing with some form of Bio-Weaponry, being a secretary, she wasn't able to learn much about the qualities of this weapon, but he knew it was somewhere inside.
He pushed the gate, the latter creaking open with a sound that sent crows croaking everywhere, and a chill down the young man's spine. He closed the distance between the gates and the front door swiftly. As he arrived, he examined the two wooden doors, into which there were many forms and shapes carved beautifully. Matt knocked bristly on the door, but the latter opened in response. Surprised, the phony police officer stepped inside.
Judging by mere first appearance, the huge manner was deserted, it would seem whoever was living there had decided to leave in a hurry; men's clothing were spread all over the huge lobby, half filled suitcases were awaiting on the many leather couches, as if waiting for someone to close and take them away. Matt listened closely; through the silence, he could hear the noise of water running. Someone was in the shower.
"Rakoon City Police department, is there anyone here?" He cried; no response. Drawing the only real item in his cop disguise; a 0.38 revolver, Matt started climbing up the stairs towards the first floor of the mansion. He could feel his pulse hastening as his feet took him one golden stair after another towards the upper floor. Alongside the staircase, he saw plenty of pictures, perfectly framed in wooden frames. Most of them were paintings, valued at tens of thousands of dollars each
"Affording it with blood of their victims, arrogant bastards" his mind hissed. He kept inspecting the pictures as he went upwards, until finally seeing a real picture; it was a black and white wedding photo, but it wasn't old. Whoever took it just had an artistic taste. Matt glanced at it, the woman in the wedding dress was beautiful, much like the man beside her; short, neck length hair, a perfect smile and a crazy body. The man in the picture was smiling a million dollar smile, as if he had won the lottery. Just as his expression softened, his eyes darted to the top of the picture, where on a large banner, were the words Umbrella Wishes YOU a Happy Marriage, along with the large logo above the words. His upper lip quivered in disgust and he spat across the glass that covered the picture and moved on
As he approached the room from which the water noise came, Matt's finger automatically loaded the weapon. The reassuring 'Click' sound filled him with confidence and he opened the door completely, entering the room, lead by his gun. He swept the room from side to side quickly, empty, just a large bed, a dressed and a mirror. There was a closet to his side, half open and empty. A few cloths were tossed across the bed. It was then when he heard the water noise again, it was coming from the door in front of him, steam was coming out from below the door crack. His heart started beating faster again as he started pacing slowly towards the golden door
"Is there anyone in there?" he cried. There was no response. Expecting the worst, he grabbed the door knob, twisted and pulled it.
The door swung open at a surprising speed, allowing the naked body with was supported by the door to fall on him. He gave a surprised cry and tried holding the body back, but in no avail. He slipped back and hit his head on the floor, sending a wave of pain through him, shaking him up. He grabbed the body from both sides and slid it off him, getting up and inspecting it.
It was the beautiful woman from the picture he saw earlier, he could now see her short hair was colored blonde and her eyes were blue. She was staring at him with a strange dazed look that made her seem asleep for some reason. He checked her neck for a pulse and drew a sigh of relief once finding a strong one. She wasn't sick, just passed out. He took his hand and slapped her gently, moving her head from side to side and asking her to wake up. It didn't take too long before his system took affect and the woman has indeed woke up, looking at him with the same dazed look as before
"Who are you?" he asked. She looked at him in a quizzing manner, as if not understanding what he was saying
"Who are you?" He asked again. The girl opened her mouth, her brain trying to find words and assemble a sentence
"I… I… I…" She stammered. The man in front of her put his face in his hand, shaking it from side to side in disappointment
"We'll work on that later" He told her while getting up. Her eyes tracked him to the large brown bed, from which he picked up several pieces of clothing and threw them to her
"You DO remember how to get dressed, right?" He asked her. She silently nodded and started putting the clothes on; a red tube top with a black jacket and a short black skirt to match. She a certain difficulty putting on her high heels, not quite managing to get her foot in, so he had to assist her, softly inserting both her feet into the black shoes and helping her up. She smiled at him, the same perfect smile he saw in the picture outside
"I'm Matt" He said, suddenly feeling a mental blow to the head "Uh, I mean, Officer Mathew Edison, RCPD" her smile grew wider
"I'm… I'm… "She stammered again. The smile vanished and two fingers grabbed the side of her head, rubbing it slowly.
"You seriously can't remember who you are?" he asked her. She replied with a slow nod. He looked at her, options were racing through his head; maybe she was drugged and dragged here, maybe she had nothing to do with Umbrella, or maybe she was deceiving him and leading him into an ambush
"It doesn't matter now. We'll get you out of here and take you downtown, maybe the people there will be able to help you" he offered, smiling. She looked at him with blue eyes filled with hope and nodded
"Let's go"
As soon as they left the room, Matt sensed something was off, his back tingled with the feeling he was being watched, and as much as he tried shaking it off, he couldn't
"Come on" he told her, leading her towards the stairs "My cruiser's just outside the-"
"FREEZE!" a growl went through the halls. From both their sides, two people dressed in black had descended from the floor above and were aiming sub machineguns at them. The girl, whoever she was, gave out a horrified scream. Instinctively, Matt went for his weapon, but felt the holster was empty. The painful realization of him leaving the gun back at the room hit him.
"Run!" he told the woman and sprinted down the stairs with her following close by. Just as he was fifteen steps away from the lobby, he heard the awful noise of glass shattering above him. Looking up, he saw two more soldiers, dressed entirely in black and ski masks repelling from the ceiling and quickly catching up to him.
As a last resort, he tried jumping the last eight steps, but was caught in midair by one of the warriors. The two tumbled across the floor for a few seconds in which Matt tried to fend off his assailant, with no success. The soldier pinned him on his back and cuffed him in lightning speed. The next thing he knew, the ski mask was thrown beside him and an extremely annoyed girl's voice reached his ears
"Going somewhere, asshole?"
In those seconds, Matt had some time to think about his plan. He didn't actually thought the whole bursting into the mansion and asking questions thing though, and the commando unit that jumped him came as a complete shock. He knew Umbrella wanted this place locked down tight, but he could never imagine they'd have actual commandos guarding the place.
"Oh, shit"
"Look. I'm a cop, okay?" He said, squirming as much as the knee in his back allowed him "I've been called here after a domestic disturbance claim"
"Bullshit!" he heard the girl above him yell, and felt her knee being jabbed deeper into his back. "Your I.D badge isn't identified in the system, whoever you are, you're not a cop" she told him.
"I just transferred here!" he protested, trying to keep the cold sweat the flushed his body at bay, without much success
Rain halted her attack. Every cell in her body screamed that the guy was lying, and yet, she pulled her knee a bit away from his back
"J, check that out with the police station" she barked towards the other soldier, who in response let go of his weapon and reached for his radio. After a few nerve racking moments in which Matt's body produced sweat in places he didn't even know could sweat, he slapped the communication unit back in his belt and grinned
"He checks out, Rain, let him go" he said, sounding disappointed. The knee was completely removed and Matt got to his feet. He was about to request the girl to remove his cuffs when the other soldier said something that sent his heart to an alarming pace
"One thing bothers me though…" He said, looking at Matt carefully. The police officer gulped silently
"What?" he asked eventually. J.D brought his palms together and sighed
"I don't know… You just don't seem like a Rebecca to me" Matt's face went pale. Inside his brain, his fight or flight instinct was going haywire. He examined the soldier quickly; he was sitting down, and had all those magazines on him, thatought to slow him down
"Maybe if I turn around and dash for the exit he would be able to outrun me.." he thought, his body already beginning to slowly spin towards the exit, but the startling sound of a weapon being loaded shot him back to reality. He looked ahead to find out he was staring down the black barrel of Rain's MP-5. The Latina moved her head sideways, away from the iron sights and gave Matt a look filled with spite and disgust
"Just give me a reason" she said quietly, but loudly enough for him to hear it. He froze still, not knowing what to do. Before he could act though, she pulled him by his shirt's collar, turning him around and resuming her grip on his handcuffs. It was then when he got to take a close look on her. His eyes darted across her body to a unit patch, sewed into the shoulder of her uniform. It was a mean looking red skull, armed with sharp teeth and a vicious look in its empty eye sockets, behind the skull was the unmistakable blue and red Umbrella trademark
"What're we gonna do with him and Snow White here?" Rain asked, pointing her gun's barrel at the girl whom 'One' and Kaplan were bringing down from the upper floor. She looked petrified at the sight of them, as pale as a corpse and shaking like a leaf
"We're going to take them down for investigation" 'One' replied dryly and left the girl for J.D whilst himself and Kaplan moved further down the hall, towards a large mirror.
Suddenly, communicators on all four of the commandos started blinking in a bright blue light. J.D was the first to pull the device out and read the encoded text message, automatically sent by the Red Queen computer system
"Oh, shit" he said in a shallow voice "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit" he turned towards Rain with a worried face
"It's a code Wonderland" he said, frightened "There was a break in"
"Move it, you two!" they heard 'One' shouting. He sounded nervous "Take the two civilians with you, we'll decide on what to do with them later" Once done, both him and Kaplan just ran through the glass, which was now having a liquid look to it as the silvery matter rippled in waves inside the mirror's frame
"Come on!" Rain said, grabbing hold of Matt's arm and pulling him along with her into the mirror. J.D and the girl followed suit, the soldier could've sworn her heard her whisper something, just as they walked through the false glass towards their transport
"Please no… Don't… I don't want to go down there…"
"Not again"
(--T--)
"Command, this is Echo-Six. Extraction of objective Omega is in progress, requesting immediate evacuation from LZ number one" one of the soldiers of team 2 radioed. Soon, this will all end
The five soldiers were all cluttered up in a single white room. The door they used to enter was branded with a black tri-clawed Biohazard warning sign. They each knew their part in the mission, the date psychically uploaded into their minds by their commander, Paxton Fettel.
Two soldiers manned a large silvery control console and were using it to manipulate two large metallic arms that were located behind a thick wall of glass. The silver arms were pulling one vile of blue liquid after another from their cooling tanks, the mixture of the super cooled liquid Nitrogen inside the tanks and the air outside caused white fog so seemingly pour out of the chrome containers.
One vile after another, the arms inserted the glass containers into a cooled black box, held by a third soldier that stood inside the room. The process went along smoothly, and sonly enough, the silver arms were extracting a single vile of neon green liquid, again putting it inside the box.
"Team two, this is objective Alpha; Bravo and Delta have been dispatched by the perimeter's internal defense system, requesting permission to rally with Charlie and Echo and commence the Lucid Dream stage of the operation" the soldiers' earpieces rang. One of them, assigned on guard duty, replied
"Affirmative, Objective Alpha, rallying will commence in T-minus Fifteen--- TARGET SPOTTED!"
"Holy shit!" Kaplan yelled and rolled back to the corner he took just second ago, a hail of sparks and gunfire welcoming him
"Who are these fucks?!" Rain shouted over another burst of gunfire that echoed through the long hallway. She tapped Bennie on the shoulder and directed his attention to an office, just a few meters ahead and to the left. He nodded strongly
The Latina peeked across the corner with her upper body, making visual contact with the enemy, her teeth clenched and she squeezed the small black trigger. A roar and a burst of fire escaped the barrel of the MP-5 as it unloaded a hail of hot lead towards the doorway that used as the soldier's cover. He quickly threw his body weight and vanished inside the room, allowing the three round burst to fly past him harmlessly.
Bennie gulped, seeing the soldier has lost his position, he ran and allowed his body to collapse just as he left Rain's side, skillfully cartwheeling into the office she had directed him into. He quickly unlatched his Desert Eagle and pulled back on the loading mechanism, inserting a single round into the chamber.
"Go!" he heard Rain shout. Getting up from his cover, he pulled the trigger several times. His pistol barked and let loose two bullets that crashed through a two-way mirror barrier that was beyond Rain's sight. The glass collapsed at impact, shattering into a million shards that flew everywhere. Two more soldiers that he could now see turned towards him and opened fire. Without even thinking, he ducked down behind a counter, god knows how many bullets flew above him and into the wall that stood behind.
Meanwhile, the soldier hiding near the doorway decided it was time to try and take another crack at killing the girl. He swerved past the doorway, gun at the ready
Smack down inside the MP-5's iron sight.
Rain's blue eye registered the body appearing in front of her. The expression she wore didn't change as she pulled the trigger and felt the small recoil of the weapon against her shoulder. An invisible punch hit the soldier's chest as two bullets penetrated his tactical armor. The third entered through his gas mask's visor, dead inside the eye. He crashed backwards at the metallic doorway, leaving a red smear all over the silver beam
"We got a man down!" a third soldier cried and joined his friends in the shooting. All three of them focused their suppression fire on Kaplan, who was unable to get up and assist his friend
"I'm pinned down here!" he cried over the shooting. Rain's eye left the iron ring, decorated with a small line coming from its bottom that served as a sight for her sub machinegun and drifted to Kaplan
"Time to kick it up a notch" her brain said. Her thumb moved across the side of the weapon and clicked the safety downwards from Burst mode to fully automatic. In her mind, the number 24 floated; 24 bullets left. She rolled across the wall and began running down the hall, giving off bursts at random lengths as she did. The three troops hurried for cover, finally allowing Kaplan to rise from his cover and join the ex-SEAL in firing.
Rain could now see the shattered window from which the soldiers have been firing, it was fairly low, and had a counter inside the room. The enemy soldiers were no where in sight, "must've ran for cover" she thought and already planned her next move; jumping across the window into the room, with the ten rounds left inside the magazine, she could easily take them. She was about ten meters away from the window, already preparing her legs for the jump, her heart was beating fast, adrenaline pumping through her veins, just the way she liked it.
Another soldier rose from behind the counter, and Rain found herself running directly into the long black barrel of his shotgun. Her blue eyes widened suddenly, replacing her usually annoyed and cold look with that of shock and surprise
She was able to see her reflection off the man's visor, but her eyes darted down to his trigger finger. The girl knew he was about to fire any second from now, but she was still running towards him
Click
BAM!
A small amount of flames escaped the long muzzle, following the large single slug that was shot out. By that time, Raid had already sent one of her legs further than she should have while running, purposely tripping herself and sliding below the slug.
The black slug itself screamed its way down the hall, spinning around itself in order to gain extra stability. Had it made contact with the girl as planned, it would've surely blow a major part of her head away, if not her entire head, but that wasn't going to happen as the slug continued it's path down the hall, making contact with a large computer console that stood in the junction, obliterating it.
"Red Queen system compromised, initiating White Rabbit defense program" a young British girl's voice echoed across the hallway. Kaplan turned his head sideways, looking outside the doorway.
A ceiling tile broke, and from it, a single weapon erected. It wasn't one of the machineguns like the one's in the office complex. Oh, no, the barrel of that weapon was much wider and had a red laser sight coming from below it, stretching a long red line into the room from which the shot came from.
The commando turned his head towards Rain, who was leaning against the wall she dived into like a sprinter. His eyes shifted to the large Biohazard sign branded across the lab's metallic wall. They widened with fear
"Abort, Red Queen!" he shouted "You're firing into a level five Biohazard lab!" his word had no affect, and sonly enough, the grenade launcher's barrel let out a single silvery object, followed by a stream of heated gasses.
"Grenade, look out!" the shotgun wielding soldier cried. He turned towards the doorway, along with the remaining three men inside the room. Too late
"Shit!" the female commando cried after hearing the weapon fire. She pushed herself off the wall and sprinted mad down the hall, pushing her heart and lungs over the limit. She heard a loud whistling sound as the grenade flew past her and tried running even faster, to escape the weapon's killing range.
The silvery grenade flew past the shattered glass and the black box that was placed on the counter. One of the soldiers who just started running, tracked the grenade with his visor until it met its target; the opposing wall.
BOOM!
The explosion was ear shattering, and orange-red flames engulfed the room, consuming the remaining four soldiers that tried to escape the fiery inferno. A powerful shockwave followed suit, blowing everything that wasn't tied down to the floor outside the room; shards of broken glass, metallic stands and a single small black box.
The shockwave was so powerful it knocked the escaping Rain to the ground. She fell flat on her face and swore. One of the glass shards embedded itself high up her thigh. Her face writhed in pain, but she thanked god for still being in one piece, evading two near-death experiences in less than two minutes.
Her joy didn't last too long though, for as soon as she raised her head, she noticed the usually white lighting of the hallway was replaced with an eerie blue glow. A high pitched and rapid siren broke and screens which were spotted across the hallway and usually displayed trivial information like news from the city above or a weather report were now displaying a glowing blue screen with a brightly orange colored mark, shaped like three claws, under which, written inside a black stripe in red letters, was a single dreading word:
BIOHAZARD
"Come on!" Rain screamed as she met up with the Medic "We have to get to the decontamination room before Lockdown begins!" she sounded scared out of her mind, terrified. It sent a chill down the young man's spine. He quickly joined her as they both sprinted down the hall. The had only one minute to read one of the four decontamination rooms spread across the entire Hive complex, or they'd be left out in the hallways, with God knows what.
"What about the others?" Kaplan asked while picking up the pace, trying to match Rain's
"We broke off near De-Con room one" she told him while taking short breaths "We'll contact them using the intercom as soon as we reach the room" Her heart warmed towards the young Medic. Even now, when his fate was uncertain, he was still thinking of others before himself. She found that admirable.
They took a tight corner into another hallway that lead into a metallic staircase, going downstairs in hopes of safe refuge. Kaplan sent a silent prayer to God, asking him to assure the safety of his squad mates
"Take care of them, please" he begged in his mind "Make them safe"
(--T--)
A snoozing man, about in his early 20's, awoke at a beeping sound that went on for quite a while. In his sleep, he tried blocking it out, but it was impossible. He lazily opened his eyes and looked at his wristwatch; the green digits read 01:33. He tasted his dry mouth with a certain feeling of disgust and took a quick sip out of can that lay on his desk. He placed the container in a crooked manner, and it's contents were spilled across his shirt.
He swore and reached for a paper towel, wiping off the sticky liquid off his blue uniform, marked with a red and blue umbrella at the right side of his shirt. Once done, he looked towards the source of the beeping sound: he computer screen.
The blue light given off by the screen lit the man's pale face poorly. His eyes scanned the screen, which was displaying a large blue map of the United States, the blue perfection tarnished by a single blinking red dot. He typed several commands into the keyboard and read the data output which was displayed on the screen. His eyes gradually grew with panic as he read further down the page, eventually reaching an almost inhuman size. He turned around on his swivel chair, almost falling as he did and grabbed a red phone which was planted on one of the walls
"Hello?" came a voice through the phone. The young man gulped and opened his mouth
"It's the Hive, sir" he said in a disturbing tone
"We've had an outbreak"
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Man, I certainly enjoyed writing this chapter. I think toying with the concept displayed in my story can be interesting, and I will try to make as interesting for you, the readers.
Sorry about the long chapter, I guess I kinda went crazy there. If anyone found it annoying or bothering, please tell me about it in your reviews. I want to make this story as great as possible for you, the readers.
I'll try to update on a weekly basis, but I can't promise anything. My army service is very demanding.
Anyway, I hope you liked the first chapter of F.E.A.R No Evil. Please review!
