Resident Evil: Vengeance
Chapter 1-2: Rage
Eastern Warehouse District – Miami, FL
May 25th 2014
21:45 EST
Grey...
The whole world had turned grey… and dark – like seeing everything stripped bare of its natural color; giving way to sepia-like tones. Despite the macabre however, the smile on her face widened as she crouched low on the catwalk above the three remaining guards.
In their terror, the fools had begun blind-firing their rifles in all directions now. Of course, after brutally dispatching the rest of their compatriots, their fear was understandable. The original group had comprised of nearly a dozen heavily armed men with Kalashnikovs, grenades, laser sights, and enough gear to start an urban street war. Even with all that equipment, they were searching for a lone woman who was quickly decimating their ranks in a deadly game of cat and mouse.
The first to fall had been almost too easy. He'd been distracted by Leon's body which had allowed her to get the drop on him. A quick kick to the back of his knee put him down low enough for her to snap his neck in one fluid motion. Despite the guard's high-end gear, Ada had been surprised to find that he'd also been equipped with a machete. She had then removed the sharp blade with a smirk; knowing that she would make good use of it. It had set the tone for all that had transpired afterward.
Staying in the shadows, she had moved from cover to cover with her grapple gun; cutting and slicing through each one of them in the most brutal ways possible. She was a woman skilled in all forms of weaponry to include bladed weapons. While they weren't as elegant or as smooth as the grip of her Sig, they did have their own 'unique' uses.
A light chuckle escaped her as she recalled Leon's advice from Spain almost ten years ago. "Try using knives next time. Works better for close encounters." How apt was it that she was now heeding those words?
But this wasn't about efficiency or killing her enemies quickly. This was about causing as much suffering and death as she could against those who had stolen Leon from her. This was about her rage and anger. This was about her vengeance, and she wanted to see the fear in each of their eyes as she sent them to whatever hell awaited. A monster had been unleashed upon this warehouse. Not one of claws or fangs as she had faced in the past, but a monster in the form of a cold-blooded killer – a sadist who enjoyed her work. And at this moment, Ada was quite content to let loose the reigns and allow it to run freely.
Her mind shifted back on the men below her. She had been the one responsible for carefully crafting their fear. Each of them had seen what she was capable of – the bloody trail of destruction and death that she had left behind in her wake. This had turned into a game for her, and she knew the moment was at hand to bring it to a close.
All three guards had expended their clips and were beginning to reload their rifles. This was the moment she had been waiting for. With the machete in hand, she fired her grapple gun to a nearby light post and swung down towards their position. Coming in behind the enemy closest to her, she released the hook and swung the blade as hard as she could. It passed effortlessly through the man's neck; causing his head to roll off of his shoulders as she landed on the pavement in a crouching position.
The other two were momentarily stunned by what they had just witnessed before cursing loudly as they tried to finish slamming a fresh magazine into their weapons. She wouldn't give them that chance. Performing a fast cartwheel and flip, she landed before the man to her right. A swift kick knocked the rifle from his hands before she swung the blade to her left... taking his hand in the process. As he screamed, she had already begun the backwards motion of her second swing and struck him in the head.
The last guard dropped his rifle and attempted to run, but it would do him no good. Two shots rang out from her Sig, and now he was on the ground; grabbing at his legs. He began crying out for help but as soon as he saw her slow, sauntering approach, he quickly turned in an attempt to crawl away. When she reached him, he then rolled onto his back and put out his hands as if to entreat her mercy.
"Please… Please!" he moaned.
Digging the stiletto heel of her shoe into the wound on his right leg, he let out a howl of pain. Ada then smiled down at him.
"Too bad," she replied.
Raising the bloody instrument above her head, she quickly brought it down. His moans soon turned to screams of agony as she continued striking again and again. Letting loose her rage, the fury washed over her in a sadistic rush. After half a dozen blows, he went silent as death released him from his torment, but still she savaged his corpse. Tears were flooding her… Leon's name was screaming from her lips… the pain…
At last with two hands on the hilt, she swung and embedded the machete into what was left of the dead guard's skull and stood over him.
The grey haze to her vision began to disappear; giving way to a normal hue. A warm drop landed on her cheek to which she wiped it way and looked at her fingers. It was blood – and not just on her hand but all over her. She was covered in it. Taking a deep breath, she quickly oriented herself and realized that she was standing in the middle of the lot surrounded by the remains of her adversaries. She had killed them all, and it was with that realization that her training and instincts kicked in.
Firing her grapple gun, Ada pulled herself up to the second floor walkway of the warehouse and pushed herself against a dark portion of the building. She then scanned her surroundings to ascertain if anyone else was in sight or heading her way. For now, no reinforcements had been sent after her. That was either a good sign… or a bad one. Good, being that these terrorists might only have a small security detachment guarding this facility – or that the rest of them were bunkered down inside, waiting for a siege.
Wiping her bloody brow, Ada whispered to herself. "Damn it! I don't know what I was doing back there, but I need to get a hold of myself and fast." Getting killed was not what Leon had died saving her for. She had to be more subtle or this mission would end in failure.
Leon – The mere thought of him caused her heart to ache. Looking down from the walkway, Ada let herself gaze upon his body one last time. He was still where she had left him; untouched by the guards. She had made sure of that.
When she had finally parted from his side, she had rested his hands together over his chest. It was a silly, sentimental thing to do – as if the act would make his passing easier to bear. It had failed in that regard to which Ada silently cursed – at God, at herself, and at these terrorists for taking a good and honorable man from this world when it should have been her lying there.
The weight of her sadness was crushing. Her rage on the other hand had been sated somewhat after she had dispatched those guards. Dispatched? she thought to herself. No, what she had done was slaughter, plain and simple. She had butchered them like cattle – and she had enjoyed every minute of it. That was not how she had been taught to take life. It was to be quick and clean – a bullet to the head or chest and put the target down fast. But she had been so angry back there and had wanted them to suffer.
What was happening to her? She was devolving back to the woman she had once been before Raccoon City – before she had met Leon. Now this night would be burned into her mind like a hot branding iron on skin. The only thing she could do in order to keep her sanity was to finish the mission and make sure that these terrorists paid for what they had done.
With a renewed purpose, Ada pushed on toward the eastern section of the complex as quickly and quietly as she could. Taking the phone from her side, she brought up the schematics of the warehouse and checked over the data one last time. More than likely the product would be in the middle of the building on the second floor as that was where the main concentration of power usage was being centered. Before she could claim it however, she would need to find a way to enter the complex. A side entrance was up ahead – that would be her insertion point.
As she continued on, her mind began to wonder where the sniper had gone. It seemed strange that after shooting Leon, he had taken one final shot at her before disappearing – but to where? Was he setting up elsewhere to take her down, too? Why hadn't he waited her out from his position? She didn't know the answer to either of those questions, but right now it could wait. She planned on taking advantage of the lull by infiltrating the building before the shooter could return and finish the job.
Moving closer to the entrance, she could hear voices arguing below her.
"We should go and check on them. We can't just sit here!" a man whispered loudly.
"We can and we will! Our orders are to guard the eastern entrance. Let the patrol team do their job!" another replied.
"Were you hearing the same thing I was? All that gunfire and screams – what if they are all dead?"
He then spoke into his radio. "Hallar? Yamir? What is your status?"
She quietly attached the silencer to her Sig and approached the ledge while keeping to the shadows. There were three hostiles below – the two who were arguing and a third standing at a computer in the guard shack.
Ada quickly lined up her shots; taking into account the added weight of the suppressor. Gently pulling the trigger, the pistol sneezed and the guard she had targeted was down with a bullet to the head.
"What the f... ugh!" the other grunted before she put him on the ground next to his comrade.
"Amateurs," Ada smiled to herself.
The man in the guard house heard the commotion and stepped out with rifle in hand. When he caught sight of their bodies, he stopped; giving her a clean shot. A third pull of the trigger and the route was now open to her.
Jumping down from the walkway, she silently landed on the parking lot pavement and walked past the bodies as if nothing unpleasant had occurred. "Don't get up, boys. I'm just passing through," Ada quipped as a smile cracked in the corner of her mouth. She was beginning to feel like her old self again – calm, confident, and deadly.
Upon entering the guard shack, she went to the computer and tapped the Enter key. The dark monitor immediately gave way to the desktop… and brought the second shock of the night along with it. Her eyes widened when she gazed upon the all-too-familiar red and white logo on the screen – however this one had a roman numeral 'I' in the center of it.
"Umbrella?" she whispered.
How was that possible? All of their research and technology had been confiscated by the government after the company's indictment, and they had been put out of business soon after. Of course that little detail hadn't stopped Carla Radames from finding the resources and facilities to form Neo-Umbrella and launch her own global bio-war last year with the help of Derek Simmons. The US was still cleaning up contamination from the nuclear destruction of Tall Oaks while Lanshiang, China was all but abandoned. It appeared that this cell in Miami had formed itself out of Umbrella's interests in the Middle East, but where would they be getting the financing to run an operation like this?
She shook her head. None of that mattered right now. What mattered was retrieving the product and killing off the last of these terrorists before the authorities arrived. No doubt the gunfire from those careless guards had already attracted unwanted attention. Time was growing short.
The computer didn't appear to have access to the warehouse itself, but it did have control over parking lot security. A push of a button and five metal posts rose up out of the pavement in front of the entrance gate. They were devices used to prevent entry to the facility – now she would use them to prevent any escape.
"There. That should keep them from fleeing before I'm finished here," she said with a smile before bringing up her pistol and shooting the hard drive.
Walking toward the body of the guard who had occupied the shack, she noticed a key card around his neck. "You won't mind if I borrow this, will you?" she cooed as she yanked it free. "I have an appointment with your friends, and they'd die if I missed it."
With a quick swipe, the red light on the panel turned green – the door was now unlocked. Ada felt the smirk on her lips grow wider as she entered the warehouse. There was an Umbrella infestation inside, and she planned on exterminating it – permanently.
Next: Chapter 1-3: Infiltration
