A/N: The last chapter was a bit sketchy for my taste so I'm just going to tweak my style slightly for this chapter. I hope that it is better than the last. Any way I'm going to attempt to make this completely serious no more bull crap. Okay maybe a little. Oh and sorry this update took so long I've been recovering from a surgical procedure and was unable to access my laptop. So forgive me for my Codeine endued sleepiness, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own Resident Evil just my OC's. All ©rights reserved to Capcom.
Chapter 2 Armed and ready
"It's this way Albert come on." Michael said gun drawn and pointed ahead.
Wesker, happy that he finally found an exec that could take care of himself and therefore did not need him followed watching and scanning ahead being as he was the only one with a flashlight. "Where did you say we were going?" Wesker asked.
"I didn't." Was Michael's quick reply. "Alright, we're here." He said happily as he stopping in front of a door.
"What is this place Michael?" Albert asked as the man ahead of him pulled out his keycard and swiped it on the door.
"My happy place during an outbreak… The Main Armory. Here we have everything we could possibly need for the trip ahead. Bullets, guns, grenades, grenade LAUNCHERS, First aid, Anti viral pills, and my personal favorite the rifles, but we shouldn't take those." Michael said.
"Why not we would have nothing to fear from lickers if we did." Albert said.
"True, but if we take them they'll slow us down ensuring that we won't be able to out run the lickers if too many come."
"Good point. So what do we have in terms of magnums?" Albert asked.
"This is an Umbrella facility so normally jack shit they don't carry magnums, but… Follow me to the back." Michael said as Wesker stepped into one of the largest munitions store rooms he'd ever seen in a normal Umbrella base. He'd only ever seen two like it in Umbrella's main facilities and those were the ones on Rockfort Island and The Paris facility. Strange though Rockfort is where UBCS and USF units were trained and the Paris facility is where they are deployed from. This was a research base. Must have done some important research here for such a high defense budget. "Here we are, my personal collection. Just a minute," Michael said as he punched in a code on a touch pad, "and there. So what do you think?"
Wesker could only stand in awe as two black, shining S&W 500's lie in a case before him. "Bone Collectors edition?" Wesker asked.
"Yes with S&W 460 Magnum rounds. I have enough bullets here to stop the U-8 itself dead in its tracks or whatever it makes." (He means he has about 30 rounds Plus the ones already loaded. Total of forty.)
"So fifteen each." Wesker said.
"Exactly." Michael said taking off his lab coat and trading it for the Nanotech fiber armor he had set aside. Wesker took one of the revolvers and half the bullets.
"I'm all ready on my end." Wesker said as he took another handgun and some more clips.
Michael grabbed his revolver and bullets also taking another handgun this one had a built-in flashlight. "Just a few more things and I'll be ready." With that said Michael grabbed two first aid sprays, three frags, a bottle of T-Virus suppressing pills, and like Wesker more ammo.
"Are you ready yet we've already lost too much time. Hurry up." Wesker said now impatient with his superior.
"You're going to thank me for this later Albert when you're bleeding out on the floor so shut the fuck up." Wesker was about to protest when , "That's an order."
Thoroughly muzzled Wesker did just that.
"Alright, let's move out. We have a lot of space to cover and not a lot of time. Oh and permission to speak granted." Michael said in a flat tone.
"Do you want me to call you sir as well?" Wesker asked trying his hardest to be a smart-ass.
"Watch it Dr. Wesker and no like I previously said call me Michael smart-ass." Michael said as the duo walked towards the metallic sliding door. Just then there was banging on the door. Wesker and Michael pulled their guns and trained them on the door.
"OH GOD OH GOD! IF THERE IS ANYBODY IN THERE PLEASE LET ME IIIIINNN!" A man's voice yelled from outside.
"Hurry Albert!" Michael yelled swiping his keycard as the door slid open and a man stumbled in followed by a hunter which Michael and Wesker shot dead. The Man who looked to be a scientist was crawling very fast into a corner while whimpering and crying.
"He's your scientist." Wesker stated flatly as Michael sighed.
"Are you alright?" Michael asked the man while Wesker closed the door. Michael looked over at Wesker with a knowing look. Wesker nodded knowing full well that there was NEVER just one hunter, and pointed his gun at the door. "Tell me your name."
"(Whimpering and crying) I-I'm a-a-a s-scientist." He said sniffling.
"I know that but what is your-. " Michael began until.
"Oh god thank god you're alright Director Blackwell! I was afraid you'd been killed! Since you're still alive they have to send a rescue team… So where are they? Oh and the name is Tornelle, Jason Tornelle." Jason said.
"The rescue teams aren't coming, and if you want one, think of me as it." Wesker said. As the man's spirits dropped. "Would you like to inform me of how this happened exactly other than the obvious 'We had an outbreak' speech?" Albert said still never taking his eyes off the door.
"Let the poor man calm down before you start bombarding him with questions. Oh and Albert can I speak with you in the corner for a moment?"
"Yes although, I'm curious why?" Wesker said leaving his post one eye still on the door. "Okay what is so important?"
"The last time I checked I didn't have a Jason Tornelle on staff at least not a live one." Michael said.
"What are you saying?" Albert asked.
"Either the T-virus has mutated to what I wanted it to become here at my facility or that isn't Jason Tornelle." Michael said.
"Explain 'live' to me." Albert asked.
Michael sighed and continued. "Jason Tornelle was a brilliant researcher who was working with me on a T-Virus variant that Allows the host if administered within a time span of three hours after death to be able to recover most if not all of the host body's functionality. In other words nearly complete resurrection." Michael finished.
"An Immortality virus?" Wesker asked skeptically.
"Not exactly. I said nearly complete as in there are some drawbacks. The Brain is almost fully restored with an increased hunger that with another medication we devised can be suppressed. The body itself is also technically still dead though and will continue to decompose into nothingness after some time. So I doubt he's Dr. Tornelle. We'd smell him if he was. Lastly the virus, and this is only in about ten percent of all hosts may cause an extreme mutation and increase strength, size, aggression and hunger impulses. I also have hypothesized the possibility of a complete and total resurrection in about 0.001 percent of hosts. These hosts are the most dangerous because they virtually become immortal. Such a host would develop strength and speed the likes of which are unheard of and void of any and all mutation. It is that part of the virus we've been trying to isolate here at my facility. Dr. Birkin had helped create this virus as well. Even he couldn't isolate the genome of the immortality aspect of this virus. I have a feeling that, that is what you're after here." Michael finished.
"Bottom line that is not Jason Tornelle, right?"Wesker asked
"Basically yes." Michael said.
Wesker then sighed and promptly spun around and shot "Jason" in the head three times.
"Why did you do that Albert?" Michael asked.
"I was ordered to kill all non-Umbrella personnel upon sight due to the importance of this mission." Wesker stated bluntly. "Now let's move I haven't got all day." Wesker said walking out the door.
Michael now surprised at the ferocity his new companion had just displayed, followed quickly un holstering the Bone collector. Wesker was right; they had wasted too much time already handling their supplies and the possible spy. The lickers would be out now and would be a thurough pain in the ass. They had to find a way to speed up the mission. Then Michael remembered the backup power generator on the third floor down. He knew how to get it to work and all he needed were a few things on the second floor for it! "Hey Albert, I just remembered that I had a backup generator installed the minute I became Director. It has never been used so I forgot about it."
"Execlent you will need some supplies wont you…" Wesker asked slightly ticked at the thought.
"Yes, but they are on the second floor and on the way so it could work." Michael said.
"Alright now all we have to do is Get that Generator up and running." Wesker said as he and Michael walked down a hall while Michael blew away two lickers with one shot from his Bone Collector casually. "Let's go!" he said as the two broke into a sprint with Michael in the lead.
A/N: Alright here it is good or bad. I hope people like this story. There is more to come defiantly. Although I tend to have never enough time to write… EVER. Expect irregular updates.
Hope you liked this.
