So here is another chapter for all of you, my loyal readers who put up with me.

So anyway can someone please do a stand alone fanfic with Spiderman and Starfire as a couple, PM me for more details.

Anyway on with the show! -presses a black button with a yellow biohazard symbol-

On a V22 Osprey VTOL Aircraft, was the captain of the B.S.A.A's Special Operations Unit, Chris Redfield, one of the survivors of the Raccoon City Outbreak, one of the people responsible for taking down Umbrella, and the one of the people responsible for the death of one of the greatest bio-terrorists known to mankind, Albert Wesker. Chris, standing up, was six feet and one inch tall and weighed in at 220 lbs. Currently he was wearing his combat gear which consisted of a Kevlar vest with various magazine pouches lining it to store extra magazines for his specially outfitted M16 Assault Rifle, his hands were covered by black combat gloves that had Kevlar covering the knuckles, dark grey cargo pants, a holster for his Samurai Edge pistol on his right hip, a combat knife rested comfortably in a sheathe on his left hip, black kneepads, and dark grey combat boots. Currently he was going checking to make sure that his M16 was loaded and functioning properly.

Sitting to his right was his longtime partner Jill Valentine, who had been cleared for duty by the B.S.A.A's top doctors and scientists, she currently had her blonde, formerly brown, hair tied back in a ponytail, currently she was wearing a light blue Kevlar weaved shirt with a black short sleeve t-shirt under it, a blue ball cap with her pony tail pulled through the opening in the back, dark green pants with built in knee pads, a knife strapped on her right calf just above her rubber soled combat boots, black elbow pads, black fingerless gloves, and a harness that made sure her utility belt, which had an assortment of pouches that contained everything from a med kit to hand grenades, didn't accidently fly off if the buckle came undone. Sitting across the aisle from Chris was former member of the Umbrella Security Services Delta Team, who had switched sides and quickly proven to be one of the B.S.A.A's foremost virologists Christine Yamata, currently she was outfitted in her old U.S.S. uniform, minus the Umbrella patch, which consisted of a black zip-up sweater with a light Kevlar mesh underneath it and a black tank top underneath that, a pair of elbow pads built into the suit, a large padded pouch for the syringe gun she carried, a belt with various colored vials, alternating between green and blue, a holster for her standard issue M9 pistol, a gas mask covering the lower half of her face with two blue circles on either side of it, black gloves with a small hole cut out on the back of the hand, baggy black pants, and a pair of boots with clasps on the side that looked too big for her feet. When asked why she was on this mission her response had been something along the lines of 'to keep an eye on her patient', in this case Jill although the weird glint in her eyes.

Currently sleeping on Chris's right was there "liaison with the local government" a rather nervous looking kid, at least in comparison to the others on the Osprey, who was constantly wringing and shaking his hands. He stood at about five feet and eight inches tall wearing thick rimmed glasses over light green eyes, his neatly kempt brown hair perfectly parted, his bulletproof vest rested over a white button up dress shirt, slacks which were also neatly pressed, dress shoes that looked like they almost as much as a entire month's rent on Chris's apartment, and he stared at his pistol in its holster like it was going to jump out at any minute and shoot him. The kid had introduced himself as James Matthews. Overall the guy screamed bureaucrat, although it had provided a small source of amusement when Christine would make some dark joke about using him as a test subject on some antidote she was working on, sadly Chris had to put a stop to that after a rather foul odor start emanating from the guy. Sitting across from that guy was guy with a head of red hair, honest to god red not any store-bought dye, sitting back against the cabin wall of the Osprey seemingly asleep, his green eyes shut tightly, a heavy amount of stubble covering the lower half of his face, his comm piece currently out of his ear and dangling against his black bulletproof vest, underneath the vest was a black formfitting long sleeve shirt, black elbow pads, black fingerless gloves, a quick draw holster with a Colt Single Action Army Revolver resting in it, black cargo pants with built in knee pads, and black combat boots with the laces hanging out. The guy's name was Sheamus McAvoy, according to his dossier he was an Irish immigrant, and between his foul mouth and his temper it wasn't that hard to believe. Finally sitting to the left of Christine was the group's resident little sister Rebecca Chambers. Currently she was wearing a light green shirt that stopped halfway down her bicep, a white, thin bulletproof vest with a red cross inside a red circle on the back of it, a pair of dark green pants with the legs rolled up halfway up her calves, a light green belt with a large white pouch with a red cross on the flap, a second pouch resting over butt, and three other pouches resting on her left hip, green and white hiking boots, and she was currently checking over her pistol with a small smile on her face.

"OK," Chris said, loud to grab even the attention of their sleeping cohort, "let's go over what we know, Jill start us off."

"We are currently heading to a possible Umbrella Facility hidden in the Rocky Mountain Range, this section located in the wilderness of British Columbia, Canada," Jill stated, looking straight ahead as if she was looking past the walls to their destination.

"We are going in response to a call received from Field Team 7," Yamata stated, looking as if she couldn't care less about what was going on, "saying they found a potential object of interest."

"Field Team 7 currently has twelve members, consisting of four squad members with SpecOps training, three medics although everyone in the squad has field medicine training, two communications specialists, three people who can speak multiple languages, and the squad leader is Jacob Marlowe, current age 32 years old and one of the four members with SpecOps training," Rebecca stated with a small smile.

"Radios have been fucking silent with Field Team 7 since their last call in at bloody 0700 hours," Sheamus said, before pulling a pocket watch with strap that was sliced through out of one of his pockets, "almost an hour ago, so assume they ran into a surprise and assume this is also a bloody rescue operation. We're also bringing useless over there along cause the Canadians aren't comfortable with us being in their damn country."

Chris just sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose, already feeling a headache coming on.

"Anyway," Chris announced, "make sure you're ready, we touch down in ten more minutes."

"Let's just hope Field Team 7 is okay," Jill stated.

At the Rocky Mountain Research Base…

Field Team 7 was doing its level best to try and hold off the, surprisingly fast and strong, zombies that were now starting to spread across the facility like a plague. The first team that had gone done was Team 1, which had the squad leader Jacob Marlowe in it, after that Team 2 had stopped reporting in, and currently Team 3 was reduced down to one frightened medic named Angela Ziegler, a Swiss twenty-two year old woman with her blonde hair in a mid-ponytail, her blue eyes showing just how scared she was, if her shaking, glove covered hands that were holding her AR-15 modded with a red dot sight didn't, her light bulletproof with a red cross inside a red circle displayed on the right breast, her dark green cargo pants with built in kneepads did little to hide her shaking legs, and her feet covered with dark tan combat boots. After a few more minutes of shaking and hearing the zombies violently bang against the door, which currently had a bunch of fist sized dents in it, she began to hear gunfire and shouting. After what felt like thirty minutes of animalistic roars, growls, gunfire, and shouting, she heard a softer banging on the door than earlier.

"I know someone's in there now open up," the voice, which sounded gruff and masculine.

"H-h-how do I know you're friendly," Angela asked, the fear still evident in her voice as she shakily held her AR-15 toward the door.

"Aside from the fact that I just killed about ten of these undead fucks to save your ass," the voice asked rhetorically. Nervously, Angela began walking up to the door, unlocked it, and grabbed the door handle.

"A-a-alright b-but no funny business," Angela said, doing her best to make her voice sound authoritative although the fear undermined her effort. Upon opening the door, she saw a figure dressed in all black, except for a dark orange shirt and a dark orange mask that looked like a grinning fox.

"Bout time," the figure said, brushing past her, "you the only survivor?"

"I-I-I don't know," Angela stuttered, flashes of what happened to her squad running through her mind. However, this answer seemed to annoy her savior more than anything.

"When was the last time you made contact with the other members of your team," he asked, a growl evident in his voice.

"T-t-ten minutes ago," Angela stated, shuffling back a little.

"Odds are they're probably dead then," he said, as he began pressing on something on his left forearm, "ok our best bet is to find a defensible position to hold out until help arrives. You at least called for help when things went south didn't you?"

"T-th-there was already another team on the way when this happened," Angela answered, already conjuring the image of Chris Redfield shooting his way through the hordes of undead.

"At least that's going our way," the man stated, before he pointed to her AR-15, "you any good with that?"

"I s-s-scored high at the range in basic combat training with the B.S.A.A.," Angela remarked.

"Well guess what rookie," the man stated, "training day's over."

With that the figure walked back toward the door with his assault rifle at the ready before he looked both ways to make sure that no zombies had been drawn to the ruckus he had caused.

"So, you coming or what rookie," the man asked in a harsh tone of voice, his head turning to look at Angela. Angela nodded and ran over to him, putting her rifle at the low ready as she fell in behind him.

"What's your call sign rookie," the man asked.

"W-wh-what," Angela asked, a blush on her face and confusion in her voice.

"When they try to get a hold of you on the radio," the man explained, "while operating in the field, what do they call you."

"A-an-angela," she answered.

"That your real name too," the man asked.

"Y-yes," Angela answered.

"For now, I'm gonna call you Mercy," the man stated.

"W-what's yours," Angela asked, staring at the back of his head. When the question got past her lips the man turned, looking at her through one of the crimson lenses of his mask.

"You can call me Fox," Fox stated, "now turn around and make sure nothing sneaks up on us."

With a quick nod, Angela turned around did her best to make sure nothing snuck up on them from behind.

OMAKE: PERSONNEL/TEST SUBJECT FILE.

Personnel File: Naruto Uzumaki aka Kyubi. Current Assignment: U.S.S. Delta Team Codename: Wolfpack. Information contained within in this file is Classified IAW Umbrella Corporation Privacy Act 391078-9302.6 and Umbrella Corporation Guidelines of Classification. Failure to comply with these mandates will result in the termination of the offender and liquidation of all their assets.

Security Level: Special Access Clearance (viewable only by the head of Umbrella Security Service and active Senior Board Members only).

D.O.B: October 10, 1963

Place of Birth: Okinawa, Japan

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 240 lbs.

Blood Type: O- (recent tests show unknown anomaly, further test required.)

Hair Color: Blonde

Eye Color: Blue

Nationality: Japanese-American

Known Relations: Albert James Wesker (relationship to subject: father). Kushina Uzumaki (relationship to subject: mother, deceased)

Naruto Uzumaki was born October 10, 1963 to Umbrella Corporation virologist Kushina Uzumaki and researcher Albert James Wesker, also one of Oswell E. Spencer's twelve "Wesker Children", at Our Lady of Mercy Hospital, where his mom died from repeated exposure to the C-virus and complications during child birth. Raised by his father Albert Wesker he received a bachelor's degree in Virology at age eighteen. After this he joined with Umbrella and was trained under HUNK and alongside future USS Delta Team Member Vector.

After his training was complete he was assigned to Delta Team, currently under the command of Michael Anderson, AKA Goliath. Under the team they were instrumental for the numerous cover ups, assassinations, corporate espionage, and "less than legal" take overs. However, during the Ecliptic Express mission most of the team being exterminated, with Naruto Uzumaki being the sole survivor. After three months of psyche evaluations and extensive medical tests, which revealed a yet unknown anomaly in his blood. Being the sole surviving member of the original Delta Team, he was giving free reign of who he would assign to the team and was made co-team leader when the team was dubbed fit for duty.

CHARACTER PROFILE: Naruto Uzumaki's character has proven to be somewhat of a puzzle for Umbrella Corporation Psychologists. In combat, he has shown complete and total apathy for anyone he deems as the enemy, however if a member of his team is found to be surrounded or on the verge of death he will risk life and limb to ensure the team member is safe until help can be found. During the three months, he was under psyche evaluations he was shown as sleeping just enough to keep him from suffering from any ill-effects until his dead team member's remains or identification tags had been found.

He has also shown to have an almost empathic link with those few people he dubs friend.

TEST RESULTS: After the events surrounding the Raccoon City Incident, Mr. Uzumaki had been acquired by one of Umbrella's top operatives. Extensive testing at our British Columbia facility has shown that, like his father, the T-Virus has bonded with him on an almost genetic level. Currently it has hypothesized that this has led to a significant increase in speed, strength, durability, and has granted him a healing factor that renders most conventional means of killing him ineffective. Further Testing will be conducted to determine the extent of his abilities, and if they can be made useful for Umbrella Corporation personnel in the future.

Equipment:

1x USS issued combat/stealth uniform (active camouflage integrated into the suit)

1x M16 assault rifle, modified with scope and extended magazine

1x USS issued 9mm pistol, modified with extended magazine and muzzle brake

1x Wrist mounted computer (V.I. integrated into the software, currently trying to replicate it)

1x Experimental High Frequency Blade (in the shape of a traditional katana blade)

1x Umbrella Corporation gas mask (standard issue lenses replace with lenses that provide advanced Heads Up Display, that monitors team heartbeats, provides layout of currently occupied room/building depending on settings, and enemy weapons loadout.)

Current Mission Record: Operation: Gravedigger, Operation: Retriever, Operation: Dark Knight, Operation: Falling Star, Solo Mission: Fox Demon, Ecliptic Express, Operation: Raccoon City.

_End of File_

So anyway what do all of you think?

I know the Omake at the end isn't a traditional funny Omake, but it was either I do this way or do it during an interlude.

Also the story of what happened to Naruto in Raccoon City will be told in CW Arrow style flash backs…. kinda.

Also to anyone who also reads Banshee and the Fox or Child of Fury, they are in various stages of development.

Anyway, if you liked it please favorite, alert, or review it, whatever floats your boat. But in other news…

-hits a button on the remote in my hand as it shows the explosion of Umbrella's Rockfort Island Facility-

THE APOCALYPSE WILL BE TELEVISED.