The sewers were cold and silent, but deep within its cavernous tunnels, a secret lab was hidden; Umbrella's most sensitive research was being conducted in this lab, run by one of the corporation's greatest minds.
But Hunk didn't care about intelligence or greatness. All he cared about was his orders.
He knew exactly what he had to do as he and his three-man team arrived at a sewer gate. They were to infiltrate and obtain a sample of the G-Virus, a new weapon currently in development.
According to Hunk's information from Christine Henri, head of the French R&D, the company was suffering from the loss of the Arklay facility in July, and they needed something to make up for the billions of dollars worth of equipment lost.
However, the virus was still incomplete, and despite the dangers of using such an unstable weapon, they needed it, now, even if it meant killing the man who invented it.
And that was where Hunk and his team came in. Armed with MP5Ks and VP70s, as well as equipment for safely transporting the virus, they were ready for anything.
The four soldiers stalked the moist tunnels as silently as they were expected to be. Stevens, their point man, waited for them at their first checkpoint. Smith and Young held position while Hunk studied the maps with Stevens.
"Stevens, you and Young go on ahead. Smith and I will wait here and secure our escape route."
Stevens nodded, brandishing his MP5K. He and Young continued on while Hunk and Smith both took up defensive positions.
"Sir, what if something…bad happens?"
Hunk sighed. Derek Smith was still green, and obviously a little paranoid, but he was also an excellent marksman; Hunk personally requested him for his team to the suits back at HQ. He smiled underneath his mask.
"Nothing will, Smith. Now assume your post."
Smith saluted and stood watch. Hunk went to his post, and it was then that he also wondered the same thing.
They noticed the cable car. Young activated it and they rode it to the other side. Once there, they walked through a couple of gray corridors and then into a management office.
Stevens searched the office and it was clear.
"Young, start up the lift."
"Yes, sir," he answered. He turned the control key and the lift outside reached their level.
They stepped onto the lift and activated the turntable. Slowly, the elevator went down.
Three minutes later, they reached the lab. They navigated their way through several identical-looking halls and corridors. It was a slow endeavor but then they finally reached their destination.
"This way," Stevens said. They used a card key and opened the door.
Inside, they could hear someone talking; it was undoubtedly William Birkin, their target.
"It's sheer perfection: my precious G-Virus. No one will ever take you away from me."
It was Birkin. Stevens and Young both ran into the lab, coming face-to-face with Doctor Birkin, clutching both a sample case full of T and G samples, and a 9mm pistol.
Birkin was smiling, despite the situation. "So you've finally come."
Stevens jacked a round into his MP5K, speaking gruffly. "Doctor, we're here to collect the G-Virus sample."
Young was behind him, his weapon also raised. Birkin stepped back, his hand trembling.
"Sorry, but I won't just…hand over my life's work."
Ah, to hell with this…I'd rather just shoot him, Stevens thought to himself.
Birkin was still backing up, trying to find another way out—
—when a coffee cup fell to the ground. It startled Birkin…but also made him a clear target.
Young opened fire, 9mm rounds shredding Birkin's right arm and chest.
Stevens placed his arm over Young's weapon. "Stop! You might hit the samples!"
Young nodded and they both walked to the sample case, ignoring the shuddering Birkin.
"That's it, all right," Young said.
Stevens nodded, taking the case. "Okay, let's move out."
They both headed out of the lab, not knowing that they passed Birkin's wife, but even if they did, it wouldn't have mattered.
They found the samples and eliminated Birkin—mission complete.
It had been twenty minutes since Stevens and Young left. Hunk reached for his radio.
"Alpha team, have you retrieved the sample yet?"
A pause, and then, "Affirmative. We'll meet at the rendezvous point in about one minute."
Hunk nodded. "Roger."
Smith also nodded, and Hunk could feel a smile on his face. It was too easy; Birkin obviously never stood a chance.
Now to get our pay—
"Ggggggrrrrrraaaaaaaahhhhhh!"
They both jumped, chilled to the bone by the scream.
"W-What was that!" Smith babbled.
"Something's wrong. Let's check it out."
At the same time, Hunk heard gunfire from up ahead, and he shuddered; Stevens and Young were in trouble.
"Over there!" he shouted, and they ran. Ahead, they heard shouting and more gunfire.
"Shit! Eat this, you freak!"
"Come on, stop it!"
"I'm stopping it!"
"What is this thing?"
Then they screamed again. The gunfire was silenced.
Hunk shouted to Smith. "Hurry!"
The two ran, and within a minute found the source of the screams.
"What is this thing!" Hunk shouted in surprise.
The thing was huge, almost like a man, but his right arm was mutated, and with tri-bladed claws. Behind him, they saw Stevens and Young, dead. The sample case beside them was crushed, too. The creature screamed again and advanced toward them.
"Fire, fire!" Hunk yelled, and both men unloaded their MP5Ks. The monster's torso was riddled with bullet wounds, but he continued towards Hunk and Smith. They reloaded and fired again. The thing still kept coming. Almost instantly, Smith's throat was slashed. He screamed as he fell to the ground, dead.
Smith!
"Son of a—" Hunk blurted. He opened fire again—
—and his gun clicked empty. Breathing heavily, he saw the thing's shoulder, and a giant eye emerged. He screamed as the monster's arm came down—
—and the tunnels started flooding with sewer water. Hunk got caught in the current and was being washed away.
When Hunk finally came to, he checked his PDA and noticed that the area was thick with T-Virus activity.
The T-Virus…it's loose…
He sighed, feeling thankful that he had taken the vaccine before the mission. He then noticed a vial next to him. It was a G-Virus sample, still intact.
This is ironic. I find the sample, and my team's dead…
He placed it into his pouch and grabbed his radio, signaling for the helicopter.
"Alpha team here. Mission accomplished."
"Roger. We'll rendezvous at the meeting point."
The radio went silent, and Hunk climbed the nearby stairs, drawing his pistol. If the sample case was destroyed, then it was definitely possible that the test subjects in the lab got out. He looked at his chronometer and saw that it was the 30th of September, nine days later. He sighed heavily as he braced himself for the terrors ahead.
A week ago, Raccoon City was still a normal, isolated community. Now, it had certainly become a mass graveyard, and the living were dying by the minute.
Hunk opened the door and stepped inside. There was no turning back.
He was almost there.
Hunk barely managed to get to the second floor passageway that led to the roof. Along the way, he had to fight off several human carriers and a fair amount of B.O.W.s. He had a 12-gauge shotgun and a Desert Eagle .50AE Magnum in addition to his 9mm, but he was just about out of ammo. He had only fifteen 9mm bullets, three shotgun shells, and six .50-caliber rounds remaining.
Maybe I won't need them…
Just as he thought that, it appeared. Hunk thought he had incapacitated it a while ago, but it was back.
The seeker…
The monster that came toward him—and obviously the G-Virus sample—was a T-103, a new model of Tyrant. Its body was composed of circuitry and synthetic tissue, designed to resist gunfire and injury. In addition, it also had the ability to follow simple orders programmed after activation, and there was only one in this matter: obtain the G-Virus.
But Hunk also knew the other secret the T-103 had: it's second form. When the limiter inside its coat was completely destroyed, the T-103's true form would emerge. With design specs taken from the previous Tyrant model, T-002, this model was vastly superior in every way.
Hunk grabbed his shotgun and fired. The buckshot round hit it at point-blank range, and true to its nature, was completely unfazed. The T-103 swung its giant arms towards Hunk, but he managed to dodge them. He then unloaded his two remaining shells and dropped the weapon. Scrambling to the helipad door, he pulled the Desert Eagle and emptied the clip, going for the head.
The rounds managed to find their mark, but it wasn't enough. The T-103 was built too well. Hunk then pulled the VP70, using up the last of his ammunition to try to incapacitate it again.
His last six rounds managed to penetrate its ribcage, and the T-103 was definitely starting to shut down again. But Hunk knew it wouldn't last. He opened the door and grabbed a signal flare from his vest.
After a couple of minutes, the helicopter came and lowered a rope ladder. Frantically, he climbed it and dove into the seat.
"Get the hell out of here…" Hunk breathed as he removed his mask. The helicopter flew out of Raccoon and into the night.
"Well done, Mr. Death," a voice spoke from behind him. "I see you're still hard to get rid of."
Hunk jumped to see Christine Henri sitting casually in the seat behind his.
"And what do you want?" he demanded.
Henri smiled. "I just want you to know how happy I am that you managed to survive. You have the sample, correct?"
He nodded and pulled it out of his pouch carefully.
"Excellent. Now, Mr. Death, I have a special assignment for you."
"What?" he muttered.
"I need you to oversee a delivery of a new Tyrant model to the Rockfort facility."
"About that…why didn't you tell me they were sending in the seekers?"
"We assumed you were dead. Besides, you should be lucky that you didn't face Nemesis."
Hunk shivered. Nemesis was far more advanced than the T-103, and a hell of a lot tougher to kill. Henri was right about him being lucky.
"Understood," he said softly.
As the helicopter flew back to HQ, Hunk leaned back into his seat, knowing that the demise of Raccoon City was already underway…and that it was the beginning of the end.
