A wolf among sheep

by OkamiYL

Follow the life of Galatea Volkova, a double agent raised by a secret base to spy upon the Umbrella corporation. Hired at a young age, she devoted her life to Umbrella, working as a researcher under harsh, stressing conditions. She gained their trust with her remarkable skills, and earned high rank in their special military, but she was unaware of the nightmare that would unravel.

3. Chapter 3

Rockford Island- 1996

I have been in the Rockford Island Military training facility for a year and I abhor the place; I am not permitted to leave. I train under the codename "DRACO", given to me by my commanding officer, HUNK. A cold, silent, and emotionless man, whom I gazed with admiration. My body is used to the harsh training condition since the age of 5, when I began a life of espionage for the Russian government. As his pupil, I was only second to best, and VECTOR, an elite agent, was number one in his eyes. HUNK was superior to us in every way, even in martial arts, I would always be defeated by him, but VECTOR would draw the match even. However, I' have never lost a match to VECTOR, nor have I won, it was always a draw, but I was undaunted by him. I preferred to be in the shadow, while VECTOR basked in glory, and admiration.

We carried out a large number of operations, all were successful. In the operations, I was assigned the task of Intelligence and marksmanship; GOBLIN 6 was my spotter and flanker, VECTOR was in charge of reconnaissance, and HUNK was our commander. In our missions, a team of seven soldier, along with VECTOR and HUNK, would advance further, while I stayed hidden with GOBLIN 6, providing Intel on the target as well as taking out the other snipers or threat that would endanger the operation. I liked GOBLIN 6, because she only spoke when it was necessary. I honed my skills while I was in the facility. I was a lethal soldier, and because of my proficiency, I was often disciplined and punished for my lack submission.

During one of our break, a fellow soldier asked me to carry the rifles out of the storage room, but I refused because I was cleaning my Barret M82 for the next operation. She began to scream at me, claiming that it was a command, but I continued to ignore her. Out of anger, she kicked the table and all the piece of the rifle scattered. I just stared at the pieces, and an emotion that I had been repressing, came out that day. I grabbed her, bashed her head against the nearby wall, broke her nose, her arm and her shoulder joint. A few of the soldiers tried to stop me, but I bashed them as well, I was in a blind fury. I took my knife to take her life, but HUNK disarmed me. I did not realized that he was in the room with everyone else. I attempted to fight him, but it was an action that I regretted. He sliced my left cheek, and impaled the knife on my leg. Then he proceeded to strike me directly in the stomach, and kicked me to the floor. After the storm calmed, he volunteered to take me to the medic, but I pulled out the knife and tossed it at his feet to preserve my dignity. I limped to the hospital wing with no assistance.

The environment that surrounded me caused to grow hostile and stressed. I was often switched from squad because I was unable to cooperate with the soldiers and my superior abilities would often get a few of them killed. Eventually, after my second year at the military training facility, I was sent on solo missions, successfully completing all of them, until my last mission, when I decided to go rouge, and abandon my position.