~~Recap~~

During a fairly normal check on a possible hostage crisis, STARS has discovered that Malton is becoming swiftly infected with the T-virus, it's citizens slowly becoming an army of the undead. To counter this, the members of the Special Tactics And Rescue Service are patrolling the city, saving any lives they can.

It has only been a short while now, and already misfortune is striking from all directions. While scouting, Jonathan Hutchins is attacked by a Nemesis tyrant, and barely survives the ordeal.

Rick Firestorm has gone missing. His partner, Stuart Brown, however, has found the Necrobot, but came face-to-face with Albert Wesker in the process.

The members of STARS are pulling off all their resources. Can they survive the outbreak? Can they survive each other?

Right outside the Angerstein building, the streets were paved with blood, and guts, too, but just blood sound much nicer.

Let's try that again.

Right outside the Angerstein building, the streets were paved with blood. The corpses of countless T-virus carriers now lay at the feet of Stuart and the Necrobot. They had only climbed out of the NecroTech facility a few minutes ago, and had did a pretty nice job of cleaning up, if the lack of any movement was any indication.

"Sir, all carriers have been neutralized. Shall we proceed to the coordinates you prepared?" The Necrobot said emotionlessly. Before they left, Stuart had ALICE download a map of the city to the Necrobot, for easy navigation. "Sure, let's go." He said, and the man/machine pair continued on their way back to HQ, with Stuart still quite shaken. Where did Albert Wesker come from? Where did Rick disappear to? Those questions haunted him as he walked alongside his mechanic companion.

-Somewhere else-

BLAM

"Ah, dat's forty ah got." Loic said, quite pleased with himself, as he kicked aside the zombie, who now had a face full of bullet holes. Behind him, Hakimaru was violently shooting at a group of undead women. "Really," he said, in between shots, "I've got close to sixty right now." He said, rather confidently. "At this rate, you'll be looking for food, man." He boasted, shooting one of his undead lovers in the face. "The good ones are all zeds now, eh?"

"Aye, pity, innit? They look like you would've made a good couple, now!" Loic said, blasting a simplified lawyer. "Forty one!"

"Loic, Hakimaru, report in, over." The radio, with John Killah's voice, sprang to live. Loic grabbed it while simultaneously firing at a kid. "Reporting in, sir. We're fine, what do you need on you're end, over?" He asked.

"Hutchins and Cordero have gone missing. They last reported near your current location. See if you can't find them, okay? Over."

"Well, ain't that nice? We gotta find da babies, eh?" Loic said, putting away the radio and trudged over to the car, laughing a bit as he did. "Les go, Hakimaru!" He said, to find that his partner was walking in circles around a zombie, taunting it, before shooting it in the face and hurrying over. "Okay, let's go." He said, hopping into the drivers seat. The two sped off, to search for their teammates . . .

Back at STARS HQ, the various special forces members were shocked to discover that John Killah was no longer in his office, and Linda Milley had disappeared as well. A quick search of the building revealed they had disappeared completely. Several members had met to discuss this. "Where would they go?" One asked, while another, Dylan, looked around. "Perhaps they left to look for Hutchins and Cordero." He said, contemplating. "More than half our force is out on the streets, and we can't afford to lose anyone, we already lost Harold, Robert and Cody, so that's almost one fourth of our group gone if Jonathan and Elisse go down. Keeping everyone alive is definitely a priority." He explained.

Out on the streets, Killah and Milley were strolling almost leisurely down a road, John had brought his magnum, Judgment, and Linda brought along what looked like a high-powered rifle, good for long distances. The two occasionally shot down an undead, or directed a citizen to a safe house. However, it had been an hour since they left base, and nothing of particular interest happened, until the boom of a truck was heard behind them.

They both turned, to see the a rather large truck speeding their way, the driver apparently losing control. "John!" Linda started, but stopped when he lifted his arm, pointing Judgment at the vehicle, and fired. Immediately, nothing happened. However, as the truck drew closer, the engine became engulfed in a fiery explosion, and the hauler swerved to the side, going right past Killah, and into a hotel off the side. The fire caused by the truck began to spread, attracting several undead. John and Linda only shot at a few, though, before going off on their search.

The topic of everyone's panic; Cordero and Hutchins, seems to be an interesting one. Back at the site of the earlier attack, A recovering Jonathan is propped up against a bike while Elisse tends to his various wounds inflicted by the hulking menace they fought earlier. As she did, the medic heard a heavy step behind her. Thinking the monster returned, she swung around, gun pointing furiously, only to find what could best be described as a black man, in black.

He wore a black trench coat, black shirt, leather pants, black boots, gloves, and sunglasses. At his side was the hilt of what Elisse believed was a katana, in his hand was some sort of shotgun. He just looked at her, until she asked; "Who are you?"

He glanced around. "My name is Lt Cobra. I am on a special mission to eliminate everyone in this city, living or not." He said, pointing his weapon at Elisse. "You two look rather weak and defenseless." He said, and ran forward. Before he could get close, though, his head had a nice bullet hole in it, courtesy of Elisse's handgun. He dropped to the floor, dead. "Damn idiot." Jonathan mumbled.