Chapter nine.
Jezz... Long chapter.
This one takes place in the side of the guys from Resident Evil.
The song 'used' match the chapter's title.
And yes, I know it's not from disney, but still it's cool. C:
Dissclaimer: I own nothing.
According to Plan
In the dark of the night…
In the dark of the night…
In the dark…
The chilly mercenary opened his eyes and straightened in his bed with a dissimulated gasp. It had been another of those weird nightmares. He sighed as he brushed his blond hair with one hand. An odd sensation of coldness silently stroked him.
-Curious nightmares. Those that are real enough to make you shudder, real enough to rip a scream out of you-
But he wasn't the kind of person that was easily frightened, not even facing true flesh and bone horrors.
After thinking about it for a moment he found himself being confused, and a little bit angered by the fact that something could cause him nightmares. How could he be scared by a nuisance like a bad dream?
He, who had been working with all kind of strange and bloody creatures for years, and specially for the last months under his new commander's orders to retrieve the most important samples and specimens for his projects and experiments, to eliminate the setbacks, to recuperate costly information, he who had never been tainted by fear or regret, the one and only Human Unit Never Killed, Mr. Death. He was the best at his work, no doubt.
Still in bed, and silently gloating about his unique talent of can-not-be-killed-ness, his mind brought back some memories.
-Flashback-
It had been quite a while since the change of administration.
He grabbed the doorknob with his gloved hand, tightening the grip in his other hand that was holding a vial –He was about to face him again, his latest superior, an old genius of the corporation that had betrayed it once, he had died –Or that was what HUNK had heard-, and then came back to take it over; Albert Wesker-. He opened the door and got into the room, it was a big hall, elegant and obscure, only a dim light illuminated the whole scene.
-Fitting-
He took three steps and looked up. In the deep darkness of the room two crimson glowing orbs suddenly were fixated on him.
"Greetings… I wasn't expecting you to come back so soon, I'm pleased" A cold voice said as a welcome.
"Mission accomplished with success" HUNK spoke out through his mask.
His uniform and boots were stained with blood –Not his though, some of that blood wasn't even human- his weapons were half loaded, and under his gasmask his expression was stoic, as always. He took in a silent deep breath and walked forwards; he reached the wide desktop and raised the vial in front of his commander.
"Here's the sample" The mercenary said professionally.
His superior did nothing. There was no movement or sound for a moment. In addition of performing with lethal efficiency, HUNK was also patient, and kept stiff and quiet, guessing his superior was preparing something to say.
"Take off your mask" Wesker ordered with a soft voice.
It was a strange petition, but he nodded frigidly, and obeyed, he raised his hand and slowly undid the clasps behind his gasmask. He took it off and held it in his free hand, staring down at the carpeted floor.
"Gaze at me" Was the next order.
Again, HUNK complied, glancing up and locking his light blue eyes with his superior's demon reddish eyes. If it was a tactic to intimidate him, it wasn't working, the mercenary stood still and serious in front of him.
"Your eyes, they look so alive" It could be felt that the man in the shadows was smirking.
HUNK said nothing. -It wasn't his work to discuss, he had never spoke out some excuse, just deliver results- But he knew what his superior meant behind all the praise, it was a sick mockery.
-Death's eyes look so alive-
His pseudonym hadn't come by free. His experience and methods were to be feared.
After the few years under his service –And all the years under Umbrella's command- he hadn't failed one single mission, he hadn't presented upon his superior tainted or injured, of course he couldn't escape from a few drops and splashes of blood, but in the end, just like this time, it wasn't his blood.
Even being a 'fragile' human he had never been seriously injured during a mission, not even a scratch, not a single one. After the most dangerous commissions, after the most suicidal petitions, he was still alive, and the little more important detail: he was still human. He had proved himself to his superior multiple times, and just being a human.
-Sometimes, to escape death means to become death itself-
And one time and another, he had seen his partners die, silent deaths, gruesome deaths, nothing was sacred, nothing was pure, no one of them was irreplaceable; not even him, but his luck and skill guaranteed that he would always be the soundless witness of all the tragedy.
His former identity was lost, forever gone; he was now Mr. Death, that solely. He was now a lonely reaper; a heartless instrument of destruction. Maybe that was the secret behind the success –He was accustomed to be alone, careless about the feelings of others as they were careless for his feelings, if he was able to feel at all-; he didn't need to worry about his partners. For him, all of them, no matter age or race, were mere tools to dispose of to accomplish a mission.
There was a movement then, a gentle wind; Wesker had disappeared from the chair behind the desktop. And then he felt something behind him. His body tensed by reflex, feeling a cold slow breath in the back of his neck.
"Something so powerful, so perfect in body and mind" He heard the deep voice of his superior, who placed a hand in his shoulder, advancing slowly to his neck. "Deadly, silent, efficient, uncorrupted…"
HUNK stood silent and stiff, like a statue, not caring about the intimidation. Fear was something he had relegated from his mind long ago. It was remarkable though, that his current superior had been, from his point of view, the most wicked and sinister he'd ever had.
Madness was something common in the Umbrella issues, luckily, and even after the horror filled missions he had been in, madness hadn't tainted him…yet. Or so he thought.
Another hand snatched away the vial he was holding.
"And yet, as any other human, so frail…" In a second, he felt his neck trapped by a death grip and his body being lifted up. He barely could let out a failed gasp. His superior smashed him against the desktop with moderated strength –For something like him- and let him go.
The mercenary rolled over his back, over the edge of the desktop, and fell to the floor with a low thump, coughing, both from the strangling grip and the smack. A low chuckle was heard in the darkness.
-I have been doing your dirty work, recuperating operations, I have assassinated high elements of the corporation, all for you, and you toss me aside like nothing-
It didn't matter. In the end, nothing mattered.
He was empty, unable to feel empathy for his partners, the anonymous men and women that had died by his side just like cattle.
Somehow, it wasn't so bad, it was interesting to be killed off by something that at least had a conscience and wasn't a mindless monstrosity –But monstrosity after all-, like many other that he had saw mauling, poisoning and even eating his team.
But Wesker didn't show any sign of desire to kill him.
"It's that all you need from me?"The mercenary then asked coldly, not with a single bit of fear denoted in his voice. His back was still aching from the strike, but he managed to stand up slowly, picking up his mask that had fell to the floor. Looking up to meet his superior's eyes.
Another chuckle in the dark.
"Why didn't you defend yourself?"
"I wasn't ordered to do it, and as my current superior, I can't attempt against you" The mercenary looked at him with a serious stare. "But if my mission isn't to die, then I will not die. If you don't need me for anything else, I depart"
He turned his back to the other man and walked to the door.
"I must thank you" Wesker spoke from the darkness. HUNK stopped. "Without your help it would have been more complicated to achieve my goals. I'm glad you were one of the few who complied to follow me. The others… seemed to held at least a little bit of loyalty to the older corporation standards"
HUNK remembered them, scientists and other staff of the corporation, the armed forces; his partners, some of them refused to follow the new administration. He had killed the defiant, securing Wesker's authority.
"I serve to the strongest" The mercenary muttered emotionlessly.
"You're smart, Mr. Death" The blond tyrant said. "I hope in the future you could be more liable to take your place as an important part of the plan, a crucial part"
Back then he didn't know what Wesker meant.
"Plans are not always perfect" HUNK muttered grimly.
"I command over Death itself, what could stop me now?"
It had to be said; the man had some sick sense of humor.
- Flashback ends-
He had never been intimidated, not even by the monster that was now his superior.
But something suddenly was making him uneasy, specially these later nights. It was like a warning. And he, being all the way an eternal-stoic man, wasn't willing to let these kind of rare feelings to get troubling into his work, but he couldn't shove the thoughts off of his mind either.
-Particularly this day-
After all, it was the day Wesker would be done with all his planning and finally giving into some real action.
-After all these years of development, just one piece was left to be removed to win the game: Lord Spencer-
He remembered what Wesker had said about it when HUNK asked if he wanted him to kill the old man, like he had sent him to do with other personnel. "I want to kill him with my own hands"
He had heard that the highest Lord of Umbrella was a stern hardhearted individual full of megalomaniac affairs. His image didn't match his fame tough. HUNK had met Spencer just once, not enough to say much about him, the only thing that denoted his special personality were his eyes, stiff cold eyes of a visionary; a futurist mind trapped in an old withered body.
In the end, the old man had seemed so afraid of Wesker when the blond tyrant returned to action, taking over the company bit by bit, he had disappeared from the face of the Earth, literally.
Lately, Wesker had managed to find out the location of Spencer.–It had been HUNK's work to retrieve the information- and he seemed oddly gleeful about it. There was something odd about their relationship, but he didn't mind it too much, HUNK's work stood on obeying the strongest, hence Wesker.
In the dark of the night…
Maybe the natural anxiety before any special event was the cause of his unease state, yeah, it made sense. Even when he wasn't a man that could be easily affected by the pressure, this singular moment in his life was indeed something remarkable. It would be the beginnings of a new era, for everyone, for the whole world, so he must've think it was normal to be a little bit nervous.
He stood up off the bed and walked to the bathroom. After taking a good shower, he dressed up in his favorite black uniform and slicked back his blond hair. He put on black gloves, black boots and black… mask. He looked at himself in the mirror.
This mask, the one he was currently wearing was more serious than the one he had wore during all the events in the infamous Raccoon City, and he had used it during his latest missions.
It had a more modern design, just covering the superior part of the face; it was smaller and lighter, all along more practical. He was so proud about the design he had made in it. It was a black lacquered plague doctor-like mask with shining red crystal glasses in the eye holes. The design was so cool that even his 'ever-wearing sunglasses superior' wanted to use it for his own purposes.
HUNK put on the hood of his uniform's jacket, adjusting it with the hood threads, ready for this special day.
-The final day-
He abandoned his room and made his way into the hallways, directing himself to take breakfast into the cafeteria sector.
-Of course hoping for something special to eat in this special day was still too much of a dream-
At least he was grateful to be one of the few employers that still could eat normal food.
He took a coffee and some cookies to accompany it. He liked chocolate chip cookies because they shared dark and bright ingredients, just like him. His exterior was pale; he had blond hair and light blue eyes, yet his interior was gloomy and cold like the darkest of winter nights.
In the dark of the night…
That phrase. He didn't know where it had come from; he may have heard it in his dreams. Maybe it had a secret meaning, but he was uninterested in subconscious puzzles. The thing was the little phrase was stuck in his head, like a rhyme, like a rhythm, a song…
"Hey" A raspy voice greeted. He gazed up. A tall bulky man had appeared in the door, and then walked towards him sitting in front of him, with a cocky smile on his scarred face. "What's up?"
And there was his unpredictable and unpractical partner: Big, bulky and loud; the perfect opposite of Mr. Death. HUNK had met him quite a while ago. Like him; he was a devoted and close subordinate to Wesker. But unlike the masked mercenary, the other man had a friendlier and more extroverted attitude, even to Wesker himself, a characteristic that tended to irritate HUNK sometimes.
"Good morning, Krauser" HUNK replied coldly.
"How many times I must say you can call me Jack. Mnh…cookies" He said, as taking a cookie from HUNK's bowl. "Hey, don't tell me you're gonna use that today. It is supposed to be a special day, why the hell you're still wearing that damn thing?"
"What are you talking about?" HUNK asked, as composed he can be.
"Tsk… Isn't it obvious? Your mask"
"What is wrong with it?" He asked back as munching a cookie. "You're wearing your beret too"
"It's a part of me; I can't simply leave it behind. But listen, you're wearing a mask today, the dawn of the new era, this is `The Day', y'know"
"I know. And that's why I'm using it, it will make the 'Special Day' even more special"
"But you use that everyday, how would it be different?"
"This is my favorite one, that's it" And HUNK took a sip from his coffee.
"It's ridiculous"
"You just don't understand the complex logic of it" The chilly mercenary replied.
The scarred man looked at him, twitching his mouth with incredulity.
"Well, whatever, you're bizarre" He spat childishly "The better you could do the night before The Great Day is just going to sleep"
"Of course, for such an important day it's important to rest the nes…"
He paused, and the hand he was holding a cookie with to conduce it to his mouth also stopped.
The night…
In the dark of the night…
In the dark of the night…
Evil will find you…
In the dark of the night…
You'll all be mine…
-The figure above the others wasn't a creature, it had human shape. It was raising his arms to lead the other monsters. He couldn't say why, but he had the feeling its eyes were full of anger, and desire for revenge. Those eyes shined red in the dark…in the dark of the night. He felt the ferocious coldness of a snowy breeze stroke him-
-And he felt fear-
Krauser noticed the absent state of the masked one –It was easy for him despise the mask, because he knew him- and waved his hand in front of him.
"Hey, HUNK…you okay?" He asked as he took in his mouth the cookie his partner was holding.
"uh…yes…" HUNK answered with a voice a little lost, regaining his contact with reality.
"C'mon, you can tell me"
"It's nothing"
"You sure?" Krauser smiled tauntingly.
HUNK stared at him the fiercest he could and curved down one corner of his mouth, but the gesture seemed to have little effect.
"Fine" He said after a moment. Damn Krauser and his facility to pull out a conversation –Few people had managed to accomplish that with HUNK- "I remembered an unpleasant dream"
"A nightmare" The other said, as taking another cookie. "You see? That's what you got for only sleeping as a boring lamb before the great day; you should've come with me and Burnside in our festive night in the bar" And took yet another cookie "Now your subconscious side is punishing you for not satisfying your pleasure necessities"
"I think that's hardly the case, Krauser. Besides I still rather dream nightmares than live them" HUNK said with his cold voice, narrowing his eyes "And stop doing that, don't pretend I don't notice you're eating my cookies"
"You're exceptionally stiff today, y'know" And the scarred one took another cookie. "Tell me, for real, what is up with you? I know it's not the cookies"
HUNK gave him another rigid glare, even trough his mask was easy to notice. There was silence then between the two as their eyes kept locked, in a silent fight. Krauser munched another cookie, still with his eyes fixated on his partner's.
HUNK finally gazed down, Krauser smiled.
"I have a murky feeling about this" The mercenary spoke slowly, reluctantly expressing his worries to someone else –Something that he didn't do often-.
"You mean you feel bad about all the chaff that it's gonna die because of Wesker's plan? That's odd from you. Besides, the people left after the Uroboros's spreading will be better in all aspects"
"No, not that" HUNK replied, pausing for a moment. "It's complicated; I'm not used to having dreams at all"
"Oh, I got it, you're feeling regret about something horrible that you did on some of your missions, and now it's haunting you. That's even odder" Krauser took another cookie.
"I tell you that's not it. I never repent of my behavior, I'm a mercenary; it's my job to be vile and efficient. I stand proudly over the blood I've spilt" HUNK explained coldly "What I'm thinking it's that if this dream turned out to be something serious, something real, and something significant, it could affect our plans"
Krauser looked at him for a moment with a serious stare –Something a little improper of him-. It was strange to hear HUNK speaking that way, referring to dreams as omens of the future. Maybe he was finally driving mad.
HUNK thought he had finally pulled out some empathy from that mass of muscles, and the scarred guy was seriously thinking about the consequences of an unforeseen interference from an unknown individual that could've something to do with the past of the corporation. He was already thinking about alerting Wesker and preparing a special force for the encounter; it was a good idea to have something reserved just in case, HUNK himself was more than willing to take care of it. He was about to make a serious suggestion...
Then the red beret soldier smiled, taking another cookie, the last one in the bowl.
"Stop it!" HUNK scowled.
Krauser smiled defiantly, and approached the cookie to his mouth.
"Don't you dare to…" The masked mercenary narrowed his eyes.
The other just giggled as just how serious HUNK could behave even in the most ordinary situations. Krauser liked mock him around, just for the fact of him being, well, Krauser and HUNK being 'Mr. Death', such a gloomy alias, although most of time it wasn't so easy to make HUNK snap. The chilly mercenary managed to keep composed and obnoxiously efficient even under the most ridiculous petitions, like when Krauser had told him–Of course he was lying- that Wesker wanted him to clean his office in a chambermaid Lolita costume.
Against all possibilities, HUNK did it, he just had asked some details, but did it, in all dignity and effectiveness. When Wesker got into his office he seemed confused; and shocked when HUNK stood in front of him, all up in the Lolita costume and spoke out 'Mission Accomplished, sir. Orders?'.
Krauser was watching all, hiding behind a bookcase, trying the best not to fall in his ass laughing. He failed, and both, Wesker and HUNK looked at him. After explaining the entire incident, Wesker sat as his desktop and just asked them to leave, slightly smirking, a little trail of blood coming out of his nose.
Krauser wanted to ask if he was okay but his boss dissuaded him with a glare. Gosh, even Wesker used to smile more often than 'Mr. Death', just rejoicing in his…evilness?
As for HUNK, he said nothing, absolutely nothing, and just departed to his room, not even looking at Krauser. The only thing that indicated that HUNK was pissed off was that the next morning a strange explosive artifact blew up in Krauser's room, not only burning it but also Krauser noticed his collection of knives had been used in the device.
Yep, HUNK was pissed off. But the explosion did little to dissuade Krauser from keep on bothering him. It was just too much fun.
Back to present time, he was about to continue playing with the cookie issue when suddenly his partner stood up and charged against him. Both ended up in the floor, struggling, trying to gain control of the cookie, for a while, until HUNK finally subjugated - Despise his slim complexion, HUNK knew some powerful wrestling locks and movements-, his larger partner and recuperated the precious cookie.
"Success" HUNK shouted out, standing up, holding the cookie in his hand.
"Why the hell do you always take things so seriously!" Krauser said, ached, still in the floor from the struggle –slowly standing up.
"Because no one else is going to do it for me"
"You could've broke my arm or leg"
"Well, then you must be thankful I didn't break your neck, although I doubt that even If I do it you would die" The masked mercenary spoke grimly, his expressionless giving an even colder connotation to his words. "I guess it takes more creativity to kill you"
Krauser chuckled. HUNK scowled at the sound, the one that loses isn't supposed to be allowed to laugh at the victor.
"That's a good one"
HUNK glared at him.
"It wasn't a joke"
"I know. It's just the way you mean it so seriously what makes it funny" Krauser folded his arms.
HUNK was silent for a moment, and then spoke again.
"It's hard to believe Wesker also named you General, you're so…so…" HUNK couldn't find the right adjective "Krauser…"
"Yeah, that's it, I'm unique" The other smiled. "This is indeed a special day, it's not even midday and I have already made you snap"
"Shut it…"
Just in that moment, another figure passed by, stopping at the door and looking at them. It was a young woman, short blond hair, and clad in a deep blue cloak, under that, however, was a specialized suit, also blue, so tight that only a woman could stand it. She was one of the survivors of Racoon, daughter of the renowned developer of the G-virus -And, in fact, the only case of a successful bonding with the G-virus-, Sherry Birkin.
She was stronger, faster and she had retained her intelligence, one of the most valuable allies to Wesker, not only being superhuman, but also she had kept up with his father work as a scientist.
"Glad to find you here, I need you two to come with me, Jack, Human Unit Never Killed" She said with a serious, yet animated tone, shooting a glare to the masked man.
Even if the time had passed their relation had kept difficult -If it wasn't for the both of them were working for the same person, she would've killed the masked bastard long ago, or vice versa- He had never been disdainful to her, or giving any sign of disrespect, but neither had he shown to be repent of what he had done.
She blamed on him the fact his father had died, if it wasn't for his team's intervention, he had never had to use the G-virus on himself and became a monster, he had never killed her mother and then blow up with the train in Raccoon City.
Although, she was deeply grateful and loyal to Wesker, enough for not to kill his most deadly assassin.
"We must get ourselves ready for the start of the great plot. This is the day when the first step it's going to be taken, behave properly, we're the main Generals of our great Lord" She said, with a soft smirk.
"You're right, Miss Birkin. It's about time" Krauser complied.
HUNK nodded silently, dusting off his uniform, and adjusting his mask.
"Come up, Steve is already waiting for us and I'm sure Ada, Excella and the others are in their way"
She made a gesture to indicate them to follow her.
The group walked out of the cafeteria, passing some halls, doors that guided to labs and creature storage rooms, some stairs, and finally made their way to a hallway that lead to a main court inside the fortress they were in.
Near them, a young man was standing, with his hands on a portable videogame. He had long red hair tied in a ponytail, some strands still messy over his forehead though, pale green skin –Sequel of his former disastrous infection with T-Veronica, later stabilized thanks to Wesker-, and his eyes were also whole red, with slit black pupils. He was wearing black military pants and boots, fingerless black leather gloves, a yellow shirt and over all a blue long coat- A whacky style-. He looked at the incoming group, packing the little console in his coat.
"At last. You're here" He smiled at them, showing his fangs –Also a sequel of his infection-.
"Hi Steve" Sherry addressed. "Any new notifications?"
"Not really, the only thing he said is that we must get the army ready, all of us"
Sherry smiled, Krauser too. It was impossible to know the expression of HUNK.
The place would soon be filled with the hundreds of undead followers of their Great Lord, each one fully convinced and willing to obey, –Refusing an order wasn't in their program, even if it meant to attempt against their own well-being- Sherry had been in charge for most of that work, as her partners collaborated in other issues, as told by their leader.
The thought of order and perfection that will be spread trough the world made Birkin smile and suspire with enthusiasm. It was just like her father would've wanted, precision, organization and progress for the humankind, all accomplished trough viral-induced evolution. The latest creation of their leader, and lifetime friend of her beloved father, Wesker, would mostly make sure of that progress. Uroboros would be the key to a better world.
Birkin stepped forward with a singular pace. Her partners watched her marching, she approached to a metal column and pushed a button in it, and fellow lights illuminated the place.
"Come on"
She walked again, humming, almost as if she was dancing. Steve looked at her demonstration, smiling, sharing the enthusiasm of the approaching action. He followed. Krauser too. The last one -The chilly mercenary-, stoic as always, was distant of the fun, still thinking about something that could go wrong.
Krauser glimpsed back at him, smiling, HUNK turned away his gaze.
"C'mon" The bulky soldier grabbed his friend's arm.
"No. This is nonsense…"The masked man replied, but ended up being dragged him into the dancing action too.
"It's a beautiful day…" Sherry started, opening her arms in the air.
"It's a rather nice day" Steve agreed.
"…A day for a glorious Judgment" Sherry completed.
"Just the first step, my dear, to be perfectly clear" Krauser explained.
"The first step to our glorious Judgment" Sherry insisted.
"Assuming nothing happens that we don't really know" HUNK spat coldly, with his arms folded, still refusing to join the dancing.
"That nothing unexpected interferes with our show" Sherry shot a fierce look at him, with her hands on her hips, and then continued, turning her gaze. "And that's why everything, every last little thing, every single tiny microscopic little thing must go...According to plan"
"Our boss will ascend" Steve completed.
"According to plan"
"And godly changed" Krauser accompanied this time, grabbing HUNK and pulling him closer to the group.
Then the three of them sang in unison. "We'll set havoc into the strands of society..."
"We'll achieve our goals" Steve whispered.
"Change this filthy world" HUNK muttered.
"Uroboros will refine them" Sherry took the protagonist role again, raising her fist into the air with a confident smile.
"We'll be looking from the highness" Krauser explained.
"There'll be chaos, and then peace, with progress guaranteed" Sherry, Steve and Krauser sang in chorus. "They'll forget everything...that they've ever ever been"
They kept on singing and choiring, unaware that a secret team from the BSAA had succeeded in infiltrating the fortress; its members were now wandering in secrecy in various places of it. Some of the team was occupied installing plenty of bombs around the place, settled ready to explode, and send the whole facility to hell.
But not far away from the four, two of the agents, a man and a woman –Certainly the most experienced-, were hiding in the shadows, behind some consoles waiting for the apparition of the organization's leader, prepared to take him down. They've heard the singing of the crazy group, the lyrics confirming his fears of a global threat. Yet the musical situation around them was something even more difficult to escape from.
"It's a terrible day" The woman, a brunette with blue outfit, said with a gloomy voice.
"Now don't be that way" Her partner, a bulky man with spiky brow hair, replied.
"It's a terrible day for a mission" She concluded, as loading her special weapon.
"It's a sad, sad state of affairs we're in" The man nodded.
"That has led to this ominous mission" She huffed.
"How could our world have come to this?" Both sang. "To rise out into creation so horrible freaks"
"They're so heartless"
"So wrong…"
"Oh, it couldn't be worse"
"It couldn't be worse? I'm afraid I disagree. They could be the ones out of their proper place to be, in almost a suicide task...just like you...and me"
"Oh, dear" She said again with a lament.
And then both retook the rhythm.
"And that's why everything, every last little thing, every single tiny microscopic little thing must go..."
"According to plan" She signaled.
"This madness will end" He tightened the grip on his weapon.
"According to plan"
"And their leader dead" He narrowed his eyes.
"For the good and peace of humanity" Both choired.
"To the noble memory" She recapped mournfully.
"Of our deceased fellows" He sighed, with a sad expression in his face.
"And who'd have guessed in a million years that our captain, with the face…"
"…so stern at the disgrace" He scowled.
"Would end up claiming to be god as his rightful place?" Both chanted, their faces wrinkling with anger as they remembered the past away events.
"Chris" A dim delicate voice sounded through the man's ear communicator "Are you and Jill ready to proceed?"
"Not yet, we're waiting for the leader to show up…"The male agent responded "Get those explosives placed properly, Claire...I wouldn't want to blow up before it's time" He said whispering, with a joking tone.
"Roger that"
Jill then made a gesture, indicating him to be quiet, apparently one of the 'Generals' was approaching to them.
Sherry got closer to a console and pushed some buttons. Gates opened from the sides of the installation, from them, a multitude of undead soldiers started marching out and forming in rows. It was an army.
"Everything must be perfect" She chanted, as marching towards a metal balcony that protruded from one of the walls.
"Everything must be perfect.
Everything must be perfect
Everything must be perfect, perfect"
Steve joined her, and so Krauser, HUNK at last, keeping silent.
"That's why everything, every last little thing, every single tiny microscopic little thing must go...According to plan!"
The four formed a line in front of the balcony, made a little reverence and stood steady after ending their song.
Both of the agents looked at the zombie military and to the generals with unease, taking a deep breath and gulping. Any little mistake and they would end up lynched by an absurd crowd of zombies. Sure it wouldn't be easy.
It was supposed to be longer, but I decided to cut it in two.
Well...
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