Chapter 11: Reunion
Brimstone Bayou
1996
"Caleb Wilson"
Caleb hunted down Snow's trail after learning he disappeared. When that that turned up nothing useful he turned his frustration on the nearest biker club or psycho groups in the area. After wasting a whole good hour he had one still intact. He fastened restraints on the man and began to interrogate him.
"Where is he," Wilson asks as he beat the biker for information. "Where did they take Snow?"
Occasionally the biker gangs and criminals who survived the zombie outbreak would trade with White Umbrella for ammunition and supplies so Caleb was hoping they had heard something during the last trade.
"Go screw yourself, Brit," the biker spits blood on the ground and instantly took another blow from Caleb. Blood continues drip from his mouth. "I ain't telling you shit."
Beating the man was not something Caleb enjoyed. He had been the victim of many beating, in his various H.C.F. missions for Wesker, and started to consider himself worse than the ones who did it to him the last time. It was not like he could run from it though. The day he accepted Wesker's offer he made a deal with the devil and there was no going back.
He did find some vindication for beating him in the fact that—like Damien—the biker thought he was British and he hated being called that. Next to the few horrible things Wesker makes him do, Caleb hated being assumed to be an Englishmen.
The biker was tough; Caleb had to give him that. He took every blow like a contender. Not yielding not matter how tough the punch. Then when it came time for pulling out one of his swords, the biker was singing a different tune. "Alright, alright…shit, no need to be such a hard-ass."
Caleb smiles at his success with the blade close to the man's neck. "Start talking or I slice your throat open."
"Philip mentioned seeing a few of the soldiers, being led by Wintergreen, taking this one captive back to their camp." The biker sings like a canary. Caleb was angered to hear Wintergreen was there now. He would have been happy with storming the base-camp, but Billy Wintergreen being there complicated things.
Once the biker was finished, Caleb sighs. "Was really hoping I could avoid him," Then he runs the sword through the biker's chest and killing him in a matter f seconds. With that, the only chance of him being compromised again dies with the biker.
Meanwhile
"Damien Snow"
When Fyers called in Wintergreen, Damien knew things were going to get rough but not like this. Every time he was asked where to find Caleb and Ada, Snow refused to answer so his penitence was having the intimidating soldier cut into his flesh with the edge of his blade.
Damien would never relent. No matter how much pain he endured they would never get an answer out of him.
"Why do you protect them, you hardly know them." Fyers points out, but Damien would not hear it. "I may not know them that well, but anyone who uses tactics like this is enemies of mine and I'd rather die than I help you."
Over and over he was cut in the same spots. Whenever they finished a cut, over one of his old scars, the wound was instantly healed up. Damien was horrified to see it happen, but to his torturers it was a source of how to truly torment the young stubborn man. Cut, after cut, after cut hit Snow to no new result.
Wintergreen looks at Damien with his sadistic gaze continuing to linger on as he cut the blade across the body. He never blinked once.
This one time it stopped, Damien laughed at the sword. He felt in pain and yet he was not scared to die. How could he, he had nothing to lose. "You think I'm scared of a little blade…don't make me laugh, Frankenstein…my dad had a hunting knife more intimidating than that."
"I must commend you, Mr. Snow, you have resolve I never thought you capable of possessing." Fyers compliments. Like it would have made a difference what he said, Damien hated him all the same. "Or you truly know nothing…take him to the cage!"
The guards did not take long to arrive; taking him from the tent in binds as quickly as they arrived. They strut around like roosters while parading him through camp. Then they reach a spot where a pit in the ground was kept with only a bar door for an entrance and exit. After that the two throw him in and close the door.
Gravity brought Damien hard and fast to the hard dirt interior with dust puffing up around him. Between that and his coughing it was impossible to see what was going on around him while this figure in the shadows watches him struggle to his feet. It remained silent like Wintergreen for sometime as it studied him, judging its guest in this hell hole they now share.
"Damien," the black faceless figure called out to him. Snow could hardly believe his eyes as he saw his older brother, James Vincent, emerge from the shadows. The joy he felt was so consuming, Damien had forgotten about his statues as a prisoner and jumped to his feet, hugging his brother and laughing with excitement. The brother he had been hoping to see again was standing before him and could not have been happier.
Ghosts from the past could no longer haunt him. He felt such inner peace that the damage he felt on the inside fades away and he was whole once more.
"I've been looking everywhere for you." James tells his brother as he watches him cry in blissful joy. "I heard Alex caught you—thought you'd be here…I was kind of right."
"Yeah right—you intentionally got yourself caught because you predicted I would get myself into trouble." Damien playfully scoffs his brother in doubt. "Seeing as how I already know you deserted…I'm guessing you got caught trying to sneak in or were caught off guard and brought here."
"You got me there." James bluntly admitted with a laugh of his own. "I was eavesdropping on the com chatter when there was mention of a man caught near the asylum and that had escaped from their cave then I made camp the night before and they spotted me before I could them."
Damien looks around them as James explained how he came to be in this dungeon, in this dark chamber. The walls were made of only solid dirt. He quickly turns back to his brother when they were both finished. "So how do we get out of here?"
"I was hoping you had a way. They only let me out to take a shit or piss." James responded.
Brimstone Bayou
1996
"Caleb Wilson"
Caleb looks at the White Umbrella camp through the scope of his Remington 700 rifle, scouting for the best way to move in and extract Snow. First he needed to locate where the MIA was then a place to plant some C4 for a distraction.
His time in the Special Forces and CIA taught him a number of things—including POW rescues—and this was no different than one of those jobs.
Soldiers moved through the camp in patrol routes, with a few open windows of wiggle room to move with, and only stopped at one tent which supplied food. Caleb did see a glimpse of human sized cages where some prisoners were kept—likely for Fyers to torture for information later or save for a special occasion—and the commandos stopped by it every ten minutes.
"Where are you Snow?" Caleb asks himself, searching through the caged prisoners, not seeing Damien in one of them.
To add with this collection of complications, he could spot Wintergreen leaving the central tent in the camp. As Caleb looks through the sight at his former comrade, the dreary expression on his face morphed as he felt every part of him screaming to pull the trigger and put an end to Bill's life. He did however manage to control his anger and point the weapon away.
It's not going to be easy, Caleb thought, Bill is going to make things harder for us.
He was alone here. Logan and the others left for the camp after calling him, so his only back-up was Damien and the weapons with him.
Putting the rifle slung on his back, Caleb grabs a sword out as a patrol exits the camp. Sneaking up on them was easy, night was coming close, and they were easy prey. The first one he stabbed through the back and covered his mouth, the next two he cut through with after throwing them off balance with a few punches from his free hand.
The last one did not feel the sting impalement of the sword. Caleb instead broke his neck, and fell before he knew what hit him.
"Here's a good idea." He said to himself as he had the idea of using this costume to pull a reverse Trojan horse. All he has to do is infiltrate the camp and bring the uniform to Damien and he could sneak out in the commotion while Caleb himself would climb back over the fence.
The weapons liberated from the corpses were some pistols and assault rifle. Caleb put them in a hollowed out tree and planned to come back for the cache of weapons once Damien was out then sees the pack of Cerberus and zombies coming his way and says as he yanks his sword back out.
"One more round of practice before the mission?" he questioned the walking dead as they slowly came at him. "Find by me." He then quickly charges at them with both swords in his hands.