Uroboros: Resident Evil V

Chapter Twenty One: Escape Plan

"You'se two, on your knees, hands on your heads." Irving ordered, pointing his pistol at them threateningly. "Well, if it ain't the big shots who said I look like a used car salesman; I paid a lot of money for this suit, you know."

"There's no time for this." His partner interrupted in that synthesized voice of hers. "Most likely they've already called for backup, so the window of your escape is…

Yelling at her to shut up, even though the plague doctor was clearly the brains of this outfit, the target kept his attention on his three captives, but that didn't stop him from pacing back and forth while muttering to himself as he tried to come up with a plan. Instead of forming one, however, Irving told the prisoners that they could've avoided all this if they had just minded their own business, but now they were all gonna die for a bunch of shithead people that nobody cares about.

"Nobody cares about them?" Sheva asked in disbelief as the target started pacing again. "All the people in Kijuju City and this village have family and friends, children… how can you not understand that these are human beings whose lives you are destroying?"

"Probably because no one cares, like I said." Irving replied as if he were annoyed. "Umbrella fucked up by infectin' people in America, why, because people care about America. No one cares about some shithole place in Africa, where the people ain't nothin' but a bunch'a losers anyway… at least till the fuckin' BSAA started pokin' their damn noses around."

"You are going to pay for what you have done to our people." Josh said angrily, starting to get back up, only to have the plague doctor push him back down. "Even if you kill all of us here, more will come if nothing else, to avenge the women and children of this village who…

Interrupting the Captain's words by mocking him in a high pitch voice, the target reemphasized that he didn't care about the people of Kijuju, before correcting Josh that the men of the village killed the women and children as soon as the parasite took control. Apparently, the village was a testing ground for the latest Type 3 Plagas, but unlike the rest of the parasites, these ones were unable to infect even a single woman or child… causing them to be seen as threats and outsiders to the men.

Now Irving was ranting, scratching his head while saying that he knew the idea of putting genes from a Control Plaga into common ones was a bad idea, since the dimwits didn't know how to think on their own, leaving them disorganized and unable to be deployed effectively in the field. Sure, the hosts ended up stronger and faster than the Type 2's, and they could jump real good, but what good was that if they couldn't use words right, organize an attack, or even keep a couple of unarmed dickheads from getting to the oil facility? So Type 3 was a failure, and officially off the market… what a waste of time and money.

"Do you'se know how long it took to get to get those tribal morons to trust us?" The target continued, getting angry again while going up to Sheva and pressing his pistol into her ear. "The Type 3 prototypes had to be injected like the original, see, but even after we got'em to believe we was givin'em a vaccine for a super flu, some of the mooks didn't want it. Well, the joke was on them a week later when everyone else turned."

"You're not gonna get away with this, Irving." Chris warned, trying to get his attention away from the young woman. "The best thing you can do right now is surrender because the BSAA will never stop coming after you, and besides… do you think your suppliers, or whoever you work for are just gonna let you live after all the attention you caused?"

Irving started to say something back to this, but then stopped as his face turned slightly pale, looking over at the plague doctor as if he were frightened of her. Clearly the target had never even considered the possibility that his newfound popularity with the BSAA could put his life in danger even from his comrades, but he was sure considering it now. The Agent hoped that this would make him see the light, and that Irving would surrender so that the three agents could subdue his partner as well, but instead it was like a lightbulb went off over his head as the target began to laugh.

"Okay, yeah… here's what's gonna happen." He began, taking the handcuffs from Sheva's pouch and tossing them to his partner. "I'm gonna take cutie here as a hostage for a little boatride, see, and you'se two mooks are gonna get on the horn with your boss, and tell'em I'm dead."

So Irving's new plan was to fake his own death and keep the young woman as insurance to make sure Chris and Josh went along with it, or else he would kill her. Keeping his pistol aimed at them while the plague doctor put the cuffs on Sheva, the target pushed her out of the way so that he could pull the young woman to her feet himself, making sure to comment that maybe there was something good about this part of the world after all, while groping her. Now the gun was at Sheva's head again, with Irving pulling tightly on her hair to make her cry out while waiting for them to get on the radio.

"We do not have a way to contact Headquarters from here." Josh quickly said. "We are only carrying a short range radio for local communication, and you killed the rest of my team… we would have to go back to the airboats."

"We need to leave now, Irving." The plague doctor spoke up. "Take the girl if you want, but we have to go right now."

His partner wasn't taking no for an answer this time, grabbing the target's gun arm with one hand and Sheva's handcuffs with the other, making it so Irving wasn't able to aim at the two men even though he tried to. So instead, he reached his free hand into his pocked, pushing the button on what looked like a car remote and then laughing as the three of them vanished around the corner. As soon as they were out of sight, Chris and Josh got up in order to start chasing after them, only to stop as some kind of buzzer went off… with the two agents jumping a little when the door of a nearby metal storage container in front of them flew open.

Apparently their target still had a few surprises up his sleeve, and after what happened to Alpha and Delta Teams, the two men weren't about to just try and run past the container without knowing what was inside… and then they just looked at each other after hearing what sounded like a small engine being pulled. It was completely dark inside the container, and without flashlights or pistols, the two of them could do nothing but listen as the engine was pulled a couple more times, before revving up loudly as something came running out of the container at full speed.

It was a man, with cracked and slightly discolored skin like all the others, shirtless and with some kind of bag over his head, but the important thing was the very large chainsaw in his hands. Sparks flew as Chris and Josh ducked out of the way, causing the spinning blade to hit a large pipe instead, and then the snarling, enraged man swung at them again, forcing the two agents to keep back, and then having to run away when he began chasing them. Without weapons this kind of thing was a lot harder than it was supposed to be, and Irving was getting farther away with every second that they were stuck there.

"Chris, can you distract it for a moment?" The Captain asked after just narrowly avoiding another attack. "I have a plan."

There wasn't much choice once Josh backed off, leaving the Agent as the closest target for the chainsaw man, and now even harder to avoid being cleaved in half as he got out of breath. So Chris waited until the chainsaw man did an overhead swing, before grabbing the base of the saw and attempting to wrestle the tool away from the infected man. Clearly this one was from the Type 2 series, since it wasn't able to overpower the Agent right away, but it was difficult to keep a grip on the weapon while the infected man kept whipping it around in order to get back control.

With the oil spurting in his face and already being tired from everything that happened today, it didn't take long for the chainsaw man to be able to throw Chris off his feet, with the Agent landing on his back while the infected man stepped forward finish him off. Raising the blade above his head again, he was just about to bring it down, when Josh reappeared with the metal bar the plague doctor had thrown at him earlier… making the infected man growl as he stabbed the pointed broken end into his back as hard as he could.

With an angry roar, the infected man swung the blade at the Captain, who gasped and stumbled backwards as the edge nicked his shoulder. Instead of pursuing Josh, however, the chainsaw man turned back to finish off the Agent, but then received a shock of his own when Chris kicked him in the chest with both feet. Now it was the infected man's turn to get knocked from his feet, but since the metal bar was still stuck in his back, the fall made him growl again when the floor pushed the sharpened broken bar the rest of the way through so that it was sticking out the front of his chest.

"Grab it!" The Captain exclaimed, scrambling to get the saw before the infected man could recover. "Get the saw! Do not let him recover!"

Now that his hands were covered with oil, it was a lot harder for the Agent to grab onto things, so the struggle to get the saw away from its owner became an awkward battle where all three of them almost got cut at some point. The two agents kicked at the infected man, trying to use the bar that was impaling him for leverage, but finally Josh got tired of this and started pushing the saw toward the infected man… when the blade was lined up with his neck. Even this was a struggle, with the chainsaw man resisting as soon as he realized what was happening, but once Chris started pushing down on the blade as well it wasn't long until foul smelling, discolored blood was spraying in both their faces.

The infected man growled and flailed around, but the spinning blade just kept sinking into his neck further and further until the struggle ended with his bag covered head hitting the floor. As soon as the infected man went limp, Chris and Josh fell to the floor as well, letting the chainsaw stop running while they both tried to catch their breath. There was no time to rest though, because Sheva's life was in danger, and Irving had a really big head start.