A World Without Fear

by Onkwehonwe Kashatstenhshera

New pockets of outbreaks run the risk of the previous pandemic repeating itself. The DSO, BSAA & TerraSave are tasked with a race against time to battle the new epidemic and those responsible. From the NW to Iraq, the mission continues. The Raccoon survivors and their new allies must face new enemies. But what of the ghosts of the past uwilling to stay at rest?

10. Zombie

Carlos

He headed west from the massacre. They spotted their man on the inside. He'd been living in the country for the better part of a year, had studied up on the local theology, and was well versed in the language. "Alright, everybody get into position," Carlos began."Brevic, Smith, Otistoko, you're with me. Peltier, Abadi, Kruger, you're going to set up a Sniper nest in the hospital. We're going to be closer to the market watching the deal go down. The hospital is to the east of the market. You'll be covering Collin from there. Giantos, Deana, May, Suzuki, Oliver, you're going to cover us from the west."

"Okay, so we have the east and the west covered and the deal is south just a ways," Asked Oliver. "What about the north?" Carlos said, "We'll have to try and cover the north and hope that Collin's own presense is enough to hold these Anubis cabrones to the south."

"Do we kill or capture?" Asked May. "We have to secure their viral sample. That's the number one objective. I'd prefer at least one of them alive but I won't shed a tear if they're not. Just as long as the sample is secure. We have reason to suspect that the new virus is already ready and this is just now hitting the black market."

They got into postion. Carlos readied his M4A3 as they made their way north. Luckily, there were no BOW's or civilians on the street at the moment. It seemed for now at least, that a lot of the civilians had safely been evacuated by the Army and CJTF–OIR forces. Still, they were not out of the woods yet and frankly neither was the rest of the world. Not as long as there was bioterrorists out here. Really, they weren't too safe even before these cowards from Anubis started using Bioweapons.

In addition to his Assault Rifle, he had a Glock 18 and an Alejandro sniper rifle. It was his Sniper Rifle he kept trained on the Anubis members.

Collin was a Caucasian American with light curly brown hair and brown eyes, pale skin, large ears a and small lips and a pointy nose. He stood at five eight and he was dressed in Iraqi clothing. Collin was from Richmond Virginia but he had served as a translator of Arabic in the war from 2007 to 2009 in the Army Reserve. Luckily, Anubis accepted all nationalities and races despite the name of their organization so him being non Arab was of no consequence so long as he was loyal to the cause.

Collin wore ran ankle-length, long sleeved robe called a dishdasha that covers the skin to protect it from the sun but is still loose fitting and comfortable. His was green. He wore a pair of white trousers and a white kaffiyeh on his head. "Madha ladayk laa?" He asked. Luckily they were able to hear what was being said. Agent Abadi translated what he was saying from where she was.

"He says what do you have for me?"

An Arab man wearing a white kandora,and lose fitting black pants known as sirwal,standing at six feet tall, a man with dark brown skin and brown eyes with a suspicious nature to them stated, "Ladayna dhalik. walakun hdha yjbu altaeamul maeaha bidiqat turid 'an yantahi bik al'amr yusib nfsuk. 'ant taerif hdha jadid fi alsuwq. famadha turid 'an tafeal mae dhlk?"

"He says 'We have it. But this must be handled very don't want to end up infecting yourself. You know this is new on the market. So what do you want to do with it?' I think he's referring to whatever the virus is, sir but no confirmation on the virus itself."

"'Ana dhahib 'iilaa aitikhadh hdha 'iilaa alshaytan aleazim wadurib darbat hasimat lilah dida 'aedayih."

(I'm going to take this to the Great Satan and strike a decisive blow for God against his enemies.)

The man spoke in English next and this took Carlos by surprise. "And you have the money?"

Collin had a briefcase full of money. "All here. All 116,715,000.00 of it."

Lars spoke up realizing something. "That man..I've seen him before. My team tried tracking him in Stockholm but he evaded capture. He's been wanted since 2003."

"Because of the war?" Asked Peter. "No. Because of Umbrella. He was one of Umbrella's major employees. He worked for Umbrella's branch in Baghdad. You would think during Saddmm Hussein's purge of so many of his citizens we would have seen some of those bastards from Umbrella killed. But not so with him."

"I recognize him too..." Fatima said. "Don't let the peasant clothes fool you. He is a very rich man."

The man pulled out a viral sample. "Captain, what are your orders?" Asked May. "Hold position," Carlos replied. "He's still our SOA operative on the ground. We're his backup. Do NOT engage. He's been earning the trust of these people for over a year. He's got the situation under control. He knows we're here. When he gives the sigal we move in to apprehend. Not a second before."

The man turned to him. "Here is the power..." He then said, "But first...a demonstration...so you know what you are dealing with."

He injected one of the men with him. The man began to scream falling to the ground. He exploded in a burst of fire. The BOW turned toward his comrade and bit him. Collin, who was armed with an AK-47 aimed firing at the first creature striking him in the chest and he aimed further up towards its head. The rounds exploded with extreme power hitting the man in the face. The terrorist stabbed the SOA agent in the side of the neck. The man's eyes widened as the virus from the syringe entered his bloodstream. "Fuck..." Carlos ordered, "Fuck this. Light them up!" Giantos opened fire with his PSG 1. The round struck one of the insurgents a man in a black tunic in the neck. The round went through the man's larynx killing him instantly. Carlos fired his H&K striking another insurgent with ten rounds landing in the man's sternum.

The insurgent who had been talking to Collin had managed to sneak up behind him. He stabbed him in the back with a needle and Collin cried out as the virus entered his bloodstream. The man said with a smirk, "What beter way to show you the power of this product than to show you first hand?" Collin screamed and staggered as he felt the virus enter his bloodstream. Just then, Fatima fired striking the Middle Eastern arms dealer in the right shoulder and it exited his back. "Fuck...Agent Abdi you know we're supposed to take the arms dealer alive!"

"That''s Abu Al Mahseeh! Do you know how many people he's killed?!" Carlos cursed, "Damn it! What is it with this team and not listening to me?!" He realized this could possibly eflect his leadership skills but that was the problem. He wasn't a leader. He was better solo or with a partner. With a partner it was equal. 50/50. But to be a Captain you had to make choices that impacted the entire team and none of them were easy. He hadn't asked for this detail. He didn't want it but for now, he wanted to try and keep his team mates alive. If he did, maybe he would have more say where he went for his mission and could go back to SOA. If they didn't survive, this would be proof he wasn't fit to lead.

He, Peter and Smith made their way forward and Peter and Smith took rounds in their vests, Peter in his stomach, Smith in the chest but they were protected from the worst of it. They returned fire dropping the five men who were guarding Al Mahseeh. As the two SOU agents reloaded Carlos kept his M4 at the black market dealer. "If you want medical attention I can get it for you. But that's a pretty bad wound. I can at least make you comfortable but you gotta help me first. Tell me where your stockpile is. The jig is up. You're not going to release this shit on the public."

The Arab chuckled. "You're not American. at least not North American...yet you fight for them...how curious...and sad..." Carlos told him, "No, the BSAA is all nations. We're backed by the UN. That means the whole world is against you,amigo."

"The Americans dominate the UN...and the BSAA...was started by a couple of Americans...Jill Valentine and Chris Redfield...so that means the BSAA is a slave to American foreign policy...and as for me not releasing this on the public, I already have. it is God's divine judgement. If he did not want me to unleash this surely he would stop me himself. Nothing is possible without Allah willing it so..."

"Yeah you're destroying your own country. Say what you will about who I fight for now. I never betrayed my own country. I fought the government because they did but I never attacked civilians."

"What you see here is just the start...you may be from an oppressed part of the world...the third world but you have lived in the land of the Great Shaitan too long. If you think what you see here is terror...wait until this reaches the west. No longer...will American swine be able to colonize the world...no longer will they be able to look at problems here...and say they are glad it is not there. This time...we bring the war to you..."

"Good luck with that, wey. You got a hole bigger than a golf ball in you..."

The market dealer injected himself with a syringe. Carlos saw this and fired into him but the needle still poked his skin. Carlos fired backing up as did Peter and Smith but he began to stand up. He waved his hand and sent the three of them flying back with a force he couldn't see. Carlos had the wind knocked out of him. The Mohawk and Oneida agent landed near him and Smith landed about twenty feet from them. He struggled to get to his feet but he fell back over. "I'm afraid you can't stop us...this is destiny..."

Carlos let his lungs get air again and he reloaded yelling, "Stop...!" He aimed at the black market dealer's head firing but the man dodged the rounds with super human speed. His eyes glowed white in a way that made it still give Carlos the creeps.

"Captain!" Cried out May. "They're all over us! We've got carriers all over us!"

Carlos fired at Al Mahseeh and the man dodged the rounds at super human speed. He grabbed Carlos by the throat lifting him in the air. Carlos couldn't breathe. Peter and Cody tried to help but before long they were being overrun by the infected and the two men had to defend themselves from the invading creatures. They moved like majinis J'avo or Ganados but their flesh was rotting like that of the zombies. "I could snap your neck..." The thick accented Arab sneered as his eyes returned to their normal color. "As easily as one could crush an ant between his index finger and thumb. But that would be too easy. Instead, I'm going to kill all of your team mates while you watch. Not all at once, of course. A little at a time..."

He watched with amusement as one of the carriers stabbed Peter in the abdomen with a butcher knife and the young Agent backed up firing his Rifle into the man's forehead. The other BSAA agent fired at a female carrier striking her in the chin and proceeded to kick her in the chest and hit her with the butt of his Rifle. The rest of the team began to converge towards Carlos's position. Agent Abdi fired a shot at Al Mahseeh's forehead but as she fired he moved his hand so fast it almost was like he did't move but he held the round in his hand. "I'll be seeing you later, Carlos. I've got a surprise for you but you'll have to earn it," He dropped the BSAA agent on the ground and Carlos began coughing. "Give Agent Fatima Abdi my regards..." He said tossing the slug to Carlos. "I look forward to seeing her later as well. If she makes it far enough. You're off to a bad start...my Ghuls...they say Allah created the Jinn from smoke. Like human beings, they have free will...they can be servants of God or the Devil."

"These people..." Carlos groaed. "You took their free will..." Al Mahseeh laughed. "Ah but you see I am jinn myself. I have transcended being a mere human. The jinn are more powerful than humans but even hey are subject to God's word and will. The prophet..peace be upon him...was sent to both humans and jinn."

"You're speaking gibberish..." Carlos growled trying to get to his sidearm but in a flash of speed the arms dealer had his foot standing on his hand. "Like humans there are Jinn who are non believers. But this way, with this...medicine...there is a way that eve the non believiing people and Jinn can be put to good use."

"I was raised Catholic...you're talking to the wrong guy..." The Arab chuckled. "As a Christian you were of the people of the book, no? Then you understand what Angel means in the true context of the Hebrew language is messenger. In that sense humans can be angels as well but angels of God, the ones without free will cannot be human. This is the cure to non believers and we will use this to put our enemies down"

"You better kill me now..." Carlos said. "No way in hell I'm letting you get away with this if you don't..."

The Anubis member chuckled. "I look forward to seeing if you can stop me but for now, you have larger problems than me."

He

He pointed to Agent Smith who was hit in the back of the head with a the butt of a Rifle that was empty. He fell forward and the carriers proceeded to bludgeon and stab him. Peter and Lars tried to assist him however both opening fire on the carriers. Carlos got up weakly getting his Rifle. He looked to see the SOA agent that Al Mahseeh had injected against his will coming towards them. "Captain!" Cried Deanna. "They're attacking us from all sides!" He saw hordes of Jinn attacking the positions. Peter helped Smith to his feet, the Mohawk-Oneida agent helping the Shreveport born SOU agent with a bandanna to tie off the blood dripping from his forehead and getting in his eyes until they could get to a safe spot and could apply a first aid spray to his wound. "We can't help them until we deal with him..." The African American agent told Agent Oliveira. "Shut up, Alvin! I know! "

Peter warned, "Do you feel that?! The wind...it's going crazy..." There seemed to be a strong gust picking up and Carlos looked to Collin whose eyes glowed just as other Jinn's had and as Al Mahseeh's had. "Did they inject him with the same thing Al Mahseeh had in him?!" Smith asked as he raised his Rifle firing and aiming for the neck of the man since the agent had body armor on under his Arab style clothing. He hit the man with fourteen rounds under his chin but the man sent a gust Alvin's way sending the agent flying back. The agent was winded as he hitthe ground back first with a thud. Lars was at his side in an instant helping him up. "What the hell...have you ever...seen a BOW do that?!" He asked. Lars shook his head. "Never! This is something different but it's not the same as Al Mahseeh! It can't be. Look at him. He's not sentient!"

Smith weakly got to his feet reloading. "He aint as mindless as the rest of them either..." The Scandanavin BSAA agent replied, "Then he is intermediate. Maybe there is a hierarchy in the infected?" Alvin groaned as they went to flank as Carlos and Peter engaged from the front. "There always is..."

It almost looked as though Collin was controlling the winds. He had a few farming tools floating above his hands. He flung them at both Carlos and Peter. Carlos did his best to dodge but Peter took a pitchfork that only hit him with the last prong but still it hit him in the right hip. The North American BSAA agent fell to his knees crying out in pain as he bled. Carlos rolled out of the way of a sickle coming his way. Alvin pulled the pin on an M26 with his teeth spitting it out yelling, "Fuck this! We already lost Collin to the virus and Nicki to these cowards! We're not losin anymore!"

He tossed the grenade and the blast did manage to wound Collin takin out a huge chunk of his left arm as well as most of his hand except the thumb. Lars fired taking out the thumb as well as dark blood spurted in bursts. "You know what I never understood about these undead Bioweapons?" Alvin followed up with a barrage of rounds. "What's that?"

"How are they still able to bleed so much? If their heart is not beating how are they bleeding so much? I could understand if they were freshly dead like Collin is but many of these rotting creatures have the stench of days of decay!" Alvin shrugged. "Maybe they're not all the same! Maybe they're not even dead but they're not alive either! They're not your run of the mill T Virus zombies but they're not like you and me either. I'm no Umbrella researcher so I can't tell you but if I was, none of this would have happened I can tell you that!"

"You and me both, brother!" The Nordic SOU agent stated as he unloaded his Rifle into the back of Collin's head. Carlos followed up with a haymaker hoping to put an end to the creature without using too much more ammo. Agent Abdi spoke in his ear again. "Captain! There's a sand storm! We can't see you! Are you still alive?

"We're alright! We're having a little trouble with Colin down here! Can you or one of the other Snipers lay down some fire on him while there's still time?"

"Captain...did not read...repeat..." Carlos growled. "Shit...he's messing with our communication!" He told the three SOU agents, "Alright keep him off me, I'll try and flank him!" He got a good distance away and he aimed down his sights with the Alejandro while the three men fired at the infected SOA agent in a three man pincer move bombarding him with 5.56 rounds. He fired striking the man in the chest just to see how this particular kind of BOW would react to a Sniper Rifle. It was always good to see just how powerful it was. To his delight, the Caucasian SOA agent cried out in pain even as the sandstorm was coming in harder. He fired again hitting him in the head. This time his skull matter exploded out of the back via an exit wound. As he hit the ground, the already ghastly wound opened deeper and spilled all over the ground as more of the insides spilled out in a ghastly manner. Due to the mixture of broken skull fragments and brain oozing from the wound it almost looked like he had gotten a compound fracture in the skull itself if there was such a thing or a way to put it.

He fell dead. Carlos and the other three men were coughing badly as they were unable to breathe or see but it was starting to subside. As soon as Alvin caught his breath he looked down. "Okay how the fuck is that even possible?! Maybe I didn't go to that good of a High School, man, but I took plenty of science at LSU when i get to college to make up for it. I've studied hurricaines, sand storms, tornadoes, and what causes them. So how in the FUCK can this guy control an element?! BOW or not. That should be impossible."

"A few years ago...I would have said an invisible BOW was impossible..." Carlos replied. "But then I saw those pinche glasps. Disgusting creatures and deadly as ever. And before September of '98 I would have said that the dead getting up and walking around and biting people was something out of a George Romero movie and not reality. But thanks to Umbrella, we're seeing the impossible. And not for the better...they're giving people these incredible abilities but they're not even aware and when they are aware they're driven crazy by power..."

"Well at least we're not under the Romero Rule..." Stated Alvin. "What is the Romero rule?" Asked Lars. Peter filled him in. "It's like the zombies we got except whatever caused it would be airborne."

"Ah...like the C Virus in China?" Peter shook his head. "No. Because that was only if you breathed it in and once you breathed it in you became one of them. With the Romero rule, everybody is already infected and no matter how you die you become one of them unless you destroy the brain. You die from a shot to the chest, you become a zombie. Stab, zombie. And if you're bitten you become one too which...honestly, you'd think that's pretty standard with any zombie but it's actually worse. What wouldn't be a fatal thing if you got bitten in normal times would kill you and turn you while everything that already killed you anyway also killed you and turned you but at least with a gunshot wound or a stab wound you would expect to die."

"As much as this coversation is interesting we need to check up on the others and there still could be hostiles in the area so can the chit chat..." Carlos ordered. They made their way back to Agent Abdi's position and while the noise of the sandstorm had subsided, there was still the sound of automatic fire and he realized that they were still under attack by the jinn.

He saw a man carrying an ax swing at May from behind. The ax struck her in the back and she fell forward coughing up blood. "NO!" Shrieked her sister rushing to her side. She fired her Sig P226 into the face of the Jinn who had done this striking him three times in the face. She then brought her foot down on his head. She wanted to keep stomping his head but with tears in her eyes, she fired two more shots into the back of the head finishing him and she made her way to her sister who was unable to talk. She was only her half sister but all the same, the love was real and so was the concern. Carlos got out his can of first aid spray. "Captain, dont..." Peter was examining her. "Her lumbar artery was severed...there's nothing we can do."

"What do you mean there's nothing we can do she's my sister!" Screamed Deanna. "I can give her some morphine to calm her down but that's all I can do!" He said trying to remain calm. Carlos told him, "Do it..." He gave her the injection. May told her, "Deanna...it's okay...I signed up for this...to help people...if I can save the lives of the people here...it'll be worth it..."

"No...I can't lose you!" May hugged her saying, "Deanna...you're strong...I know you can do this...I know it...you'll make it..."

"Why did you have to die...?" May held her hand. "We still have a mission here...I want you to see it through...for me...if this is...that dangerous to the BSAA...the average civilian doesn't have a chance..." Deanna sobbed into her sister's chest. "By the way...they say we're only half sisters by blood...but you were always a full sister to me...I love you..."

With a few more breaths she went to sleep. It pained Carlos to think this but as he looked down at the Carribbean woman, he couldn't help but think she looked at peace. Carlos hugged her and said, "I'm sorry, Deanna but we have to keep moving. Al Mahseeh is on the move..."

He gave her a minute to say goodbye. He wished they could take her body with but all they could do was mark it for a relief team.

As Peter looked down at the deceased woman, he had a look of guilt on his face. "I don't even know why they give us these fucking things. I'm not a Corpsman..." He tossed the vial aside. He had killed many times but Carlos could see even a mercy killing was weighing on him. He asked Fatima, "Listen, is there anything in Islamic mythology that says anything about a BOW that can cause sandstorms? Or harsh winds?"

"I'm not Islamic but I am familiar with the beliefs of the area..." She aimed her Genesis at it. "Ah yes...that's what this BOW is called...Jann. Jann are shape-shifters who live in the desert, and take the forms of whirlwinds and white camels. They are open-minded about humans, and were among the first djinn encountered by people. They have the power to hide or reveal oases in the desert, depending on whether they like or dislike a party of travelers."

They listened with the silence of almost religious proportion to that of a congregation listening to a preacher.

She put the Genesis away and said, "I still remember some of the childhood stories. Just like any other kind of Jinn, the lore is pre Islamic and history, the Jann have protected armies they deem as righteous, while impeding those they deem unworthy. The entire course of history is affected when they help a side. As a result, many events vital to Islamic history have been attributed to the Jann."

"Great..." Carlos said with disdain in his voice. "Not only do we have to deal with former Umbrella employees selling weapons on the black market to a bunch of murdering and raping warlords that take child soldiers, we also have to worry about carriers that can impact the weather? Sand storms were already bad enough on their own without somebody else's ability to create one."

Agent Peltier stepped forward."Captain Oliveira...sandstorms are caused by strong winds blowing over loose soil or sand, and picking up so much of that material that visibility is greatly reduced. The widespread abundance of loose sand in deserts makes them the most common locations for sandstorms to form."

"That's just great...that'd be like some right wing maniac back from where I come from being able to manipulate water vapor at his will and cause hurricanes," Alvin said. "But if that's true...then it all comes down to Collin's ability to use strong winds in the first place. If it was just loose soil on its own it'd be harmless on its own, right? So then what is it about the C virus strain that's giving him the ability to manipulate the elements?"

Carlos wasn't sure. "That's assuming this is even the C virus we're dealing with anymore. Sure, it has some characteristics of the C but this thing with Collin, and what Al Mahseeh was able to do, this is something else. And it's not the same as even a sentient form of the C virus because if it was, Al Mahseeh would still be sentient but he'd mutate more along the lines of Derrick Simmons. Or even Piers Nivans. But he was in control and mostly human. That's what Valentine and Redfield described Albert Wesker's abilities to be like..."

Deanna looked down at May. "I promise...we'll make Al Mahseeh pay for this...if it's the last thing I do..."

Agent Suzuki noticed something to the east. "Captain! Do you see that?"

Carlos looked through his Alejandro not even wanting to see whatever it was through anything but the scope of a Rifle so that if it was something else that was just as bad, he wouldn't have to be defenseless. "There's another sandstorm coming in!" Cried out the Japanese BSAA agent. "Do you think it's another Jann?" Asked Agent Abdi. "This could be natural!" Carlos shouted back.

BOOM!

Carlos was thrown from the rooftop. He looked back weakly as he had the wind knocked out of him and his right shoulder dislocated. He cried out in pain but he couldn't even hear himself. Now, in addition to the impending sandstorm, he had to choke on smoke. He weakly got to his feet. His Assault Rifle was destroyed but he still had his pistol and his Alejandro. He felt a sharp pain in his left leg seeing he had taken a few pieces of shrapnel and he saw the blood from the wounds. He knew it wasn't advisable to do this but he pulled the pieces out the ones he could at least and got out a red bandanna to wrap around the wound but not before using the first aid spray can.

He wasn't sure of Agent Otistoko had survived and he was his medic. The building they had been on was on fire. He saw Assault Rifle fire from the top of it and he saw that at least some of them were still alive. He also saw a grenade tossed down to the street. He saw carriers that were also Anubis members. They were attacking the BSAA agents but he saw three killed right away by the grenade. Just then, the street exploded in what seemed like hell on Earth. Carlos was thrown again. He had to take it easy on his leg and being tossed again a second time was not helping matters at all. He weakly got to his feet and braced himself. He popped his shoulder back into place and roared with agony. "ARGHHHHHHHHHH! FUUUUUUCK!" He collapsed and was unable to stop the fact that the smell of smoke filled his nostrils and choked his lungs.

As well as the sand, now. He was starting to lose visibility and he tried his best to shield his eyes but he realized that his team mates were in danger as the Anubis members were using mortars to attack the building. He was not even sure how many of his team members were still alive but it looked like they were trapped on the roof. He saw a body come apart as it hit the ground and in addition to the harshness of the sand blowing into his eyes and the smoke, he now smelled burning flesh. He hoped that wasn't Peter. It wasn't that he cared more for him but he was the medic and if the medic was to die, this put other members at risk too. In a way, to care about the medic a lot was to care about the team.

Even so, Carlos couldn't help but feel a change of heart. Even though he still felt he was a terrible leader not cut for this job, he also realized that in this kind of mission, if he didn't have a team backing him, he might not have survived. He also realized that there was a chance that if he and Jill had come here in the 90's under this same circumstance they might not have survived. In fact he was sure they wouldn't have. He thought to himself, Peter...I hope you made it, hermano but if you didn't, I hope at least your medical supplies are still intact..we're gonna need them either way...

He was unable to see so he had to duck into the nearest building. "Chinagada..." He groaned and he found a sink. He didn't know if the water was clean or not but water was still better than sand. As he rinsed his eyes out he finally sat down only a moment in the chair. He had to help his team mates but he had to take a second for his leg as well. He would be no good to them on one leg. He caught his breath too, realizing he would be unable to even do that much until the sand storm subsided. Still, there had to be a way to help his team members out. They were caught out there and he had simply been knocked off the building. His ribs hurt like hell too and he wasn't sure if they were cracked, broken or just hurt like hell.

He didn't have much time to check either. He observed his surroundings and started to make his way upstairs wincing at the pain. He had the Rifle slung around his shoulder. "Gotta...gotta stop that mortar..."

Jill

She woke up in pain just as she had gone down in pain. She remembered she had been separated from Sheva. She gasped as she realized she couldn't see and she could hardly breathe. The black bag was removed from her face. She looked to see a familiar older man standing was a Caucasian male in his seventies. He had white hair and a white beard. He wore a cloak instead of a suit. "Lansdale...?"

Morgan Lansdale stood there with an amused sneer. "So after all this time you still remember me. Of course, I would hope you did. After all, you and Chris are the ones who arrested me. I certainly remember the two of you."

"So that's what this is about, Morgan? Petty revenge?! You infected a town full of innocent people just to get revenge on me and Chris? You infected them knowing that we'd be the ones sent in, right? Well what if we hadn't been the ones stationed here?!"

He chuckled. "Oh, but I knew you would. Don't get me wrong, Jillian. I have no use or care for these Anubis fanatics or their propaganda. They were simply a tool to get me to freedom. No, the true purpose of my being here is much larger. And believe me! Nine years in prison was certainly long you know what life in ADX Florence was like? Let me tell you who my neighbors were. The underwear bomber, three members of the Mexican Mafia, two members of the Nuestra Familia, three Aryan Brotherhood members, the Boston Marathon bomber, and double agents who betrayed their country."

"You deserved it! You betrayed us! I'd say you fit right in," The old man slapped her leaving a hard stinging sensation across her cheek. "23 hours a day alone in 7-by-12-foot concrete cells. Meals are slid through small holes in the doors. Bed is a concrete slab dressed with a thin mattress and blankets. A single window about 42 inches high and 4 inches wide allows some natural light but is made so prisoners cannot see beyond the building. Cells have unmovable stools and desks made of concrete. Solid walls prevent prisoners from seeing other cells or having direct contact with other inmates."

Jill sneered. "You want me to feel sorry for you? You know what you did."

The old man hit her again this time with a punch. "Yes, maybe I did do what I did...but I still got to a lot of reading. There was information I was still privy to even in there...I learned about what Chris Redfield did...what he took from me...did you know I had a son and a daughter?"

"You never mentioned it..." Jill admitted. "I loved them both. They were my flesh and blood. Chris robbed me of this. You have always been Jill's partner even when you are away. You're as insuperable from that man as his own sister! You're like a married couple who is not married. Your whole life is this job and if anybody that doesn't deserve death should die because of it well...you all just consider it worth it. But Chris is going to be here soon. He'll come and look for you even if it means leaving the rest of his team to die! That's just the kind of man he is! Look at his mission in Kijuju. You survive, Joshua survives, Sheva survives and of course Redfield survives. Just how many men did he sacrifice to get to you?!"

"That wasn't his fault! It was Wesker's fault."

"Ah yes. Easy to blame the obvious scapegoat...but under Wesker's bidding you caused death as well. Even if you were unable to control yourself, that blood is still on your hands."

"Yeah? And how much blood is on your hands now? You want to lecture me about war attrocities? This is an airport city with 27,000 people that live here. Even more than that pass here daily so for what you've caused here a million people are going to die as a result..."

"Yes...and that is ultimatly your own fault. You see, my turning on you back in 2005 went much deeper than Ill Veltro. I had my reasons for wanting the two of you dead."

"Then what are they, Morgan?"

"You'll find out in time. You will be my message to Chris. And I'll give him the same hint as I'll give you but it will be he who must find out what it means. Think back to all of your missions. Not just the ones you and him were together on...not just the ones he and Claire were together on...but also think of those as well...the only clue I will give you for now is this...82.8628° S, 135.0000° E"

With that, he walked out. Left behind to guard her were two carriers that resembled the kind that had been at the island Claire had been captured on. Jill was chained to the chair and unable to escape. Her only hope would be to wait and hope that one of her team mates would find her.

Just then, she heard a sound at the door but it was locked. The two creatures made their way forward, weapons in hand with a snarl. Just then there was a blast as explosive charges went off and the two BOW's were hit by the debris. They were wounded and bleeding on the ground and a sillouette emerged from the smoke and he put a round in each carrier's head with his P226.

Jill's ears were ringing and her eyes teary from the smoke but the man managed to shoot her restraints off. "Josh...thank God..."

"You can thank me later. We have to get you out of here. Who did this to you?"

"I'll tell you later...listen, Josh...I have to warn Chris and we have to find Sheva. We got separated...Morgan Landsale...he escaped from prison. I don't know how. It's the most secure prison in the country."

"Shit...another enemy of the BSAA...I don't suppose he's teamed up with Neo Umbrella?" Asked the West African agent. "I don't know...but he said something about Chris killing his children...he mentioned 82.8628° S, 135.0000° E..."

"But that is the latitude and longitude for Antartica..." Jill was confused by this. She knew about what happened in Antartica with Chris and Claire and he had said children as in more than one. Was he saying that Alexia and Alfred Ashford were somehow his own children?

How can that be true? Alexander Ashford was their father and they killed him...

"Whatever he has in his head he's insane and he's after Chris and he doesn't care how many innocent people have to die in order to do it. He could go after Sheva too and Rebecca...he told me to think about all the missions we were together and all the ones where we werren't...that must mean he might try and hurt anybody that's ever been close to Chris. He said he was going to use me as a message to Chris..."

"If that's true why didn't he kill you then and there?"

"My guess is, he wanted Chris to see it. But if that's not why then your guess is as good as mine. Let's get moving. We need to find Chris, Sheva and Rebecca plus the rest of our team mates."

The former Delta Team Captain nodded. "Right...and while we're at it...we need to get you a new weapon."

With all that had gone on, Jill had forgotten that Morgan had taken her gear. Great...

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Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence caused such silence
Who are we mistaken

But you see it's not me
It's not my family
In your head, in your
Head they are fighting
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head,
In your head they are cryin'

In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie
Hey, hey
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie
Hey, hey, hey, oh
Dou, dou, dou, dou
Dou, dou, dou, dou
Dou, dou, dou, dou
Dou, dou, dou, dou

Another mother's breakin'
Heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken

It's the same old theme since nineteen-sixteen
In your head,
In your head they're still fightin'
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head, in your head they are dyin'

In your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie
Hey, hey
What's in your head, in your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie

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That's it for this chapter I wanted it to be longer i was gonna try and squeeze a lemon (hehehe get it squeeze the lemon) in here but I don't think I'd be able to put all my concentration into it and instead I want to save that for the next chapter and plus if you think about it, for those that have accused me of being a lemon happy writer because well i love sex and I love writing about it, and also because in the war ends now there is a lemon the first chapter, I'd say I've shown plenty of restraint here as there has been no lemons the first ten chapters. But for those who are loyal fans which lemon pairing do you want to see? I mean I already know what I'm going to be putting in there but I just want to access what each of you likes. Also if you're gonna read this story enough to favorite and follow it why not leave a review? I crave feedback.

Anyway, so Jann is the next kind of majini I was introducing and as Agent Abdi described it that's pretty much what they can do and the thing about it is if you don't find the concept of the glasp being able to be invisible and then shank you like you're in prison, you really shouldn't find the ability to do what the Jann can do either. Like I said I'd be dealing with different forms of the Arabic mythical creature known as Jinn so this is just one more. And for those who may have missed this in a previous chapter, Al Mahseeh is also the Bioterrorist that Leon and Sherry were after as well so both the DSO and the BSAA wants him.

As for Lansdale the character from the first Resident Evil Revelations game, I have an aspect of him coming back as a villain that I wanted to explore. Do you think he really is the biological father of Alfred and Alexia or is it just a head game? He's also the same man who was throwing Chris around the last chapter but he had on a cloak so it was harder for Chris to see him.

As for Carlos, he's really got his work cut out for him as he now will have to try and take out the Anubis members who are shelling his team mates. Do you think that body was Peter or somebody else's and if it was Peter do you think they can salvage his medical supplies? I'm not telling you who it was though. Too soon to say.

Last chapter we had a pretty big cliffhanger or at least a twist i should say with revealing that Sam is really Billy Coen. Will he get to reunite with Rebecca? How will he do do you think at working with Claire and how do you think his wife would take it?

How do you think Carlos should try and take out the Anubis Mortal do you think he should get to the roof of the building he is in and not press his luck going further out into the standstorm or should he try and find another possibly more effective way but in the process, would risk being caught out in the sand storm and possibly being in range of mortar shells? Whatever your answer as the reader is, while I'm not saying one way or another, factor this in. He may or may not be able to see the mortars. Then again he might. I'm just saying you always have to factor every possibility in war.

Do you think Morgan Lansdale is telling the truth about Anubis getting him out of prison or do you think that possibly it was Neo Umbrella? Or the Family? We haven't seen much of them in this story as opposed to The War Ends Now where they were the main antagonist.

And as for the usual song lyric to go with the chapter, we have Zombie by the Cranberries. Granted Resident Evil is a zombie based game but the song itself is referring to both an IRA bombing that killed two British kids and the 1916 Uprising when the Irish nationalists rebelled against English occupation but still it is an easy song to get stuck in your head if you listen to it. Honestly, I'd never heard the song before until I listened to a Cree rapper named Mary Black sing her own version of it and I did know of the band but not that song so once I heard her own beautiful version of it and could hear the pain in her voice from her own life, I checked the original song out and I liked it.

Happy new years guys and holidays and all that good stuff. I'll also be turning 26 in a couple weeks. I'm an old man. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° )

Until next time