Legal Disclaimer, yada yada yada.
Joshua smiled
at the room. It was apparently the evidence locker, not the weapons storage. However,
that meant it was better for them. Joshua walked along the aisles.
He grinned. He
selected a full-size Uzi sub-machine gun.
Joshua ripped
off the tag, noticing that it had been tagged for destruction to occur two days
ago. Thank God for American inefficiency, he thought bleakly.
(*Author's
note-If you took offense to that, I just want you to know that I am an American
and wished to throw a bit of bland humor in, and don't think Americans are
inefficient)
He located, a
full ten minutes later, a box of clips. He smiled. The box was taped up and
brown, but there was a case number and "IMI Uzi Magazines" on it. He
cut the box open and discovered no less than seventy clips, all full. He
smiled. I think I've got something here, he grinned.
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Leon was not
having a very good time. He roared down the street at over ninety miles per
hour, trying to get to the main entrance...a small factory in the industrial
district. The other entrances were in the Belton PD and there was a small one
next to an exit near the Belton Airport.
He didn't care
about those. All he cared about was...
Beep beep. He looked down at his
passenger seat. His tactical radio was beeping. He was about to reach for it,
when he saw a person on the sidewalk. He didn't know them, but they were alone,
frightened, and very much alive. He skidded to a halt next to the person.
"What?"
"Sir,
please, I have to get in! There are things running around in the city, and they
killed my wife! I need to get out of here! Please," the man said
pleadingly.
Leon looked
back, his expression ice cold. "Fuck you," was all he said before
bringing his Desert Eagle around and shooting the man in the jaw.
The man's jaw
exploded, and he flew back, gurgling and howling in pain. Leon looked over at
him and watched him fall, writhing in pain. Serves that bitch right, he
thought to himself.
As he took off,
he saw four zombies come out of the shadows and advance towards their victim.
The man was in too much shock to notice the zombies, but he did when they took
their first bites into his flesh.
Leon sped off,
wishing that the guy didn't scream so much at getting eaten. Boo-fucking-hoo,
he thought evilly.
He then noticed
the radio still beeping. He picked it up. "Kennedy," he said into it.
He slowed to forty miles per hour to drive without crashing.
"Hello,
Leon, you piece of shit," greeted the voice.
"Wesker!"
Leon sounded happy. "Long time no see! What have you been up to?"
"Blow me.
I don't like you a whole lot. I don't like Umbrella a whole lot, and I
especially hate BioRout. But most of all, I hate you. I want to kill you, Leon,
and I am going to do that," Wesker's reply was monotonous.
Leon stifled a
yawn. "Uh huh. You have anything interesting to say to me?"
"Yeah. I
know what you're doing. I know about all of this. I know about the viral
research. I am going to get all you bastards, all you wannabe-Hitlers, making
your goddamn viruses and spreading them, killing everybody...my friends...and
getting away with it," Wesker sounded very unhappy. "I am going to
stop you, and you can't do a single fucking thing."
Leon laughed.
"Oh, God, Wesker, you're so funny. Tell me, how's she doing?"
The other end
was silent. Leon knew he hit a sensitive spot.
A year after the
Raccoon incident, Leon had been sent to kill Wesker by Umbrella (they'd called
it "taking a variable out of a complex equation"). He'd been sent
with a team to his house to kill him in the middle of the night. The mission
was a complete failure. They had killed his son and put his wife in a
wheelchair forever, but Wesker had greeted them with an AK47, killing all but
Leon.
Leon knew for a
fact that Wesker still mourned his son and wished his wife to be whole again.
That was a sensitive subject, and they both knew it.
"Wesker,
man, come on. You playing good guy now? Jesus, even if you do kill me
there will be others."
There was heavy
breathing over the end for about twenty seconds. Then, the reply came.
"Yes, Leon. I am the good guy here. I wasn't before, but I am now, and you
are the bad guy. In the movies, the bad guys always lose. Guess what?"
"What?"
Leon persisted, hoping to avoid a gun battle and hope to just put a hole in the
back of Wesker's head.
There was a
scuffle as the radio was transferred. Wesker leaned it up against the monitor
speaker. He clicked the mouse.
"Detonation
process confirmed. Detonation time set for one hour. All personnel are advised
to evacuate immediately." Was the voice of the speaker.
Leon laughed. "Come
on, you don't expect me to fool for that old trick, do you?"
There was a
brief scuffle as Wesker picked up the radio, then Wesker's voice saying
"Have a nice time in Hell, Kennedy." Then, Wesker shut the radio off
by shooting it off the top of the monitor.
Leon smirked.
Well, Wesker was a dumbass anyway. He couldn't have really...he couldn't have
actually gone legit. He just couldn't have.
Leon didn't
convince himself. He did convince himself, however, that Belton was turning
into a parking lot in an hour.
Umbrella had a
triggering device set into the ground somewhere in the sewers. It was nuclear,
and could be set off by timer or remote. It would simply flatten the city and
the surrounding mountains.
Then, the worst
thing in the world happened.
Bmmmmmmmmm...putt...putt...cough...
His engine
died. He looked at the gas gauge, and was horrified to see it read
"empty."
Which means
that I can either get some gas or try to make it out on foot. Huh. Or...
He looked at
the little factory next to the stalled Jeep. Or I can go in, kill that
bastard, and deactivate the triggering system.
His mind made
up, he got out of his car, and headed towards the building, holding only his
Desert Eagle and his will to kill Albert Wesker.
Joshua and
Eric had gone through the weapons and had gone back out of the police station.
They had figured that it would be safer to go outside where at least they knew
what was lurking, then to risk going through the doorway. They were now packing
some serious heat, after going through the evidence room and finally locating
the armory. The MP-5N had close to 70 clips. Eric had managed to gather up damn
near 90 shells for the SPAS and about thirty clips for the M-16. Among other
things they now possessed two Desert Eagles, thirty clips; two Beretta 92f's in
good condition, damn near 500 9x19 parabellum rounds; a Remington 12-gauge, 60
shells; some assorted tear gas and frag grenades; a sniper rifle with 40
rounds; and finally a compact bazooka (not a rocket launcher, but a bazooka, the
ones that you have to extend), with 6 rockets. This was just what they could
carry. Sure it would slow them down, but with that kind of ammunition, they
figured it was worth it.
Emerging from
the Police Station they looked at the parking garage. Suddenly they could hear
a loud noise coming from the rubble. Suddenly a huge dust cloud shot into the
air and rocks and cement flew everywhere. When the dust cleared, the monster
formerly known as Tom stood over the rubble, his back turned to the two. Joshua
grabbed both Desert Eagles and Eric took the MP-5N. Whatever it was, they
wouldn't wait around for pleasantries. "Let's get this part started,"
said Joshua as he flung a frag grenade at the creature.
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Scott finally regained consciousness. He couldn't figure out how long he had
been knocked out, but he could sense something was wrong. That's when he
remembered what happened; he drove off a small cliff at damn near 160mph. The
air bags had little to no use. The red blood pouring down his forehead obscured
his vision. He whipped as much away as he could and grabbed his Glocks off of
the ground. It was a miracle the frickin' vehicle hadn't all ready gone up in a
flame.
Slowly he crawled out of the van and began to get to his feet. He shook his
head to try to get the cobwebs out. The cliff wasn't too high or steep so he
put the Glocks in their holsters and began to climb.
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Albert Wesker, former Umbrella employee and current HCF employee, now walked
through the lab. No doubt Kennedy would try to play the hero and come in
looking for him.
Dumb fuck, Wesker thought with a
smirk.
He made sure he
had his magnum and began to leave the immediate vicinity. Walking through the
numerous hallways he noticed that this lab was a lot cleaner than the ones at
the Spencer Estate and Raccoon facility, most likely because all the damn
creatures were topside. Wesker didn't really care at this point in the game. He
just had to make sure that he got the hell out of the town before the
explosives went off.
Finally he made
it to the front, where he knew Kennedy would be waiting for him. He took a big
breath and popped open the door.
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Leon saw the door fling open and he immediately opened fire. At this point he
didn't care if it was friend or foe, he hoped that it was Wesker. He saw a gun
raised and he ran for cover. Somehow he managed not to get hit. Much to his
surprise his radio came on.
*Bzzt*
"Leon...This... is Scott. Where are you and what is your current
situation. Over."
Leon smirked.
Scott may have one more use to him yet.
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The HAYLAR got back to its' feet, aware of its' situation. One of the targets
had immobilized it with a frag. It screeched and sat up. Once it got to its'
feet it looked around it. No current targets were in sight. That's when it
noticed something: the body of the Nemesis was gone, along with the rocket
launcher (or is it a bazooka too?) it had carried. Then its' nose sensed eight
targets: Joshua, Eric, Scott, Wesker, Kennedy, Mr. X, Nemesis, and Tom (in his
now mutated form). Although it could not fully recognize two of them, as if
they had mutated, in fact, a third seemed to have changed. It was the other
BOW's. (Mr. X = Tyrant, Nemesis = 2nd form, Tom = mutated state) Even more
interesting, they all seemed to be gathering in one place. This would just save
it the time off tracking them all down separately.
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Joshua and Eric fired at the mutation, which had been hurt by the frag grenade.
The frag had taken out one of the things undeveloped arms. They now rained down
on it with miscellaneous gunfire, while backing up. Then out of nowhere a
rocket came flying and hit the mutation dead on. The two looked to see where it
had come from, it appeared to be the Nemesis, but it had mutated. In any case,
Nemesis fired five more rockets at the thing again, as if it knew it wouldn't
go down from just that. They turned to look back at the huge creature, which
was now hurting bad. It's right arm was gone, along with a nice chunk of its'
right side. The Nemesis prepared to fire again, but was apparently out of
ammunition. It mumbled and headed toward the creature. It was now time for
hand-to-hand combat.
They once again
looked back at the injured creature, which was now dodging something. Joshua
arched his neck to see another mutation. This one looked like it had Mr. X's
head, but had two huge pair of claws for hands. It was slashing at the thing
wildly. It would now have to contend with two mutations at once. Now that the
firing had stopped, the two could almost make out the sound of gun shots a
couple blocks down. They started to run for it, and the thought of using the bazooka
on all three of them had crossed Joshua and Eric's minds. It would've been
useless anyway, no need to waste good ammo.
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Scott had managed to get a hold of a motorcycle and was now heading in
Kennedy's direction. Leon was under attack and Scott figured Leon was his only
chance out of the town in Scott's condition, so for now, he'd have to keep the
prick alive.
I wonder
what Joshua and Eric are doing right now...
The two men
were at opposite sides of each other on the hallway. Wesker stood behind the
wall on the north side, Leon on the south side. Wesker peeked his head out. He
was covering the door. He knew there was no way in or out of that way except
past Wesker or through the door, and the door was in his clear line of fire.
Leon leaned out
of the alcove and fired a shot. It went astray and hit the wall Wesker was
hiding behind.
"Why are
you doing this, Leon?" Wesker called out as he spun around, his .357
magnum revolver and .45 SOCOM pistol making two loud cracks at the same
time. Two holes appeared in the wall next to the alcove.
Wesker ducked
back around as Leon stuck his arm out and began to fire wildly, none of the
four bullets getting close. In only a couple of shots, the gun was empty. He
thought about rushing Leon when he heard the empty drop to the floor, but he
heard another clip be rammed into the magnum, and he lost that idea altogether.
"Is it the
money?" Wesker came out again, raising the .357 magnum he'd found on a
guard he had killed. He fired two shots; the thunderous cracks sending shots
inches from Leon's head. He was about to fire a third, when Leon appeared in a
blur and fired. The gun flew from his hand in pieces, and Wesker dove back
behind the wall as another two shots exploded the tile near his feet.
"I just
like this job. Ha ha!" Leon came out again, firing off the last three
rounds of his clip. Wesker didn't even feel those impact near him, but he heard
another magazine be shoved in before the empty hit the floor.
Too fast to
rush...
He almost came
out again when six quick shots from Leon's gun sounded, creating a massive hole
in the wall near Wesker's head. Wesker couldn't help but laugh. Was he actually
going to try to shoot through the wall? It was reinforced steel, though, and
the blasts still caused a lot of damage.
Wesker then
found himself wondering about Leon's ammunition. He was on his...third clip
already, and it had been less than a minute.
"Shit,"
Leon heard Wesker whisper. Leon grinned. This was turning out to be a very good
day indeed.
"I got
thirty more magazines, pal, so you just keep standing around," Leon
called, letting loose another three bullets.
He was about to
use his last three, when suddenly, Scott walked through the door.
"Kennedy, what's wrong?" He demanded, his eyes glaring.
"Get
down!" Leon yelled. Scott stood, confused. "I SAID GET THE FUCK
DOWN!" Leon roared at him.
Scott saw the
four holes in the wall, barely six inches from Leon's head. He then understood.
He was in a shootout.
While Scott
thought about this, it never occurred to him to seek cover.
Wesker spun
around the corner, his .45 semiautomatic Mk23 SOCOM pistol raised. In seemingly
one fluid motion, he loosed two rounds at the new person. He then slid back
behind the wall, not bothering to see if his shots had hit.
They had. The
first hit Scott squarely in the nose. He was already dead by the time the
second took off his right shoulder a millisecond later. Scott slumped to the
ground, surprise showing in what was left of his eyes.
Shit, Leon thought. There
goes that idea.
As Leon thought
about this, he heard two more shots. Then, there was nothing. He heard
footsteps receding down the hall, then nothing after that.
The bastard
blinked,
Leon grinned. He stood up and walked around the corner...
...And was
greeted with three .45 ACP rounds in the chest.
"Goomph!"
Leon flew back into the alcove, narrowly avoiding another two. He stood for a
moment. The rounds had impacted the top of his Kevlar jacket. They had all been
stopped, but he was stunned. Holy crap, that was really stupid. Stupid,
stupid...
Leon caught his
breath that had been taken from him by the bullets. He then raised his arm out
and fired.
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Joshua and Eric
had literally wasted half of their ammunition on the thing. They had even used
the bazooka on the thing, and still, Gestated Tom would not die.
Tom roared, a
massive scream that literally shook the dank hallway. "To hell with this!
Go!" Eric took off running. Joshua followed closely behind. Joshua ran
full speed into a door at the end of the hallway they were in.
It flew open
with a massive clang. The two dove through the door as a massive claw
tore the cement less than an inch behind them.
They got
against the far wall of the bathroom. The creature couldn't get through the
doorway, but the cement around the doorframe was splitting.
"We need
to find a way out!" They shouted in unison over the creature's monolithic
roar.
They noticed a
grate in the floor almost immediately upon inspecting the roof, for exits. They
could not see very well down it, but Joshua could have sworn he saw a hatch.
"Help me
move this," he mumbled, their ears still ringing from the roar and the
pounding of the creature.
They pulled the
grate off, and surely enough, there was a hatch. They ripped that open and saw
a ladder leading down. Needless to say, they descended the ladder as the crash
of the creature breaking in overwhelmed them.
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Tom looked
around the room. In what was left of his human mind, he knew it was a restroom,
but the insect part didn't. It looked around feverishly. But it's prey were
gone.
Tom let out an
explosive howl of anguish. He had worked so hard to get these men, and now they
were gone...
...or were
they?
Tom recognized
the manhole in the grating. He looked down it and saw a ladder, swallowed up by
blackness.
Prey go down
there. Must follow.
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The two men dropped
onto the ground. The place they were in was clean. Very clean, in fact. They
didn't see a single cartridge or smear of blood anywhere. The corridor was a
boring, gray and white mixture that was massively uninspired.
They both got a
feeling that the answers to what was destroying the city were down here. As
they read the massive red "Umbrella Pharmaceuticals," they didn't
just have a feeling...they knew it.
They heard
shooting around the corner. They realized that it might be another person in
trouble.
They ran
foolishly in the direction of the shooting, unaware of Tom mutating...reshaping
to fit down the ladder shaft above them...