Joshua was very
annoyed. He had been following this guy in the shiny Mercedes for over five
minutes on this run-down two-lane highway in the middle of nowhere, and still,
there was no sign of anything in front of the man.
Where the
hell is this guy going? he wondered as he lanced through the dark at over a hundred
forty miles per hour.
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In Belton, it
was loud. The alarms blared throughout the city. Then, a calm voice came over
the speakers and spoke a quiet, monotonous voice.
"Detonation
time warning: twenty seconds. Countdown will commence at ten seconds."
Then,
"Detonation time warning. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five."
A small Radio
Shack store in the downtown district displayed on its computer monitors the
numbers 00:00:04.
Belton
hospital's reception desk computer read 00:00:03.
The digital
clock in front of Belton First National Bank read 00:00:02.
Everything
electronic in the Umbrella Laboratory beneath the city read 00:00:01.
A broken air
conditioner in the sewers contained a jumble of electronics hooked up to a
small gray clay ball. An LCD hooked up to it read the numbers 00:00:00.
The jumble of
electronics then beeped.
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Joshua was
surprised that there was no sound. He saw it in his rear-view mirror. He turned
around and saw a bright blue ball, growing at over twenty thousand meters per
second. The ball was brighter than a thousand suns, and for a moment, looked
almost beautiful.
Then, Joshua
noticed that it was getting warm in the car. Way too warm. It had gone from
maybe 65 degrees Fahrenheit to about 120-130 degrees in the car. He noticed
that shrubs behind him were catching fire.
Then, as soon
as it began, it was over. Joshua, sweating profusely for more than one reason,
looked back and saw that the city that he had just been in...the massive,
sprawling city crawling with the dead, was gone. Not ruins, not destroyed, but
downright GONE.
Holy shit...
Joshua then
turned back to his driving. He noticed that the Trent fellow had pulled out far
in front of him. Joshua raced to catch up, and then saw it.
The yellow
Shelby Cobra was just a speck in the distance, but he could see it ahead of
him, about two thousand yards.
He pushed the
pedal all the way to the floor. He was low on fuel, but it didn't matter. All
that mattered was that that little shit be caught and forced to pay.
His phone rang.
He looked at it first, this time. It wasn't the BS 555-5555 number that Trent
had called with. Huh?
He answered the
phone. "Hello?"
"Ha ha ha.
Good evening. I've noticed that you are in my car," the voice laughed at
him.
"What the
fuck do you want!" Joshua shouted at the phone. "I'll fucking kill
you, motherfucker! I'll cut your fucking balls off and shove them down your
goddamned throat! Then, I'll tear your arms off and feed them to my fucking
dog! After that, I'll-"
"Ha ha ha.
You're very funny. But, I have a cellular phone with me also. It's mine, and
it's what I'm calling you with. However, it is dual purpose, see. It-" The
voice tried to say.
"FUCK YOU!
I AM GOING TO FUCKING KILL YOU, YOU SON OF A BITCH! YOU KILLED MY BEST FRIEND,
AND NOW I AM GOING TO KILL YOU, BASTARD!" Joshua screamed so loud he
wondered if he was blowing out the speakers on the phone.
"...as I
was saying, it is also a detonator. If I just hang up and press the letters
478, then my house blows up. I press 111, and my office explodes. And if I
press 883, my car explodes."
It took a
moment for that to sink in. "What are you saying?" His voice was no
longer filled with rage, but with fear.
"What am I
saying? Goodbye." The line clicked off.
What the
hell? I doubt...oh shit! Joshua noticed that the timer on the car's stereo was
resetting itself. The first digit was an eight. The second was an eight.
Shitshitshitshitshit... Joshua slammed on the
brakes, not bothering to wait for the car to stop. At the same second he leapt
from the BMW, the last digit appeared on the stereo. Three.
The car
promptly exploded.
Joshua leapt
from the car and sprinted for cover. The car promptly exploded behind him in a
giant fireball. The shockwaves were slight, but impressive nonetheless. Holy
fuckin shit. This shit is getting too out of hand, he silently thought to
himself. He couldn't back out now though, not when revenge was looming
overhead.
"That son
of a bitch! I'm gonna kill that motherfucker!!!" he yelled out into the
night sky.
Then in a
moment of frustration, sunk to his knees. Tears streamed down his face. How
the fuck did I get into this mess? Why? Why me? Why Eric? Dear God...why us?
That's when
Trent's car pulled up in front of him. "Hey, come on," said Trent.
Joshua just sat
there staring at the cloudless sky.
"You want
him dead right? Then let's go, there is no time to waste."
Taking a deep
breath, Joshua got back to his feet. All he had left was the MP-5N he was
clutching. The rest of his equipment had gone up in the fireball. He walked
over to Trent's car, threw the MP-5N in the back seat, climbed in, and slammed
the door shut. With that, the car took off in hot pursuit of Wesker.
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Wesker drove
down the road with a smile. This day just keeps going my way. How nice,
he thought silently. Then a thought occurred to him as he patted his right
pocket. The disk holding Umbrella's information was still there. That meant
he'd still get his $9 million.
It was a good
day for Albert Wesker.
He continued to
drive down the road, and he turned up the radio. Looking over to his right, he
saw Leon start to move and he immediately slammed the butt of his gun into the
back of Leon's head, knocking the rookie cop once again unconscious. He could
kill the bastard at the drop of a dime. He could get revenge at this single
moment.
It was a good
day for Albert Wesker.
What would he
do first though? He HAD to take Leon back to HCF otherwise he would be out of a
job and out of his life. But what after that? Would he simply kill him? Would
he torture him? It didn't matter, because he would have time to think about it.
It was a good
day for Albert Wesker.
Looking down at
his watch he noticed it was about 4 am. The sun would be coming up in a couple
hours and Wesker would be back at HCF, dropping off his goodies. His bosses
would be very pleased with them. An Umbrella employee and the disk with secret
files on it. Yes, they'd be pleased all right. So would he.
It was a good
day for Albert Wesker.
======================
Joshua sat in
silence, contemplating his next moves. With Trent driving, Joshua could think a
little more freely without having to worry about driving off the road.
He still
couldn't believe what he had gone through in these short 24 hours. It all
started out good, the three had been assigned to find out what was going on.
The next thing, they found the town infested with zombies. Scott was killed,
Eric was killed, everything had gone to shit and to top it off, he was riding
in a car with someone he didn't know. It was not one of Joshua's better days.
The one thing that crossed his mind was what happens after it all ends? Does he
go back to the department? Or would he continue to fight bio-weapons? It was
all a mystery and the one thing he had learned tonight was that there were no
certainties in life. But for him, one thing and one thing only was certain,
Wesker would die by his hands.
He had been
in the car for maybe two minutes, not asking the stranger who he was or what he
was doing in the city.
He snapped the
clip out of the MP5 and emptied the bullets into his hand. He stared at them,
hardly believing how little he had left.
He only had
eight bullets left. His handguns had came off in various places, and all the
other weapons had been destroyed. Now, he had only this gun.
Joshua was not
happy.
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Wesker,
however, was. He switched the radio stations, unhappy that only two came in,
and they were both scratchy.
Wesker looked
over at Leon. This man would do nicely. Yes, very nicely, he thought
with a grin. He only hoped that all the blows to the head had caused no brain
damage. After all, his speech had to be coherent.
Wesker grinned
as he looked ahead, traveling at ninety miles per hour. Ah, this is quite
possibly one of the best days of my life.
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The Benz
traveled at a hundred fifty miles per hour along the narrow highway. For the
first time, Joshua looked over at Trent.
He seemed to be
a tall, lanky man, his face hidden by the dark interior of the car. Joshua spoke
up. "Who are you?" He was glad his voice wasn't cracking too much.
Trent looked at
him, his face still hidden, but his green eyes were barely visible. "I am
a friend. I do not wish to harm you in any way." Trent managed to keep the
Mercedes under control as he leaned over to the back seat and handed him an
assault rifle. "Here. It is the best I can do."
Joshua studied
the M16A2 rifle. He checked to see that it was loaded. It was.
Joshua then
spoke up again. "Thank you. But where are we going?"
The Shelby
was flying down the road now reaching 100mph. In the drivers seat was Wesker,
still wearing his trademark shades. He then took out his cell phone and with
one hand dialed up a number.
The phone
rang....
And was picked
up by someone.
"Hello?
Who is this?" came the voice.
"Wesker."
"Oh,
Wesker, how's it going out there?"
For a moment
Wesker glanced over at Leon and then back at the road, "Splendid. Better
than I originally thought it would go."
"Good to
hear. Tell me, did you get it?"
"Sure did.
I also got a little bonus in the form of an Umbrella employee. An employee
going by the name of Leon S. Kennedy," responded Wesker.
There was
silence on the other end for a while. "Are you going to kill him?"
"...Eventually.
BUT for the moment, he's worth more alive."
"Yes, that
he is."
"All right
then, get the stuff ready, I won't have much time to drop them off, I'm being
chased down by that prick Trent."
"How do
you know it's him?" asked the voice.
"I'd know
him anywhere. Bastard.... Anyway, get the stuff ready," Wesker told him.
"Okay
then. See ya later then Wesker."
"Later."
With that
Wesker hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket. Today was certainly
going quite well, with the exception of those two tailing him.
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"We're
going to the nearest HCF facility," explained Trent.
"HCF?"
"That's
the company Wesker works for. No doubt he's taking Leon there."
"Who's
Leon?" asked Joshua.
"The guy
he has with him. Anyway, that's where he's heading so we have to get there
first if you want your chance."
"All right
then. One more question."
"Fine,"
Trent told him.
"WHY are
you doing this?"
"I have my
reasons," Trent explained, not really caring to explain himself.
Joshua shrugged
and looked out the window. It looked like the sun was starting to set, what
time was it now? Joshua had never in his life hated the dawn of another day so
much in his life than today.
After what had
to be over an hour of driving at well over speeds anybody could ever conceive
as remotely sane, they saw a town up ahead. It was not a town at all, but is
seemed to be a sprawling city, closer to Los Angeles or New York than Belton.
Joshua was worried. Yellow Shelby or not, it wouldn't take a lot of effort to
get lost in a city like this.
Trent, though,
was not worried at all. He was an expert at surveillance and
counter-surveillance, as well as quite a few other traits. He approached the
city, slowing down. After all, it would be very displeasing to be pulled over.
He looked over at his passenger, Joshua Edwards. Trent knew that he should give
him more than a single rifle that wasn't even fully automatic, but it was the
best he could do.
Besides, Trent mused, he
knows how to handle one of those things. Then, his mind changed from that
thought. He looked over at Joshua. "I am very sorry about your comrade,
Mr. Edwards."
Joshua looked
over at his mysterious driver as the sun rose further overhead. "Thanks,
but who are you? Why didn't you help us?"
Trent looked
over, his face revealed in the light. "I did. You may have noticed several
hundred corpses with bullet holes in them. That was me," he said with no
pride at all.
Wesker was now
driving sanely as the highway merged into a freeway. Trent was glad. After all,
it was hard to tail a crazy driver.
Trent knew to
never get within two car lengths and never outside five car lengths. He knew it
would not be long before Wesker made it into the labs. "Joshua,"
Trent used his first name for the first time, "I will drop you off at the
area Wesker will be stopping at. From then on, you are on your own. If all goes
well, you will never see me or hear from me again."
Joshua simply
nodded, too tired to notice how very odd this was. All he wanted to do was to
get that little prick. The rest could wait.
Wesker drove
through the night city. Checking his watch it was just about time for the sun
to rise. "Damn it's been a long night," he said aloud. To his left
Leon sat or rather laid, motionless.
Finally Wesker
could make out the large skyscraper a couple of blocks down. Wesker smiled as
it came closer. It had been a good 24 hours for Albert Wesker. Then, Wesker
took out his cell phone and dialed up the usual number.
"Yes?"
"Agent
Wesker reporting in. I'm only a couple of blocks away with the merchandise."
"Oh good.
This may mean that you won't be terminated after all."
"Who the
fuck is this?! This better not be who I think it is because once I get in those
doors I'm busting your fucking head in little bastard!"
"Oh, I'm
sure that would impress the boss huh?"
"Go to
hell Spengler."
"Whatever
Wesker. Now listen, you do realize that the little bastard Trent is following
you?"
"Of
course. It's been a habit of his lately. Then when he tries to follow me in, if
he does, he'll get his ass shot off. Do have the guards ready Spengler."
"Of
course, I wouldn't want to be shot myself."
"Oh, and
tell the bosses that I'm approaching and to get the cash ready."
"Of course
Wesker. Of course."
"That's
Mr. Wesker to you jackass."
And with that
Wesker hung up his cell and put it back in his pocket.
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Trent casually
followed Wesker and saw where the Agent was heading. Who could miss it? It had
to be the largest sky scraper in the city. At that time, Joshua's eyes followed
Trent's to look at the large building.
"Hmph. I
bet that's one of there less important buildings." said a very sarcastic
and angered Joshua.
"...It
is." answered Trent.
Joshua
wide-eyed looked back at the huge construction of a building and sighed. He'd
get that bastard, oh yes; he'd get that bastard.
Wesker grabbed
Leon and dragged him out of the car. It startled pedestrians on the sidewalk
that a man was dragging another person into that building, but he was gone in a
second, leaving the car open and running, not caring if it got stolen.
The Mercedes
Benz pulled up behind the Shelby in the front of the building. "Just go
follow him and don't take the rifle."
Don't take
the rifle? "Why not?"
"Because
there are armed security guards all over the place, and you would not want to
be caught with an assault rifle," Trent replied as if explaining things to
a toddler.
"Oh,"
Joshua said. "Okay." He opened his door and got out of the car, still
marveling at the building. He stopped staring in two seconds when gentle beep
beeps came from the car behind him. He got into the building and looked
around in the lobby. Where are you, you little shithead?
Wesker stood in
the elevator in silence. Leon lay before his feet, in a small ball. He casually
shifted his weight onto his other foot and waited for the elevator to stop.
The little
light flashed at '13' and the elevator beeped as the door opened. Wesker picked
up Leon with barely any effort and dragged him behind himself. Looking around
he turned to his right and started for the door down the hall. It had a small
plaque on it that read 'Main Office'. Simple enough.
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Joshua walked
through the double glass doors and into the building. In front of him was a
shag carpet with a large logo of the letters 'HCF' on it. Beyond that was a
receptionist desk with a man sitting at it. On each side were three armed
guards. On his left was a small coffee table with some chairs around it.
Walking forward
slowly, Joshua walked up to the reception desk. "Hello sir," Joshua
greeted.
The man looked
less than pleased, "What do you want?"
Joshua
flinched, "I'm looking for a man by the name of..." before he could
finish, he was cut off.
"We don't
know anyone by that name."
"You don't
even know who I was..."
"Please
sir! Unless you have official business here, I must ask you to leave!"
"Hey! Wait
just a damn minute.."
Out of the
corner of his eyes he saw two of the guards step forward. "Oh, so that's
how it's going to be huh?" he asked.
"Yep. Now,
unless you want a guided tour, I'd suggest you leave now." said the man.
Joshua thought
about it for a moment, "A tour huh? All right then. When does this 'tour'
start?"
"Right now
if you want."
"Okay
then. Where?"
"I'll have
one of my men assist you," said the man as he nodded to a guard on his
left. The guard stepped forward and walked toward the door. Joshua reluctantly
gave the man one final look, and followed.
The elevator
took a while, but it finally reached the lobby. Joshua had noticed the pause on
the 13th floor and decided that's where Wesker was.
The door opened
and the two stepped inside. The doors closed and the elevator began its upward
approach. The guard had pushed the button to one of the top floors, and Joshua
knew what was coming. Disposing of the body huh? Well, I'm not going to die
just yet
In the polished
walls of the elevator, Joshua could see the guard reach for his sidearm (think
Die Hard: With a Vengeance when McClane's being escorted to the site by the
three guys). Joshua immediately spun and punched the guard. The guard was off
balance, giving Joshua just enough time to take the sidearm. He held it up at
the guard.
BAM! BAM!
BAM!
He delivered
three shots into the guard's chest. "Sorry buddy, but nothing is getting
in my way." With that, he pushed the button to the 13th floor.
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(this is during Joshua entering the building)
Wesker tossed
the body of Leon Kennedy onto the table. "Here he is, fresh off the
market," Wesker told them.
"And the
disk Mr. Wesker?" asked one of the men in the black suits.
Wesker pulled a
small disk out of his front pocket, "The cash?"
The man pulled
out two black briefcases, "$9 million, in cash," he said as he opened
them up to show the money.
Wesker smiled
and threw the disk onto the desk, right on top of Leon. He slammed the cases
shut and started out of the room, "Oh and boys, expect some company this
evening, I've had a bogey on my tail all night." With that Wesker shut the
door and began his decent down the fire stair well, going to the garage. He had
his money and now he could leave. That prick wouldn't find him after tonight.
With a smile, Wesker started down the stairs.
The sliding
doors opened. Joshua stepped out, darkly looking around. The semiautomatic he
clutched in his fist was unnoticed by nearly everybody in the hall as he walked
to a door with "Main Office" on it. It required a keycard and
password.
Joshua raised
his keycard and shot the card reader twice, sending everybody in the hall
ducking for cover, screaming. He took what was left of the card reader and
crossed several wires, not knowing what the hell he was doing.
"Shit,"
he hissed as he noticed no progress. "Come on, come on..."
With a loud snap
and a spark, the door unlocked. Joshua opened the door and looked inside.
"Hey, who
the hell are you!" A man talking to two guards looked infuriated.
"This is a restricted area, asshole! If you..." He noticed the
handgun Joshua carried. "FUCK ! Guards, kill that man!" He dove for
cover as to not get shot.
The guards
reached for their sidearms, but were hit each in the chest twice. Joshua wasn't
feeling particularly nice then, so he walked over to the two gasping and
gurgling guards and fired one round into each of their heads.
"FUCK
YOU!" Joshua raised his gun as he pivoted on his heel, swinging it at the
important-seeming man.
With two
thunderous cracks, Joshua fired two bullets into the man's stomach. The
man dropped the Binelli Super 90 shotgun he had been raising and fell to the
floor.
Joshua walked
over to the man and kicked the shotgun out of reach. He looked down, not
knowing how cold and callous his face was. "Where's Wesker?" He
looked down at the man, and smiled as the dying man told him.
Wesker was now
taking the steps three at a time. He had heard the gunshots from the upper
office. No doubt one of the men told that psycho where he was going. "Damn
him," Wesker muttered under his breath.
He was near
floor 8 right about now, only 10 floors away from the garage. Wesker would have
to hurry if he was getting out of there in tact. Suddenly his mind wondered
what happend to Leon...Then he shrugged it off. If the bastard was dead, good.
The two
suitcases he was carrying were barely slowing his progess. The damn things kept
clanking around. Then, he gripped both of them in one hand and with his other,
drew his sidearm. So now if that guy did catch up with him, he'd regret it.
Suddenly Wesker
got a vicious idea. He set his gun back in the holster and took out his cell
phone. Dialing in the regular number Spengler came on.
"Yeah?"
"Spengler.
Contact all security, all employees or not. I'm going to turn on the automated
defenses."
"Are you
fucking nuts?! We'd have to shut down the entire fucking building to do
that!"
"I know
that, now get everyone, or no one if you care, out of the building. I'll turn
them on in 10 minutes so get your ass out of here. Or not, I'd prefer if YOU
stuck around," Wesker told him.
"Go to
hell Wesker. I'm getting out of here. I'll contact all that I can within five
minutes."
"Good."
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The man told
Joshua where Wesker was heading. "It's not certain...but...he's probably
heading for the garage."
Joshua sneered
and walked out. The man was dead and Joshua needed instructions. Suddenly he
heard yelling and about six armed guards came around the corner, guns a
blazin'. Joshua immediately took cover. "I can't waste time with these
assholes," he said as he blindly fired down the hallway. That's when he
spotted a fair exit stairwell. With no other option, he tore into the
stairwell, locking the door behind him.
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Wesker heard a
door slam about five floors above him, he had company. "And I bet I know
who it is..." he silently mused. Wesker was now using his newfound
abilities to take the steps 10 at a time. Each time he landed, he landed with a
cat-like grace, barely making a sound.
Another floor
down and he read the level, "Level 6". He sighed, it was still going
to be 8 floors until he made it to the garage and that could be risky. Then he
checked his watch; he had approximately 7 minutes until he turned on the
defense system. Unlike Umbrella, if a BOW escaped, HCF had a defense system
that would effectively wipe out anything that crossed its path. It had small
sensors on it, so it could tell the difference between a Tyrant and a regular
zombie. That was the beauty of it. If a Tyrant showed up with the defenses
online, it would be reduced to ashes. Oh yes, it was a beautiful system indeed.
Joshua ran down
the stairs, making massive clangs every time his boots hit a step. He
knew that the little bastard was below him, though how far was a mystery. He
could hear very distant noises from below, noises that would have been
inaudible had the entire stairwell that stretched the length of the building
not been made of metal.
He sprinted
down; clutching the Binelli the man had been carrying. He was in very good
physical shape, but all these stairs were very disorienting.
He heard a door
open and slam less than two floors below him. When he got down, he saw that
he'd reached the bottom floor. The door was made of solid steel, with the word
"Parking" emblazoned on the door.
As soon as his
fingers got within an inch of the doorknob, a voice blasted through the
stairwell. "Anti-BOW system activated. Repeat, Anti-BOW system activated.
All personnel should be evacuated. Repeat, the Anti-BOW..."
Joshua didn't
know what the Anti-BOW system was, and he didn't care. All that mattered was
that he gets Wesker.
He flung the
door open and emerged into a remarkably boring parking garage. There were about
three cars left that he could see, the rest were all gone.
He heard
screeching tires to his side, and dove out of the way as a gray Nissan
Pathfinder roared through the spot where he had been standing a millisecond
earlier. The license plate said "A W A HCF".
Wesker. The car sped towards
the turn that lead to the exit at over fifty miles per hour. Joshua raised the
Binelli to his shoulder and fired two shots off from the semiautomatic shotgun.
The car didn't
slow down, and it didn't swerve. The rear window exploded, as did the two rear
tires, but the car kept going.
The car then
slammed straight into the side barrier head on at seventy miles per hour. The
front end crumpled like a sack, and he knew that Wesker couldn't have survived
that, even if the shotgun had only incapacitated him.
However, it
wouldn't hurt to make sure that the bastard was dead. Joshua sprinted to the
destroyed Nissan SUV. He was happy to see nothing emerge from the vehicle, and
he got there without any problems.
He opened the
crumpled door (he touched it and it fell off), revealing that the airbag had
deployed for an empty driver's seat.
Joshua stood
for a moment. Huh? There was a pipe on the floor, and it dawned on him
at the same second he saw it. Fuck, he faked that. Oh, boy. He turned
around, and saw Wesker standing no more than three feet away from him.
"Hello,
asshole." Wesker snatched the shotgun from Joshua's grip in the blink of
an eye. He looked at the gun, apparently disgusted by it. "Such pithy
things, guns." He took the steel shotgun and snapped it in half over his
knee, breaking the brittle steel into two sections.
"Oh, I'm
sorry, did you want that?" Wesker gently handed the two pieces to Joshua.
"Oops." Wesker let loose a blow to Joshua's face. It hit his mouth,
instantly drawing blood and knocking him back several feet.
Wesker scoffed.
Such easy prey this was. He was sad that this would not be a very hard fight as
he advanced on the pathetic creature on the ground that was writhing in pain.
Joshua tried to
get back to his feet, the pain racking throughout his body. Damn, he can
really punch! he thought silently. Just as he got to his knees, he received
a kick to the face, which sent him sprawling to the ground again. A small
trickle of blood rolled down his chin.
Wesker stood
over Joshua and smirked. "Aw, you're so fragile, just like you
partner." That's when something must have happened to Joshua because
immediately after Wesker said that, Joshua's eyes became enraged and he jumped
to his feet. Before Wesker could react, Joshua rammed Wesker into the wrecked
Nissan.
Wesker groaned
in pain and grabbed Joshua by the back of the neck. With one quick arm
movement, he threw Joshua back at least five feet. Joshua slammed off the
concrete pavement with a thunk. Blood now trickled down his left eyebrow, from
where he hit the pavement. Things were not looking good for him.
Just as Wesker
was walking over to Joshua a loud snap rang out through the garage. Joshua
watched as Wesker fell to one knee and clutched his left leg, where blood was
pouring out.
Joshua looked
just beyond Wesker and saw Trent standing there, holding the MP-5N that Joshua
had left in the car. Slowly Trent walked forward, keeping the gun pinned on
Wesker.
Wesker looked
back and saw his assailant, Trent. "Fucking figures," he said to
himself.
Trent slowly
walked over to Joshua's position and helped him to his feet. "Thanks
man," Joshua silently told him.
Trent turned to
Wesker, "Any last requests before I kill you?"
Wesker thought
for a moment, "Yeah, let me at least call my wife to say good-bye."
"Bullshit!
I didn't...!!!" Joshua screamed, but he was cut off by Trent.
"Fine.
You've got two minutes."
"Thank
you," said Wesker as he reached into his pocket and took out his cell
phone. With one hand, he slowly dialed the number. After he finished dialing,
he put his phone away.
"I thought
you were..." Joshua began but was cut off by the speakers.
ATTENTION: THE
SELF-DESTRUCT SEQUENCE HAS BEEN ACTIVATED...
"You son
of a bitch!!!!" screamed Joshua as he grabbed the gun from Trent's hand
and unloaded the clip into Wesker's chest (remember there were only 10 bullets
when Joshua went into the building, one bullet used to shoot Wesker's leg, so
he only shot 9 rounds, for all that matters). Wesker fell backward with a loud
thump. He didn't move at all.
Trent quickly
carried Joshua back to his car. Joshua went into the passenger seat and Trent quickly
hopped into the drivers seat. Trent started the car and took off as fast as he
could.
The car
squealed away and Joshua and Trent got down, waiting for the explosion. After
two minutes they raised their heads again and looked back at the building. There
was no explosion. "That son of a bitch was lying!" Joshua yelled,
"Turn this car around! Turn it around now!"
"It won't
do any good," said Trent defeated.
"Why's
that?"
"I don't
feel like talking about it now..." and with that, the car rolled away,
heading away from the nightmare.
2 hours
later
"Yes, I
missed you too. I'll see you later, love you, bye."
The man hung up
the phone and rubbed his temples. He had a throbbing headache. After all he'd
been through, who could blame him? That maniac had almost killed him, but he
was all right.
Slowly he
trudged back to the car, not really wanting to do anything for the rest of the
day. The sun glared in his eyes and he slipped on his shades. Turning on the
radio, an old 60s tune came on. With a slight smirk, Albert Wesker looked down
at the Kevlar next to him, laced with 9, 9mm bullets and he slowly began to
drive the car down the empty road....
THE END