Disclaimer: Resident Evil is copyrighted to Capcom. This story presented is written by me and is not copyrighted. Beware, for the end times are upon us.
Written by: Striker
"CARL!" Chris called, trying to get his attention.
"What do you want?" Carl asked. "I'm a busy man."
"I just want to know where Peterson is." Chris said. "I need to talk to him. It's important that I do."
Carl sighed. "I told you Chris, he's dealing with some personal matters. He doesn't want to be bothered."
"Then at least tell me where I can wait for him." Chris said. "How long is he going to take? When will he be available?"
Carl stared at Chris cockeyed. "You just don't give up, do you?"
"No I don't." Chris replied. "Now where is he?"
"You remember the chapel we passed on the way here? That's where he is. Since he has been here, he's gone there almost every day. If you ask me I think he's very religious. If he's not there then he's back at his office. Now I have to get back to work." Carl began walking away. "And if he asks, I didn't tell you where he was."
"Don't worry, I'll tell him I was wondering around." Chris said. He got into his mini-van and headed for the chapel.
The chapel was a white building with a peaked roof and bell-tower. It reminded Chris of a small church that was a few miles from his old house. He remembered his parents driving by it when they went into town. He also remembered going there every Sunday. Now those days seemed so far away. Chris walked through the doors. The chapel was small, but had a lot of room. Twelve rows of pews ran down either side of the central aisle. Bibles were stuffed into little bookracks on the back of each pew. There were two confession booths on either side of the door. Above a small alter was a small crucifix. An Easter candle stood to the right of the alter and the tabernacle containing the Communion wafers sat to the left, against the wall. Chris slowly walked down the aisle and towards the alter. He stopped at the foot of the alter and stared at the crucifix.
"Long time since you've been to a place like this."
Chris turned to see Peterson sitting in the back, right corner of the chapel. He turned back to the crucifix. "I haven't set foot in a church since my parents funeral. I haven't even been to their graves."
"Death of a loved one can always weaken a person's faith." Peterson got up and walked towards Chris. "But the important thing is that we should not loose it, for faith my be the only thing that can save us."
"I take it you're a religious man, Major." Chris said.
Peterson nodded. "I am. And call me Scott. I prefer that my friends call me by my name, not my rank. Besides, technically you're not part of the Army."
"Fine, Scott. I need to talk to you. It's about our situation with Umbrella. I don't know what we're going to do. Spencer has really messed up the situation with those damn missiles. He could infect the entire world." Chris shoved his hands in his pockets. "This whole thing has spun out of control."
"And the city of seven hills shall be utterly destroyed, and the terrible judge will judge the people."
"What did you say?" Chris was started by Peterson's statement.
"Nostradamus." Peterson said. "That is only part of his prophecy on the end times."
"You mean the end of the world?" Chris let out a gruff laugh. "I don't believe in that sort of stuff."
"Why?"
"Because I don't like the idea of people telling me what's going to happen to me ten years from now. I prefer the idea that I have a say in where my life is going. All that doom and gloom stuff is a bunch of crap."
"Yet the signs are all around us." Peterson said. "Ever here is the concept of good vs. evil?"
"Yeah. There are the good guys and there are the bad guys. Simple as that."
"It's more then that. The battle between good and evil has gone on for ages. Ever since Lucifer's fall from grace the war between heaven and hell has been taking place. And that war is taking place on Earth."
Chris shook his head. "You lost me. I'm not used to discussing this type of subject."
"What I'm saying is that the battle between good and evil is being fought inside us. The choices we make, whether they be good or bad, affect the outcome. And from what I see, evil is winning. Umbrella is playing God, creating demons to use as instruments of death. They have created a virus that can turn a city into a necropolis. Now they have set the stage for the end of the world."
"You know what I think. I think this is another roadblock on the road to my destiny. This is the greatest test of my life. This isn't about doomsday or the Apocalypse to me, it's about something fate as put in my path to see if I deserve what's coming to me. All the shit that's happened to me did so to prepare me for this. What happens to me now rests on what I do. That's what I believe."
"Then maybe fate isn't the one that has been testing you. There is one thing that holds true in every conflict. Wherever there is evil, there will be good men to fight it. Sometimes those who will fight are chosen. I believe that maybe God picked you and your friends for the most important battle of all."
A smirk spread across Chris' face. "And what battle is that?"
Peterson gave Chris a stern look. "The battle to end all battles. Armageddon."
Chris became serious. "You can't be serious. Armageddon is just a story, one of those biblical prophecies. I've heard that Armageddon was supposed to happen next year, and the year after that. What we're doing with Umbrella isn't even close to what Armageddon is suppose to be."
"Armageddon will be the battle that decided the fate of the world. If we win, Umbrella's monsters or viruses won't threaten the world anymore. We fail, and Umbrella will have no one to stand in their way and Raccoon City will be repeated. Armageddon is said to be the final battle between good and evil. In my mind Umbrella is evil, and soon we will have to face that evil one last time. And when that time comes, all hell will break loose."
"Then let me get to what I wanted to talk to you about." Chris leaned on a pew. "My team is having doubts about this war. The way things are, it seems hopeless. I'm really not sure myself."
Peterson took a deep breath. "I know. Things seem so out of control right now it looks like we won't be able to win. That's why I was here, to ask for strength in this time of crisis. The one thing we need now is faith. Faith that we can pull through this and emerge victorious."
"Faith. Right now I'm all out of that." Chris said. "I have been for a long time. I fail to see what faith can do now."
"Without faith, there is no hope. Without hope, there is no motivation. Right now we need faith in ourselves and in each other. Faith is what keeps us going, keeps us fighting. We need to have faith that we will beat Umbrella. And as long as we have faith, nothing can stand in our way. I think it's time you found yours."
"We can start by showing me the weapons you promised, Scott." Chris said.
"Very well Chris." Peterson said. "I was just about to go over to the armory." The two men left the chapel. Chris took one last look around before walking out the door.
"WHAT!" Monroe shouted. "You can't be serious? You know how much shit I'll, no we'll, get into if I do this?"
"Just fill the grenade rounds with white phosphorus and make it quick." Peterson said. He and Chris were in the armory with Monroe.
"Major, it's against the U.S.'s Code of Conduct to use white phosphorus as a weapon." Monroe pointed to the SAWs and other heavy weapons sitting on a rack. "Those weapons are just as good. Plus, I can get these guys as many rocket launchers as they need. I just can't make white phosphorus rounds."
Peterson patted Monroe on the shoulder. "I already talked to the Pentagon. I told them the situation. Seeing as these B.O.W.s shouldn't even exist, those creature are not human. In that light, we can use white phosphorus on them. I also want those rail guns ready for use. We may need them soon. What about the other weapons?"
"We just got in the RPGs and the lab is making the Anti-B.O.W. rounds. We also have the other weapons here now." Monroe looked at Chris. "After what you said you fought, we asked for some special weapons. These things are really nasty."
"OK," Chris said, "Three things. What is a RPG?" How do you know how to make that B.O.W. gas? And what special weapons?"
"First, this is a M204 RPG." Monroe held up a weapon that looked like a cross between a M203 and a M16A2. "This puppy's name stands for Rocket Propelled Grenade. This fires a special grenade that travels in a straight line instead of an arc."
"Second," Peterson said, "We stole the formula from Umbrella's computers. I believe you were at the lab. Our lab techs are close to making the first batch."
"Third, the special weapons are more like experimental weapons." Monroe said. "This will be the first time they will be used in actual combat outside of a testing range."
"My team will be using weapons you haven't even used?" Chris asked. "What are they?"
Monroe walked over to some opened crates. "Most of these you guys have used something similar to these weapons. First I'll start with this." He took a large handgun off of a near-by shelf. "This is a Colt M659 Auto-Magnum. Fires magnum rounds like a Berretta. It's heavy, but it'll take down anything. Colt made these specifically for military use." He then went to one of the crates. He pulled out a large weapon that looked like a Gatling gun. "This is a Remington M40 Quad-barrel Automatic Shotgun, nicknamed the Riot Gun. This baby fires one shell from each barrel. As one barrel fires, the one opposite is reloading. The unique feature is that you can fire all four barrels at once."
"I'd like to see a Stalker survive that." Chris said. "I'll take that gun."
Monroe smiled and dug into the same crate. "I'm sure Valentine and Oliveria have used this, as well as Cooper's team. This is a M405 Mine Thrower. We got the schematics for this off of Umbrella's computers. Fires a special mine with a three second timer. We made a modification to the rounds; they will stick to any surface before exploding." He set the gun down and fished through another crate. He pulled out a weapon that resembled an oversized cattle prod. "This is a M84 Tesla cannon. This thing will send out a sphere of electricity. That sphere is equivalent to what an electric chair puts out. If you think that's bad, you'll love this one." Monroe set down the Tesla cannon and pulled out a weapon similar to a M203. "This is a M306 Napalm Launcher. Fires a glob of napalm that's 5,000 degrees. Needless to say, anything hit with this will be barbeque in several seconds. I have one other weapon." He walked over to a rack and picked up a large rifle. "M238 Executor Composite Rifle. M4A1 rifle combined with a M204 under the rifle and a sniper rifle on top. Multi-purpose weapon."
Chris looked over the weapons. "About how many of these guns do you have? These may work against those creatures."
"That's a problem." Monroe said. "We only got two to three of each weapon. I'll tell you this, combine these weapons with the ones you have, and you can take on anything Umbrella throws at you."
"Plus, our lab is making Anti-B.O.W. rounds for you." Peterson added. "Add the White Phosphorus rounds and your set. I also got a few boxes of explosive shotgun shells. These shells contain small explosives and explode on impact. They should help you out."
Chris turned to Peterson. "Speaking of the labs, I have Rebecca and Eliza over there now. With any luck we'll have a cure for Umbrella's viruses as well as a weapon against that snake Wesker. I just wish I knew what he was doing right now."
Wesker watched the lab surgeons sew close the Nemesis II's left eye. "It's amazing, isn't it? The Tyrant took a barrage of heavy firepower and it's still alive. Good thing we thickened its skin."
Spencer stood next to Wesker and watched the operation proceed. "And what about the other bio-weapons?"
"According to Wesker, the Regurgitor and Spiker weren't that effective." Nicholai said. "But the Stalker and Reaper were quite efficient."
"And did you see this or just hear that from Wesker?" Spencer asked.
"I assure you," Wesker said, "I saw the bio-weapons in action. The Stalker and Reaper took out most of the S.T.A.R.S. in a very short time. Of coarse, I failed to see the Nemesis II in action. You'll have to ask Nicholai for that data."
Nicholai was quick to talk. "The Nemesis II performed well. The S.T.A.R.S. had disabled the cameras in the Assembly Room, but I'm sure the Tyrant was impressive."
Spencer smiled. "With the S.T.A.R.S. injured, Redfield won't dare move. Those fools now know that they can't win. We shall be wealthy beyond belief. And with that wealth we can buy power. My family will be proud, and my children will carry the name Spencer with pride. If you'll excuse me, I must attend to other matters." Spencer left the lab.
"Soon that power will be mine." Wesker sneered. "And that fool having children. The very thought makes be shiver."
Nicholai looked at his watch. "It is getting late. I shall like to go home."
"Leave, but I'm staying." Wesker said. "Redfield will respond soon. I want to be here when that happens."
"Why?" Nicholai asked.
Wesker removed his shades. "Because when Redfield does, Spencer will be furious. He believes the S.T.A.R.S. are crushed. I need to make sure that I influence him to do something rash, something that will cause the S.T.A.R.S. to attack Spencer himself. This little game is about to come to an end. Goodbye Nicholai."
"Goodbye Wesker." Nicholai left the lab. He reached the elevator and hit the call button. 'Wesker, I fear what you are going to do. This better not back-fire on us.' The doors opened and Nicholai entered the elevator. He pushed the button for the ground floor and stared blankly ahead as the elevator doors closed.
Author's Comments: Faith indeed. Peterson may be more correct than he knows. The situation does sound like the end times, doesn't it? There is no doubt the Umbrella is the ultimate evil. And there is no doubt that the S.T.A.R.S. are the only ones how can stop that evil. Unfortunately, the clock is quickly ticking away. The time of judgment is closing fast. The road to war is winding down as anarchy draws near. And what about the weapons? I took the Mine Thrower from RE 3 and the other weapons I took from other video and computer games that I own. (If you can guess which guns came from which games, then you are a video game nut.) I of coarse gave them military names, complete with serial number. Look for them in later chapters. Plus, Wesker scheme is about to be played out. What will he make Spencer do that will bring on the full fury of the S.T.A.R.S.? Guess you'll have to read and find out. By the way, it is against U.S. policy to use white phosphorus as a weapon.
In the next installment of this story,
the S.T.A.R.S. strike back. Chris has a special target in mind. Find out what
it is and how the S.T.A.R.S. will destroy it. The action picks up in RE
Armageddon: Part V, Chapter 7- Surgical Strike.