Disclaimer: Resident Evil-Capcom. Story-me. Nuff said. Prepare thyself, for the Apocalypse is upon us all.
Written by: Striker
Wesker briskly walked down the hall. Though it was after eight, he was feeling pretty good. At around one-thirty in the, the S.T.A.R.S. had destroyed a large B.O.W. storage building in West Virginia. It was expected that over four hundred units were lost, including the facility itself. Plus, several samples of T and G-virus were destroyed in the blast. This was the situation Wesker had waited for. No doubt Spencer would be well beyond pissed. He turned the corner to find Nicholai standing in front of Spencer's office.
"I take it you heard the news." Nicholai said.
"Why yes it did." Wesker replied. "I didn't know Redfield had the balls to attack a facility like that."
Nicholai motioned towards Spencer's office. "Spencer found out a short while ago. He called me up here. He also wanted to see you. However, I don't think we should go in yet."
"Why?" Wesker's question was answered by the sound in
something shattering in within the office. "Oh. I see he isn't taking this
well."
"That would be an understatement." Nicholai said gravely. "Ever since I got arrived, he's been tearing up his office. I'm not sure if I should even go in."
Wesker raised an eyebrow. "And what about me?"
"What should you have to worry about?" Nicholai replied. "You're supposed to be invincible."
"In that case," Wesker said, "I should be fine." Wesker opened the door and walked in. As soon as he closed the door he caught something flying towards him. He ducked as a glass paperweight hit the door where his head was, shattering into a million pieces. "Or maybe not."
Spencer was standing at his desk, breathing heavily. His eyes were wild and his teeth clenched. "Wesker, get over here." He growled.
Wesker slowly approached the desk, his eyes locked on Spencer's hands. "What is it?"
"What do you think?" Spencer's voice was low and harsh. Wesker had heard that tone before. He had heard Chris use that tone in both the Spencer Mansion and in Antarctica. "I just learned that over a half hour ago one of our largest reserves of bio-weapons was blown off the map."
"A tragic loss." Wesker said. "But from what I heard, they were weak bio-weapons. They couldn't hold a torch to our new creations."
"Those S.T.A.R.S. also captured almost all of the employees at that plant. We also believe that the S.T.A.R.S. may have stolen all the information that was in the computers as well as the viruses that were being stored there. In other words, THIS IS NOT A TRAGIC LOSS, THIS IS A CATASTROPHE!"
Wesker walked around the desk and stood next to Spencer. "Sir, I suggest that you sit down. You'll give yourself a heart attack."
"What are we going to do?" Spencer buried his face in his hands. "We're ruined. It the things they took are used as evidence Umbrella, the company my Grandfather created, will be destroyed. How could things come to this? Just when victory was in sight, this happens."
"The S.T.A.R.S. are resilient." Wesker said, placing a hand on Spencer's shoulder. "Like cockroaches, just when you think you've crushed them they return in larger numbers."
"Where is Nicholai?" Spencer asked. "I wanted him in here twenty minutes ago."
The door opened and Nicholai sheepishly entered. "What do you want Sir?"
"I want you to mobilize a large strike force." Spencer began. "I want you to attack the S.T.A.R.S. base and kill them all. Then I want you to bring what is left back here for experimentation. I want you to be merciless. Make them suffer for what they've done. Do you understand?"
"Sir, what you're saying is suicide." Nicholai said. "The S.T.A.R.S. are at a military base. If we attack, we'll be facing an army. Not only that, but the base in near D.C. There is a Navy base, Air Force base, and another Army base in the D.C. area. My men will be surrounded and captured. I've lost too many men already. And if we use B.O.W.s, they will be lost as well."
"He's right Sir." Wesker added. "It would be a foolish idea. An attack on the S.T.A.R.S. would bring them to your doorstep. They would attack this building looking for revenge. Plus, the U.S. military won't take an attack on one of their bases, let alone one near the nation's capital, lying down. They will attack too. In fact, I believe the S.T.A.R.S. are waiting for you to do something like this. They know they can puss you. Attacking them would be like inviting them to come here."
"Then what do you suggest." Spencer spat. "Even if you are both right, it doesn't matter. I'm finished for sure. The viruses they took could be my deathblow alone. It seems like everything is against me. First, the S.T.A.R.S. get back together when they could have been eliminated so easily when they were separated. Then, Hunk's team decided to join them. Next, they manage to flee before they could be destroyed. After that, just when they were going to die, the military intervenes and helps those pests. Finally, they survived your little trap and have now caused the most damage to MY company since Raccoon City. It's like they have a guardian angel saving their asses every time we strike at them. No matter what I do, I'm done for."
"Not quite Sir." Wesker said. "You have one option. You can send the S.T.A.R.S. a message. Make it clear that Umbrella won't tolerate these acts of violence. At the same time, you can make your true power known. No one will want to touch you."
Spencer eyed Wesker suspiciously. "What do you have in mind?"
Wesker responded swiftly. "We launch one of your missiles"
Spencer smiled wickedly. "Yes, We can launch a missile at D.C. and wipe the S.T.A.R.S. out."
"No." Wesker said. "If we hit D.C. that will be like declaring war on the U.S. We need to pick a more suitable target. One that will send a message to everyone but won't put us at risk."
Nicholai listened to Wesker's speech. 'The man is manipulating Spencer. He knows full well that if Spencer launches any missiles at all, the S.T.A.R.S. will respond. This is what he wanted.' Nicholai now knew Wesker's plan. Get Spencer to launch a missile. That will bring in the S.T.A.R.S. and the U.S. military. The S.T.A.R.S. will kill Spencer, but Wesker will survive. What he would get control of the missiles was still a mystery. He would probably talk Spencer into giving control to him. The only question was if Spencer was stupid enough to buy this bullshit.
"What target do you suggest?" Spencer asked."
'Guess he is that stupid.' Nicholai thought.
"Stofield." Wesker replied. "It's a small town in New York State. The population is around 5,000, but more importantly there is a military base nearby. The name of it is Fort Mercer. We hit that base we be sending a message to the S.T.A.R.S. and the military as well. Both of them will know that if they mess with you they will pay."
"Very well." Spencer picked up his phone and dialed a number. "Get me the missile base near Winchester, Kentucky. Yes, I want you to launch one of your missiles at Stofield, New York. I know what I want you to do. DO IT! Good." Spencer hung up the phone and sat back in his chair. "This will be good."
"Yes it will." Wesker smiled a devilish smile.
Nicholai closed his eyes and took a deep breath. 'God help us all.'
At the missile base, two men sat at a large computer terminal. A large screen set above the controls was focused on New York. A small blinking dot marked Stofield. One of the men set the coordinates.
"Coordinates set." The man said.
"Good." Came the reply from the other man. "Missile away."
A missile shot from an underground silo are streaked across the sky. Its target, Stofield.
Major Stuart Penworth opened the window to his office. It was an unusually, but well enjoyed, warm spell. It had hardly snowed all January. Penworth took in a deep breath. "Soon February will be here. I just wonder what Punxsutawney Phil will say about winter." He looked into the clear sky. Then he saw something strange, an object growing bigger and bigger. "Don't tell me that's a UFO." As the object drew near, he recognized what it was. "OH MY GOD, A MISSILE!" He watched in horror as the missile flew close to the ground and exploded over Stofield.
Author's Comments: Short and sweat. Wesker's plan has been set into motion and Spencer has made what may be his fatal mistake. Now the countdown to the end is irreversible. It can't be stopped or turned back. The last pieces are falling into place as the final battle looms on the horizon. Only two chapters remain. Only two chapters until all hell breaks loose. Before I end this chapter, one last thing. Stofield and Fort Mercer I made up. Also, how about the mentioning of Punxsutawney Phil? Too bad the people of Stofield won't find out how long winter will last.
A victory celebration and a stunning breakthrough await the team, but so does some ominous news. What will be revealed in the next chapter will change everything, and set the stage for war. Discover was they are in RE Armageddon: Part V, Chapter 9- Good News, Bad News.