Last Escape
Chapter 1: Raccoon City
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places in this story, Capcom and Eidos do. So please don't sue me...not like they'd get much anyways, so just don't do it!
Lara Croft entered the offices of Umbrella Inc, the jewel she had been hired to retrieve encased in a small travel bag. She headed up to the very last floor, where she was immediately rushed into Dracksen's office. She found his sitting at his desk, his back turned to her as he looked out the window, which gave him a stunning view of the Arclay Mountains. She was about to speak up when he suddenly turned to her, "Ah..Lady Croft. It's so nice to see you once again. I presume you have found what I asked?"
She handed his assistant the travel bag, "Yes, of course. Now, if you'll pay me, I'll gladly be on my way. I would like to do a little sight seeing before I leave."
He nodded to his assistant. "Nigel, make out a check for $200, 000.00 to Ms. Croft."
"Yes, sir." His assistant pulled out a checkbook and started making the check out.
Dracksen smiled at Lara. "I hope you enjoy your stay in Raccoon City, it's a real quiet town, so you shouldn't have any problems."
Her check was handed to her and she nodded to Dracksen one last time, then proceeded to leave the building.
Dracksen looked back out the window, then finally spoke to Nigel. "Nigel, head downtown to the laboratory and give them the jewel. Tell them I said to begin work immediately on Project 17-A. I want him completed before midnight tonight. Oh...and tell them to unleash the virus immediately, we're going to need a distraction to keep those meddling S.T.A.R.S. from finding our new toy before he is even complete."
"Yes Mr. Dracksen." Nigel turned to leave, and was halted when he heard Dracksen speak again, "Wait..even better, tell them to release our Nemesis and the Tyrant as well, let them have a chance to play with S.T.A.R.S. also."
"Yes, sir." Nigel finally headed out the door, going down to the underground level that contained the shuttle car that lead to the Umbrella Laboratory. While onboard, he pulled out his cellphone, and dialed the number of S.T.A.R.S member Jill Valentine.
Jill and Rebecca were just about to leave the R.P.D. for the day when Jill's cellphone rang. She reached inside the pocket of her leather jacket, and pulled it out. "Hello?"
"Ms. Valentine, it's Nigel."
"Hold on a second, please." She quickly motioned to Rebecca and mouthed, "Nigel."
She nodded, and walked back over to where Jill was standing. "Okay, go ahead Nigel. What have you got for me?"
"Dracksen's planning on releasing the virus on the city in about an hour. I know telling you this won't help any, but there's something else you must know, if you want to survive.", he paused, "He's releasing some monster that is..programmed or something..to go directly after S.T.A.R.S. members."
She sighed, one hour wasn't nearly enough time to evacuate, or even prepare for the attack. It seemed as though it was going to be a everyone-for-themselves type of situation. "Thank you Nigel, I appreciate you warning us."
"Good luck to you, Ms. Valentine. I wish the best for all of you, although I know it is probably pointless."
With that, he hung up the phone just as he arrived at the Umbrella Laboratory. He walked along countless numbers of hallways, until he came to the room he was looking for. He pulled a red keycard from the inside pocket of his suit, and swiped it in the card reader that was to the left of the door, and punched in his six-digit access code. The doors hissed and opened to reveal atleast a dozen scientists gathered around computers, microscopes, analysis sheets, and other things he pretty much knew absolutely nothing about. He found Dr. Lloyd huddled over his latest creation, a monster of some sort that had superior intelligence over any of the other monstrosities. It was called Omega Hunter, it though, remembered, even held grudges against, of course, all S.T.A.R.S. members, and to cut down on the loss of U.B.C.S. members, it was programmed to spare anyone who was an employee of Umbrella. It's strength was superior to that of Nemesis and Tyrant.
Nigel walked up to Lloyd and cleared his throat rather loudly, making Lloyd jump in surprise. "Geez, man! You trying to scare me shitless or something?"
Lloyd,although a brilliant scientist, was only 27 years old, and apparently still immature. Nigel disliked him for that reason, he never took anything seriously. "The thought has crossed my mind a couple of times."
"...Whatever. What do you want?"
He took out the jewel and handed it to Lloyd. "Dracksen wasn't Omega ready by midnight, and in one hour you are to release the virus, along with Nemesis and Tyrant."
"Jeez, that guy is one major pain in the ass. Tell him it'll be done." He went to work on releasing the virus into Raccoon's water supply, then he went over and started processing the jewel in a chemical, so he could insert it into Omega's bloodstream.
Approxamately one hour later, Lara Croft was walking down the street to the local diner. She had always wondered what so-called "soul food" tasted like. She entered the diner, finding it nearly deserted, except for an old man, who looked like he was terribly ill. She took a seat at the bar counter, the old man greeting her with a warm smile even though he looked like he'd rather be at home in bed. "Hello there, ma'am. What can I get ya?"
"Umm...what's good here? I'm not from here, so I really don't know what I'm ordering."
He noticed her foreign accent and smiled. "Ohh..You're a foreigner? Well, I'll be, we sure don't get too many folks like you around these parts. Welcome to Raccoon City, my name's Glen. I run this restaurant here, and our fried chicken is the best."
She couldn't help but smile at his politeness, "Thank you, sir. I reckon I'll have the fried chicken then."
"Alrighty, coming right up." He went into the kitchen and took some out of the fryer, putting it on a plate with some french fries. He brought it back out and set it out infront of her.
"This looks delicious. Thank you."
"You're welcome. I'll be in the back cleaning up a bit, if you need anything, just holler, ya hear?"
She nodded and smiled, she loved the little country accent some Americans had, it made them seem so, nice and polite. And at times, it could be down-out-right charming she thought.
Claire Redfield sped past the sign that read, "Welcome to Raccoon City!". The engine of her Harley Davidson being the only sound on the highway. Her brown hair flowed behind her, while her blue eye's scanned the road ahead of her. She found the deserted highway a tad spooky, the fact that she hadn't seen another car for the last half hour didn't help any.
She had been searching for her missing brother, Chris Redfield. She came to Raccoon because it was the last known location of Chris, and that was two month's ago. She was hoping Chris was still in the city and alright.
She passed up a gas station with an 18-wheeler starting to pull out onto the road, and was relieved to see a living person again. She had started to think Raccoon City was some sort of ghost town.
Leon S. Kennedy drove along the interstate in his gray Jeep Wrangler, finding the interstate rather strange, since he was the only motorist on their. A small shiver ran down his spine as he passed a tall green sign that said, "Raccoon City exit, 10mi.". He gave a sigh of relief, "Thank god, I'm almost there."
He had been trying to get ahold of his new boss, Police Chief Bryon Irons, for the last two days to tell him he was going to get an early start at his new job with the Raccoon Police Department. Unsuccessful in his attempt to contact Chief Irons, he decided to go on ahead and would talk to him upon his arrival. He had been recruited to the R.P.D. immediately after he graduated from the academy. He was to be report to Sgt. Marvin Branagh to get his assignment. He figured he would most likely be assigned to the SWAT team or something of that sort.
As he turned off on the exit ramp to Raccoon City, he couldn't help but get a bad feeling about the place, it was just too quiet and spooky, almost as if it was some sort of ghost town right out of one of those stupid zombie movies.
Chapter 1: Raccoon City
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters or places in this story, Capcom and Eidos do. So please don't sue me...not like they'd get much anyways, so just don't do it!
Lara Croft entered the offices of Umbrella Inc, the jewel she had been hired to retrieve encased in a small travel bag. She headed up to the very last floor, where she was immediately rushed into Dracksen's office. She found his sitting at his desk, his back turned to her as he looked out the window, which gave him a stunning view of the Arclay Mountains. She was about to speak up when he suddenly turned to her, "Ah..Lady Croft. It's so nice to see you once again. I presume you have found what I asked?"
She handed his assistant the travel bag, "Yes, of course. Now, if you'll pay me, I'll gladly be on my way. I would like to do a little sight seeing before I leave."
He nodded to his assistant. "Nigel, make out a check for $200, 000.00 to Ms. Croft."
"Yes, sir." His assistant pulled out a checkbook and started making the check out.
Dracksen smiled at Lara. "I hope you enjoy your stay in Raccoon City, it's a real quiet town, so you shouldn't have any problems."
Her check was handed to her and she nodded to Dracksen one last time, then proceeded to leave the building.
Dracksen looked back out the window, then finally spoke to Nigel. "Nigel, head downtown to the laboratory and give them the jewel. Tell them I said to begin work immediately on Project 17-A. I want him completed before midnight tonight. Oh...and tell them to unleash the virus immediately, we're going to need a distraction to keep those meddling S.T.A.R.S. from finding our new toy before he is even complete."
"Yes Mr. Dracksen." Nigel turned to leave, and was halted when he heard Dracksen speak again, "Wait..even better, tell them to release our Nemesis and the Tyrant as well, let them have a chance to play with S.T.A.R.S. also."
"Yes, sir." Nigel finally headed out the door, going down to the underground level that contained the shuttle car that lead to the Umbrella Laboratory. While onboard, he pulled out his cellphone, and dialed the number of S.T.A.R.S member Jill Valentine.
Jill and Rebecca were just about to leave the R.P.D. for the day when Jill's cellphone rang. She reached inside the pocket of her leather jacket, and pulled it out. "Hello?"
"Ms. Valentine, it's Nigel."
"Hold on a second, please." She quickly motioned to Rebecca and mouthed, "Nigel."
She nodded, and walked back over to where Jill was standing. "Okay, go ahead Nigel. What have you got for me?"
"Dracksen's planning on releasing the virus on the city in about an hour. I know telling you this won't help any, but there's something else you must know, if you want to survive.", he paused, "He's releasing some monster that is..programmed or something..to go directly after S.T.A.R.S. members."
She sighed, one hour wasn't nearly enough time to evacuate, or even prepare for the attack. It seemed as though it was going to be a everyone-for-themselves type of situation. "Thank you Nigel, I appreciate you warning us."
"Good luck to you, Ms. Valentine. I wish the best for all of you, although I know it is probably pointless."
With that, he hung up the phone just as he arrived at the Umbrella Laboratory. He walked along countless numbers of hallways, until he came to the room he was looking for. He pulled a red keycard from the inside pocket of his suit, and swiped it in the card reader that was to the left of the door, and punched in his six-digit access code. The doors hissed and opened to reveal atleast a dozen scientists gathered around computers, microscopes, analysis sheets, and other things he pretty much knew absolutely nothing about. He found Dr. Lloyd huddled over his latest creation, a monster of some sort that had superior intelligence over any of the other monstrosities. It was called Omega Hunter, it though, remembered, even held grudges against, of course, all S.T.A.R.S. members, and to cut down on the loss of U.B.C.S. members, it was programmed to spare anyone who was an employee of Umbrella. It's strength was superior to that of Nemesis and Tyrant.
Nigel walked up to Lloyd and cleared his throat rather loudly, making Lloyd jump in surprise. "Geez, man! You trying to scare me shitless or something?"
Lloyd,although a brilliant scientist, was only 27 years old, and apparently still immature. Nigel disliked him for that reason, he never took anything seriously. "The thought has crossed my mind a couple of times."
"...Whatever. What do you want?"
He took out the jewel and handed it to Lloyd. "Dracksen wasn't Omega ready by midnight, and in one hour you are to release the virus, along with Nemesis and Tyrant."
"Jeez, that guy is one major pain in the ass. Tell him it'll be done." He went to work on releasing the virus into Raccoon's water supply, then he went over and started processing the jewel in a chemical, so he could insert it into Omega's bloodstream.
Approxamately one hour later, Lara Croft was walking down the street to the local diner. She had always wondered what so-called "soul food" tasted like. She entered the diner, finding it nearly deserted, except for an old man, who looked like he was terribly ill. She took a seat at the bar counter, the old man greeting her with a warm smile even though he looked like he'd rather be at home in bed. "Hello there, ma'am. What can I get ya?"
"Umm...what's good here? I'm not from here, so I really don't know what I'm ordering."
He noticed her foreign accent and smiled. "Ohh..You're a foreigner? Well, I'll be, we sure don't get too many folks like you around these parts. Welcome to Raccoon City, my name's Glen. I run this restaurant here, and our fried chicken is the best."
She couldn't help but smile at his politeness, "Thank you, sir. I reckon I'll have the fried chicken then."
"Alrighty, coming right up." He went into the kitchen and took some out of the fryer, putting it on a plate with some french fries. He brought it back out and set it out infront of her.
"This looks delicious. Thank you."
"You're welcome. I'll be in the back cleaning up a bit, if you need anything, just holler, ya hear?"
She nodded and smiled, she loved the little country accent some Americans had, it made them seem so, nice and polite. And at times, it could be down-out-right charming she thought.
Claire Redfield sped past the sign that read, "Welcome to Raccoon City!". The engine of her Harley Davidson being the only sound on the highway. Her brown hair flowed behind her, while her blue eye's scanned the road ahead of her. She found the deserted highway a tad spooky, the fact that she hadn't seen another car for the last half hour didn't help any.
She had been searching for her missing brother, Chris Redfield. She came to Raccoon because it was the last known location of Chris, and that was two month's ago. She was hoping Chris was still in the city and alright.
She passed up a gas station with an 18-wheeler starting to pull out onto the road, and was relieved to see a living person again. She had started to think Raccoon City was some sort of ghost town.
Leon S. Kennedy drove along the interstate in his gray Jeep Wrangler, finding the interstate rather strange, since he was the only motorist on their. A small shiver ran down his spine as he passed a tall green sign that said, "Raccoon City exit, 10mi.". He gave a sigh of relief, "Thank god, I'm almost there."
He had been trying to get ahold of his new boss, Police Chief Bryon Irons, for the last two days to tell him he was going to get an early start at his new job with the Raccoon Police Department. Unsuccessful in his attempt to contact Chief Irons, he decided to go on ahead and would talk to him upon his arrival. He had been recruited to the R.P.D. immediately after he graduated from the academy. He was to be report to Sgt. Marvin Branagh to get his assignment. He figured he would most likely be assigned to the SWAT team or something of that sort.
As he turned off on the exit ramp to Raccoon City, he couldn't help but get a bad feeling about the place, it was just too quiet and spooky, almost as if it was some sort of ghost town right out of one of those stupid zombie movies.