Written by: Striker
Spencer stared at the
large monitors fixed into the wall of his office. The sight was unlike anything
he had seen. Various jeeps, trucks, and vans surrounded the building. Soldiers
hid behind barricades made of steel and sandbags. Helicopters flew around the
tower, shining stoplights at the floors. Floodlights illuminated the parameter
of the building, revealing the location of the Umbrella guards. It had been
several hours since the French military had surrounded the building. Spencer
wasn't surprised. It was only a matter of time before the governments of Europe
found out about the T-virus. "They won't dare attack." He snarled. "They don't
have the guts."
"Really sir? Whatever made you think of that?"
Spencer looked towards the door to see Wesker standing there. "Because they know that I have missiles that can turn any city in France into a graveyard. They're just trying to intimidate me. Well it won't work."
'Fool,' Wesker thought to himself, 'he doesn't have a fucking clue.' "Maybe this is part of a bigger plan. Maybe this is a distraction."
"Distraction?" Spencer asked. "Tell me Wesker, what would this be a distraction for?"
"An assault." Wesker replied. "I'll bet anything this is a scheme cooked up by Redfield. He wants to catch us off guard."
"Ridiculous." Spencer gaffed. "He wouldn't risk it."
Wesker shook his head. "Oh, he would. If he would drop a nuke on the Antarctic base just to make sure the T-Veronica virus was destroyed, how far would he go to eliminate you? Believe me, he and his friends don't give up. They continue to fight, even if their goal seems impossible to achieve. They are coming, trust me on this."
"Then we'll just wait." Spencer turned back to the monitors. "And if they do attack as you so do believe, it will be the last thing they do."
The jet landed on the runway with a slight bump. In no time it had pulled up to an off-loading ramp. The door opened and the S.T.A.R.S. members exited the plane. Other jets landed, their occupants unloading. The air was chilly, making many of the people shiver. Peterson scanned the airfield before spotting a man walking towards them. Peterson recognized him as their contact. When the man got to Peterson, he saluted.
"Major Pierre Marcs, French Army. I was told to meet you here and brief you on the situation."
"Go on." Peterson said.
Marcs continued. "We have the building surrounded. So far Umbrella has not responded. They have however stationed a number of men around the building. As soon as we deployed, he sent out all the civilian workers. Only armed guards are left. All attempts of communication have met with failure."
"No doubt Spencer is in a talking mood." Peterson said. "Sergeant, when will the equipment get here?"
Monroe checked his watch. "About a half hour, Sir."
"We have weapons if you need them." Marcs said.
"No thanks." Peterson replied. "We have our own guns coming. What you can do is lead us to the operation zone. It'll be helpful if we knew the situation before we go in."
"Certainly." Marcs spoke into his radio. "Bring the trucks. The Americans have arrived." In a few minutes several military trucks pulled up. The solders climbed into the back. Soon they were on their way to the Umbrella HQ. As the convoy pulled into the combat area Marcs tapped Peterson on the shoulder. "Your equipment will be sent here as soon as it arrives."
Peterson nodded. He then turned to Chris. "Redfield, when we get off, sent some scouts to see if there's any possible way to get in."
"Yes Sir, but I doubt we'll find one." Chris curled his right hand into a tight fist, listening to the leather of his glove groaned. This was it; there was no turning back.
The S.T.A.R.S. were positioned behind a barricade fifty feet from the front entrance. It had been a few minutes since Kelly and Ark had left. Max drummed nervously on the metal. James walked up to him. Max turned and mustered a smile. "Hey Jim."
James knew what Max was feeling. "Worried about Kelly?"
"Yea, I should have gone with her." Max replied.
"Kelly's a trained scout. She knows what to do if she gets into trouble. I'm sure those bastards don't even know she's there." James looked over at Eliza. "Eliza's probably worried about Ark."
"Maybe you should go talk to her." Max said.
"I already did." James replied. "Just have faith."
Max nodded and resumed drumming. Meanwhile Peterson was busy talking to Marcs. The rest were silently waiting for the news. Soon Monroe came running up to Chris.
"Our stuff is here." He announced. "All we have to do is lock and load."
"One problem." Chris said. "We still have to figure out how to get in. From the looks of things, that may be the hardest part. Hopefully Ark and Kelly will have some good news."
Just then Ark and Kelly came running towards the group.
"Well speak of the devil." Barry said. "You better have some good news."
"Sorry man." Ark replied. "This place is lock down tighter than Fort Knox. Spencer has every door covered by at least five men."
"Plus there are cameras everywhere." Kelly added. "Even the sewers are covered. We also saw a lot of light coming from the roof. We can't get in from the sky."
"How'd you manage to get in?" Jeff asked Claire.
"I snuck in through the loading docks." Claire answered. "Then I used the ventilation ducts to move around. I only got caught because I tried to log on to their computer network."
"Then how the hell are we gonna get in there?" Carlos asked.
Chris looked around the area before something caught his eye. "How about the front door?"
"Excuse me?" Jill asked. "The front door? Have you lost your mind? That's suicide."
"Yea," Barry added, "that's the last thing we should do."
"I'm serious." Chris said. "Ark and Kelly said that all the other doors are heavily guarded. That's because Spencer expects use to try to sneak in. From what I've seen, the main entrance doesn't have that many guards. That's because he doesn't expect a frontal assault."
"He's right." Kelly said. "Spencer doesn't have that entrance guarded well. There should be twice as many guards watching that door."
"Then how do we get?" James asked.
"Simple." Chris pointed to one of the police vans, a smirk ion his face. "Anyone got some C4?"
Davidson leaned against the wall and cursed his luck. Ever since he had returned from Atlanta Spencer had put his men on guard duty. He was currently guarding the main entrance. The room was huge, with two sets of glass doors, a large desk set on either side of the doors, and a waiting area with chairs and tables. Two pillars were built between the desks for decoration. Beyond that several elevators lined both sides of a short wall. "Of all the places I could be I have to be here." Suddenly he heard shouting from outside. "What the fuck? SHIT!" He saw what all the commotion was about. A police van was barreling down towards the doors. The guards scattered as the van crashed trough the glass doors, coming to a halt as it smashed into the right-hand pillar. "HOLY SHIT!" Davidson started barking orders. "Cover that van. If anyone is inside, shoot them. MOVE!" The men cautiously approached the van. One of the solders opened the back door. His eye widened when he saw what was inside.
"Boom." Chris pushed the detonator. He watched as the van exploded, the shockwaves shattering windows and whipping up dust. Chris turned to his group. "Let's go. Time for a little payback."
Spencer clung to his desk. The past few seconds were a blur. One minute he was watching the monitors, then next minute he saw a van crash into the main entrance, then the whole building shook violently. "What the hell was that?"
"That," Wesker said, picking himself up off the ground, "was an explosion. That means only one thing. We are under attack. You must launch the missiles. You must make them pay."
"No." Spencer said, a maniacal grin on his face. "I don't need to. You see, those fools are on MY territory. This is one place they won't escape from. Wesker, I want you to go down to the main lab a release the bio-weapons. I also want you to sent the Nemesis II up here. I need it to protect me. Go now."
"But sir, you can't stay here. You have to leave." Wesker said, pretending to be concerned.
"Nonsense." Spencer spat. "I intend to stay here and make sure my enemies die tonight. You have your orders."
Wesker approached Spencer's desk. "Then you must give me the launch codes. That way, if you do fall Umbrella can avenge your death. Give me the codes now."
Spencer pulled open one of the drawers and pulled out a piece of paper with numbers written on it. "For the glory of Umbrella, I entrust these to you. But don't worry, I'll see you again."
Wesker took the paper. "Of coarse you will sir." He then turned and left the room. When he closed the door, he grinned evilly. "In hell asshole." He quickly made his way to a waiting elevator. Nicholai was waiting impatiently for him.
"Did you get them?" Nicholai asked.
"Oh yes I did." Wesker held up the codes. "Now all the power is in our hands. Tell me Nicholai, have you always wanted to run Russia?"
Nicholai laughed. "Already you're thinking about taking over the world. What about Redfield and the others?"
"We'll let the B.O.W.s take care of those pests. And in case you're wondering, I plan to have my little Tyrant take out Spencer, that is if those cursed S.T.A.R.S. don't do him in first." Wesker hit the button for B1. "We have a little work to do. Time to leave Chris and his friends some parting gifts."
"COME ON, LET'S MOVE IT!" Monroe shouted. Solders quickly poured through the doors, M16s ready. Soon Umbrella guards came running from the halls shoot at the invaders. The solders returned fire, using the desks, pillars, and the van as cover. Bullets whizzed trough the air, chipping plaster off the walls and pillars. Smoke from the explosion clouded the room, making it hard to see. The noise was deafening as people shouted orders over the roar of the guns.
Jess and Jeff dove behind the right-hand desk, nearly getting shot. "LOOKS LIKE THE WELCOMING COMMITTEE JUST SHOWED UP!" Jess yell above the noise.
"LOOKS LIKE THEY AREN'T HAPPY TO SEE US!" Jeff replied. "I THINK IT'S BECAUSE WE FUCKED UP THEIR DOORS!" Jeff popped up and fired a few rounds, taking out one of Umbrella's men.
On the other side Chris and Stan made their way in. "SHIT MAN, THIS IS NUTS!" Stan yelled.
"JUST WATCH YOURSELF!" Chris replied. "TRY TO GET TO SOME COVER!" Just then a bullet struck Stan in his left leg. "SHIT!" Chris grabbed Stan and pulled him over to the Left-hand desk. "You OK." He asked.
"Aw FUCK!" Stan replied. "This really sucks. First one leg, and now the other. I tell ya, I have must have the worst luck in the world."
Chris clamped his hand over Stan's wound. "Just stay still." Chris turned to the door and saw Jill and Rebecca enter. "BECKY, GET OVER HERE NOW!"
Rebecca nodded as she and Jill took cover behind the van. "I'LL COVER YOU!" Jill shouted. Both women ran towards the desk, Jill laying down cover fire. They dived behind the desk, just dodging a hail of bullets.
Rebecca caught her breath and looked at Stan's leg. "Looks like the bullet hit the bone. All I can do is bandage it up."
"Will I make it?" Stan asked.
"Not if you don't stop your whining." Chris said. He then turned to Jill. "Having fun yet?"
"Tons." Jill said sarcastically. "I'll tell you this much, Spencer must really be flipping out. I just hope he doesn't fire any more missiles."
"Me too Jill" Chris replied. "Me too."
The scene outside was just as chaotic. Firefights had broken out all around the building. Vehicles exploded as they were riddled with bullets or hit with grenades. Men on both sides fell as the air was filled with gunfire. Peterson and Marcs had taken cover behind the front lines. Even then stray bullets pinged the barricade they were hiding behind. "This is like World War III." Marcs said, stunned at the situation. "I thought this was going to be a simple operation."
"Nothing is simple." Peterson replied. "All we have to do is hold out. As long as we keep pushing, they'll break."
Suddenly, a rocket shot from one of the upper floor window destroying a military truck. Several more rockets followed this.
"Dammit." Peterson looked up, trying to spot the shooters. "This is all we need."
"Don't worry." Marcs said. "My men can handle the situation." He pointed to a squad of solders with PSG1s. They took aim and fired. The bullets hit their mark, taking out several of the Umbrella troops. The others were taken down by fire from a gunship.
"I'm impressed." Peterson said. "Now to check on what's going on inside." He pulled out his radio. "Sergeant, what's your situation?"
Monroe grabbed his radio and answered. "NOT GOOD SIR. WE HAVE HEAVY RESISTANCE. THEY'RE NOT LETTING US IN!" He was currently hiding behind one of the pillars. He looked over to see three men go down. "WE HAVE CASUALTIES, BOTH DEAD AND WOUNDED!"
"Keep it up." Peterson replied. "We're getting hit just as hard out here. They're going to have to retreat soon."
Monroe poked his head around the pillar. He pulled back to avoid getting his head shot off. "I HOPE YOU'RE RIGHT SIR!"
Davidson watched as his men dropped like flies. "SMITH, MERRING, BILLS, COME WITH ME! EVERYONE ELSE PULL BACK NOW!" With that, the Umbrella guards retreated down the hallways. "We'll have to slip them up. Let's move."
Monroe watched the Umbrella troops retreat. "Alright people, secure this floor. Simmons, Thompson, get over here."
Carl and Ark made their way over to Monroe. "I know, we have to find a computer." Carl said. "We'll need some protection."
James turned to Jeff and Jess. "You two, watch their ass."
"Yes sir." Jeff said. "Shall we get going?"
Monroe nodded. "Let's move. We have them on the run. Let's keep it that way." The solders started to move into the halls in pursuit of the enemy. Other troops began to set up security around the entranceway. Monroe walked over to where Chris, Stan, and the rest of the S.T.A.R.S. were. "How is he?"
"He'll be fine." Rebecca said. "He'll just have to stay put until we can get him out of here."
"As soon as we're set up here I'll have someone move him." Monroe motioned towards the doors. "We'll begin bringing our equipment in here soon. For now I want you to help secure this level."
"Right." Chris got up and began issuing orders. "James, you got Ada, Rick, and Janet. Barry, you got Carlos and Eliza. Rebecca, stay here with Max and Kelly. They can help you get Stan out of here. Jill, Claire, Leon, you're with me."
Stan tugged on Chris' leg. "Hey man, give them hell for me."
Chris patted his friend on the shoulder. "I will. Move it out."
Monroe got out his radio and spoke into it. "Major, we have secured the main entrance. We'll be sending out the injured soon."
Peterson was relieved to here the good news. "Good job Sergeant. Things are quieting down out here. The supplies will be sent in ASAP."
"Acknowledged. I've already sent some men to round up the rest of the enemy. I've also sent Simmons and Thompson for locate the information we need. I'll report back when the floor is secure. Over and out." Monroe switched off the radio and turned to his troops. "Let's go. The sooner we get this over with the better."
"Here we are." Carl pointed to a door that read "Computer Lab 14". He tried to open the door, but it was locked. "Looks like we have to override the lock."
"I'll override it." Jess said. He walked up to the door and leaned against it. He then reared back and threw all his weight at the door. The wood around the lock splintered and broke. "There you go."
"I knew your fat ass would come in handy someday." Jeff said.
"Up yours." Jess replied. "I am all muscle."
"Whatever you say." Ark entered the door and sat down at the consol. "Time to get to work. You guys just watch the door. If anyone tries to get in who's not on our side, shoot them."
Jeff saluted. "Yes sir." Both he and Jess began to keep watch as Carl and Ark got to work.
The two men quickly passed through the security until they got to what they wanted. "Oh no." Carl groaned as he stared at a blank screen. "Spencer must have deleted the files."
"Now we won't be able to find the location of all those missile bases." Ark added.
"Maybe they're someplace else." Carl began searching the network. Soon he came to Spencer's private files. "Ten bucks says the list is in here." Carl cracked through the firewalls and found the file. "Bingo."
"You are the master." Ark said. "Let's get this back to Monroe." Carl quickly downloaded the list to a floppy and the group left the room.
Chris' group made their way down the hall. They had split up from Barry's group a few minutes earlier. So far they had encountered only a few enemies. As they rounded a corner they spotted someone duck into a room.
"Hey, I think I've seen that guy before." Leon said.
"Should we follow?" Claire asked.
"We better." Chris replied. "He may be going to alert some other guards. Stay sharp." The team entered a large office. As soon as they entered they were under fire. "Damn." Chris growled as he and Jill ducked behind a desk. Claire and Leon followed suit.
"I got you now." A familiar voice called out. "This time my men have the element of surprise."
"Can't be." Jill said. She looked up to see Davidson and his men pointing guns at her head. She dropped back down to avoid getting shot. "It's the guy we beat up in that bathroom."
"Looks like round two." Leon said.
"You're not getting out of here this time." Davidson sneered. "My men will gun you down."
"Then let's do this." Chris readied his rifle and sprang up. The others followed and began to shoot. Davidson's men opened fire, spraying the room with bullets. The slugs ripped through the desks, blowing apart computers and causing papers to fly.
"Merring, Bills, stay here. Smith, come with me." Davidson and Smith bolted for a side door, leaving Merring and Bills behind.
"We got to follow them." Jill said. She sprinted towards the door in pursuit.
"JILL!" Chris tried to grab her, but failed. "Take care of those two. I'm going after Jill."
"Right." Claire fired a few rounds, providing cover for her brother. When he was out the door, she turned to Leon. "Ready?"
"You bet." Leon pulled out his Berretta and rushed forward, pumping out a few rounds. Claire bolted across the room firing her Berretta. Bills matched Claire's move and Merring exchanged fire with Leon. Leon dived behind a desk, avoiding several bullets. Meanwhile Claire and Bills had dropped behind some other desks to reload. Merring reloaded his pistol and approached the place where Leon had dove. He got to the spot to find Leon missing.
"What the hell?" Merring said to himself. He checked the space to the left. That was vacant. He suddenly heard a noise coming from the spot he had come from. He rushed back to find nothing. "Where the hell did he go?"
"I'm right here." Leon rolled out from under the desk, his head at Merring's feet. Before his enemy could react, Leon pumped several rounds into Merring's chest and throat. Merring feel back, dead. "You wanted to know." Leon said.
Claire steadied herself before popping up from her position. She was met by fire from Bills. "Here goes nothing." Claire dove over the desk, firing as she did, and landing on the other side. Bills did the same thing, closing the gap between them. They repeated the action, firing each time. Claire checked her clip. She only had three bullets left. She dove over the desk one more time, only to come face to face with Bills, his gun aimed at her chest. He smiled as he pulled the trigger. "CLICK!" His smile turned to a look of terror. Claire winked at his before emptying her remaining clip into him. Bills fell dead and Claire got up.
"You OK?" Leon asked.
Claire smiled weakly and shakily walked towards him. She then fell into his arms. "That was too damn close." She said, her voice trembling.
"It's over now." Leon said softly. "Just promise me you wont do something that stupid again."
Chris and Jill made there way down the hall. "I knew those two came down this way." Jill said.
"Maybe you shouldn't have rushed out here." Chris said. "This could be a trap."
Jill gave Chris a funny look. "Chris, I was a Delta. I could smell a trap a mile away." No sooner had Jill said that that Davidson burst through a door and tackled her. Chris went to help but Smith ran out another door and drove Chris into the opposite wall.
"Now," Davidson spat, "I'm gonna pay you back for breaking my nose." He grabbed Jill by the hair and picked her up. He then gave her a left cross to the face, a right to the gut, and finished with a right hook to her jaw. Jill staggered to the wall, trying to regain her balance. Davidson gave her two lefts to her stomach, causing her knees to buckle.
In the meantime, Smith was ramming his left knee into Chris' midsection. He then took his pistol and prepared to whip Chris with it. Chris quickly knocked the gun out of Smith's hand. The gun skidded across the floor before coming to a stop a few feet from the men. Chris then blasted Smith with a right hook to the face. Smith reeled back, giving Chris an opportunity to go for the gun. Chris bolted, but Smith grabbed his waist and brought him down. The two men began to scramble for the gun, which was just out of Chris' reach. Smith put all his weight on Chris and began to make his way up. Chris stretched his right arm out and waited until Smith was almost neck-and-neck with him. Chris then rocketed his arm back, plowing his elbow into Smiths forehead. Smith was stunned long enough for Chris to grab the gun. He spun around and fired, hitting Smith between the eyes. Chris dropped the gun and let out a sigh of relief.
Davidson stood over Jill as she started to get up. "It seems you aren't so tough after all." He gloated.
"Don't be too sure." Jill growled. In a split-second Jill shot her fist into Davidson's groin. Davidson doubled over, holding his crotch. Jill shot up with an uppercut that knocked him back. She delivered a quick kick to his left knee, breaking it. Davidson fell to his knees in pain. Jill then got behind him and wrapped her arms around his head. "That's two things of yours I broke. Time for one more." Jill said before violently snapped his neck.
Chris walked over to Jill as she let go of Davidson's body. "You have to show that sometime."
Jill looked at him. "Why don't we go check on Leon and your sister?"
Chris put his hands in front of him. "Whatever you say." Chris let Jill walk past him. He took one last look at Davidson's body before leaving.
Monroe watched as several solders put down six large boxes. "Time to test these babies out. All we have to do is wait for Chris and his friends."
"Speaking of which," Barry said, "what's taking them so long?"
"They probably ran into some trouble, like we did." Carlos replied.
"I'm sure they're fine." James said. "Speak of the devil." Everyone turned to see Chris' party approaching. "What happened to you Jill?" He asked, noticing the burse next to her right eye.
"Got in a little fight." She replied. "Nothing big."
"Well if the pleasantries are over, we better get ready." Monroe said. "We have to take out the labs. The weapons are here so take what you want. First come, first serve." The team began raiding the boxes, not knowing what they were going to run into in the labs below.
Wesker stood before the Nemesis II, giving it its final orders. "After you kill the S.T.A.R.S. take out Spencer. Do you understand?" The creature nodded. "Good. Time to go." Wesker hit the elevator button. The doors closed and the elevator began to climb to the top floor.
"You sure that Tyrant will kill Spencer?" Nicholai asked.
"Of coarse." Wesker replied. "That Tyrant is programmed not to disobey me. By the time that fool Spencer realizes I set him up, it'll be too late. Now come, we have work to do. If I'm right, the S.T.A.R.S. will come to this floor. We must welcome them." Wesker and Nicholai began towards the lab to release the B.O.W.s. "This is going to be fun."
Author's Comments: What an entrance. The assault begins. The one moment this whole story was building up to is now taking place. But this battle is far from over. The team still has to go to the basement labs and clear those out. They also have to deal with the Nemesis II. Plus Wesker and Nicholai are still in the building. Looks like things are setting up for a major battle.
The shit hits the fan in the next chapter. The assault on the labs begins. Sure there are tons of nasty creatures running down there, but the S.T.A.R.S. have some pumped-up weapons. They'll need them cause the S.T.A.R.S. will have to face Wesker and Nicholai. And don't forget the Nemesis II. It's double trouble in RE Armageddon: Part VI, Chapter 3- Rematch.