Disclaimer: I in no way own Resident Evil. I am just borrowing everything from the series for my story. Got it?
Written by: Striker
You're going to need stitched for that cut." Rebecca said, looking and Chris' arm. "You're lucky he didn't hit anything vital. As for your head wound, I'm amazed you don't have any hemorrhaging." She applied some peroxide, which caused Chris to winch.
"God that stings." Chris said through clenched teeth.
"It'll do more than sting if it gets infected." Rebecca retorted. "Now hold still." She applied some anti-bacterial cream and taped a piece of gauze over the wound. "There, all better."
Chris touched the gauze, wincing at the pain. He then looked at his arm. Rebecca has heavily wrapped it in dressing, which was now red with blood. "By the way Becky, how's that shoulder?"
"It's fine now." Rebecca replied. "I guess Carlos was right. I shouldn't have come on this mission."
"He cares a lot about you, doesn't he?" Chris asked. He had noticed how she and Carlos had bonded.
Rebecca's checks reddened. "Yeah. He wanted me to stay home. When I said that I had to come, he told me not to get in trouble."
"But you did." Chris said.
Rebecca nodded. "But I had to. Nicholai had him at gunpoint. If I didn't act Carlos could have been killed."
Chris put his left hand on Rebecca's shoulder. "I'm sure he understands. I'm also sure you'll make a great couple. Just tell him if he breaks your heart, your big brother with break something of his."
"I'll make sure to tell him." Rebecca said.
"By the way," Chris said, "how's Stan doing? That's the second time he got shot in the leg."
"He's fine." Rebecca answered. "He's asking the same thing about you."
"Tell him I'm fine. It'll take a lot more than a cut to stop me." Chris looked over towards the Umbrella building. "I just wonder were those bastards Weaker and Nicholas are."
"So do I Chris." Rebecca said, staring at the building. "So do I."
Peterson and Marcs were standing in the lobby waiting for news on Wesker and Nicholai. "Those two have to be here." Peterson said. "There's no way they could have escaped without us seeing them."
"I have already alerted city officals as well as the
police." Marcs said. "We currently have an APB out for both of them."
Peterson scratched the side of his head. "We have to find them. There's no telling what those two will do. Now that Spencer is dead they can do whatever the hell they want."
A solder came running up to the men. He stopped and saluted. "He cannot find any traces of Albert Wesker or Nicholai Ginovaef on any of the floors. It seems that they have disappeared."
Peterson saluted the solder. "Thank you. Dismissed." Peterson watched the solder swiftly walk away. "Great. Let's just prey they're found before they can leave the city."
The emergency train shot out of the tunnel and slowed to a stop at an airfield just outside of Paris. The doors opened and Wesker and Nicholai stepped out. "Good thing Spencer built this train or we would be quite stuck."
"You realize they will be looking for us." Nicholai said, looking around the airfield. "If they catch us they will kill us."
"Quit being so paranoid." Wesker walked over to a large gate held closed by a chain. He snapped the chain apart and pushed open the gate. He then walked over to a small hanger and proceeded to push open the large hanger door. "Come Nicholai. We have a long journey ahead of us."
Nicholai followed Wesker into the hanger and saw a private jet. "I thought this hanger was empty. How did you manage to get a plane without Spencer knowing?"
"The perks of gaining Spencer's trust." Wesker replied. "A few days ago I told him that the HQ may be attacked at any minute and that he should have a plane ready to escape. He, in his paranoid state of mind, approved to have this jet waiting for us. Too bad he won't be on it."
"Where are we headed? We can't stay in Europe." Nicholai said.
"We aren't staying in this country." Wesker opened the door to the jet. "We're heading to the U.S. There we'll have some real fun."
"What kind of plan do you have Wesker?" Nicholai asked. "It seems to me that you always have a scheme. What one is it now?"
Wesker chuckled to himself. "Nicholai, you see things so narrowly. You must look at the big picture. This is what I've been working towards for the last year. I knew Spencer was waiting to take over and that he needed the right opportunity. After the fiasco at the Spencer Estate I decided to give him that opportunity. I joined Bio-Tech solely for the purpose of helping Spencer eliminate the Ashfords."
Nicholai was at a loss for words. "You mean you and Spencer were in on everything?"
"Yes." Wesker replied. "How else do you think Claire Redfield just happened to be sent to Rockfort? Alfred was a paranoid lunatic. We assumed he would suspect Miss Redfield was a spy sent to get the location of the island. I also suspected that Chris Redfield would come to rescue her and together they would kill the Ashfords. Spencer also wanted the T-Veronica virus. Too bad it was destroyed."
"And you used Bio-Tech just to do this." Nicholai said. "I'm surprised those fools trusted you."
"I had information on Umbrella. How could Bio-Tech say no." Wesker removed his shades. "Besides, they made me better." Wesker put his shades back on. "In fact I was getting information for Spencer. That's how I was able to manipulate him so well. I had what he wanted."
Nicholai saw where this was going. "So the whole thing with the Redfields and the other survivors was all a part of your big plan. You were counting on them destroying Umbrella so you could pick up the pieces."
"I didn't want the company," Wesker said, "I wanted the missiles. I knew about the missiles ever since Mr. Umbrella had them built. My whole plan was to get control of those missiles. As I told you before, with those missiles under our control we can rule this pathetic world. But that's only part of my plan. The other half involves those pesky S.T.A.R.S. I intend to make them suffer."
"And how will you accomplish that?" Nicholai asked.
"I'll tell you on the plane." Wesker replied. "We have plenty of time." The two men climbed into the plane. Wesker got behind the controls and started the engines. The plane taxied out of the hanger and down the runway. It picked out speed and took off.
"EVERYONE ON BOARD NOW!" Monroe shouted. "WE LEAVE IN FIVE MINUTES!" The American solders quickly boarded the planes, ready to return home. When Monroe saw that everything was ready he boarded his plane and took his seat next to Carl. "I can't wait to get back and take a vacation."
"Don't be looking forward to taking one too soon." Chris said. "Wesker and Nicholai are still out there."
"So, we'll just keep a lookout for them." Monroe said. "What can those two men possibly do?"
"With those two, expect anything." Chris replied dryly.
Monroe shook his head. "You two are too paranoid. You should try to relax. Besides, that Bio-Tech group should be after Wesker's ass to double-crossing them. He'll have more to worry about than getting back at us."
Chris said nothing and looked out the window. He knew in the back of his mind that Wesker was going to move. The only thing he didn't know was when.
It was late evening when Wesker's plane landed. The bounce woke Nicholai, who had fallen asleep. "Did you have to land so hard?" The Russian groggily asked.
Wesker just smiled and taxied the aircraft down a dirt runway. After a few seconds he brought the plane to a halt. "Behold," Wesker said, opening the airplane door, "to the instrument of our future."
Nicholai's jaw dropped as he exited the plane. Before him was a large complex surrounded by chain-link fence. The complex was composed of one large, single-story building with several small guard towers surrounding it. Various vehicles and large crates littered the front parking lot. Off to the side were several hatches set into the ground. To the other side were several hangers. The most impressive part was the large number of solders, mostly UT solders, which stood ready. "How did you get all the men?" He stuttered. "And what is this place?"
"One of Spencer's missile bases." Wesker replied. "And it's only a few thousand miles from DC. From this place we can turn this nation's capital into hell on Earth, unless they abide to our demands."
"You do know the S.T.A.R.S. will come to this place." Nicholai said.
Wesker laughed. "Of coarse I expect them to come. That's why I have these solders. These men are loyal to me and will be rewarded for their services. Now come, we have a broadcast to make." Wesker briskly walked towards the complex with Nicholai, still in shook, in tow.
Chris looked at the bandage covering the stitches in his arm. "38 stitches, Good thing I didn't need more." He was currently sitting in the waiting room of the medical building. It had been forty-five minutes since the unit had returned from Paris. It was around seven and night had already fallen. The temperature had also fallen drastically. That had made his already pounding headache worse. "Damn, between Weaker, Spencer, and all the other pricks, I got messed up bad."
Claire entered, followed by Jill and Leon, who was holding a beer bottle. "How's Mr. Tough Guy?" Claire playfully asked.
"Like a train ran me over and then decided to back up." Her brother replied.
Claire laughed a little. "Well, at least your sense of humor isn't messed up, which is more than I can say for the rest of you."
"You need any aspirin?" Jill asked.
Chris gave her a "what do you think" look. "No, I need a vacation. Anymore abuse and I'll fall apart."
"Guess you'll need to lay of the rough stuff tonight." Leon said.
Jill glared at Leon. "Very funny you idiot. Chris is hurt bad."
"He's not the only one." Everyone turned to see Barry limping down the hall. "I took a claw in the leg and it's killing me."
Leon held up the bottle. "Why don't you have a drink? I'm sure it'll make you feel better."
Barry gawked at Leon. "You're already celebrating? We didn't even get Wesker and Nicholai yet. Those two could be anywhere."
"Listen, old man, the FBI and CIA have put o bounty on both their heads." Leon said. "They even sneeze in this country and everyone will be over them."
"Not only that," Jill added, "all of Umbrella's main employee's are being rounded up to stand trial."
"Plus the missile sites in Europe are being dismantled." Claire finished. "If that's not reason to party, I don't know what is."
"What about the missile sites in the states?" Barry asked.
"Working on that right now." Leon replied. "Should have them all down in a few days."
Jill motioned outside. "Why don't you guys just relax and join the party. We earned it."
Chris stared at the floor. He had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach, the same feeling he had on the plane. "I don't think we should jump the gun." Chris looked up at his friends. "Remember all the times we thought it was over, only to have something really bad happen."
"Did anyone tell you how paranoid you are?" Claire asked.
"The man's right." Barry said. "Until those two assholes are lying on a slab we better keep our guard up."
Jill walked over to Chris and pulled him up by his good arm. "Quit being so down. Besides, I was thinking about going home. The kids must be worried about us. I also think Kathy would be happy to know you're alive Barry."
"Yeah, I better get back to the girls." Barry said. "Let's get out of here."
The group left the room and walked outside. The scene was unbelievable. People were partying and singing. Music blared all about as vehicles roared by. Everyone was in high spirits from the victory in Paris. Most where drinking beer and dancing to the music. As the group stepped out, James and Ada met them.
"Hey James." Chris said. "Enjoying the party?"
"Wish I could." James replied. "I just have a bad feeling that something's going to go down."
"I have the same feeling too." Ada added. "And no matter how hard I try, I can't shake it."
"I'm glad Chris and I aren't the only ones having doubts." Barry said.
James stared off into the distance. "I can't help but think that Wesker's close by plotting something this very moment."
Leon patted James on the shoulder. "Believe me, Wesker is not going to do something so soon. I bet you he'll wait until we lower our guard before he strikes."
"Aren't we doing just that?" Ada asked.
"Can we stop taking about Wesker?" Claire pleaded. "For now, let's party. We kicked Spencer's ass."
"I just want to go home and collapse." Chris said. Suddenly he heard a commotion in the distance. People were running around, shouting something. The music cut as some sort of news spread. "What the hell?" Chris knew this was bad.
A jeep pulled up and Carl jumped out. "Guys, we got a big problem." His voice was shaky as he spoke. "Get in the jeep now."
"What for?" James asked.
"Just get in." Carl said. "I'll explain on the way." The group climbed into the jeep and Carl tore off. "We received a call about ten minutes ago. All we could hear was a muffled voice. The person said he wanted to talk to the S.T.A.R.S. We thought it was a joke, until the person identified himself."
"Wesker." Chris said.
"Exactly." Carl replied. "He especially wants to take to you, Chris. Peterson is already there. The other team members are being rounded up now. Last I heard, he said he had demands. I bet whatever he has to say will be bad."
Everyone was crowed into a teleconference room. Peterson and Carl stood by a large screen set into the wall. The S.T.A.R.S. sat nervously around the table. A man walked into the room. "Sir," The man said, "you're patched through."
"Thank you." Peterson said. Carl walked over to a computer console and pushed some buttons, turning the screen on. Wesker appeared with a grin on his face. "What do you want Wesker?"
"First of all I'd like to thank you for getting rid of that lunatic for me." Wesker replied. "Since umbrella has no leader, I thought I would take the job of CEO, seeing how I'm an opportunist."
"Especially when you make your own opportunities." Barry growled.
"Still see you're mad from the mansion Barry. Of coarse I would be too if it happened to me." Wesker cocked his head. "How is Kathy anyway?"
Barry was seething. "You touch them and I'll kill you."
Wesker laughed as he removed his shades. "I very much doubt that." He looked at the screen with cold reptilian eyes. "Anyway, back to business. As you are aware there are a number of missile bases scattered about the globe. I am currently at one of those bases. You saw what one of those missiles did to Stofield. If you don't want another incident like that, obey me."
"What are your demands?" Peterson asked. "And what will you do if we refuse?"
"You do seem to know how to handle situations like these." Wesker said. "Since you asked politely, I'll tell you. I want five billion dollars deposited in and account of my choosing. Failure to do so will result in me launching several missiles at a very important target. What target could he be talking about you're all wondering. Why the target is Washington DC." Wesker smiled at the reaction. "If you don't want downtown DC to become another Raccoon City, you will deposit the money on time. You have until noon tomorrow to make the transaction or I will launch. I do believe that this is being seen and heard by others?"
"Correct." Peterson said.
"Then I do believe that they will agree with my demands." Wesker said as he put on his shades.
Peterson walked over to Carl and spoke in a low voice. "Do you have his position yet?"
"Not yet." Carl whispered back. "A few more seconds and we'll have it."
"If you want to know where I am, you can just ask." Wesker said. "I'm currently at the missile facility near Athens, Ohio. That means that the missiles will hit DC within thirty minutes of being launched, giving you far to little time to evacuate the city. Speaking of which, any action to evacuate DC will result in launch. Also, any attack on this base with also prompt a launch. However, you can try if you want. I'll be more than happy to have you visit me. You have my demands, now see to it that you follow them." The screen went black, as connection was broken.
"My God." Peterson said. "That man is insane."
The rest of the S.T.A.R.S. were shocked by Wesker's demands. Chris hung his head, knowing that his fear of what Wesker would do had become a reality.
Wesker sat back and laughed. "Did you see the looks on their faces? It was delightful." He and Nicholai were currently in the missile control room.
Nicholai leaned against the wall. "They will not go along with this. They will attack this place."
"That's what I'm expecting." Wesker said. "Why do you think I told them where we were? I want to see the looks on their faces as they stand by helplessly as the missiles fly towards DC. And I personally want to face Redfield one more time. Besides, I intend to launch no matter what the government does. DC's destruction will serve as a message to the world that I am in control. For years they have talked about world domination. Now I will finally do what others have dreamed about. This will be my time."
Nicholai quietly exited the room and took a deep breath. "Why did I agree to this?" He asked himself. "He is as insane as Spencer. This does not look good."
Author's Comments: Out of the frying pan, into hell itself. Things sure are looking down. True to Resident Evil style, just when you think it's over, something jumps out and yells BOO! Oh come on, did you really think things would end so neatly? Nothing is ever simple. Just as the S.T.A.R.S. get rid of one missile-armed lunatic, they get another one to contend with. Wonder how they'll get out of this one? Also, looks like Wesker was pulling everyone's strings from the word go. However, he may have bitten off more than he can chew.
In the next chapter the S.T.A.R.S. must make an important decision. It won't be easy cause their coarse of action may have disastrous effects. See what happens in RE Armageddon: Part VI, Chapter 6- Calm Before the Storm.