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Resident Evil Judgment Day

Nine, I was born in the mine.

Method Man- Judgment Day.

Chapter Two- Faces of Evil

Umbrella HQ Paris, France.

Mr. Umbrella lit the end of his cigar and puffed on it. He began to look over various reports. None of them were good. "Christ, multiple facilities gone, research set back, employees missing or dead, and people running around who know too damn much. And now I have another company trying to cut into my territory."

"That was to be expected." A man replied, leaning against the wall. It was the same man that had spoken to the Umbrella agents who broke into Leon's apartment. He was 6'00" with blue eyes and bald. He wore a black business suit. An ID card that read Mike Burns was clipped to his collar. "Biological weapons, especially our weapons, will be a hot commodity. It's only natural that others would want a part of the action."

"So true." Mr. Umbrella said. "Sometime I wonder if I should have made you a business consultant."

"But then I wouldn't be able to use my real talents." Burns said. "I have some news on our little search effort."

Mr. Umbrella looked up at Mike. "What's the status?"

Mike cleared his throat. "We didn't get him."

"What do you mean you didn't get him?" Umbrella flicked ashes into an ashtray. "You assured me that Kennedy didn't know we were coming. How could your men have loused up such a simple operation?"

"We believe that he was tipped off or figured it out." Mike replied. "All that I know is that he and the girl disappeared. My men searched the whole building and surrounding area. They couldn't find any trace of them."

"Perfect, just perfect." Umbrella stuck the cigar back in his mouth and puffed. "Where are those other two? They should be here by now." The door to Umbrella's office opened and two men entered. One was Nicholai and the other was the man that had chased Chris, Claire, and Jill. "Ah, Nicholai, Hunk, please tell me you have some good news."

"I didn't get Olivera." Nicholai said.

"You didn't get him?" Mr. Umbrella said. "I thought you told me that you take him out in Berlin. What about you Hunk."

Hunk lowered his head. "I failed to get the Redfields and Valentine."

Mr. Umbrella flicked some more ashes into the ashtray. "I can't believe this. All I ask is that you do something as simple as eliminating a target. We outnumber these people 100-1. You had both surprise and opportunity on your side. What happened?"

"I would have killed Olivera, but someone intervened and ruined my chance." Nicholai said.

"Same with me." Hunk said. "In fact, we were just about to capture them when some people in a van pulled up and rescued them, taking out several of my men in the process. But that wasn't all; my targets were in the process of leaving the hotel when we got there. I believe they knew we were coming."

"They knew." Umbrella said. "How?"

"I think I can answer that." Mike said. "I think they were tipped off by the same people who have been causing us grief for the last several months. I believe that these people contacted and rescued the survivors. They may even have the other three we were looking for."

Umbrella flicked some more ashes. "This is just what we need. Listen up and listen well. I want this problem taken care off immediately. Burns, you're in charge of the operation."

"Yes Sir." Mike replied. "What are my orders?"

"First I want you to contact Ada." Umbrella said. "You may need her help. Second thing I want you to do is to find the survivors and whoever is helping them and exterminate them all. After that, I need you to tract down and kill Albert Wesker."

"Wesker?" Nicholai asked. "I thought he vanished after he got out of the hospital?"

"Obviously he's decided to come back." Mike said.

Umbrella glared at Mike. "Can it Burns. As you know some lab workers who managed to survive rescued him. We had him in intensive care for at least two months. After Raccoon City was destroyed he disappeared. Lately I received information that he was involved with the incident in Rockfort Prison and Antarctica. I believe he's working for this rival company."

"No kidding." Hunk said. "He got all the blame for the screw up in the Spencer Mansion."

"At any rate, I want him dead." Umbrella replied. "The other order of business is to find Eliza Walker. As you know she was one of our head scientists and one of the people who rescued Wesker. She disappeared a few weeks after Raccoon City was destroyed, the same time Wesker vanished. I think that either our competitors or this other group have kidnapped her. Find her."

"Either that or she joined Wesker." Nicholai added.

Umbrella took another puff of his cigar. "If that is the case, then eliminate her too."

"Understood Sir." Mike said. "Come on boys, we have some bugs to crush." Mike turned and walked out of the office, followed by Hunk and Nicholai.

Umbrella put out his cigar. "You people better not fail me, or else."

Barcelona, Spain.

Ada finished clipping on a pair of diamond earrings. Her white dress outlined her features perfectly. It was night out and she was fixing to go dancing. She needed something to do to get her mind off what happened a few short months ago. She was enjoying her vacation after completing another mission. She was about to leave her hotel room when her cell phone started to ring. "Shit, this better be good." She picked up the phone and looked at the display. "Umbrella, what do they want? I'm on vacation." She pushed the ON button. "Ada here."

"Ada, hope I didn't catch you at a bad time." Came Mike's voice.

Ada growled to herself. She didn't like Mike at all. Something about him made her uncomfortable. "You did. I was just about to go out and have some fun. I am on vacation you know."

"Not anymore." Mike said. "A new problem has come up that requires your immediate attention. Mr. Umbrella personally ordered me to contact you."

Ada sighed. "I'll be right there."

"No need. I'm sure we can wait until tomorrow. Leave first thing tomorrow morning. Oh, and have a good time." Mike hung up, leaving Ada standing there fuming.

"Just great." She said, tossing the phone on the bed. "Time to go into hell once again."

Sydney, Australia.

Wesker lounged on a chair in a pair of shorts and a tank top on the deck of his hotel room. His wounds from Antarctica had healed and he was taking a well-deserved vacation. As he took in the cool night air he removed his shades. He opened his eyes, which were reptilian in appearance. They were a side effect of the genetic enhancements he had endured. He didn't mind, but other people would probably panic if they saw them. "Ah, this is the life. Those bastards at Umbrella never gave me a vacation like this. They always had me working. Well, not anymore." He put his hands behind his head and stretched out.

"Comfy?" A young woman asked him.

He turned to see a sandy-haired woman with green eyes standing next to him. She was wearing a yellow dress and looked absolutely beautiful. "Very. Tell me, what brings you here?"

"I heard that there was a very attractive man sitting in his room all by himself." The woman replied. "I thought I'd come and keep him company."

Wesker smiled. "How nice of you. Have a seat." The woman sat down next to him. "I was wondering when you'd get out here Eliza."

Eliza ran her hand through her hair. "I did have to pick out a dress."

"Women, they always take so long to get ready." Wesker said. "Men just throw whatever they want on and go."

Eliza smacked him on the arm. "You know how sexist that sounds. I can't believe I even fell for you."

"And you wouldn't be here if you didn't." Wesker laid back down. "And we wouldn't be here now."

"Do you ever have any doubt that you did the right thing?" Eliza asked. "Sometimes I do."

"Not at all." Wesker replied. "Umbrella never appreciated my abilities or my work. This new company I'm working for gives me so much more respect. Besides, from what I heard Umbrella didn't even trust you to work on their new experiments. They didn't think you could handle the responsibility. You should be happy that I got you a better job."

Eliza nervously bit her lip. "Speaking of work, our boss called."

"What does he want?" Wesker groaned.

"He wants us to be at the office in Tokyo tomorrow morning." Eliza answered. "He says it's important."

Wesker sat up. "I'd say it is. If he wants us at the HQ then we better not be late. Did he say what he wanted?"

"Only that we've been assigned to a new mission." Eliza replied. "Top priority. He said something about dealing with threats to the company. I already booked us some overnight flights. We better leave now."

Wesker got up and walked into his room. "In that case I better start packing. We have a long day ahead of us."

Genoas Corp. HQ. Tokyo, Japan.

Wesley Philips sat in his office. He was well built for a man in his late forties. His graying hair was professionally styled and his hazel eyes scanned the papers in front of him. It had been fifteen minutes since he called for Wesker and Eliza. This deal with Umbrella was getting serious. Two facilities had fallen to Umbrella assaults. Some unknown group had destroyed three other labs. The only comfort he had was the fact that Wesker had retrieved some very important documents. In intercom buzzed. He pushed the button and answered. "What is it?"

"Sir," His secretary said, "Dr. Grant is here to see you."

"Send her in." He watched as a tall woman in a white lab coat and shoulder length, black hair entered. The tag on her coat read Brigit Grant. "Tell me doctor, how are things coming along?"

"Right on schedule." Brigit replied. "So far we are halfway done with recreating the T-Veronica virus. The papers Wesker got from Antarctica have helped a lot. We still require more time to finish."

A smile broke on Philips' face. "Good. Umbrella thinks they will be the next major power in the sale of bio-weapons, but we will control the market. Soon we'll have the ultimate weapon, more powerful than any weapon Umbrella could dream of making. And from what Wesker reported, anything infected with that little bug will be unstoppable."

"I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't call the virus a "bug". Brigit said. "It sounds like an insult to the beauty of the weapon."

"You scientists are all alike, bonding with your work." Philips said. "Just be careful, you wouldn't want what happened to William Berkin happen to you. Japan may have to bomb their own capital."

Brigit stared out the window at the Tokyo Tower. "I'm well aware of what happened in Raccoon City. If you ask me, Umbrella seems to hire assholes. Of coarse with families like the Spencers and the Ashfords as the founders of the company, you would expect that to be the case."

Philips chuckled. "Well said. Now if you would, please return to the lab and continue with your work. As they say in business, time is money."

"Understood." Brigit pivoted and left the office.

Brigit slid her ID card through the card reader and pushed the button for the lab level. "Time is money." She scoffed. "Little bug. He has no idea what that virus really is. It's perfect, that's what." When the elevator stopped she got out and made her way to her office. She entered, closed the door, and walked to her desk. She sat down and turned on her laptop. She then opened her E-mail program and typed in a message.

Dear Mom:

Sorry I haven't written to you recently. It's just been that I've been swamped with work. You know how things are in a pharmaceutical company. I'll write you again as soon as I can find time. By the way, here is a photo I took of Tokyo. I hope you like it.

Love Brigit.

Brigit attached a picture she had recently took and made it an attachment. However, in the photo she had encoded the following message.

New information: The T-Veronica virus is nearly complete. As soon as the virus is complete, I'll leave this company and return to virus to its rightful owners. Brigit out.

Brigit typed in an E-mail address and hit the send button. No one would suspect that she was a spy. She had worked her way through the company to a position of power. Now her mission was to get the T-Veronica virus and leave. All she needed was to complete one final step. She left her office and entered the main lab. She made her way to a small room where she found a man looking into a microscope. He was middle aged with graying hair and a stubby beard. "Hello Dr. Kennings." Brigit said.

"Please leave me alone." Kennings replied. "I'm a very busy man." He looked over at Brigit. "Dr. Grant. If this is about my progress, I told you that I can only work so fast. Besides, if you keep lecturing me as much as you can I won't any work done."

"I'm not here to lecture you." Brigit said.

"Then what did you come her to do?" Kennings asked.

Brigit leaned against the lab table. "I just wanted to talk. Tell me, have you ever thought about looking for a better job?"

Kennings went back to looking in the microscope. "What is that supposed to mean? Are you running another of Philips tests to see where my loyalty is? If you are then you can tell your boss to shove it."

"Hypothetically, what if some other company offered you a better position?" Brigit asked, inching closer. "What if that company offered you a top position instead of being a mere assistant? Wouldn't that entice you to go to that company?"

"I'm quite happy where I am now." Kennings replied, "Besides, Philips would have a major problem about it. Now are you done?"

Brigit chuckled. "That's what I like about you, you're so frank and dedicated to your work. That's why I'm willing to make you a deal."

Kennings looked up at Brigit. "Dr. Grant, what are you talking about? What deal?"

Brigit leaned in closer so she was whispering into Kennings ear. "I have a secret. I'm a spy."

Kennings eyes widened. "A spy?"

"Yes, a spy." Brigit said. "Don't ask who, just know that what I'm doing is very important. I have everything under control but I need someone to help me. I was hoping that you would be that person."

"You realize that if anyone finds out you will be killed." Kennings said. "And I'll be killed because you told me."

"That's why we must keep this a secret." Brigit said. "All you have to do is continue working. I'll inform you on what is going on. This is a very dangerous game, and I must have your word that you will help me. Do you understand?"

Kennings swallowed hard. "Yes."

"Good." Brigit turned and started for the door. "Keep up your work. You may get rewarded for your commitment."

Kennings watched her leave. He then leaned against the table. "My God, what have I become a part of?"

Umbrella HQ. Paris, France.

It was early morning as Ada entered Mike's office. Hunk, Nicholai, and Mike greeted her. "I'm here. Now what is so important that I had to cut my vacation short?"

"Nice to see you too." Mike said, getting out of his chair. "As I told you over the phone, Mr. Umbrella called for you personally. If you have a problem, talk to him."

"I'll remember to tell Umbrella that you sent me." Ada said.

"Can we please stop this annoying squawking?" Nicholai said. "It gets on my nerves."

"Very well." Mike said. "As you are well aware Ada, this company has a couple of problems. One is the Genoas Corporation that is trying to muscle their way into our business. The second involves a small group of people that have been targeting some of our facilities. Lastly, the survivors from Raccoon City are still out there. I believe that this mystery group has rounded them up. If this is so, we can take out two birds with one stone. To do that we need your help."

Ada leaned against the door. "Then I'm not cut out for this assignment. My specialty is infiltration and recovery. I'm not a front line solder. Besides, I'm sure these two can handle the job by themselves."

"Ada's right." Hunk said. "Why do we need her? She'll just get in the way."

Nicholai nodded in agreement. "This isn't the job for a woman. You should let us men handle this operation."

"That is so sexists Nicholai." Mike said. "Have you no faith in her abilities?"

"She's a spy." Nicholai replied. "She doesn't belong in a battle."

"So what do you want me to do Mike?" Ada asked. "Get inside the group and tell you what their doing?"

Mike shook his head. "Not this time. You see I believe that sending you in is too much of a risk. I believe that these people will suspect us of doing that. Besides, I already have some very good sources to get information from."

"Who?" Hunk asked.

Mike laughed. "That's for me to know. Can't risk you getting captured and spilling the beans. All you have to know is that no matter where those people go, we will be able to find them. Once those pesky people are dead, we can turn our attention to our other objectives."

"And what would they be?" Ada asked.

"Simple." Mike answered. "We take out Genoas, locate Eliza Walker, and find and kill Albert Wesker."

Ada was stunned by this news. "You found Wesker?"

"The asshole turned on us." Nicholai said. "We believe that Wesker is working for Genoas. We also think it's possible that Walker defected with him."

"Now that you're up to speed, I believe that this meeting is over." Mike sat down in his chair and propped his feet on his desk. "Dismissed."

Ada sat down at the table in one of the employee break rooms. She stared out the window at the city. The sun was still on the rise, casting a warm glow among the buildings. Ada's mind began to wonder. The news she had just heard was shocking to say the least. The idea that both Wesker and Eliza could have switched sides was disturbing. However, the real thing that got to her was the fact that she would have to fight the survivors. That also meant that she would have to face Leon again. "Leon." Ada said softly. The memories of her encounter with him still played through her mind. Ever since she had escaped from Raccoon, the thought of her using him had gnawed at her conscience. She was so wrapped up in her thoughts that she failed to notice Hunk take a seat across from her.

"Shocked, huh?" Hunk asked.

Ada snapped to. "What do you mean?"

"I mean the fact that Wesker is alive and kicking." Hunk replied. "If you ask me, I thought he was going to kick it. The Tyrant got him good. And you know what else I think?"

"Enlighten me." Ada said.

"I think the reason Wesker switched over to the enemy was because of the way Mr. Umbrella chewed him out about failing his mission." Hunk took a sip of his coffee. "I don't see what the problem was. The evidence was destroyed; Irons kept the S.T.A.R.S. from going public, and even if they did they no one would believe them. Too bad he decided to leave us, he was a good operative."

Ada began to check her nails. "I'm more worried about these survivors. I bet they're all out for blood, especially those ex-S.T.A.R.S. This won't be easy."

"Is it true?" Hunk asked right out of the blue.

Ada looked at Hunk. "Is what true?"

"That that cop guy fell for you and in return you played him like a puppet." Hunk chuckled at Ada's reaction to the question. "Come on, I read it in your report. I believe his name was Leon Kennedy."

Ada stared out the window. "Yeah, whatever."

"Don't tell me you fell for him." Hunk said. "The last thing I need from you is to get all mushy when you see that guy. I need to know that when you do meet him, you'll point, aim, and shoot."

"We'll see when that times comes." Ada replied dryly.

Nicholai entered the room. "I thought I'd find you here Ada. You always

Liked the view from this room."

"What the hell do you want Comrade?" Hunk asked.

Nicholai pretended that he didn't hear that. "Burns has some new information. He wants to see us immediately. We are to meet in Mr. Umbrella's office. I suggest that you don't be late." Nicholai exited the room.

"Someone should pull that stick out of his ass." Hunk said. "Come on Ada, don't want to keep the boss waiting." Hunk got up and left the room.

Ada closed her eyes, the memories of Raccoon coming back. "I'm sorry Leon." She said as she got up and left the room.

"This better be good Burns." Mr. Umbrella said.

"Oh, it is." Mike replied. "As you know I have a very good informant who had some valuable information for me. It seems that the people responsible for the destruction of several of our facilities are currently in Rome. I also found out from the source that several new people arrived just the other day. One guess as to who they can possible be."

"The survivors." Nicholai said. "So, this group did recruit the S.T.A.R.S. and their allies. This is most fortunate."

"I'll say." Hunk said. "One strike and half our enemies are gone. When do we attack?"

Umbrella lit another cigar. "Well Burns, this is your decision. What's your plan?"

"We won't be needing a large-scale strike." Mike began. "What we need is a lighting attack. This group doesn't know that we have their location. Therefore, they will be unprepared when we strike."

"Who goes in?" Ada asked, hoping she won't be one.

"Why our best solder." Mike replied. "Hunk, you will lead the assault. You will have about ten men, more than enough to complete your mission."

"It would be an honor." Hunk said. "These guys don't stand a chance."

Mike smiled. "I bet. If you could single-handedly survive Raccoon City and bring back a sample of the G-virus, you can surely handle a handful of people. Now get yourself to the roof, you leave now."

Hunk saluted and left the office. Mr. Umbrella puffed on his cigar. "Do you think it's wise to send just him Burns? What if he runs into problems?"

"I have everything under control." Mike said. "Even if they do escape, I can track them down no matter where they hide. They won't get away."

Hunk jumped into the waiting copter which was already filled with Umbrella solders. "Do you know where you're going?" He asked the pilot.

"Yes I do." The pilot replied.

"Good." Hunk took his seat and checked his weapon. "Time for them to meet the Death."

Genoas HQ. Tokyo, Japan.

Wesker and Eliza entered Philips' office and took their seats. Philips scratched the side of his face before beginning. "I'm sure Walker has told you why you have been called in."

"She informed me on the flight here." Wesker replied. "However, she didn't tell me exactly who the enemies were."

"I'll get down to it." Philips said. "For the past several weeks we have been hit by two opponents. One is Umbrella. The other enemy is as yet undetermined. However, from what we can piece together, they have been targeting Umbrella facilities as well. This may work to our advantage. If these two groups fight each other, we can sneak in and hit them when they're not looking."

"Maybe it's the survivors of Raccoon City and the remaining S.T.A.R.S." Eliza said. "They have a valid reason to go after Umbrella."

Wesker shook his head. "I think they may be some government strike team sent to eliminate Umbrella. The last time I heard, the survivors of Umbrella's accidents were scattered all over the place. "In fact I had the pleasure of running into the Redfields in Antarctica."

"You may both be right." Philips said. "Recently an incident happened in Paris yesterday morning. Seems there was a car chase through the downtown area. A red pickup was involved, along with four other vehicles. The truck crashed and a freelance cameraman got a few photos of the occupants, a man and two women. We identified the people as the Redfields and Jill Valentine. They were rescued by a black van. I think that this other group were the rescuers."

"So in other words, the survivors and this government group may be working together." Wesker said.

"Exactly." Philips said. "If that is the case, we have a major problem on our hands. The only godsend is that this group's main target is Umbrella. But that doesn't leave us out of the fire. You two used to work for Umbrella. Tell me who they would most likely have involved in this operation."

Wesker thought hard. "I would say that Nicholai Ginovaef and Hunk would be involved. They both survived Raccoon City and Nicholai had some experience dealing with Valentine and Carlos Olivera, a member of the U.B.C.S."

"I think that Ada Wong would be assigned to this too." Eliza added. "She would probably be sent in as a spy."

"Do you think that you two could handle these people?" Philips asked.

Wesker removed his shades. "I could kill them all by myself. And if Eliza underwent the same procedure that I did, we could be unstoppable."

Philips turned to Eliza. "Are you willing to go through the enhancement Walker?"

"Yes Sir. I am." Eliza replied.

"Good, then head down to the lab and see Dr. Grant." Philips said. "Soon we will be the leader in biological weapons and Umbrella will be no more."

Wesker and Eliza entered the lab and found Brigit checking over what appeared to be a Hunter, except parts of it were metal. "What is that thing?" Eliza asked.

"One of our new cyborgs." Brigit replied. "I was just making some final adjustments to it."

Wesker took a closer look. "Why would you need robots? The original bio-weapons are good enough. If you ask me, this is just a waste of time and money."

"These cyborgs are better than normal bio-weapons." Brigit said, her tone condescending. "The organic creatures are impressive, but have one major flaw. That flaw is that they can be easily killed. All one would have to do is shoot a B.O.W. in the head and that would be it. But these beauties are different. These creatures can take as much punishment as a regular B.O.W. and still remain strong. Nothing short of an EMP will take them out. So far we've made cyborgs of Hunters, Lickers, Chimeras, and Bandersnatches. This creature alone could easily dispatch a Nemesis."

"I very much doubt that." Wesker said. "This tin can may be powerful, but nothing can beat a good mind."

Brigit snickered at Wesker's remark. "That mind of yours didn't help you against Alexia, did it? From what I heard she beat you senseless. Of coarse, she was infected with the T-Veronica virus. Now are you just here to annoy me or is there another reason."

"I want to be enhanced like Wesker is." Eliza said. "It's for this mission."

"Very well." Brigit said. "Follow me. Since we preformed the procedure on Wesker we have perfected it. It should only take half as long now." Brigit led Eliza away, leaving Wesker to look at the cyborg.

"Perfect indeed." Wesker scoffed. "We'll see how perfect they are in battle." He looked at his watch. "Guess I have some spare time on my hands."

Wesker entered his office and stretched out on a black, leather couch. He didn't get much sleep on the flight to Tokyo. As he lay there his mind began to go over what he had learned. "So Chris, you and your sister survived Antarctica after all." He said to himself. "No surprise there. You always were a good solder." Wesker knew how good a fighter Chris was. He had seen many times Chris' combat skills. Chris was a little reckless at times, but he got the job done. Wesker also knew he would have to face the other surviving S.T.A.R.S. "This won't be easy, not at all." Soon his thoughts turned to another matter, his little secret and Eliza. "Should I tell her?" He asked himself. "I've already put her in danger convincing her to betray Umbrella. Now I may put her in more danger. But I can't leave her in the dark." Wesker had fallen for Eliza while he was in command of the S.T.A.R.S. and she was an assistant in the Spencer Mansion. People had always assumed that he only cared about himself and he had kept him feelings about Eliza a secret to maintain that image. It was only after She had saved him in the mansion that he had told her. He was delighted when she had confessed that she had a crush on him. Now he had doubts of getting her involved with what he was really doing in Genoas. "I have to tell her. Even if I don't she'll get involved anyway." Wesker closed his eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Black Ops 6 base. Rome, Italy.

It was late afternoon and the team had just finished lunch. The kids were watching TV in the living room with Samantha and Ark while Jill was in the kitchen helping Claire clean the dishes. The others were in the lounge either playing pool or listening to Rebecca on the piano. Connors was sitting at his computer working.

Chris walked up to Connors. "Ever since I got here you've been working. Don't you ever take a break?"

"We won't be able to complete our mission if we just sit on our asses." Connors replied.

"Are you sure we can do this?" Chris asked.

Connors answered with a question of his own. "Are you having doubts about operation already?"

"Do you honestly think that you and your men can actually beat both Umbrella and Genoas? Even if you have our help, it still may not be enough. Those companies must have armies, not to mention the bio-weapons. You don't even know what they're doing right now."

"You're wrong." Connors said, grinning. "I do."

"How?" Chris asked.

Connors stood up and walked to the window. "I have some people on the inside reporting everything those two companies are doing. I know Umbrella has assembled a team to kill you. I also know that Genoas has some new weapon in development that's stronger than anything either company has made."

Chris crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "You have spies."

"You could call them that." Connors said. "The fact is that I know what Umbrella is doing before they do." He turned to Chris. "How do you think I knew where you and your friends were? Umbrella had most of you pinned down. I admit finding Barry took a lot more work, but the rest of you were so easy."

"So who are these people?" Chris asked. "And how did you get them to go along with this?"

"That's one thing I can't tell you." Connors said. "But you will find out eventually. Now if you'll excuse me, I need a drink." Connors walked into the lounge.

Jill came out of the hall. "What was that all about? I heard you two talking."

"Nothing Jill." Chris replied. "Just that I have more question than answers. He says that he has spies in both Umbrella and Genoas, but wouldn't tell me who they were."

"That's standard procedure in a mission like this." Jill said. "That kind of information is referred to as need to know info. Only the commanding officer has access to it. Usually the grunts are only told what they have to do and not to ask any questions."

Chris chuckled. "This must bring back a lot of memories of the Deltas, doesn't it? Then again you've been used to this type of mission before. This is the first time I've ever been in a situation like this."

"Awe, isn't that just terrible." Jill said in a sad voice. She walked over to Chris and wrapped her arms around his neck. "You'll get use to it. It took me a while to adjust to how the Deltas did things. I used to drive my commanding officer nuts asking all sorts of questions."

"I bet you did." Chris said, moving in for a kiss.

"I'm gonna tell her." Carlos said to Barry. "I'm gonna tell Jill how I feel about her." He quickly finished his beer.

"Maybe you should wait until the alcohol wears off." Barry replied. "Cause I doubt anything you say to her will come out the way you want it too."

Carlos gave him a funny look. "I'll do just fine. She said she wanted some space and I gave her some. Now it's time to ask her. Oh, and I'm not drunk. I was a mercenary for quite a long time. Two beers won't impede my judgment."

"I'm more worried about how you'll take the news if she says no." Barry said.

"Why would she say no?" Carlos asked. "In Raccoon we just clicked."

Barry set down his glass. "She slapped you. I don't consider that clicking."

"That was just her way of telling me she liked me." Carlos replied.

"Do you know anything about women?" Samantha asked, sinking the 2 ball into a corner pocket. "For all you know, she could be in love with that hunk Chris."

Marcus chuckled. "Sam's right. From what I saw, Jill was very happy when she found Chris. Plus the fact that they spent the night in the same hotel kind of makes one wonder."

Carlos scoffed at Marcus. "Barry told me they're just partners."

"The question is," Marcus said, pointing his cue stick at Carlos, "what kind of partners are they?"

Carlos got off his stool. "I don't have to listen to this. I love Jill and she loves me. And when I prove that, you'll all feel like fools." Carlos left the lounge. As he stepped through the door to the computer room, he saw Chris and Jill finish kissing. Carlos turned red in the face and walked towards the couple. "BASTARD!"

Chris quickly turned around. "What?"

Carlos blasted Chris with a right hook. "You had to steal her, didn't you?" He growled.

Jill was in shock at what Carlos had just done. "Why the hell did you do that for?"

Chris rubbed his face. He was more stunned than hurt. "Steal? What are you talking about?"

"That you stole Jill from me." Carlos spat. "She must have told you that she was in love with me and you decided to mess that all up."

Chris looked at Jill with a confused look. Jill in turn was glaring at Carlos. "In love with you? What made you think that I was in love with you? I told you plain and simple that I didn't want a relationship with you." By this time, the others had gathered around to see the spectacle.

"I thought you meant that you didn't want to start a relationship then." Carlos replied. "I thought you needed some time."

"Time for what?" Jill asked.

"To see that you wanted to be with me." Carlos said.

Jill resisted the urge to give Carlos a pounding. "Carlos, did it ever occur to you at some point just maybe I wanted to find Chris for reasons other than the fact that he was my partner? Did you ever think that I had some personal interest in my search? Did you find it odd that I refused to give up until I found him? Did you ever wonder why I missed him so much? If you didn't get the message then, well let me fill you in now. I am in love with Chris. Now if you can't get that through your brain that's not my problem. Now I am grateful that you saved my life, but that doesn't mean that I love you."

Carlos was at a loss for words. He started to speak, but instead stormed out of the room and headed downstairs.

Chris stared at Jill in shock at what she had just said. "Damn, you really let him have it."

Jill turned to Chris. "How bad did he hit you?"

"Not to hard." Chris said. "My sister has hit me a lot harder than that."

Barry turned to the others. "OK guys, nothing more to see. Give these two some privacy." Barry walked over to Chris and Jill. "Damn, that guy was just about to tell you how he felt. Guess we all know where you two stand now."

"I can't believe he didn't get the message." Jill said. "I told him point-blank. How could he be so dense?"

"All I can say is he's lucky I wasn't my old self." Chris said. "Or his head would be through a wall."

"Well what do we do?" Barry asked.

Chris sat down in a chair. "Let him cool off. I'm sure he'll find some way of venting his anger."

Carlos was tearing apart the warehouse. "I CAN'T BELIEVE THIS!" Carlos roared. "SHE! SHE!" Carlos sat down and leaned against a desk. "The one thing I wanted I can't have. Why didn't Jill have the same feelings I did?" Tears formed in his eyes as his anger turned to sadness. "Why?" Suddenly he heard something outside, like the sound of something landing. He made his way to a window and looked out. His eyes widened as he saw what made sound. "Fuck." He bolted up the stairs and burst through the door. "GUYS, WE GOT COMPANY!"

Connors walked into the hall, followed by the others. "What is it now Carlos?"

"Black helicopter just landed outside. Must be one of those silent ones. Saw an Umbrella logo on the side. I think it's safe to say that we've been found out." He looked at the sea of unbelieving faces. "If you don't believe me, then go see for yourself."

The sound of something being scattered came from downstairs. Connors took charge of the situation. "Carlos must be right. All right people, evacuation plan. Scott, get the guns from the bar." Scott nodded and ran into the lounge, retrieving two shotguns and three 45.s from the bar.

"Is there a back way out of here?" Barry asked.

"There's an escape chute towards the back of the lounge." Heather said.

"Marcus, Ark, get all the laptops." Connors said. "Get the children out first. There are a couple of vans parked out back. Make this quick people, we don't have much time."

Chris took one of the shotguns. "You'll need a distraction. I'll go hold them off." He pumped the shotgun and started for the door.

"I'll go with you." Claire said. She took a 45 and followed her brother.

Leon came from upstairs with his VP 70. "I'm in."

Scott tossed the shotgun to Heather and a 45 to Jill. He pulled back the hammer on his 45. "I'll help too."

"Good luck." Connors said. "All we need is a few minutes." He turned to the others. "Let's get moving."

Hunk watched his men finish breaking down the door to the warehouse. "All right men, listen up. Move in and wipe everyone out. I don't want any prisoners." He watched the first four men enter the building. He was just about to go with the second group when he heard shouting followed by gunfire. He rushed in to find the men either dead or injured. He looked up to see Claire aiming her 45 at his head. He dove behind a crate just avoiding the gunfire. He peeked around the crate to see that Chris and his friends had set themselves up in front of the stairs. The last six men entered, guns blazing. Leon fired his VP 70 at the approaching solders, catching one in the leg and hitting another in the shoulder. Scott fired his 45, killing one man before being forced to duck behind his cover. Hunk fired his rifle at Chris, who responded by firing several blasts back. Claire fired at one of the solders, nailing him in the head. Leon picked off another with a shot to the gut and Scott took down the last remaining solder with a shot to the throat. Chris continued to fire, but ran out of shells. Hunk saw this and rushed Chris, diving over some boxes and tackling him to the ground. Claire moved to help her brother, but was cut off by fire from one of the injured men. Scott quickly shot the man in the head, killing him. Meanwhile, Hunk had gotten to his feet and pulled Chris off the ground.

"I guess Burns underestimated you." Hunk said. "He said this would be easy." He hit Chris in the face with a right hook. "Looks like I'll have to kill you the old fashion way."

Chris responded with a right cross of his own, rocking Hunk. He then grabbed Hunk and rammed his right knee into his stomach. "Looks like you won't." Chris then threw Hunk into another crate. Hunk's back slammed into the wood, causing him to shout in pain. Chris headed for the stairs. "Let's get out of here." The group raced up the stairs, leaving the injured Umbrella solders behind.

Hunk pulled himself up and held his back. He looked around at the wounded men. Out of ten, only four were still alive. "The boss won't like this." He staggered over to his rifle and picked it up. "Who can still walk?" The man with the injured shoulder got up. "Good, follow me. The rest of you get back to the copter." Hunk and the other man ascended the stairs and entered the base. They searched the rooms but found nothing. Hunk heard the sound of engines revving and ran to a window. As he looked outside he saw two vans take off. "Come on. This mission is a failure."

The vans stopped at a vacant lot and everyone got out. Connors called everyone to attention. "That was a close one. Expect a lot more situations like that to happen."

"But how did Umbrella find us?" Rebecca asked.

"Someone must have followed us here." Heather replied. "I guess we have to find a new hideout."

Connors nodded. "That's just what we're going to do. I was planning on moving on shortly anyway. We're heading back to the U.S. I have another safe house near Nashville Tennessee. There's also another Umbrella plant near Montgomery, Alabama. Since Umbrella forced us to leave our hideout, I suggest that we destroy one of their plants."

"What about the children?" Claire asked. "We can't put them in danger."

"We can send them to my house." Barry replied. "Kathy could use the company. I also want to see how she's doing."

"We're agreed then." Connors said. "We better get a flight now. No doubt that Umbrella will be checking the airports soon. Let's move out." The group got back in the vans and drove off, ready for some payback.

Author's Comments: We met the good guys in the last chapter, and now we've met the bad guys. What a crew. Hunk, Nicholai, Ada, and a new guy named Mike are looking to put a hurting on Black Ops 6. However, Genoas has their own team, headed By Wesker and Eliza. Add to the fact that Brigit Grant is working on the T-Veronica virus doesn't make things any easier. Also, looks like the spy games have begun. We have Brigit who's backstabbing Genoas. You have Burns, who has "contacts." You got Wesker, who has some secret, and finally you got Connors who has spies in both companies. Seesh, is this complicated or what? Add to the fact that both Ada and Wesker are going through some serious emotional distress. And to make matters worse, the Black Ops 6 team has just been run out of their hideout. And finally, all is not well with Chris, Jill, and Carlos. What will this little triangle do to the group? I can tell you this; things aren't going to be so simple this time.

In the next chapter things heat up. Brigit continues her mission, Mr. Umbrella sicks his men on the Black Ops team, Connor's crew assaults a plant, and Philips comes to a decision. Add to the mix the unveiling of a new weapon and you got a chapter you don't want to miss. The action picks up in Judgment Day: Chapter 3- Retaliation.