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Eight, take the
head of a snake.
Method Man-
Judgment Day.
Chapter Three: Retaliation.
Twenty miles outside Montgomery, Alabama.
Eight figures moved silently through the trees, the early morning frost cracking under their feet. They were all decked out in combat fatigues and carrying assorted weapons. When they got to within fifteen feet of their target, the leader called them to a halt.
"All right," Connors said, "here's the plan." He looked over his group. The team was composed of himself, Chris, Claire, Jill, Leon, Carlos, Scott, and Rebecca. Barry, Ark, and Heather had gone to Canada to drop off Sherry, Lott, and Lily. Marcus and Samantha had stayed beck at the base to protect it. It had been two days since the Black Ops team had been in the U.S. Now they were making their first strike. "We get in the facility and head to the power room. We set the bomb and get out before the place goes up. Scott, you got the package?"
Scott tapped a black bag he had slung around his shoulder. "Yes I do. Enough C4 to turn that place into a pit."
"Good." Connors said. He turned to Jill. "Think you can get us inside?"
Jill dug her lock pick kit out of her back pocket. "Forced entry was my specialties in Delta. I should be able to get through any door in there."
Connors looked around for any guards. He saw two heading his way. "Chris, Claire, take them out."
The Redfields drew their Berettas, which had been fitted with silencers, and moved into position. Chris aimed and took out the rear guard. The other guard turned when he heard his partner hit the ground. Claire took aim and pegged the guard in the back of the head.
Connors motioned for the team to move out. They quickly made their way to a door and Jill went to work. It only took two seconds for her to pick the lock. Connors began to issue more orders. "Chris, Jill, Leon, you have point. Carlos, Claire, Rebecca, cover the rear. Make this as quick and as quiet as possible." The team moved stealthily down the halls, making it to a stairwell unnoticed. They descended two floors and stopped at door to B2. "Get your weapons ready." Connors said. Chris readied his SPAZ-12, as did Scott. Jill and Connors readied their M16s. Carlos readied his MP5. Leon drew his VP 70 and switched it to Auto. Claire checked her M203 while Rebecca loaded flame rounds into hers. "Let's go."
Chris eased the door open and checked to see if it was clear. He saw no one and gave the OK. The team moved down the halls, following the map Samantha had gotten a week earlier. As they moved through the facility, Chris began to whisper to Jill. "Has Carlos spoken to you yet?"
"No." Jill replied. "I don't think he's talked to anyone. I'm surprised he even came on this mission."
Chris glanced back at Carlos. "All he gives me are nasty looks. I don't think he likes me at all."
Leon stepped between the two. "Cut the chatter guys. You're both supposed to be watching out for guards."
"Sorry." Chris said.
The team made it to the power room and entered the room. A large generator sat in the middle of the room, surrounded by smaller generators and control panels. Power cables ran along the walls, hooking into circuit breakers and junction boxes. Scott walked up to the main generator and opened his bag. "I'll need a few minutes." Scott said. "Just watch my back." The others began to set up watch.
Rebecca became bored and started to follow the power cables. She followed on cable up to the ceiling. That's when she spotted a security camera staring straight at her. "Guys, I think we're on candid camera."
Claire walked over to Rebecca and looked to where she was pointing. "Oh shit. They know we're here. Scott, you better make it fast."
Scott quickly plugged in the wires and began to set the timer. "I'm almost there." Just as he said that, alarms started to blare.
"Take defensive positions." Connors said. "Scott, hurry up."
Scott finished setting the timer. "I'm set. As soon as I push the button we got ten minutes to get out of here."
"I think you better want to wait until we take out any guards that are coming." Leon said. The wait wasn't long. Eight guards poured into the room. Leon fired off three shots, taking down one. Two others fired at him. "Damn." He said, ducking behind a small generator.
"Don't use explosives." Connors called. "We can't risk closing off our escape route."
Chris ducked behind a consol with Carlos. Chris looked and found some more cover closer to the enemies. "Carlos, cover me. I'm going to try to get closer." He turned to find Carlos ignoring him. "Hey," Chris said, smacking Carlos on the shoulder, "cover me."
Carlos turned to him. "Fine." He spat.
Chris readied himself and took off. He soon realized that Carlos wasn't firing at all. Chris was halfway to his destination when Jill and Connors saw what was going on. They started to fire at the guards, but not before Chris got hit. He was almost to safe before a bullet grazed his right arm. He dived and rolled behind a power box, holding his arm.
Jill saw the guard that had shot Chris and fired at him. The guard was forced back into the wall as bullets riddled his body. Connors took out two more guards. Claire pulled out her Beretta and nailed another.
"Only three more." Scott said, moving next to Rebecca. He fired off a few round and brought down another guard. "Well, two more now."
Rebecca rolled her eyes and looked at Chris, who was still holding his wounded are. "We need to end this so I can get to Chris."
Meanwhile, Chris gripped his SPAZ-12 and made his move. He popped up from his position and caught the remaining two guards by surprise. He quickly pumped out several shots, taking his opponents down. Rebecca ran over to Chris and looked at his arm. "It's only a scratch." Chris said.
"Still, you need to have that wound taken care of." Rebecca replied. She opened her first-aid kit and took out some gauze.
As Rebecca was taking care of Chris, Jill was leering at Carlos, who was just sitting on the floor. She walked over and whacked him in the head. "WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED? CHRIS ASKED YOU TO COVER HIM! HE COULD HAVE BEEN KILLED!"
"So?" Carlos asked. "You think I care?"
Jill resisted blowing his head off. "If this is about me, get over it. The next time I see you do something like that, I will kill you myself."
Chris walked over to Carlos, glaring at him. "I told you to cover me. Why the hell didn't you do that?"
Carlos didn't reply and turned his head.
"Hey, knock it off." Connors said. "We still have to get out of here. Whatever problems you have with each other can wait. Scott, set the timer."
Scott walked over and pushed a button on the bomb. "Time to get out of this place."
Connors started for the door. "Let's move out." The group left the power room and followed the same path they had taken before. As they exited the stairwell, several guards met them. "Claire, Rebecca, clear them out."
The two women burst out of the door and aimed their grenade launchers at the guards. Some of the men turned and ran. The women fired a shot each. The rounds exploded, killing or wounding the remaining guards. "All clear." Claire said.
As the rest of the group emerged from the stairwell, Scott caught up to Rebecca. "Nice shot Becky. I say I am impressed."
"Flattery will get you nowhere." Rebecca replied, pulling away from him.
The group exited the building and ran into the trees. About three minutes later the building exploded in a huge fireball. Everyone was knocked down from the concussion wave. They then shielded themselves as debris raining down on them.
Chris turned to Connors. "What kind of bomb was that?"
"High yield C4." Connors replied. "It's what the military uses when they clear buildings." He picked himself off the ground and headed in the direction of the vans. "Come on, we have a lot of things to discuss. Barry and the others should get here in a couple of hours. We'll have our meeting when they arrive." The rest of the team followed Connors, leaving the smoldering remains of the former Umbrella plant.
Umbrella HQ. Paris, France.
Mr. Umbrella looked over the report for the third time. He still could not believe what had happened a few hours ago. "Those damn bastards. If they think they can destroy one of my facilities and get away with it, then they are seriously mistaken." He pressed the button for his secretary. "Where are those imbeciles?"
"They're on their way in." Came the reply.
Umbrella leered at the group as they entered. "I have been waiting fifteen minutes. What took you so long?"
"Well," Mike began, "we were eating lunch when we were called."
"And why is that an excuse for you being late?" Umbrella asked, his tone harsh.
"Because we were having our own meeting." Mike replied. "We were discussing the failed attempt to take out the survivors in Rome."
Mr. Umbrella turned his attention to Hunk. "And just how did you succeed in fucking up?"
"They knew we were there." Hunk said.
Umbrella slammed his desk with his fist. "You had the element of surprise. There should have been no way that they could have known you were coming. The should be dead instead of blowing up my facilities." He shook his finger at Hunk. "Do you have any idea what that facility produced. Vital chemicals, that's what."
"They must have had someone watching for trouble." Hunk said. "All I know was when my men entered that facility, all but four walked out, including myself. I tell you, if I didn't know better they must be military. They knew what they were doing. They even had an evacuation plan. I was totally unprepared for their abilities."
Umbrella retrieved a cigar from his desk and snipped off the top. "I knew it, the U.S. government did sent someone to investigate us."
"Not just any group." Mike said. "I just got word from one of my contacts. The people you sent Hunk to kill were part of the government's group. But it's not just any group, it's a Black Ops group."
"Jesus Christ." Nicholai said. "We're up against a Black Ops team. The U.S. only used those types of teams for the most important of missions. From what I heard, those teams always complete their objectives."
Ada leaned against the wall. "And the other people we're looking for are now part of that team. We won't be able to beat them now."
Mike looked at Ada and laughed. "The super spy seems to have lost her nerve. I only knew it was a matter of time."
Umbrella lit his cigar. "Listen up, we're going to kill them. We still have numbers on our side. I want Hunk, Ada, and Nicholai to go to the U.S. and put a stop to this Black Ops group once and for all."
"What about me?" Mike asked.
Umbrella stuck the cigar in his mouth and pointed at Mike. "I want you to stay here. If any of your contacts can pinpoint our enemies' location I want to be the first to know. I also want you to overlook the final development of our new weapon."
Mike shivered. He hated the bio-weapons. "Yes sir."
Umbrella flicked some ashes into his half-full ashtray. "And another thing, I got a message from one of our spies. Seems that Genoas has a couple of people in charge of handling us. From what I here, one of them may be Wesker."
"Wesker." Nicholai growled. "I knew he would be one of them. What about the others?"
"So far I don't have that information." Umbrella replied. "But what I do know is that after you take care of business of the U.S., you will deal with these people. Genoas is not going to screw me out of this business. We were here first and we will not back down for anyone. Genoas will have to learn that the hard way. Nor will they steal our research."
"What do you mean?" Ada asked.
"Let's just say that that information is none of your concern." Umbrella said, flicking still more ashes. "All you should concentrate on is destroying your enemies. Now go, you leave on a private jet in two hours. Report to me when you arrive at the base."
"And where is this base?" Nicholai asked.
"Northern Mississippi." Umbrella answered. "I suggest that this time you be prepared for anything. I don't want another repeat of Rome."
"Yes Sir." Hunk said. He left the room, followed by Nicholai and Ada.
"It's too bad that I won't be there to kill Chris Redfield." Mike said.
Umbrella put out his cigar. "Life is full of disappointments. Now get down to the labs."
Hunk held the small of his back as he walked down the hall towards the elevator. Nicholai walked up next to him. "Are you still hurting?" The Russian asked.
"The hell do you think." Hunk growled. "I got thrown into a wooden crate. Guy that kicked my ass, he looked familiar. About my size, black hair, brown eyes, I swear I saw him somewhere before. The girl that was there looked familiar too."
"Do you think it was Jill Valentine?" Nicholai asked.
"No, this girl had long hair tied in a ponytail." Hunk said. Suddenly it hit him. "Shit, she was the woman that got captured here a few weeks ago. Claire Redfield. And the guy, he must have been her brother. I got my ass kicked by Chris Redfield." He slammed the wall with his hand. "I can't believe it."
"You shouldn't underestimate your opponents." Nicholai said. "I though that Valentine was weak, but she surprised even me. However, the next time we meet them it will be different."
During the conversation Ada kept back. Her feelings had returned and continued to gnaw at her conscience. Now one question bounced inside her head. If and when she saw Leon, what would she do?
Black Ops 6 hideout. Outside Nashville, Tennessee.
"All right, let's get started." Connors had everyone seated around a large, round table in a meeting room. It was one of eight rooms on the first floor. The hideout was a large ranch that sat back from the main highway on its own dirt road. There were several parking spaces to the side of the house. A porch spanned the front of the house. The front door opened into a waiting room. Going clockwise the rooms ran as followed. A dining room, a good-sized kitchen, a living room with TV and VCR, a sitting room, the meeting room where the group was sitting now, a gun room, and finally a lounge where the laptops were. A staircase from the sitting room ran upstairs, were several bedrooms were. The sleeping arrangements had remained the same as before. The back door led out to a small porch and followed a path into the woods where two helicopters sat, ready for use in case of attack. Back in the house Connors was going over what had happened a few hours earlier. Barry, Ark, and Heather had arrived just an hour ago. "For the most part the attack went well. However, I have noticed several major problems. One involves Carlos, Chris, and Jill. Now whatever little drama you three have going on means nothing to me. But when it begins to cause problems during a mission and jeopardizes others I care. I don't care what you do; just make sure we never have a repeat of today. As for Leon and Ark, you better sort out your problem before you get someone hurt because you have a problem with each other. Scott, I don't care what woman you hit on, just don't do it during a mission. Face it; if we're going to do our job and take down both Umbrella and Genoas, we need to work as a team. That won't happen unless you settle any problems you may have with each other. We'll meet back here in one hour. Dismissed." The group left the room and split off. Connors watched them walk off.
Marcus approached Connors. "Not what you expected, huh Tom?"
"I never expected to have this much trouble." Connors replied. "I should have waited until these people sorted out their problems. We almost lost Chris today cause of what happened a few days ago."
"You seem very concerned with Redfield's safety. Why is that? "Marcus asked.
Connors got up and walked to a window. "He's one of the original S.T.A.R.S. members. He's very valuable to our cause. Besides, I'm worried about the safety of the whole group. You should know that I put the team before the mission."
"Like in Panama." Marcus said. "I remember that clearly. We could have destroyed the plant, but you chose to withdraw because Umbrella reinforcements were on their way. I assume you will do the same thing with our new group?"
Connors nodded. "I will. That's why I need these people to get along with each other. I just hope they can."
Carlos sat on one of the chairs set up on the front porch. He was thinking about what Connors had said and was going over the events in his head. At first he was glad that he did it, Chris had stolen Jill from him. But now he started to regret it. "Why did I do that? Chris could have gotten killed and Jill would have hated me for the rest of her life. God Carlos, you are so stupid." He heard the door open and looked over to see Chris walking over to him. "What the hell go you want?"
Chris took a seat in the chair next to Carlos. "About what happened today…"
"Don't start on it." Carlos said. "I know I shouldn't have done it."
"I was going to say that we should just forget about it." Chris said. "Besides, I wasn't hurt that bad. In fact, if I was in your shoes, I probably would have done the same thing."
"Is that all?" Carlos asked.
Chris shook his head. "I wanted to talk about what happened in Rome between us. I kind of understand why you reacted that way."
"No shit." Carlos said. "How did you expect me to react? I saw someone I thought was in love with me getting kissed by another man. Did you expect me to be all happy about it? I felt angry and hurt."
"I guess we should have told you from the start." Chris said. "And if you really want to know, I did ask her if she was involved with you. I also would have backed off if she were. It would have killed me inside, but I would have done it for her happiness."
Carlos sighed. "And should have gotten the message. She told me flat out, and I thought she meant what I wanted it to mean. I guess I should accept it, but don't think for one minute this makes us friends."
"I'm not looking to be friends." Chris said. "All I want is to know that next time you'll cover my back. Connors is right; we can't let our personal problems get in the way of completing a mission. All I'm asking is that we let this thing go and forget about what happened. Do you think you can do that?"
"I'll try." Carlos replied. "But I'm not promising anything."
Chris nodded and got up. "I'm glad we straightened this out." Chris went back in the house, leaving Carlos alone once more.
Ark was sitting at his computer shifting through the files. He had decided to get a little work done before the next meeting. While he was working, he noticed someone's reflection in the monitor. He turned around and saw Leon standing behind him. "Hey Leon, what's up?"
"I have to know something." Leon replied. "Why didn't you tell me you were working for these people? How did you get working for these people in the first place?"
Ark rubbed his eyes before he started. "It was about two, maybe three weeks after I got out of Sheena Island with Lott and Lily. Umbrella had been after us that whole time. We had to keep moving from place to place just to stay one step ahead. It was really hard on the children."
"I know what you mean." Leon said. "Sherry and I had to do the same thing. Only difference is that we had to go through that longer than you had to. So when did you meet Connors.
"That's just it, I didn't meet Connors at first." Ark said. "We were in Naples when we were attacked. Umbrella had us cornered until Heather arrived. She saved us and took us to Rome. That's were I learned that these guys were looking for any survivors of Umbrella's accidents and discovered that I was one of them. I also found out that this group had been following me for some time. Connors offered me a job in helping him track down the other survivors."
"So why didn't you tell me this?" Leon asked. "You should have at least called me and told me that you were alive."
"I wanted to, but Connors said that contacting you was too risky." Ark replied. "He couldn't risk letting Umbrella know that we were looking for you. He wanted to keep our presence as low-key as possible. I'm sorry, but I had my orders. If Connors had let me, I would have called you the day I joined his group."
Leon understood Ark's situation. Now one more question had to be answered. "Were you the one that called me in Richmond?"
"No, that was Sam." Ark replied. "I was, however, the one that found out where you were. Umbrella had you under surveillance for a couple of days. I also found out where Barry was. Sam was already in the U.S. to pick up Barry when we found out that Umbrella was going in for you. Sam got sent to your apartment and I called Barry up and told him where to meet you and Sam. The fact that we got all of you at the same time was really dumb luck."
"I'm just glad that you're alive." Leon said, slapping his friend on the shoulder. "I guess I shouldn't have given you such a hard time. I should be glad that you found out where I was or Sherry and I would be dead."
"Don't mention it Leon." Ark said. "After all, what are friends for?"
"So, how exactly did you get pulled into this whole mess?" Claire asked Samantha, taking a sip of her iced tea. She, Jill, Heather, and Samantha were in the kitchen. They had decided to use the time to get better acquainted with each other. They were now discussing how they had each got involved in the battle.
Samantha leaned on the counter and tried to think were to start. "Well, I was in the FBI ever since I was twenty. I quit after a raid on some weapons smugglers went wrong and my partner got killed. I was soon approached by my old boss and was told that the Government had requested my services. Seems that the smugglers we tried to bust were linked to Umbrella. The company had turned to the black market for its weapons. Since I was in charge of the investigation and I was good at intelligence gathering, I was assigned to the team. Ever since I joined I have been gathering information on Umbrella. In fact, I got the map for the facility you guys hit this morning."
"How about you Heather?" Jill asked. "How'd you get stuck in this mess?"
As you know, I was a Navy SEAL." Heather said. "My father was in the Navy so I decided to follow. I was one of the best, and that pissed off a lot of the men in my team. After a while I started getting harassed. I left about two weeks after you got out of the Spencer Mansion. I got called in around the same time Samantha did. My job was basically infiltration. I also had the job of bringing in Ark."
"Hey Claire." Samantha said. "How did you get caught up in this?"
"I was starting my second year of college when I lost contact with my brother." Claire said. "I got to Raccoon City only to find it full of zombies and I escaped with Sherry."
"I believe she's the girl that was with Leon?" Heather asked.
"Yep." Claire replied. "Anyway, I continued to look for Chris and even broke into Umbrella's HQ. I got caught and was taken to Rockfort. I got out with another prisoner but we were sent to Antarctica were Chris came and rescued me."
"The other prisoner was Steve, right?" Jill asked. Claire nodded.
"What happened to him?" Heather asked.
Claire fought back tears. "Alexia turned him into a monster. I had to kill him."
Samantha put her hand on Claire's shoulder. "You did him a favor."
"I know." Claire said, feeling a little better.
Heather turned to Jill. "What's your story?"
Jill took a sip from her glass and set it on the counter. "Like you may know by now I was in Delta. I was also one of the most respected members in my squad. Around two years before this all started I was sent to the S.T.A.R.S. organization. I got put in Raccoon City and after that I was involved with the Spencer Mansion incident as well as the outbreak in Raccoon itself. After I escaped I started looking for Chris, just like Claire."
"You're lucky to have a stud like him." Samantha said. "He sure is handsome."
Jill laughed. "It's not just looks. I found that out in school. He's a nice guy. He's funny, caring, sweet, dependable, everything you could want in a guy." Jill turned to Samantha. "Are you interested in any guys?"
Samantha smiled. "You shouldn't be asking me, you should be asking Heather. I think she has a thing for Ark."
"I do not." Heather said. "I'm already taking crap from Scott. I don't need any from you."
The women continued their conversation, acting like a bunch of old friends.
Rebecca sat on the steps of the back porch, looking at the sky. Scott came out of the house and sat down next to her. "See any animals yet?" Scott asked playfully.
"A dog and a cow." Rebecca said sarcastically.
Scott clutched his chest. "That really hurt. You think you could take a joke. I'm just trying to be nice."
Rebecca turned to Scott. "I came out her to be alone. I don't want your company right now."
"Are you still bummed about what happened today?" Scott asked.
"Yes." Rebecca replied. "Chris got hurt today. Yeah, it was just a scratch, but it could have been worse."
"Things will be different next time." Scott said. "As soon as everything is fine we will take Umbrella apart and kick their ass for good. After that we destroy Genoas. Then we go to Disneyworld."
Rebecca sighed. "If you're trying to hit on me, you're doing a terrible job. You should really stop while you're ahead."
Scott scratched his head. "OK, so I'll stop trying to woo you. But I do mean it when I say that we will stop Umbrella." Scott motioned to the house. "Tom says he has all these spies that give him all this information. Before getting you guys, we took out several key facilities of both companies. Hell, we'll know what those pricks are thinking before they do. This will all be over before you know it."
"I wish I could be as optimistic as you." Rebecca said. "I have a feeling things are going to get ugly."
Scott made a bold move and put his arm around Rebecca. "Don't worry Becky, I'll watch your back."
Rebecca got pissed and elbowed him in the side. "I think I'll be sleeping downstairs tonight." She got up and went back inside the house.
Scott stared at the back door, a little shaken up by what happened. "Why'd she go and do that for?"
Barry walked into the meeting room and sat down next to Connors, who was resting his head on the table. "Tom, I need to ask you something."
Connors picked his head up and looked at Barry. "What is it?"
"What are we going to do now?" Barry asked. "Are we going to attack another facility or just lay low for awhile?"
"You'll find out in a few minutes." Connors replied. But I don't think that was what you wanted to ask me. I think you want to know how long this will last."
Barry was amazed by what Connors had said. "How did you know I was going to ask you that?"
"Advantage of spending half your life in the CIA." Connors replied. "After a while you can tell what a person is thinking just by the way his voice sounds of his body language. Why do you want to know?"
"I told Kathy that I would call her tonight and tell her how long I would be away." Barry said. "I told my girls that I wouldn't be gone for long."
Connors took a deep breath. "Truth is I don't know how long this will go. May be a couple of weeks, may be a couple of years. When I took this assignment I was told that this mission might take a long time to complete. I suggest that you tell your family that you're not sure how long you'll be gone. Besides, I plan on letting you go back to your family periodically. Don't worry about it."
Barry felt a bit better. The news that he would be able to see his wife and kids from time to time was reassuring. "Thanks Tom." Barry said.
"Don't mention it." Connors replied.
Everyone settled down as Connors rose to speak. "All right, I have some more news. I found out that Genoas also has a team assembled to take care of Umbrella and us. I know who's on it, but I don't know they're going after Umbrella or if they're coming after us."
"Who's on the team?" Claire asked.
"The ex-S.T.A.R.S. should know the first man." Connors replied. "Albert Wesker.
Barry and Rebecca couldn't believe the news. "I thought Wesker was dead?" Barry said.
"He's alive and kicking." Chris said. "I ran into him in Antarctica. I thought the nuke I dropped on the base would have finished him off. Guess I was wrong."
"Who's this Wesker guy?" Heather asked.
"The asshole that betrayed our whole team in that mansion." Jill said. "He worked for Umbrella and was made head of the S.T.A.R.S. to make sure Umbrella's secrets in Raccoon stayed secret. I thought Wesker was dead too until Chris told me."
"So what happened?" Ark asked.
Chris decided to answer because he had seen what happened first-hand. "We were called to search the woods around Raccoon. Bravo's copter went down, probably sabotaged by Wesker. Alpha went in after. We were attacked by dogs and ran to the mansion. The only member of Bravo we found was Becky. After that Wesker locked Jill up, forced Barry to betray us by threatening his family, and shot Becky. I ended up confronting him in the main lab where he activated the Tyrant. While he was staring at the thing I tried to wrestle the gun from him. I failed and he was about to kill me when the Tyrant impaled him with its claw. Add to that the mansion blowing up and there seemed like no way that he could have survived. We were wrong because he showed up later in Antarctica, where I assumed that he was killed again."
"Bastard must have nine lives." Scott said.
"That's just one." Connors said. "The other is Eliza Walker, formally of Umbrella. From what I was told, she was a researcher in the Spencer Mansion. From this I believe that she helped Wesker escape. She also worked on several projects as a lab assistant. I wouldn't consider her as much a threat as Wesker. That's the only people that I was told about. I'm assuming that others will be added."
"Double trouble." Leon said. "What do we do?"
Connors looked out the window. "We wait and see who Genoas goes after."
Genoas Corp. HQ. Tokyo, Japan.
Wesker, Eliza, and Brigit were standing in Philips' office. Both Wesker and Eliza had on dark sunglasses. Philips was seated at his desk and began the meeting. "We have many things to discuss and not a lot of time." Philips said. "First thing is the progress with the T-Veronica virus. How soon till completion Dr. Grant?"
"Things are going slow but steady." Brigit replied. "A couple of more weeks and the virus should be ready to use on test subjects."
"Very well." Philips said. He turned to Wesker and Eliza. "As for you two, there is the matter of your job. Recently I found out that Umbrella had another of their facilities destroyed by this other group. The question is whether we strike Umbrella or this other enemy."
"I think that we should stick to Umbrella." Wesker said.
"And why do you think we should?" Philips asked.
"Simple concepts of military strength." Wesker began. "If we target this little army and crush it, we still have to deal with Umbrella who is very powerful. However, if we destroy Umbrella first, we'll only have to deal with a pathetically weak enemy that we can easily beat."
"I like your idea Wesker." Philips said. "Now I know why I got you. Very well, we'll concentrate on Umbrella. With two enemies attacking him, Mr. Umbrella won't stand a chance. His organization will crumble and I will take Umbrella's place. Victory will be ours. Dismissed."
The threesome left the office. As Wesker and Eliza were walking off, Brigit stopped them. "Tell me Eliza, how have you been feeling since your operation?"
Eliza removed her shades. Her eyes were exactly like Wesker's. "I feel fine. It took me a while to get used to me new strength but I'm getting the hang of things."
"Good." Brigit said. "Another success. You should be all set for your mission."
"One more thing." Eliza said. "I can wear contacts, right. I don't want anyone to know about what happened to me."
Brigit nodded. "If you want. I suggest that you think of doing that too Wesker. You look ridiculous in those glasses."
"You know, you're the only one that thinks that." Wesker said coyly. Brigit growled and walked away. "What a bitch." He muttered.
"It's not nice to say that Wesker." Eliza said, smiling ear to ear.
Wesker laughed. Eliza was already using her improved senses. "I have a feeling that you will adapt very nicely."
Underground parking structure. Genoas HQ.
Kennings nervously scanned the parking lot. He had been standing here for twenty minutes. "Where is she? She said she'd be here by now." Night was just setting and most of the employees had gone home. The parking structure was nearly vacant. "If she's not here in ten seconds I'm leaving."
"Don't you have any patience?" Brigit asked, walking up behind Kennings and almost giving him a heart attack.
"What the hell is wrong with you Grant?" Kennings said. "This is no time to play games."
"Settle down." Brigit said. "Philips has decided to attack Umbrella. I believe that our actions will be monitored for some time. Until things lighten up we better lay low for the time being. I'll tell you when we move."
Kennings grabbed her arm. "You better know what you're doing. I don't want to die."
Brigit knocked his hand off her arm. "Do what I say and you won't. Goodnight Dr. Kennings. I'll see you tomorrow." Brigit walked off towards her car.
"Why did I even agree to this?" Kennings asked himself. Looking around one more time, he started for his car.
Umbrella base, Northern Mississippi.
Ada sat at the kitchen table, a cup of coffee in front of her. She was currently in the Umbrella base, which was a large farm. The farmhouse was small and had a kitchen, living room, dining room, and a few bedrooms and bathroom upstairs. Behind the farmhouse was a large barn. She, Hunk, Nicholai, and the other solders had arrived last night. It was decided that they get some sleep and conduct their business the next day. Nicholai, Hunk, and Ada had stayed in the farmhouse while the other solders slept in the barn. Nicholai had gotten up early and started to pinpoint possible locations of the enemy base with a map. Hunk had also gotten up early and was checking weapons. The solders were busy exercising, checking weapons with Hunk, or sitting around talking. Ada had distanced herself from the others, mainly because she wasn't used to military operations and assumed that she would just get in the way. The other reason was her feelings. She had had a nightmare during the night. In it she either had to choose Leon or her old self. She had chosen herself and was forced to shoot Leon. She had woken up just as the bullet hit his chest. She felt a tear slid down her check. She wiped it away as Hunk walked in. "Finally came in for something to eat?" Ada asked, trying to sound normal.
"I could really to for some bacon and eggs, but commando boy in there might disapprove." Hunk replied, pointing to the dining room.
"I heard that." Came Nicholai's irritated voice.
Hunk laughed and got some coffee. "That man is too uptight. He should really loosen up." Hunk noticed Ada's sorrowful behavior. "Still freaked out by that bad dream you had last night?"
"Huh?" Ada asked.
"Your nightmare." Hunk replied. "Don't feel bad, I've had then myself. Birkin almost did me in for good. I'm lucky to have survived that attack, let alone gotten out of the city. Don't worry, you'll soon stop having them."
"I'm more worried about when we attack that Black Ops group." Ada said.
Hunk chuckled. "Come on Ada, look at us. You got The Death, the Russian, and twenty men ready to go. All you have to do is stick by one of us and you'll be fine." Hunk started for the dining room. "Besides, it my take our fearless leader a while to even find their base." Hunk walked into the dining room, where Nicholai was hunched over a map covered with circles and lines. "How goes the search?"
Nicholai didn't bother to look up. "A lot faster if you did not bother me."
"You know, we could always wait until Mike calls and tells us where those Ops guys are." Hunk said.
Nicholai looked up at Hunk. "I heavily question Burns' informants. I believe that we shouldn't trust a couple of people who are doing this just for money. I also believe in traditional means of finding enemies."
Hunk chuckled. "The solder's solder. Man, you have to stop living in the past. This is the 90s. How do you think we even knew where those survivors were in the first place? We sure as hell didn't have some yahoo hovering over a map guessing where they might be."
"This time we don't have the luxury of following credit card receipts and airport records." Nicholai said. "All we know is that they attacked a certain place. There is only so far they could have gone by both air and ground. All we have to do is determine the maximum distance they could have traveled and search within that area."
"Unless the took a plane and flew out of the Southwestern part of the country. For all we know, they could be back in Europe."
Nicholai shook his head. "A check of all the airports in this region shows that no large group left the country recently."
"Come on Nicholai." Hunk said. "They may be gone and we're wasting our time."
Suddenly one of the solders came running into the farmhouse. "Sir, we have a message from Burns. He said that he learned of the location of the enemy. It's a large ranch outside of Nashville. We have the coordinates and the go-ahead from Mr. Umbrella to attack."
Hunk turned to Nicholai, a big grin on his face. "What do we do Nicholai?"
Nicholai threw down his pencil. "We go in." He walked to the kitchen. "Ada, get ready. We're going to attack."
Ada nodded. She waited until the men left before slowly getting up. "What am I going to do?" She left the house to join the others.
"So what do we do?" Hunk asked. He, Nicholai, and Ada were sitting in the back of one of two military trucks. "Do we have a plan or are we just improvising?"
"We storm the front of the building and place men in the rear to prevent escape." Nicholai said. "You can kill whoever you like, but leave Valentine and Olivera to me. I have some personal business with them."
Hunk turned to Ada. "Ada, stick by me and do what I say. Got it?"
"Yes." Ada replied. "Are we taking any prisoners?"
Nicholai shook his head. "Are job is to kill all of them. There will be no mercy."
Black Ops 6 hideout. Outside Nashville, Tennessee.
Scott walked down the stairs and stretched. He walked through the living room to get to the kitchen and saw Rebecca stretched out on the sofa. As he entered the kitchen he found Chris, Claire, Samantha, Marcus, and Jill, who both looked as if they had just ran a mile, sitting at the kitchen table. "I see Rebecca slept downstairs last night."
"She did." Samantha replied. "So that leaved one question, what the hell did you say to her this time?"
"I just tried to lift her spirits." Scott said. "She just took it the wrong way."
"Sure." Marcus said sarcastically. "And what pick-up line did you use this time?"
"Are you trying to hit on Becky?" Jill asked.
"Yes." Scott replied. "But come on, she's a knockout. And in the past few days I found out that she's nice and caring and funny and smart. She's all I've looked for in a girl. Don't tell me you two guys wouldn't be making passes at her."
"I'm not going to answer that question." Chris said. "I've already been through that."
Jill giggled. "That's because Becky had a crush on Chris. The first time she saw him I though she was going to faint. I'll admit that the way she looked at him made me jealous."
"Maybe that's why she's shooting you down." Claire said. "Poor Becky hasn't gotten over the fact that Jill got Chris instead of her."
Scott sighed and walked over to the counter to get some coffee. "So what's up with you two?" He asked, pointing to Jill and Marcus. "You guys look like you ran a marathon."
"I decided to have a little race with Miss Delta down the driveway." Marcus said. "I do believe that I won."
"I let you win." Jill said. "I could have been heading back by the time you got to the end of the road."
Scott got his coffee and headed for the porch. No sooner had he left that Rebecca shambled in. "Hi guys."
"We were just talking about you." Samantha said.
"I know." Rebecca said. "I heard."
"So what exactly did he say?" Marcus asked.
Rebecca opened the refrigerator and got out some orange juice. "It's not what he said, it's more like what he did." She got a glass out of the cupboard and poured some juice into it. "He put his arm around me and I hit him in the ribs."
Claire stared blackly at Rebecca. "You're pissed at him for putting his arm around you? I've kicked guys asses for doing worse."
"You've kicked guys asses for doing less." Chris said.
"Shut up." Claire snapped back. "Anyway, you should be flattered that he's paying attention to you. And if you can't handle him making passes at you, you won't survive the real world where guys will be hitting on you constantly."
"It's not like I don't like it, but I just think it's the right time." Rebecca said. "I should really apologize for hitting him."
"If you want him, I think he went out on the porch." Samantha said.
Rebecca left the kitchen and went out onto the porch. She found Scott standing at the steps staring down the road. "See any animals yet?"
Hey Becky." Scott said. "I didn't expect you to be talking to me so soon."
"I thought that I should have apologized for hitting you. Do you really think I'm a knockout?"
Scott froze. "You heard that?"
"Yea." Rebecca said. "I'm a light sleeper."
"I have two things to say. One, I forgive you. Second, I do think you're a knockout." Scott took a sip of his coffee and stared out at road again.
Rebecca smiled. "Thanks for both. You know, when I was in the S.T.A.R.S. all the guys would pay attention to Jill. They never even looked at me. The only ones who did were Chris and Barry. That's when I got a crush on Chris. He was so nice to me. I'm kind of disappointed that Jill got him instead of me. Oh well, there's plenty more fish in the sea." She waited for Scott to say something, but he didn't. She began to get mad. "Are you listening to me?" She turned to Scott and saw him still staring down the road. This time his eyes were wide open and his breathing had quickened. "What's wrong?" Rebecca asked.
"Get back in the house and wake up the others." Scott said. "I think we may be having company."
Rebecca looked down the road and saw nothing. Then she heard it, the sound of motors coming towards the house. Rebecca ran back inside the house followed by Scott, who headed for the stairs. She burst into the kitchen. "Someone's coming. I don't know who, but I don't think they're friendly."
"I'll go start up the helicopter." Marcus said. "That way if there is trouble we can get out pronto." Marcus ran towards the back door while the others got up and ran to the gunroom. By the time Connors and the others had gotten down, Chris, Jill, Samantha, Claire, and Rebecca had taken defensive positions at the windows.
"What's going on?" Connors asked.
"Becky and I were on the porch when I heard vehicles approaching." Scott said.
"Marcus went out to start the copters." Rebecca added.
Connors took a MP5 and slammed a clip into it. "Someone cover the back of the building and some of you get upstairs." Connors turned to Rebecca and Scott, who were huddled together by a window. "Nice jobs guys."
"Thanks." Scott said.
The trucks roared up to the house. One stopped in front and the other circled to the back. The trucks stopped and the men unloaded. Nicholai, Hunk, and Ada jumped out of the truck that pulled up behind the house and took cover behind it. "Looks like we have them by surprise." Nicholai said. "ATTACK!" The men rushed the building, firing their weapons. Their fire was answered by a volley of gunfire from the house, taking out two men from the group attacking the front and three from the group attacking the back. "Dammit." Nicholai spat.
"They must have heard us coming." Hunk said.
"Wait until our men enter the house." Nicholai ordered. "I'll wait outside in case they try to run."
By this time the Umbrella solders had reached the house. The four men entered the front door. Chris and Jill upended the dining room table to use as a shield. The ducked behind it as the Umbrella solders fired at them. Chris returned fire with his MP5 and took out one. Jill fired her M16 and took out another. Jill got back behind the table and caught movement from outside the window. She turned and fired, taking down two more solders.
"Good one Jill." Chris said.
Jill smiled. "It was nothing."
On the other side Scott and Rebecca were in the lounge busy fending off the remaining solders. Becky was crouched behind a chair set against the window while Scott took cover to the right of the door. Rebecca fired her Beretta and hit one solder in the shoulder. Scott popped out and took down the solders with close-range blasts from his SPAZ-12.
"Did we get them all?" Rebecca asked. Suddenly an Umbrella solder dived through the window and tackled Rebecca.
"GET OFF HER!" Scott yelled. He cracked the man in the head with the butt of his shotgun and fired a blast into the man, killing him. "You OK?" Scott asked Rebecca, helping her up. She responded by pointing her pistol at him and firing, the bullet flying by his head. He turned and watched the final solder drop, a hole in his head. "Nice one."
"Thanks." Rebecca replied.
Meanwhile, the other solders had breached the back door. Three men ran up the stairs while the others stayed downstairs. Two of them went after Claire and Samantha. Not finding any cover in the living room, that women ran into the kitchen. Samantha took position to the right of the door while Claire ran for the refrigerator. She pulled open the door and ducked behind it, using it as a shield. The two solders fired at Claire, their bullets pinging off the refrigerator door. Claire waited for a lull before opening the door the rest of the way and firing her Beretta. She hit one of the men in the chest, dropping him. She pulled the door back as the other man reloaded and firing. He then ran into the kitchen, only to have Samantha take off his head with a shot from her .45.
"Nice trick with the door." Samantha said.
Claire shut the battered door. "Saw someone do it in a movie once."
The other two men stormed the meeting room. Connors took cover behind a bookcase set against the wall. Carlos ducked into the gunroom. Both men fired at Connors, bullets ripping apart the bookcase. Carlos dove out of the gunroom and landed behind the table. He fired his M16 at the enemies' legs, hitting both men in the knees. The men dropped their weapons and clutched their leg wounds. Connors stepped out from behind the bookcase and cut down the men with his MP5.
Connors changed his clip. "Marcus better have those helicopters ready to go. This may only be the first wave."
"You may be right." Carlos said, picking himself off the floor. "But if any more come in, we can take em."
The remaining three solders raced up the stairs. At the top of the stairs a banister rounded the stairwell and two halls shot off to the left and right. One man took the right hall and the other two took the left hall. The lone solder made his way down the hall, opening doors and checking the rooms. He was about to open a door when it opened itself. The man stood there staring at Ark and Heather, who were armed with shotguns.
"Hi." Heather said as she and Ark leveled their shotguns at the man's chest and fired. The man was sent backwards where he fell and slumped against the opposite wall, his chest shredded.
The other two solders turned to see what happened. As they did Barry emerged from a room and shot one in the head with his magnum. Leon came out of another door and took the second man out with his VP 70.
"That was easy." Barry said.
Leon heard someone else coming up the stairs. "We got more company." He, Barry, Ark, and Heather ducked back inside their rooms, just as Ada and Hunk reached the top of the stairs.
Hunk saw the bodies of the dead solders. "This looks bad. Be careful." He readied his M4A1 and headed down the right hall. Ada gripped her Sigpro and went down the left hall. Ada made it to the first body and bent down to look at it. She heard a door open and someone aiming a gun at her. She sprang up and pointed her gun at her enemy, only to find Leon looking at her.
"Leon." Ada gasped.
Leon was shocked as well. "Ada, you're alive. I thought you were dead."
Barry emerged from his room and saw Leon and Ada pointing guns at each other. "What the hell? Leon, shoot her."
Hunk turned and saw the standoff. "Shoot him Ada." He said.
Ada slowly pulled back the hammer and pressed her finger against the trigger. Her hands began to shake. Her eyes began to tear up as she wrestled with her emotions.
"ADA," Hunk yelled, "MAKE YOUR CHOICE, HIM OR THE MISSION!"
"Ada, don't do this." Leon said.
Ada took a deep breath. "I'm sorry." She turned and pointed her gun at Hunk. "But I'm through with this mission and Umbrella."
Hunk leered at Ada. "So be it Ada. You just dug your own grave." He aimed his rifle at Ada as Heather walked out of her hiding place. Hunk grabbed her and held her in front of him. "First I'll kill her, then you."
"Like hell you will." Heather said. She stomped hard on his foot. He screamed in pain and let her go. He went to shoot her, but Ark ran out of his room and nailed Hunk in the back of the head with his shotgun. "Thanks." Heather said.
"Now we're even." Ark replied.
Ada lowered her gun and turned to Leon, crashing into his arms. Leon wrapped his arms around her. "I thought you were dead."
"I should have been." Ada said softly.
Barry scratched his head. "Can someone tell me what the hell just happened?"
Leon let go of Ada and turned to Barry. "This is Ada Wong. I met her in Raccoon City."
"It's just Ada now." Ada said.
"HEY!" Ark called. "What do we about this guy?" Ark kicked Hunk, who was out cold. "Should we kill him?"
Ada shook her head. "Facing Mr. Umbrella is a fate worse than death. I say we get out of here."
Leon nodded. "Let's go. The others should have handled the rest of the solders by now." The small group left for the stairs, leaving Hunk unconscious.
The others had gathered around the stairs, waiting for the others. Leon came down with Ada behind him. Carlos recognized her. "Hey, she was the woman that ran up the stairs with the other guy. Is she our prisoner?"
"No." Leon replied. "She switched sides."
"Whoa." Samantha said. "I know that woman. Her name's Ada something. She's one of Umbrella's best spies. This might be a trick."
"It's not." Ada said. "I'm done with Umbrella."
"She's coming with us." Leon said.
Connors turned to Leon. "Fine, but since you insist, she your responsibility. Let's get out of here. Jill, Chris, you two take point."
Jill and Chris exited the door, only to have Nicholai bury the butt of his rifle in Chris' stomach and then pointing it at her head. Nicholai smiled as he saw the look of fear in her face. "It's been awhile, Miss Valentine. You may have beaten my troops, but you won't survive me. Now drop your weapon."
Jill complied and glared at Nicholai. "I should have known that you would wait until your solders did the dirty work. You should have been the first one in, but instead you hid like a coward while the others died, just like you did in Raccoon."
"Shut up." Nicholai spat. He peered inside at the others, who were helpless to do anything. "Won't it be a shame that all your friends will watch you die?"
"As soon as you kill her, you'll be next." Chris growled, holding his stomach.
"No I won't." Nicholai said. "I'll have you to kill next. I shall get rewarded for bringing down both you and Valentine. You two have been the most annoying, next to your sister and Mr. Olivera. Speaking of which, where is he?"
The window behind Nicholai exploded as Carlos crashed through. He rolled into a ready position and took aim. "Right here you son-of-a-bitch."
Nicholai turned and aimed his rifle. Carlos shot first, hitting Nicholai in his right leg. Jill picked up her M16 and whacked him in the back with it, sending him into the railing. Chris then got up and spun Nicholai around. He gave Nicholai a shot to the gut and a right cross. Nicholai fell to the ground, clasping his wounded leg.
Jill pointed her M16 at him. "Should we kill him?"
"Leave him." Connors said. "We better get out of here before any more solders arrive." The group quickly left the house and ran into the woods.
Nicholai pulled himself up and looked around. He then heard and saw two helicopters lift out of the trees and fly away. "Great." He moaned. He got to his feet and limped into the house. He wandered through the rooms, finding all the solders dead. He then climbed the stairs and saw the bodies lying on the floor. He then saw Hunk and walked up to him. "Not you too." He then heard Hunk moan. "Hunk, you're alive."
Hunk opened his eyes and rubbed the back of his head. "That bitch betrayed us."
"Who?" Nicholai asked. "Ada?"
"Who else." Hunk said. He got up and leaned against the wall for support. "I knew she would turn on us. When I talked to her in Paris I knew right then. I was all because of that cop."
Nicholai glared at Hunk. "That was something that could have been brought to my attention before we left the base."
"I'm sorry." Hunk said. "I would have had both those assholes if their friends didn't jump me."
"There's no use staying here." Nicholai said. "I suggest that we get back to base and report in." Nicholai watched Hunk descend the stairs. "Valentine, Olivera, Redfield, I swear, I will make you both pay for what you did to me, all of you." With that said, he descended the stairs.
Umbrella HQ. Paris, France.
Mr. Umbrella groaned as he hung up the phone. He had just received a report from Nicholai telling him that the operation was a complete failure. "I can't believe this. Not only are all the solders dead, Ada defected to the enemy. Can anything get any worse?"
"It appears that this Black Ops team aren't a couple of pushovers." Mike said.
"Can it Burns." Umbrella said. "I don't have time for any of your pathetic jokes. This latest loss is serious. Ada could tell them about our whole operation."
"I'm just saying that maybe for once we have adversaries worthy of battling." Mike said. "And besides, Ada knew jack shit about the whole operation. She just knows that we're making a new weapon. What she doesn't know is what. She won't be able to supply them with any information that could be useful. It might be stuff they already know."
Mr. Umbrella rubbed his forehead. "Speaking of our new weapon, I want you to go down to the lab and see how things are going."
"Yes Sir." Mike said. He left the office and started for the elevator. "I hate those fucking bio-weapons."
Mike entered the lab and wandered around. He came up to several cryo-tubs covered with frost. He stared at the labels under the glass. One read Hunter Beta. "Why the hell do I have to look after these freaks?"
"Because that's you job." Mike turned and stood in shock. Before him was a man in a white lab coat with brown hair and glasses. An ID card that was clipped to his coat read Professor. O'Riley. But that wasn't what shocked Mike. It was the thing standing next to O'Riley. It was a Tyrant that looked similar to a Nemesis, except its face was that of a Mr. X. O'Riley finished studying the chart he held in his hands. "Ah, Mike Burns, Umbrella's resident hit man. I suppose you can to check on my progress?"
Mike nodded. "So this must be the new weapon?"
"This is not a weapon." O'Riley said. "This is an incredible creature. It's perfect in every way."
"Too bad Umbrella spent so much time and effort for a big, disposable unit." Mike said.
O'Riley chuckled. "This Tyrant is not disposable. Those," He said, pointing to the cryo-tubes, "are disposable weapons. Hunters, Bandersnatches, Lickers, they are all mass-produced and sent out to be killed, only to be replaced by more. Even the other Tyrant classes were designed to fight until killed. But my Tyrant is different. It has one thing the other bio-weapons do not have, intelligence."
"So did the Nemesis." Mike said.
"Sure, the Nemesis had some intelligence." O'Riley said. "It knew who to go after. But still, all it knew how to do was attack until either it or its target was dead. This creature has true intelligence. It knows when and where to attack. It can evaluate the situation and act accordingly. It knows who its enemies are. When outnumbered it knows when to retreat. In other words, it can think and respond like a normal human."
Mike looked at the Tyrant. It stared back at him with an unfeeling stare. "How can you be so sure?"
"Because if I wasn't, I wouldn't have my creation just standing around." O'Riley said. "I would have it in cryostasis. For someone so smart, you ask the dumbest questions. Of coarse, to be a killer you don't have to be so intelligent."
Mike was beginning to get ticked off by O'Riley's remarks. "What I do is my business. I don't need some scientist to criticize me." Mike got in O'Riley's face. "In fact, I should beat the hell out of you for your rude comments."
The Tyrant growled at Mike. "I wouldn't suggest that." O'Riley said. "This Tyrant is a tad bit protective of me. If anyone dares to harm me this Tyrant will defend me. Plus, it will obey my commands. And in case you're questioning its combat efficiency, it can more than hold its own. It has enhanced strength, speed, and reflexes than the other Tyrants. In both palms there are tentacles, similar to the Nemesis. It also has tentacles attached to its right arm. In its left forearm are two two-foot claws that it can extend at will." He turned to the Tyrant. "Demonstrate."
The Tyrant raised its left are and clenched its fist. Soon two large claws erupted from its arm just above the wrist. The claws then shot back into its arm.
"As you can see, this Tyrant is perfect. I still need to finish some tests, but after that my creature should be ready for duty." O'Riley said.
Mike looked at the Tyrant and back to O'Riley. "You seem to have a very powerful creature at your control. You aren't planning on doing anything that could be considered traitorous, are you?"
O'Riley gave Mike a cold look. "Listen here, I know you don't trust me because of my comments regarding recent events. Well tough. I can't help it if I see something terribly wrong with this company committing blunders that led to the deaths of thousands of innocent people. I also can't help it if I see something morally wrong with extracting brain fluid for living children just for the purpose of making Tyrants. Just because I work for a company that makes biological weapons doesn't mean that I don't have a soul. And just to set the record straight, I don't trust you either. Anyone who takes pleasure in killing people is no better than the bio-weapons we produce. Now if you don't have anything else to say, please leave."
"I already found out all that I needed to know." Mike said. He turned and left the lab.
O'Riley turned to the Tyrant. "That is exactly the type of person I don't want you to be. Do you understand?" The Tyrant nodded its head. "Good. Now then, let's get something to eat. You are a growing boy."
Mr. Umbrella laughed to himself as he read the message. "Good, finally some welcome news." He looked up as Mike entered the room. "Burns, what is the word on the new weapon?"
"O'Riley still needs time to run a few tests." Mike replied. He noticed Umbrella's cheerful behavior. "My I ask why you're so happy? Just a minute ago you were fuming."
Umbrella waved a piece of paper. "I just received some very good news. My plant within Genoas has told me that things are going smoothly. We may be able to salvage this situation with Genoas and this Black Ops team yet."
"So what's the news?" Mike asked.
"It doesn't concern you." Umbrella replied. "All you should focus on is getting rid of this Black Ops group. Soon I will have the power to seek revenge on all those that are attempting to stop me. And when that time comes, Umbrella will be unstoppable."
Author's Comments: A lot more action than in the last chapter. Things
are getting interesting. Ada has switched over to the good guys, Umbrella has
forced the Black Ops team out of another hideout, Brigit continues to scheme,
Eliza is just like Wesker, and Umbrella has a new Tyrant. Whoa! How are these
developments going to impact future events? You'll just have to wait and see.
And what about the new Tyrant? If this thing can do what O'Riley says it can
do, someone is going to get fucked. Can the team trust Ada and how did Umbrella
know where the Black Ops team was? And what about the team's problems? These
questions will be answered as the story progresses. But the most important
question is whom does Mr. Umbrella have in Genoas? It can either be Wesker or
Brigit, or maybe someone else. Told you this would get complicated.
In the next chapter Umbrella and Genoas will go at it in an initial
bout. This will leave Black Ops 6 to watch from the sidelines. But everyone
knows that this is no spectator sport and Black Ops will get back into the mix.
Plus, other things happen that will make this story all the more interesting.
The bullets fly in Judgment Day: Chapter 4- Conglomerate Wars. See ya later.
