La Guardia Airport
New York

"What the hell is a piggyback slurp?" Sherry Birkin asked, thumbing through one of Seth's heavily technical notebooks. She could make sense of some of it, but when the manual hit things that were so amazingly complex she couldn't even begin to comprehend them, she asked Seth. Seth was about to answer, but Claire intervened.

"Sherry! I told you I did not wanting you using that gutter trash language!" Claire admonished, throwing a glare at Seth, who patiently waited for Claire to finish bitching Sherry out before continuing.
"A piggyback slurp is when two different computers are exchanging information and a third terminal between them would like to acquire some of that data. It may be illegal, but it is pretty much undetectable because it's premise is so simple. The third terminal enters in a code, links up with both of the other computers, and instantly makes a copy of the information. The reason you can do this for so long and not get caught is that the computer you're using fools the other two computers into thinking that yours is the one it is normally with, and you do the same with the other computer. Now-"
"Wait a sec. Explain that last part to me again." Sherry interrupted.
"Okay. Say there are two computers, one in L.A., the other here in N.Y.C., right?" he said.
"Right."
"Now let's say you're in Texas, alright?"
"Right."
"You insert the virus, and L.A. thinks you are N.Y.C., New York thinks you are L.A., and you know the other two are getting fucked up the ass."
"Seth!!" Claire said, acid etched into her words.
"Ohhhhhhhh!!!" Sherry said, getting the gist.
"You take data from both of them, hence 'slurp.' But you also sorat ride on their coattails, hence 'piggyback.' Get it?
"I get it!" she said, and then went to the bathroom.

"Good, she gets it." He said, smirking as he returned to the laptop. Claire got up huffily and stormed over to Seth, pointing at him in a demeaning manner. He looked up innocently.

"Look, little boy, you may have won the contest of Most Vulgar Mouth, but that does not mean you use it around my little girl! Do you get that, god dammit?!?" She said, heads from different seats turning around to see what the woman was screaming about. Seth leaned forward. And in a very quiet, calm manner, "I don't think you should be screaming. People come here to relax right before the flight. This is American Airline's Officers Club, you know. Also, your fly's unzipped."
Claire looked down, and realized he was right. She grew red from a combination of fury and embarrassment as she zipped up and stormed back over to Leon. "Have a nice day!" he called. Claire grew even more red and started mumbling of ways to kill Seth to herself. Leon patted her back affectionately.
"You know, he's not really that bad." He tried to console her.
"Yes, he is." Was the curt reply.
"No, the only thing wrong with him is he's a teenager, and they don't work well with others. At all. It will be the same with Sherry in a coupla years, you wait." Leon looked at Claire and could tell she didn't believe him.
"Gonna be the shocker of your life, to boot." He finished, leaning back into his seat. The intercom announced their flight was ready. The group stood up, picked up their bags, and marched onward into the plane, Jill and Chris holding hands.

A man waiting for the flight next to the group put down his newspaper, staring. He had a massive tattoo of a Jolly Roger on his forehead. He watched a man put a disk in his pocket, after removing it from the laptop. The man with the tattoo decided to check up on that later, snapping a picture with his Bond-type lapel pin attached to his coat. The man let his thoughts wander, a bit too long as the man with spiked brown hair saw him and his eyes widened. Shit, the man thought as Chris leaned down to talk to the other woman. She stiffened as he finished and stood back up. She turned around immediately and talked to the rest of the group. They nodded, and started to leave when a security officer came up to them. He talked to them for a few seconds, and then they started to follow him instead. The man got up and tried to follow them, but they were lost in the crowd. Shit! He thought again as his pace grew frantic. He had lost them! He couldn't believe how stupid he was. But he would find them.

Chris and the others walked through the various passageways of the airport, blindly following the security guard, who never lost pace in the winding passages. He had walked up to them and asked them to come with him. As Chris was nearly startled to death by the guy he had seen earlier, he quickly agreed, anxious to get away from the man, knowing who the man was. Eventually, the twists and turns ended in an interrogation room. Four men were waiting for them; two were zombies in cages. Chris instinctively pulled out his hidden Beretta from under the carry-on bag and shot one of them in the head before the security guard could backside him with the butt of his gun. Chris slumped to the ground. Sherry recoiled in horror, while Seth stayed where he was, but just barely. Leon pulled out his Desert Eagle, aimed it at the guard and pulled the trigger without a second thought; the guard's brain matter flew all over the quiet men sitting down and the zombie who was alive. The zombie licked his chops; getting all the brains and swallowing them greedily. He stuck his arms out and clutched Seth. Seth revealed a butterfly knife and sliced the zombie's wrist off before the zombie could pull him close enough to bite him. Then, once he was free, he threw the knife with pinpoint accuracy to hit the zombie right between the eyes. The zombie moaned and fell to the ground. Claire pulled Sherry behind her back and exposed her gun as well, pointing the muzzle at the two oddly unruffled men. As the action stopped, Seth went over to the guard and searched him, paying no heed to the composed men. He acquired a gun, an extra clip, a security pass, an earpiece, and a radio. Seth took a look at the pass. "Fake," he said, but still put it in his pocket. He helped Chris to his feet. Chris pointed the muzzle at the men.

"Who are you, why do you want us, what are your connections with Umbrella, and what is your connection with that assassin dude from outside?" Chris asked, breathing after he finished.
"Quite the interrogator." One of them said with a heavy German accent. He looked very pale, as if he didn't get much sunlight.
"Must look cool, huh Dieter?" the other commented.
"As always. I can't turn it off. Just like I can't turn the timer off, can't turn the bomb off, which will explode and destroy the whole airport unless you all come with us. Also, I wouldn't pull that trigger; the bomb will explode if I die. Don't shoot my friend, either."
"Trigger or timed?" Seth said, pressing his laptop to his side, no one but him hearing the small electronic beep that followed.
"Like I'm going to tell you, or if you'd even understand." The one called Dieter replied.
"Also, don't be an idiot, don't ever say my name again." Dieter said to the unnamed man.
"Come with us, or die." The unnamed one said.
"I hate ultimatums, they're so constricting." Seth said, starting to sweat. Everyone was. It was a no-win situation. At fist sight, Seth thought, who promptly sat down on the floor and pulled out his specialized laptop, an idea formulating in his mind.
"Seth, this isn't the time to play games." Leon said.
"Oh yes it is." Was Seth's reply.
Immediately the unnamed man vaulted over the desk to get to Seth. Before Seth could say anything, and oddly enough he didn't even try, the man snatched the laptop and started typing. Seth leaned over and saw what he was doing for a brief moment before the man pushed him away. Seth stumbled back into the cage with the zombie he'd killed.
"So you're Stompbox, huh?" Seth said, seeing the transmission and worm at work. There was no answer.
"Yeah, you were in that 'controversial' 2600 report. I thought you looked like a woman at first, but you know, my eyes ain't so good, and-"
"Quiet!" Stompbox abruptly cut him off.
"So violent! You know, I always thought fellow hackers' etiquette consisted of being calm, like you were a few minutes ago. But now-"
"Shutup!!" Stompbox said.

Leon fingered the illegal butterfly knife he had picked up earlier from the dead zombie behind his back. Leon knew he was right behind Stompbox and could see he was sweating. The perfect time to strike, he thought. But the catch was he didn't know how to open the knife out fast enough before Stompbox would hear him fumbling around with the switches and hit him, or something. Seth was the only one who knew how to use the butterfly knife effectively. He stared at Seth; hoping the movie theory would work. Stare hard enough; they'll feel it and see you.

It didn't work. Shit! Leon fumbled around in his pockets and dropped a quarter. Seth turned his head to see what the noise was and met with Leon's eyes. Leon darted his eyes to look at Dieter, who at the moment was looking at what Stompbox was doing. Leon discreetly tossed the knife to Seth, mouthing word games at the same time. Seth, in a brilliant move, turned halfway around to catch it behind his back as Leon bent to pick up his dropped coin. He frowned thoughtfully, thinking about what word games meant. C'mon Seth, get it? You can get it c'mon c'mon c'onnnnnnn.

Seth's eyes widened, as he understood. Leon sighed in relief, thinking it just might work. Abruptly, Seth's laptop turned off. "What the F*ck?!?!?" Stompbox cried out as Seth darted forward, flicking out the blade. Stompbox still heard him and was quick enough to turn around before Seth jammed the blade straight between his eyes and twisted. Stompbox screamed before falling to the ground, Seth pulling the blade out at the same time. Blood spraye dinto the air in a fine mist, somewhat hampering Dieter's view. Dieter got up, but before he could press a trigger or anything Leon dropkicked him in a flying leap. The dropkick connected with Dieter Rommel's head, which jerked back and slammed into the wall before falling back into the chair. Seth ran forward, grabbed the laptop, and ran off with the rest of the group, picking up their luggage along the way.

"How the hell did you get the computer to turn off?" Jill asked as the group ran down various corridors, no plan in their minds.
"RIGHT!" Chris cried. Claire looked up and saw the HERTZ Rental Car logo.
"What happened to the airborne plan?" Claire yelled.
"Permanently friggin' delayed!" Sherry called out.
"Sherry! I told you not to use that kind of language!" Claire screamed.
"My laptop will only respond to my fingerprints, and only specific keys correspond to specific prints! Basically, the way I type is the way everyone else has to type! If someone else uses it, the computer turns off and can only be turned back on with a code!"
"So that's why the computer cost so much, huh Seth?!?" Jill deduced.
"Yeah, but no one will ever get to that Silver Scythe disk now!" he said.

The group slammed through some doors and cam to the rental agency. Chris slammed 10K in 100 dollar bills on the table and said, "Gimme the two fastest cars ya got with the biggest trunk space!" he said, slightly panting. As the clerk handed them the keys, a large hole appeared in his forehead.
"Yo, Chris, that dude you saw earlier is back!" Leon yelled, seeing the man with the big Jolly Roger tattoo on his forehead was there, an M-1 in his hands.
"Stand still and you will not be subjected to indescribable torture later!" the man said.

Seth pulled out his butterfly knife and threw it at the man, who caught it. Before anyone could react, the man twirled around and threw it right back, where it landed just above Seth's right kneecap.
"AAAAAHHHHHHH GODDAMNSONOFABITCHCOCKSUCKIN'MOTHERFUCKIN'ASSMUCHIN'BUTTFUCKER!!" Seth screamed, in a bit of pain.
Chris ran off with the sets of car keys. Jill ran after him. It was a standstill for a couple of minutes, although the sirens of airport security could be heard in the far-off distance.
"Who are you?" Leon asked.
"I'm known as Overseer, and I'm the antithesis of what your child's happy dreams are."
"AHHHHHHGODDAMN!!!!" Seth cried out again as Overseer reached over and pulled out the knife with a vicious tug.
"Now, your friends have left you so why don't you just come with" Overseer saw the group dive laterally, so he knew to follow what they were doing as well instead of just standing there like a dumbass. He didn't react quickly enough, as Chris vaulted through the glass doors in a jet black Mercedes, the spray of cubed glass and the screech of tires giving more to the adrenaline level in everyone's blood. The Ferrari slammed full speed into Overseer's ribs, making him scream and fly thought the air.
"I didn't know HERTZ carried this kind of car!" Leon said, whistling as he got in, hauling Seth in with him, who was mumbling in pain the whole time as he had fainted moments before from the pain.
"They don't! It's the manager's!" Chris said. Jill came in a split second later in a full-sized van. Everyone piled in where they could.
"HAUL ASS!" Sherry yelled as Overseer got back up, the M-1 in his hands. Jill backed up her van right into him, effectively squishing him against the wall. He fell back as blood sprayed against the wall. Chris slammed his foot against the accelerator and Jill did the same just as airport security arrived.

Mercenary got out of the car and stared at the group. No use making it a cross-country media bonanza, he thought. With Dieter paralyzed, Stompbox dead, his brains oozing all over onto the floor, and Overseer looking like he was going to lose his legs, it was going to be a fuck of a mess to clean up. Oh, well, the bodies will be disposed of. He talked into his radio, calling off the security. My group was not ready at this early stage in the game; they seem insufficient for my purposes. He frowned, contemplating. Then he grinned. There are uses for everything, he thought, walking back into the limousine.







'You're always gonna have problems lifting a body in one piece. Apparently the best thing to do is cut up a corpse into six pieces, and then pile it all together. When you got your six pieces, you gotta get rid of 'em as well, 'cause it ain't no good leaving it in the freezer for your Mum to discover now is it? Then I hear the next best thing to do is feed 'em to pigs. You gotta starve the pigs for a few days, then the sight of chopped-up flesh will look like ice cream to a pisshead. You gotta shave the heads of your victims and pull the teeth out for the sake of the piggies' indigestion. You could do this afterwards, but you don't want to sift through pig shit now do you? They will go through bone like butter. You need at least 16 pigs to finish the job in one sitting, so be wary of any man who keeps a pig farm. They will go through a body that weighs 200 pounds in about 8 minutes, which means that a single pig can consume 2 pounds of uncooked flesh, every minute. Hence the expression 'As greedy as a pig.'


Author's Note: If you don't understand some of what is being said (in the chapter, not the quote), try reading my previous story to which this is the sequel of, Resident Evil: Deus Ex. It helps a bit.