Raccoon City was as bad as it got, cars lay empty in the streets, pieces of glass, and other debris litters the floor, along with fire hydrants knocked over. The air smelled of blood, and death, along with rotting flesh, and sewage. The air was cold and the wind made it even worse. Unearthly roars filled the air, along with the sounds of the screaming of those unlucky enough to still be alive. There were also the occasional gunshots here and there. Gina had been here two days. She witnessed everything that happened. The police's attempt to combat the zombies had failed miserably and her own squad was gone. As soon as she touched ground, everything had gone to hell.


Gina was somewhat tall, slender, and had a fit physical look, her hair was dark red and went down to her shoulders, and her eyes a very dark jade, and she was of Asian decent and had on the gear of the U.B.C.S. Her uniform was bloody, and her face wore of fatigue, her body ached a little, and her hair was full of split ends, things just weren't going her way.

For Gina that last 48 hours had been the worst in her life. Gina's squad had been wiped out, everywhere she seemed to turn some new weird creature was right there waiting for her. Gina was also dead tired, she didn't feel she could go on much longer, but in every instant she wanted to give up she remembered she had a mission to complete.

For the moment Gina's mission was to just stay alive. Gina had her back flat against the alley wall trying not to make a sound. The licker carefully searched the area, also slowly moving, occasionally stopping to see if it could feel any vibrations or if any sounds were made. Gina held her breath, a cold sweat trickled down her neck, and she could feel urge to sneeze. She could feel the wind brush against her lightly. The Licker then started to leave the alley, scaling the wall, but then what Gina feared happened.

"Achooo!" To Gina it sounded like a gun shot going off, she then looked up, the licker heard it too. Gina then rolled forward, as the licker lunged towards her, it's sharp bloody claw leading the way. Gina drew her weapon, aiming up at the licker, but had to throw herself to the side as the licker came on the attack once more. This time the creature used it's piercing tongue, to attack. It hit nothing but the could hard brick, Gina then fired off two shots, one missing, the other hitting it in the arm. The licker made out a yelp of pain, as blood came from the open wound. Gina then braced herself for the next attack, and then ducked as the licker tried to lunge once more. Gina then turned around, and let off three shots, the licker screamed in pain as each shot tore through its flesh, it then made a yelp and collapsed dead as the forth shot ripped through its upper body.


Gina wiped off her brow and quickly left the alleyway before anything else could come at her. As Gina proceeded on through the streets she could hear screams very near by, there were still many that could be heard, still so many living, but by tomorrow, she knew Raccoon would be dead, or near it, the rate at which the creatures were gaining ground was amazing. Gina could hear the sounds of unearthly roars too, and the sound of moaning coming near. Gina thought the sounds to close for comfort and quickly pushed on.

It had taken an hour or so, and Gina was now on an eerily quiet street. She slowly walked around surveying the shopping district closely, she could see that the places had been broken into, and the there were also no more signs of life.

A loud scream then pierced the cold air of the night it. Gina could tell it was close. Gina could also tell that whoever it was, she seemed to be on the move. Gina hesitated for a second, she didn't know whether to go or not, maybe she shouldn't go to the rescue, if anything, the girl would die anyway, she'd probably be postponing the inevitable. But she knew she couldn't do that, she'd never forgive herself, and neither would he Gina then shook her head in reluctance and started off in a sprint to the screaming.

As Gina came in on the screaming, this sudden sense of danger came over her. She rounded the corner carefully, and then could see two zombies, converging in on a young girl. The girl was scared to death; she stood crouched in the corner, tears streaming down her cheeks. Gina quickly raised her gun at the one closet to her, and with out hesitation delivered a shoot straight to the head. The zombie crumpled up and collapsed to the ground, twitching a little. Gina then watched as the other one turned to look at her. Judging by the appearance, the man hadn't been dead long. He was about twenty, maybe nineteen, he had on a metallica t-shirt, and a burger Kong hat, his eyes had a glazed over look, and his skin was unbelievably pale. His face seemed to be intact, yet his arms had bite marks on him and pieces of skin were hanging loose. His clothes were also bloody.

His feet dragged against the floor as he lurched towards Gina, his arms stretched out towards him as though he wanted to have her in an embrace. Gina heard moaning from behind her, and looked over her shoulder to see more of the living dead coming her way.

She then turned back towards the other zombie who was now on top of her. His long bony fingers reached out towards her, and the creature opened his mouth, trying to go in for her neck. Gina balled up her fist and punched him away from her, which seemed to knock off the jaw.

As the zombie stumbled back and feel to the ground, Gina quickly dashed off to the girl.

"C'mon." Gina said in a rush yet trying to sound comforting, she then extended her hand out toward the frightened girl, and watched as the girl grabbed it. Gina then pulled her up; the zombies were coming in quick now. As Gina started to move, she realized the girl was still frozen in shock. "C'mon," Gina then said to her and yanked hand to get her to come along.

Once Gina had gotten clear of the zombies the next order of business was to get to safety. She looked at the girl, she looked about sixteen, and she was shorter than her. Her hair was long, yet was tangled up and stringy, her face covered in dirt and her hands were cut up too. The teenager wore a blue sweatshirt, and she wore some denim colored jeans. As Gina looked into her eyes she could tell she'd been through a lot.

"What's your name," Gina then asked as she looked around trying to find a place to hide.

"Cynthia," she replied silently.


The hall way wasn't to well lit; it was wide and stretched on a long way down. Hawk hid in the shadows in the corner. He was down in a crouching position his hand against his ear.

"So you swear you never new any of this?" Hawk whispered telling Tom what Cynthia had told him.

"Hawk believe me, I didn't even know half the stuff she told you."

Tom sounded convincing but Hawk wasn't sure, he had been totally in the dark up until he'd met Cynthia, and while Tom sounded pretty convincing, he also sounded a little nervous and that wasn't a good sign.

"Tom you better not be lying to me." Hawk said

"Don't worry about that," then replied quickly.

Hawk could hear Tom about to say something else but the was forced to end his transmission before he could finish.

"So you hear about that scientist chick?" a voice then came echoing through the halls. Hawk could see two gentlemen both walking side by side. Like the typical guards, they each wore snow camouflage gear, and carried with them assault rifles. Each guard also had on a white balaclava and had two grenades with a few clips slung around their waist.

"Oh yeah, I saw her just the other day," The guard then said a bit of anger in his voice, "bitch tried to take a shot at me."
"I would too, you have that effect on people." The other guard then said jokingly.

"That was funny." the first guard said sarcastically, followed by a sigh, "So, how much longer do you think this thing will take?"

"Depends," the other guard replied and then looked his friend right in the eyes. "You getting scared?" he then asked.

"Hell no…it's just, well, you know, the boss."

"Oh, yeah, he seems a little out there."

"I been thinking, and you know what, I think he's the type who would bomb that place no matter what happens. "

"What is going on here? " A voice then cried down the hall. Hawk looked up ahead and saw a towering fellow then emerged, his muscles were big and well defined, his hair was jet black and in a crew cut, his skin pale, and he wore dark sunglasses, and while he wore almost the exact same gear as the other men, he wore a beret and carried with him an Ask-47 with him.

"Sir, we were just discussing our current status." One of the guards then said scared half to death.

"Well, get back to you post, we have an intruder, and we need to be on the look out.

"So, they're looking for me huh?" Hawk then whispered to himself. He watched the two guards begin to walk off, and then the superior officer called after them.
"Also, be careful," he then spoke low, "She's a tough one."
"She?" Hawk then asked confused.

The two guards then saluted him once more and walked off.

Hawk watched as the commanding officer stood there for a few moments. After a while, he then started to walk off. Hawk was intrigued by his actions, it was almost as if he was trying to listen for some very faint sound. Hawk's heart then started to pound as he saw the man stop. The large officer began to sniff the air and all Hawk did was look on oddly, as the man turned around. Hawk was sure where that he was staring at him, Hawk's heart began to really pound against his chest now. The man started towards his direction, he then stopped ten feet away, and looked directly in that area, "You can come out now." He spoke, his tone firm and somewhat demanding.

Hawk didn't move, instead he just stood still, he was scared he'd now been confronted and while he knew the logical choice, he wasn't able to move. Hawk wanted to take out his gun, and take a shot but if he missed it would be game over.

As Hawk plotted what to do, the officer grew impatient and then rushed over. Fear seized Hawk and in an instant he watched as the officer extended his arm out for him. Before Hawk knew it, he was being thrown over the man's head. Hawk did manage to pull off a landing though, and then got into a fighting pose. He was a little shaken up and taken by surprise at the quickness in which the officer moved.

"You might as well surrender." The figure said, taking up his weapon.

Hawk instantly took out his gun too, and both men had their guns out.

"Just who are you anyway?" The man then asked, as he took another sniff of the air, you can't be Trish, he then said remorsefully, "And that's a pity, really it is."

Hawk was trying to keep the gun straight, yet he was trembling, the gun was shaking about, he wanted to fire, but couldn't bring himself to do it, instead he was scared, and he didn't know what to do.

"Are you shaking?" The man then grinned.

"Can't you see that?" Hawk then whispered to himself.

"I can't see it, so I'm guessing by the rate of your breathing and how heavily your doing it. You see, I may not be able to see but I can hear exceptionally well."

"Can't see?" Hawk then whispered surprised by what he'd just heard.

"Surprises you doesn't it?" The man asked, "allow me to introduce myself, my name is Gary Shaffer, a.k.a. Hunter."

"Shaffer?" Hawk recognized the name yet he couldn't place it. "The war hero…" Hawk then whispered to himself finally remembering the name.

"I'm no hero." He then growled, "I'm only a man doing what does best, killing."

Hawk could hear the pounding of footsteps behind him, and then heard a guard.

"Freeze" He demanded. Hawk could then see Hunter grin a little. "Turn around!" The guard then demanded. Hawk did as ordered. "Drop the gun!" the guard cried out as he continued on towards him.

Hawk didn't move, he was frozen with fear and yet he knew he had to make a move. He was sweating heavily and all thoughts that he had at that moment lead to the same conclusion, "Game over." He said.

As the guard came within a few yards, he looked up at Hunter, "You idiot do something!" A voice then yelled out, taking the guard's attention away from Hawk. Hawk hesitated for a moment but then took the opportunity. In one swift motion Hawk drooped down to the floor and swooped up his gun. From there it all moved in slow motion. As Hawk pointed the gun up at the officer he could see the man's eyes widen as Hawk fired. Hawk then watched the man collapse and a pool of blood develop.


Hawk looked at the motionless body for a few seconds. That was the first man he'd ever killed. As Hawk had stared into his eyes seconds ago, he could feel quilt. At that moment, he could hear a voice in the back of his head screaming for him to move. Hawk then rolled back onto one knee, aiming his gun directly at his enemy's head/

"You're better than I thought." Hunter grinned once more, "You can come out now Trish, he's still alive."

"Trish?" Hawk then asked himself, and looked on, holding his gun at Hunter. He watched closely as the grin on Hunters face vanished, and he began to listen out for something. After a moment or two, Hawk could hear footsteps echoing through the halls, and then he could see a woman come sprinting from behind Hunter. Hunter whipped around and opened fire on the lady. Quickly the woman threw herself hard against the wall to avoid the shots, as they whizzed by.

Hawk didn't know what was going on every thing happened so fast. A second later, Hawk was forced to dive to the left as Hunter fired back at him, and then dashed through, muttering something. Hawk took shots, but not one of them came close to striking him. Hawk then turned around and looked at the woman.

The lady seemed slow getting up and Hawk saw the perfect opportunity. Hawk quickly rushed up to her "Freeze," he demanded, pointing his gun at her.

"You idiot," she then barked.

"Huh?" Hawk asked confused.

"Do you really think I'm working with him?" She then asked, "He just tried to kill me."

Hawk didn't lower his aim; he kept his gun pointed down at her. She then slowly moved to scratch her shoulder.

"Satisfied?" she then asked.

"Just who the hell are you?" Hawk asked sharply

"Name's Rachel," She said extending her hand.

"Rachel?" Hawk asked, not bothering to do it. Rachel was Asian, her hair a dull brown, her face looked a little rough with fatigue but she still seemed attractive. Her eyes were a dark brown, and her hair was rolled into a ponytail. Rachel had a nice figure too. What really surprised Hawk was that her outfit was eerily similar to his, only difference was she 's had an insignia, one that read "Savior"
"Hey, you like what you see?" She asked noticing Hawk looking a little too hard.


"Just what the hell are you doing here?" Hawk continued on with questions blushing a little.

"Are you embarrassed?" She asked a grin crossing her face.
"Why are you here?" Hawk then asked once more trying to stay focused.

"Well, if you want the truth I want to ask you the same thing." She then replied.

"What is going on here?" Hawk then asked a little surprised by what she just said.

The woman didn't go answer right away instead she looked at Hawk's hand, as they continued to shake.

"Never did this before have you?" She asked in with a smirk on her face. Hawk then tried to react but was to slow as she instantly pulled the gun away and aimed it at him. "You're way to slow." Hawk proceeded to put his hands up slowly, "Don't do that." She then said to his surprise, "I'm one of the good guys." She then handed Hawk his gun back, "Always be on your guard." She then added and pushed herself up. Hawk felt a tremendous amount of relief that she didn't pull the trigger. Hawk

"You know that guy?" Hawk asked interested.

"We've gone a few rounds." She replied.

"Who the hell is he."
"Gary Shaffer, down in the Gulf War he lost his sight, he was one of the top officers at the time. He became a medical miracle that same year, amazingly enough, all his senses heightened dramatically. Unlike you or I, Shaffer only relies on his other four senses, his eyes can't play tricks on him, he's a lot more efficient than almost any other solider there are exceptions though."

"Well thanks for the insight, now as I asked before, just what the hell are you doing here?"

"Business." She simply responded.

A voice that sounded like Cynthia then cut in on a radio.

"What is it?" Rachel asked, looking up at Hawk.

"Hey, I've got a new update, it appears, that we may have a shorter time limit than we expected."

"What do you mean?" Cynthia asked, a look of concern forming on her face.

"Well, the terrorist were waiting originally stalling, they didn't know how long it would take to get those missiles ready to launch, but now they're ahead of schedule, you may lose at least one or two hours."

"You can't be serious," Rachel replied shaking her head in disgust.

"Hey if you run into the company be sure to tell him that." Cynthia then added.

"No need to Cynthia, he's right here."


Hawk extended his hand out for the radio, but instead Rachel ended the conversation.

"Hey, I wanted to talk to her." Hawk said a little anger in his tone.

"Hold your horses." Rachel then replied calmly, "Listen, I know why you're hear, and judging by the conversation you know part of the reason I'm here."

"Are you suggesting I team up with you?" Hawk then asked.

"Yeah, but only because of the news. I've got other agendas here, and I need to get those done. What I'm saying is that you take out those missiles, while I take care of business okay?"

Hawk hesitated for a second, she may not have shot him, but he didn't know her, didn't know whether he could trust her or not, Hawk thought for a moment and then ran his fingers through his hair.

"Fine, I'll do it, just where are the missiles?" Hawk said somewhat irritated yet also relived he wasn't on his own anymore.

Hunter watched as a cynical grin crossed Nickolai's face.

"You're positive it was her?" He asked excited.

"Yes sir, I recognized the scent instantly."
"This is better than I could have hoped for."

"Sir, may I ask how much longer the preparations for the missile launch may take?"

"There has been a change of plans," Nickolai then wiped the grin off his face.

"What are they?"

"We're going to launch in four more hours, we'll be done sooner then expected."
"Has Karl informed the boss, and the United States?"
"He's informed the boss, but as for the U.S. his words were 'let them die.' So now he's become a liability, this could ruin all that we had originally planned."

"So does that mean he may have to be taken out?"
"Probably not now, but I do have one thing that I'd like you to do." Nickolai said, a grin once again forming.

"Here, if you need help finding the missiles, Cynthia will help you, she knows where you'd find the missiles." Rachel advised him, and offered a head set.

"Nah, I'm fine." Hawk declined, and watched as Rachel shrugged and put it on herself.

"I'll keep in touch." Rachel then said and left the area.

Right then Hawk tried to reach Cynthia. At first she wasn't there, and a feeling of dread came upon him. Hawk started off in the direction to get to her location but at the same time trying to contact her. As he came to the stairs, he finally got her.
"Something wrong?" Hawk asked as trying not to sound concerned.
"No, I had to go to the bathroom, is something up?"
"Just where are the missiles?" Hawk then asked.
"Below on B2"
"There's more then Ten stories?" Hawk asked. He'd checked over the blueprints time and again, and there was no data on either of those two floors.

"Yeah, in order to get there though, you have to find a special key card, at least one guard is supposed to carry that type of card, or at least that is what one of them said."
"Great," Hawk then murmured.

"Hey, you'll do fine." Cynthia then said, "Just remember when you find a guard see if he's carrying a blue key card, that will be the one you're looking for."
"Thanks." Hawk said.

"But when you get to B-1, don't worry about finding where the hell the elevator is, B-1 is just a large floor with nothing to offer, just a bunch of space no longer in use."
"What was down there?"

"Tyrant at one point, but then we moved it all up stairs."

Hawk then contacted Tom.

"What is it Hawk?" Tom asked.

"Tell the officials, they've only got four hours. I've just been informed by someone that that's as much time as they willing to give."
"Four hours?" Tom sounded shocked, "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, and speaking of which, are you sure this is a one man operation?" Hawk questioned his tone, calm yet stern.

"Yes as far I know you're the only one down there." Tom then stopped to take in the deadline change, "Hawk did they mention why the dead line had been moved up?

"No, only that in four hours they launch.

"Well then why hell did I run into some other agent?"
"Another operative."
"Yeah, that's what she claimed."
"She?"

"Yeah Tom, she. What should I do?"
"Trust her, if you're not dead she must be keeping you alive for a reason, but do watch your back especially around her." Tom then paused, and it made Hawk a little uneasy.

"Sir?" Hawk asked.

"Hawk, we don't have time to talk get back to mission." With that Tom then ended transmission.


Hawk cussed lightly, and got a move on, time was running thin, if he didn't move fast, he'd be responsible for the deaths of millions, and he didn't want that, didn't need that

As Rachel came to the tiny office room, she instantly smiled when she found Rolland inside.

"Trish?" he asked, as his eyes narrowed on the woman holding a gun at his head.
"Yeah, it's me, how are you, life treating you good?" She asked as she moved inside, her eyes carefully looking over the room. Rolland's office was nice, small but nice. The floor was tiled green with rugs under the chairs, painting hung from the wall, along with degrees. She then looked at his desk, a Macintosh rested on top humming lightly, along with a couple of penholders jammed with pens. As Rachel continued to look over she could see pictures of Rolland too.

"See anything you like?" he asked, his face showed that of a calm, and very strong man that appeared to be scared of nothing.

"Rolland you know what I want." She said lowering the gun.

"Why should I give you the disk, what have you done for me?" he asked curiously.

Rachel then raised the weapon and fired off a round. She didn't worry about the noise there was a suppressor on it. "Next time, it goes through you brain," she then threatened.
Rolland didn't move, didn't do anything but smile. Right then Rachel came at him throwing him hard against the wall. "Rolland, don't play with me, I'm not like I was when we first met, now give me the damn files!"

Rolland's look had changed to that of fear, he nervously reached in his lab coat and took out a small circular disk. "Thanks babe." Rachel then set him down, and shot the phone on his desk.

As soon as Rachel left, Rolland stop shaking, he then balled up his fist in anger, and desired nothing but to see her die at that moment. Shortly afterwards, Rolland watched as Nicholai strolled in.

"Did you see her?" Rolland rushed up to him.

"See who?" Nicholai asked confused.

"Who, Trish you idiot." He spat.

"No," Nicholai became excited, "how long ago did she leave?"

"About three minutes ago, now she has the files,"

"You gave them to her?" Nicholai's sly grin was lost replaced by a look of annoyance.

"Yes, and by standing there like a moron, you're giving her time to hide." When Rolland got that sentence out Nicholai instantly felt the urge to take out his gun and shot him right now, no one, but his superiors could talk to him like that, not some overweight coward who became terrified at the mere sight of a mouse.

"Fine," Nicholai said sternly, and turned around to ext "I'll find her, and you make sure to change you pants when I get back." Rolland heard Nicholai mutter something else but his voice was too low to understand what it was.

Next- some action finally gets underway as Hawk and Hunter square off, also, Hawk reveals some of his past to Cynthia too.