Resident Evil: The Deadly Heist
This is an idea ive had in my head for a while, and only decided to write it up today. Its takes place about a few weeks before the events of RE0 and RE1.
Warning: Contains gore, adult language and some mild drug references
Part 1: Are We There Yet?
The big black van slowly made its way up the sweeping winding roads of the Arklay Mountains. The dark skies above the mountains made it difficult to drive, especially in these narrow winding roads.
"Are we f**king there yet?" asked a voice from the back of the van.
"Just a little longer Q" replied the driver in a slightly agitated tone
"God dammit Jim, quit with the f**kin codenames already, we arent even there ye......"
"Shut up Kurt! Just sit your ass down and shut up!" shouted a tall, long brown haired man.
"Im sick of your s**t already, another word and im throwing your smartass out this mother f**kin van alright?"
Q eyeballed the man for a few seconds before slowly sitting down.
"Sure, 'X', ill chill out, no problem......" A wry smile slowly played across Q's face
"Good" said X in a firm tone. He looked to his side to check on another person
"Jesus Christ Y you gonna be carsick?"
A skinny young man with short ginger hair and pale skin staring down at the floor sat next to X.
"Man, its not just that........what about those murders that have been goin down round these parts?"
X sighed out loud before responding. "Its nothing Y, its got nothin to do with tonight"
Y nervously turned his head to face Q.
"Yeah, but.......I mean did you see the news? And what they did to those people? They ATE them man.....like those zombies from those Evil Dead movies and s**t....."
"Cut the chatter", remarked a man with black slicked hair. "We've arrived at the forest area"
The 4 men all turned to look through the front of the van, where the dark outlines of hundreds of old trees welcomed them along the dark star lit sky with the haunting outline of the Spencer mansion in the background. A dense mist clung lightly over the long dew drenched grass running along the forest ground. Surprisingly, all was silent, no crickets chirping, no wolf howls, nothing. The van pulled slowly to a stop in front of the forest entrance.
"Alright" said the black haired man in a calm tone. "From now on we use the codenames, understood?" The group nodded in turn" Q, X and Y, you go uphead and secure our route to the Mansion"
"Why the hell cant we just drive down there now Z?", demanded Q
X chuckled softly "Heh, filled your pants already Q?"
"F**k off jackass, dont make me......."
"The reason we cant just 'drive down there'" replied Z, cutting in with a cool and condescending tone, "Is because there may be patrols guarding the Mansion"
"But its been abandoned for years....."said Y
"Well with all these murders that have been going down around here lately, there might be some security around here" replied Z, brushing a little dirt off his pistol.
Q, X and Y all looked at each other solemnly.
"Alright gentlemen" said Z shifting his attention to the 3, "Go ahead and secure our route, Ill stay with V and wait for your call on the radio" he said holding up his handset.
"Gotcha Z", replied X, as he and the other 2 men pulled their balaclavas over their head and drew their guns before jumping out the vans backdoor, fully clad in black military gear.
"Lets go boys" said Q as he slammed a fresh clip into his pistol, then the 3 slowly advanced into the dark, misty forest, pistols aimed and ready.
"This could be our biggest job yet" said Z quietly as he watched his men disappear into the dark forest from the van.
The group had done big heists before, and had succeeded in getting what they wanted, but this was the biggest of them all. The Spencer mansion. The mansion built for and owned Ozwell E Spencer, head of Umbrella Inc, one of the worlds most well known pharmaceutical companies.
"That place must be loaded with goods", said V to Z.
Z just nodded. It HAD to be, otherwise they wouldnt have gone through with this anyway. At first everyone was a little reluctant to pull of a job on Mansion that big with just 5 guys and one van, but Z had convinced everyone that it would work.
"Damn well better work, cos I aint being the soapboy for the Racoon City Prisons ever so lovely inmates"
Z smirked as he remembered Qs comment on the day he announced his plan. It WOULD work. After all, these guys were pros, not just your ordinary lowlife 24 hour convienience store robber, these guys planned every detail accordingly. Not a single detail was ignored, EVERYTHING went to plan.
Q was the hitman of the team, basically taking out any people who stood in the way of their goal, he was a damn good shot with literally any gun, but his patience and intelligence was what let him down, his constent drug and alcohol binging accounted to that. He was the kind of man that would speak before he thought. Still a valuable member of the team nonetheless.
X was the quick thinking member of the team, the kind that could think of ideas quickly and execute them like a professional. He had served a couple of years in the Army, almost made it as a Navy Seal, but failed and became a drifter til Z recruited him.
Y was the dork of the team to put it lightly. He was a tech expert, the kind that was handy with computers and locks and s**t. Before he'd joined the group he was an underground hacker, and was partly responsible for hacking into KRUs National Bank database, causing them to lose millions of dollars, and ultimatly forced them to shut up shop. Luckily for Y, Z found him at that time and got him out of his hideout before he was found. Theres still a search going on for his arrest to this day.
V was an old time friend of Z, stuck by him through thick and thin. He was a great getaway driver, could easily shake the cops off in a chase and hotwire a car in almost 40 seconds. He was a dabhand at repairing cars too, could easily become a mechanic, but he prefered this line of work anyway. Not that Z was complaining.
Z on the other hand was the mystery man, not even V knew everything there was to know about Z. Not many people questioned Z anyway, probably down to fear or they just didnt gave a rats ass. Either way Z didnt mind, he liked his privacy.
"This is X here, come in Z. Over" crackled the radio, snapping Z out of his thoughts.
"Gotchya loud and clear X, whats your status? Over"
"So far so far, so good boss, no patrols encountered so far. Over"
"Alright, radio in once you've made it to the Mansion entrance and secured our path. Over"
"Roger that Z. Over and out"
This is an idea ive had in my head for a while, and only decided to write it up today. Its takes place about a few weeks before the events of RE0 and RE1.
Warning: Contains gore, adult language and some mild drug references
Part 1: Are We There Yet?
The big black van slowly made its way up the sweeping winding roads of the Arklay Mountains. The dark skies above the mountains made it difficult to drive, especially in these narrow winding roads.
"Are we f**king there yet?" asked a voice from the back of the van.
"Just a little longer Q" replied the driver in a slightly agitated tone
"God dammit Jim, quit with the f**kin codenames already, we arent even there ye......"
"Shut up Kurt! Just sit your ass down and shut up!" shouted a tall, long brown haired man.
"Im sick of your s**t already, another word and im throwing your smartass out this mother f**kin van alright?"
Q eyeballed the man for a few seconds before slowly sitting down.
"Sure, 'X', ill chill out, no problem......" A wry smile slowly played across Q's face
"Good" said X in a firm tone. He looked to his side to check on another person
"Jesus Christ Y you gonna be carsick?"
A skinny young man with short ginger hair and pale skin staring down at the floor sat next to X.
"Man, its not just that........what about those murders that have been goin down round these parts?"
X sighed out loud before responding. "Its nothing Y, its got nothin to do with tonight"
Y nervously turned his head to face Q.
"Yeah, but.......I mean did you see the news? And what they did to those people? They ATE them man.....like those zombies from those Evil Dead movies and s**t....."
"Cut the chatter", remarked a man with black slicked hair. "We've arrived at the forest area"
The 4 men all turned to look through the front of the van, where the dark outlines of hundreds of old trees welcomed them along the dark star lit sky with the haunting outline of the Spencer mansion in the background. A dense mist clung lightly over the long dew drenched grass running along the forest ground. Surprisingly, all was silent, no crickets chirping, no wolf howls, nothing. The van pulled slowly to a stop in front of the forest entrance.
"Alright" said the black haired man in a calm tone. "From now on we use the codenames, understood?" The group nodded in turn" Q, X and Y, you go uphead and secure our route to the Mansion"
"Why the hell cant we just drive down there now Z?", demanded Q
X chuckled softly "Heh, filled your pants already Q?"
"F**k off jackass, dont make me......."
"The reason we cant just 'drive down there'" replied Z, cutting in with a cool and condescending tone, "Is because there may be patrols guarding the Mansion"
"But its been abandoned for years....."said Y
"Well with all these murders that have been going down around here lately, there might be some security around here" replied Z, brushing a little dirt off his pistol.
Q, X and Y all looked at each other solemnly.
"Alright gentlemen" said Z shifting his attention to the 3, "Go ahead and secure our route, Ill stay with V and wait for your call on the radio" he said holding up his handset.
"Gotcha Z", replied X, as he and the other 2 men pulled their balaclavas over their head and drew their guns before jumping out the vans backdoor, fully clad in black military gear.
"Lets go boys" said Q as he slammed a fresh clip into his pistol, then the 3 slowly advanced into the dark, misty forest, pistols aimed and ready.
"This could be our biggest job yet" said Z quietly as he watched his men disappear into the dark forest from the van.
The group had done big heists before, and had succeeded in getting what they wanted, but this was the biggest of them all. The Spencer mansion. The mansion built for and owned Ozwell E Spencer, head of Umbrella Inc, one of the worlds most well known pharmaceutical companies.
"That place must be loaded with goods", said V to Z.
Z just nodded. It HAD to be, otherwise they wouldnt have gone through with this anyway. At first everyone was a little reluctant to pull of a job on Mansion that big with just 5 guys and one van, but Z had convinced everyone that it would work.
"Damn well better work, cos I aint being the soapboy for the Racoon City Prisons ever so lovely inmates"
Z smirked as he remembered Qs comment on the day he announced his plan. It WOULD work. After all, these guys were pros, not just your ordinary lowlife 24 hour convienience store robber, these guys planned every detail accordingly. Not a single detail was ignored, EVERYTHING went to plan.
Q was the hitman of the team, basically taking out any people who stood in the way of their goal, he was a damn good shot with literally any gun, but his patience and intelligence was what let him down, his constent drug and alcohol binging accounted to that. He was the kind of man that would speak before he thought. Still a valuable member of the team nonetheless.
X was the quick thinking member of the team, the kind that could think of ideas quickly and execute them like a professional. He had served a couple of years in the Army, almost made it as a Navy Seal, but failed and became a drifter til Z recruited him.
Y was the dork of the team to put it lightly. He was a tech expert, the kind that was handy with computers and locks and s**t. Before he'd joined the group he was an underground hacker, and was partly responsible for hacking into KRUs National Bank database, causing them to lose millions of dollars, and ultimatly forced them to shut up shop. Luckily for Y, Z found him at that time and got him out of his hideout before he was found. Theres still a search going on for his arrest to this day.
V was an old time friend of Z, stuck by him through thick and thin. He was a great getaway driver, could easily shake the cops off in a chase and hotwire a car in almost 40 seconds. He was a dabhand at repairing cars too, could easily become a mechanic, but he prefered this line of work anyway. Not that Z was complaining.
Z on the other hand was the mystery man, not even V knew everything there was to know about Z. Not many people questioned Z anyway, probably down to fear or they just didnt gave a rats ass. Either way Z didnt mind, he liked his privacy.
"This is X here, come in Z. Over" crackled the radio, snapping Z out of his thoughts.
"Gotchya loud and clear X, whats your status? Over"
"So far so far, so good boss, no patrols encountered so far. Over"
"Alright, radio in once you've made it to the Mansion entrance and secured our path. Over"
"Roger that Z. Over and out"