Resident Evil: The Liberty City Saga
By: Micheal Spalding
Chapter 1: Crude Business
Francis International Airport was teeming with activity, even at three in the morning. However, across from the airport stood the memorial fountain erected during Liberty City's 50th anniversary. No one paid attention to the two men in trench coats who stood next to the fountain, waiting. One was a tall, slightly heavy man with dark hair and a briefcase in each hand. The other was a slightly stooped oriental man with a calm demeanor about him. "Mr. Love?" The three men who approached wore business suits, the two flanking the leader had tell tale bulges under on their left sides. The oriental man glanced at Donald Love and waited for his nod before moving away with the two bodyguards. Under the fluorescent lights, both dark haired men had a sinister look to them, however Donald Love felt a little nervous with the man's calm smile. "Mr. Love, I'm here about your offer." Donald Love set one of the Briefcases on the fountain's edge, snapping the clasps to show the man the deeds. "These are the deeds to all my property in Liberty City. There are the warehouses at the docks and in Shoreside Vale, the radio stations and stores, and my headquarters near the subway. I need to move to new territory, things are getting too tight for me here. I here Vice City has some property for sale." "That sounds nice, here is the money that we promised you." The man handed him a sealed manila envelope before taking the briefcase off the fountain. Love opened it and quickly counted the bills. He nodded and motioned for the Oriental Gentleman to join him. "Thank you, I hope you have better luck here than I did. But now I have a plane to catch, Mr. Trent." Trent looked out over the bay at Staunton Island and the lights of Portland beyond. His bodyguards had gone to get the car, but Trent knew that Umbrella would probably destroy this city just like it did Raccoon City. From what he had heard during the meetings with the Board, they were going to use Love Media and Donald Love's property to set up another set of labs and a new headquarters. After Claire Redfield had managed to infiltrate their 'secure' headquarters and the damage that idiot pilot had caused trying to 'catch' her. They brains behind White Umbrella had decided to relocate to another city. They had chosen Liberty City because the high crime rate and criminal organizations would keep the authorities off of them. He just hoped they would use more caution this time and knew that they wouldn't. There were several million people in this city and God only knew what a virus outbreak here would cause...
Joseph Cain switched radio stations in the stolen Banshee, cranking the volume up to here it over the police sirens behind him. He had managed to get his revenge on Catalina through various criminal employers and favors to the bosses. He still felt kind of bad about Maria though, but she just wouldn't shut up. He hadn't shot her, just put a bullet close enough to her head to get the point across. She had run away crying, saying she had thought he was different. She had been cute, but had a big mouth. Asuka was dead; the Yakuza had approached him about filling her position as head of the family. Kenji was probably rolling over in the grave the Joseph had put him in, a Gaijin as head of the Yakuza. But he had really liked Asuka; it was a shame she was dead. Of all he had worked for, her and Eight ball were his favorites. He had turned down the position; he didn't want to take the chance that he would be in that position when Donald Love decided to turn up and leak the information about whom had really assassinated Kenji. Besides, he had enough rep on the streets that he could start his own organization if he wanted to. Joey turned the Banshee hard to the left, hitting the slope near the entrance to the Lower Cochrane Dam. The Banshee flew over the river, landing hard in the woods. He adjusted the rear-view mirror to watch the two cop cars drop into the river, the third made it over but it landed on its roof. Joey waved to the driver as he crawled out his window before heading towards the airport. "In a surprise business move, Love media has sold all its assets in Liberty City to Umbrella Incorporated. Company owner Donald Love could not be found for comment, but it is rumored that he was under Federal Investigation for a plane that was impounded for dumping six packages in the Portland bay. As you all remember, an unknown party killed the Federal officers in possession of the plane and the plane's fuselage was stolen from the airport. More on this story as it develops" Joey shook his head, changing the station to Game Radio. Love had left him in the cold, made him paranoid about being ratted out. If he was under Federal Investigation, then he probably fled. But that gave Joey something to use if he ever needed a story for the cops. He rarely got caught, but he didn't need the cops on his case all the time. Something to bargain with was always good, but something like this could give him a get out of jail free card if the shit got too thick. Those hackers had erased his file from the cops computers, so Joseph Cain didn't really exist any more, but if they ever got his file again and he was on the one way to Liberty Pen... who knows what he might 'remember', right?
One year later
Maria sat behind the receptionist desk at what had once been Love Media. She had only been working there since the company arrived in Liberty, but she still felt like it was her first week. All she did was accept deliveries; take messages for the Doctors and other employees, and inform people of their appointments arrivals. At the moment, she didn't have any of that to do so she was playing a game of solitary on the computer while listening to Rise FM. Howard Dodge, the security guard on duty during her shift, sat across the lobby from her, dozing at his desk. The job paid an incredible amount for how easy it was, but she was allowed days off and three weeks paid vacation. True, she had to wear a dress skirt and jacket, but it was a small price to pay. The bell sounded as the automatic doors slid open, a gust of hot summer air rushing into the air-conditioned office as Dr. Kevin Smith walked in, his expression in its usual sour setting. "Oh, Dr. Smith, this memo came for you. No messages besides this, sir." Maria handed him the paper before turning back to her game. Howard had sat up in his seat since the boss had arrived, trying to look like he was working on his computer, even though it was turned off. "What!? More security changes! What the hell do they think we're doing here?" Dr. Smith turned on Howard, but skipped his usual ridicule of the man and stormed off towards the elevators. Howard and Maria shook their heads to each other, neither knowing what was going on four stories below them.
Jackson Stevens walked quickly down the street, heading towards the park. He was a respectable construction worker with a wife and fifteen year old daughter, but his life had gone down hill since his wife had decided to read the Now and Xen book. She only cooked this awful tofu crap and was always bent like a pretzel. His daughter didn't even seemed to know he existed, and disobeyed him every chance she got. His business partner had mentioned to him this one hooker who hung around the park, but he had said he would never stoop that low. Now he was walking in the park in a long raincoat and hood despite what he had said. He was only forty-one years old, the prime of his life. His wife was two-year his junior, but had denied him a physical relationship for the past five years. It was like that guy Fernando on the radio said; it was what he needed. Peter had said the hooker hung out by the basketball courts and used the shed as her 'Motel'. That must be it, by the Landstalker. Jack approached the shed slowly, unsure of what to do. The inside of the shed was dark, but the door was slightly ajar and a light silhouetted a woman on a bed. He moved through the door and shut it behind him. Turning, he saw that the woman hadn't moved. All he could see was her outline, laying one her side with her face towards the light. "Kelly Clamp? My friend recommended you for help..." Strange, he thought, she seems to be asleep. I wonder if I just missed Peter. Jack chuckled at his own joke and mover towards her. "Ms. Clamp." He shook her shoulder, trying to wake her up. She rolled onto her back and Jack was stunned by what he saw. Kelly Clamp lay naked in the bed, her eyes staring up at the ceiling of the shack blankly. Where her throat had once been was only a bloody mass of gristle and bone. Jack covered his mouth to keep from throwing up; a human tooth was lodged in the bloody mass and gleamed like a pearl. Jack turned away from the gruesome sight to be presented with another one. "Holy shit!" Jack shouted, grabbing the bat Kelly had kept by her bed for protection. "Peter? Is that you?" Jack whispered, sweaty hands gripping the bat. Peter Paterson stepped into the light, a shadow of his former self. His friend wore no shirt, his left arm hanging on only by the bone. The left side of his face was an open wound, the cavity where his eyes should have been a ragged hole. Three of his teeth were missing as he reached for Jack with his working arm, the other hand working anxiously as he stumbled forward with a mournful moan. Jack swung the bat down more out of denial then out of fear; his friend couldn't be a zombie. The bat connected with a sickening Thud; brains, bone shards, and blood splattering on his face. He looked down at the crumpled body of his friend, breathing a shaky sigh of relief. Jack couldn't believe that he was going to sleep with a hooker because his wife was going through a phase. Still, Kelly had been good looking from the pictures Peter had showed him. Part of him knew that his mind was folding in on itself as he tried to keep his sanity, but he turned to look down at the dead woman even so. She wasn't there! Jack turned towards her just as she lunged; her eyes filmed over with a white, milky film. As Kelly Clamp buried her teeth into his throat, all he could do was think of his wife and daughter. With his last breath, he managed to scream. The zombie that had once been Kelly Clamp finished feeding on Jackson Stevens' body, leaving it on the bed she had once used to make her living. With that, she fell out the window and moved deeper into the city. Several minutes later, the animated corpse of Jackson followed her into the predawn light.
Detective Ben Carter knelt over the body of Peter Paterson, looking at the bat that had caved in his skull. "It doesn't make since, sir. The rate of decay on the body appears to have taken four to five days, but the witnesses said that they heard a man's scream from here less than an hour ago." The beat cop flipped his notepad over to read his next page of notes. "Also, one Gordon Murphy said he saw a bloody, naked woman leaving the scene followed by a man in a raincoat, also bloody. We think it may be the owner of this property. One Ms. Susan Oglavich, a.k.a. Kelly Clamp. Three counts of prostitution, two counts of solicitation, and once count of armed assault. We don't know who the man was." Carter waved the man off, moving to the bed. "There was another murder here. Whoever killed Mr. Paterson was defending himself, but he was attacked from this side and fell back onto the bed. Get me samples of these two bloodstains, I want to know if they're from the same person... Have you found Ms. Oglavich yet?" The beat cop shook his head. "It can't be that hard to find a naked woman covered in blood!" "You'd be surprised, sir." The beat cop said before exiting the shed. Carter knelt down on the floor, lifting the piece of paper that lay just under the bed. It was a letter to a Jackson Stevens. Jack, Listen, I know that you don't want to do this, but I think it would really help you out. Kelly Clamp has been a friend of mine for years, she knows your problems and has agreed to help. You can meet her in the park, by the basketball courts. Trust me, it will save your marriage. Your Friend, Pete It wasn't much, but maybe he'd get lucky. Carter flipped the letter over to find that it was stationary for PanLantic Construction. They were working for Umbrella to remodel Love Media's sub-levels. Maybe that was the link. All Carter knew was that this was no regular case.
"This bulletin just in. The LCPD are stunned today as the investigation continues into a rash of murders through out Liberty City. They have begun a citywide curfew today in an attempt to protect citizens against this unexpected killing spree. So far, six people have died and police are leaning towards a single serial killer. Citizens are reminded to travel in groups at night and to stay off the street between the hours of nine PM and six am. More on this story during our regular broadcast at Seven o'clock." Joey turned off his TV, moving to the window of his apartment. It was the same on that Asuka had told him about, the view from the top floor allowed him to see most of the city. The Staunton Island Plaza blocked his view of Northern Portland. Even at midnight, the twentieth floor of the plaza's main building was brightly lit, Umbrella had bought that also. If you asked him, they knew something about what was happening in the city, they just weren't talking. All he had to do was sneak in and- -The phone on the desk rang, pulling Joey out of his thoughts. He moved to the desk and read the caller ID. Out of Area. Joey switched on the speakerphone and sat in the chair behind his desk. "Yeah." "Joseph Cain?" He answered the affirmative. "Good, my name is Trent and I have a job for you." Joey thought about hanging up, but something about the way Trent talked made him think. "Oh, don't worry. I'm using a secured line and I checked your phone line and it isn't bugged." Trent's voice seemed to smile at him, making him wonder what he knew. "I have heard a lot about you from the Yakuza and several other gangs, and I also know that the Mafia and Cartel are, how shall I say this, you're not on their best side. Anyway, I have some friends arriving at Francis International tomorrow and I would like you to help them. They are a special team of investigators who want to have a look at Umbrella without the constraints of red tape. Can I acquire your services for the duration of their stay?" "Well, Trent, I'm not exactly a tour guide and-" "Ah, yes, I know of your exploits. Well, maybe I could persuade you to help us. I'm willing to offer you fifty thousand dollars a day for your services and expertise. They will be arriving in three hours, just tell them I sent you and they'll ask you for a password. The word is STARS. So, can I count on you?" Weird, he seems to know that I would for it without a doubt, Joey thought coldly. He didn't like to be played. Still 50 thou was a weeks work now a days and crime wasn't exactly easy with the increased patrols. "Yeah, I'm in."
Author's Notes: I named the main Character of GTA3 Joseph Cain in case your wondering, made him talk too. Any suggestions or ideas are welcome.
By: Micheal Spalding
Chapter 1: Crude Business
Francis International Airport was teeming with activity, even at three in the morning. However, across from the airport stood the memorial fountain erected during Liberty City's 50th anniversary. No one paid attention to the two men in trench coats who stood next to the fountain, waiting. One was a tall, slightly heavy man with dark hair and a briefcase in each hand. The other was a slightly stooped oriental man with a calm demeanor about him. "Mr. Love?" The three men who approached wore business suits, the two flanking the leader had tell tale bulges under on their left sides. The oriental man glanced at Donald Love and waited for his nod before moving away with the two bodyguards. Under the fluorescent lights, both dark haired men had a sinister look to them, however Donald Love felt a little nervous with the man's calm smile. "Mr. Love, I'm here about your offer." Donald Love set one of the Briefcases on the fountain's edge, snapping the clasps to show the man the deeds. "These are the deeds to all my property in Liberty City. There are the warehouses at the docks and in Shoreside Vale, the radio stations and stores, and my headquarters near the subway. I need to move to new territory, things are getting too tight for me here. I here Vice City has some property for sale." "That sounds nice, here is the money that we promised you." The man handed him a sealed manila envelope before taking the briefcase off the fountain. Love opened it and quickly counted the bills. He nodded and motioned for the Oriental Gentleman to join him. "Thank you, I hope you have better luck here than I did. But now I have a plane to catch, Mr. Trent." Trent looked out over the bay at Staunton Island and the lights of Portland beyond. His bodyguards had gone to get the car, but Trent knew that Umbrella would probably destroy this city just like it did Raccoon City. From what he had heard during the meetings with the Board, they were going to use Love Media and Donald Love's property to set up another set of labs and a new headquarters. After Claire Redfield had managed to infiltrate their 'secure' headquarters and the damage that idiot pilot had caused trying to 'catch' her. They brains behind White Umbrella had decided to relocate to another city. They had chosen Liberty City because the high crime rate and criminal organizations would keep the authorities off of them. He just hoped they would use more caution this time and knew that they wouldn't. There were several million people in this city and God only knew what a virus outbreak here would cause...
Joseph Cain switched radio stations in the stolen Banshee, cranking the volume up to here it over the police sirens behind him. He had managed to get his revenge on Catalina through various criminal employers and favors to the bosses. He still felt kind of bad about Maria though, but she just wouldn't shut up. He hadn't shot her, just put a bullet close enough to her head to get the point across. She had run away crying, saying she had thought he was different. She had been cute, but had a big mouth. Asuka was dead; the Yakuza had approached him about filling her position as head of the family. Kenji was probably rolling over in the grave the Joseph had put him in, a Gaijin as head of the Yakuza. But he had really liked Asuka; it was a shame she was dead. Of all he had worked for, her and Eight ball were his favorites. He had turned down the position; he didn't want to take the chance that he would be in that position when Donald Love decided to turn up and leak the information about whom had really assassinated Kenji. Besides, he had enough rep on the streets that he could start his own organization if he wanted to. Joey turned the Banshee hard to the left, hitting the slope near the entrance to the Lower Cochrane Dam. The Banshee flew over the river, landing hard in the woods. He adjusted the rear-view mirror to watch the two cop cars drop into the river, the third made it over but it landed on its roof. Joey waved to the driver as he crawled out his window before heading towards the airport. "In a surprise business move, Love media has sold all its assets in Liberty City to Umbrella Incorporated. Company owner Donald Love could not be found for comment, but it is rumored that he was under Federal Investigation for a plane that was impounded for dumping six packages in the Portland bay. As you all remember, an unknown party killed the Federal officers in possession of the plane and the plane's fuselage was stolen from the airport. More on this story as it develops" Joey shook his head, changing the station to Game Radio. Love had left him in the cold, made him paranoid about being ratted out. If he was under Federal Investigation, then he probably fled. But that gave Joey something to use if he ever needed a story for the cops. He rarely got caught, but he didn't need the cops on his case all the time. Something to bargain with was always good, but something like this could give him a get out of jail free card if the shit got too thick. Those hackers had erased his file from the cops computers, so Joseph Cain didn't really exist any more, but if they ever got his file again and he was on the one way to Liberty Pen... who knows what he might 'remember', right?
One year later
Maria sat behind the receptionist desk at what had once been Love Media. She had only been working there since the company arrived in Liberty, but she still felt like it was her first week. All she did was accept deliveries; take messages for the Doctors and other employees, and inform people of their appointments arrivals. At the moment, she didn't have any of that to do so she was playing a game of solitary on the computer while listening to Rise FM. Howard Dodge, the security guard on duty during her shift, sat across the lobby from her, dozing at his desk. The job paid an incredible amount for how easy it was, but she was allowed days off and three weeks paid vacation. True, she had to wear a dress skirt and jacket, but it was a small price to pay. The bell sounded as the automatic doors slid open, a gust of hot summer air rushing into the air-conditioned office as Dr. Kevin Smith walked in, his expression in its usual sour setting. "Oh, Dr. Smith, this memo came for you. No messages besides this, sir." Maria handed him the paper before turning back to her game. Howard had sat up in his seat since the boss had arrived, trying to look like he was working on his computer, even though it was turned off. "What!? More security changes! What the hell do they think we're doing here?" Dr. Smith turned on Howard, but skipped his usual ridicule of the man and stormed off towards the elevators. Howard and Maria shook their heads to each other, neither knowing what was going on four stories below them.
Jackson Stevens walked quickly down the street, heading towards the park. He was a respectable construction worker with a wife and fifteen year old daughter, but his life had gone down hill since his wife had decided to read the Now and Xen book. She only cooked this awful tofu crap and was always bent like a pretzel. His daughter didn't even seemed to know he existed, and disobeyed him every chance she got. His business partner had mentioned to him this one hooker who hung around the park, but he had said he would never stoop that low. Now he was walking in the park in a long raincoat and hood despite what he had said. He was only forty-one years old, the prime of his life. His wife was two-year his junior, but had denied him a physical relationship for the past five years. It was like that guy Fernando on the radio said; it was what he needed. Peter had said the hooker hung out by the basketball courts and used the shed as her 'Motel'. That must be it, by the Landstalker. Jack approached the shed slowly, unsure of what to do. The inside of the shed was dark, but the door was slightly ajar and a light silhouetted a woman on a bed. He moved through the door and shut it behind him. Turning, he saw that the woman hadn't moved. All he could see was her outline, laying one her side with her face towards the light. "Kelly Clamp? My friend recommended you for help..." Strange, he thought, she seems to be asleep. I wonder if I just missed Peter. Jack chuckled at his own joke and mover towards her. "Ms. Clamp." He shook her shoulder, trying to wake her up. She rolled onto her back and Jack was stunned by what he saw. Kelly Clamp lay naked in the bed, her eyes staring up at the ceiling of the shack blankly. Where her throat had once been was only a bloody mass of gristle and bone. Jack covered his mouth to keep from throwing up; a human tooth was lodged in the bloody mass and gleamed like a pearl. Jack turned away from the gruesome sight to be presented with another one. "Holy shit!" Jack shouted, grabbing the bat Kelly had kept by her bed for protection. "Peter? Is that you?" Jack whispered, sweaty hands gripping the bat. Peter Paterson stepped into the light, a shadow of his former self. His friend wore no shirt, his left arm hanging on only by the bone. The left side of his face was an open wound, the cavity where his eyes should have been a ragged hole. Three of his teeth were missing as he reached for Jack with his working arm, the other hand working anxiously as he stumbled forward with a mournful moan. Jack swung the bat down more out of denial then out of fear; his friend couldn't be a zombie. The bat connected with a sickening Thud; brains, bone shards, and blood splattering on his face. He looked down at the crumpled body of his friend, breathing a shaky sigh of relief. Jack couldn't believe that he was going to sleep with a hooker because his wife was going through a phase. Still, Kelly had been good looking from the pictures Peter had showed him. Part of him knew that his mind was folding in on itself as he tried to keep his sanity, but he turned to look down at the dead woman even so. She wasn't there! Jack turned towards her just as she lunged; her eyes filmed over with a white, milky film. As Kelly Clamp buried her teeth into his throat, all he could do was think of his wife and daughter. With his last breath, he managed to scream. The zombie that had once been Kelly Clamp finished feeding on Jackson Stevens' body, leaving it on the bed she had once used to make her living. With that, she fell out the window and moved deeper into the city. Several minutes later, the animated corpse of Jackson followed her into the predawn light.
Detective Ben Carter knelt over the body of Peter Paterson, looking at the bat that had caved in his skull. "It doesn't make since, sir. The rate of decay on the body appears to have taken four to five days, but the witnesses said that they heard a man's scream from here less than an hour ago." The beat cop flipped his notepad over to read his next page of notes. "Also, one Gordon Murphy said he saw a bloody, naked woman leaving the scene followed by a man in a raincoat, also bloody. We think it may be the owner of this property. One Ms. Susan Oglavich, a.k.a. Kelly Clamp. Three counts of prostitution, two counts of solicitation, and once count of armed assault. We don't know who the man was." Carter waved the man off, moving to the bed. "There was another murder here. Whoever killed Mr. Paterson was defending himself, but he was attacked from this side and fell back onto the bed. Get me samples of these two bloodstains, I want to know if they're from the same person... Have you found Ms. Oglavich yet?" The beat cop shook his head. "It can't be that hard to find a naked woman covered in blood!" "You'd be surprised, sir." The beat cop said before exiting the shed. Carter knelt down on the floor, lifting the piece of paper that lay just under the bed. It was a letter to a Jackson Stevens. Jack, Listen, I know that you don't want to do this, but I think it would really help you out. Kelly Clamp has been a friend of mine for years, she knows your problems and has agreed to help. You can meet her in the park, by the basketball courts. Trust me, it will save your marriage. Your Friend, Pete It wasn't much, but maybe he'd get lucky. Carter flipped the letter over to find that it was stationary for PanLantic Construction. They were working for Umbrella to remodel Love Media's sub-levels. Maybe that was the link. All Carter knew was that this was no regular case.
"This bulletin just in. The LCPD are stunned today as the investigation continues into a rash of murders through out Liberty City. They have begun a citywide curfew today in an attempt to protect citizens against this unexpected killing spree. So far, six people have died and police are leaning towards a single serial killer. Citizens are reminded to travel in groups at night and to stay off the street between the hours of nine PM and six am. More on this story during our regular broadcast at Seven o'clock." Joey turned off his TV, moving to the window of his apartment. It was the same on that Asuka had told him about, the view from the top floor allowed him to see most of the city. The Staunton Island Plaza blocked his view of Northern Portland. Even at midnight, the twentieth floor of the plaza's main building was brightly lit, Umbrella had bought that also. If you asked him, they knew something about what was happening in the city, they just weren't talking. All he had to do was sneak in and- -The phone on the desk rang, pulling Joey out of his thoughts. He moved to the desk and read the caller ID. Out of Area. Joey switched on the speakerphone and sat in the chair behind his desk. "Yeah." "Joseph Cain?" He answered the affirmative. "Good, my name is Trent and I have a job for you." Joey thought about hanging up, but something about the way Trent talked made him think. "Oh, don't worry. I'm using a secured line and I checked your phone line and it isn't bugged." Trent's voice seemed to smile at him, making him wonder what he knew. "I have heard a lot about you from the Yakuza and several other gangs, and I also know that the Mafia and Cartel are, how shall I say this, you're not on their best side. Anyway, I have some friends arriving at Francis International tomorrow and I would like you to help them. They are a special team of investigators who want to have a look at Umbrella without the constraints of red tape. Can I acquire your services for the duration of their stay?" "Well, Trent, I'm not exactly a tour guide and-" "Ah, yes, I know of your exploits. Well, maybe I could persuade you to help us. I'm willing to offer you fifty thousand dollars a day for your services and expertise. They will be arriving in three hours, just tell them I sent you and they'll ask you for a password. The word is STARS. So, can I count on you?" Weird, he seems to know that I would for it without a doubt, Joey thought coldly. He didn't like to be played. Still 50 thou was a weeks work now a days and crime wasn't exactly easy with the increased patrols. "Yeah, I'm in."
Author's Notes: I named the main Character of GTA3 Joseph Cain in case your wondering, made him talk too. Any suggestions or ideas are welcome.