Resident
Evil: The Sunnydale Conspiracy
Author:
Vampyr64
Disclaimer:
Joss own the folks at Buffy. Capcom own the rights to Resident Evil.
Part
1
January
24, 2001, 0400 hrs Zulu
Somewhere
in Antarctica
The
Black Hawk helicopter swept quietly through the dark skies above the Arctic
wasteland. The pilot was flying low to the ground in order to avoid the enemy's
early detection radar. The helicopter was operating under silent running and so
made barely a sound as it sped through the air.
Aboard
the craft, Lt. Alexander Harris sat in the cargo bay, going through one last
check of his equipment. Harris listened with detached interest as his
commander, Steven Raishe, gave the final briefing.
"Alright
men" his commanders voice sounded cold and gravelly amidst the background noise
of the helicopters blades, "ETA to target landing zone is five minutes. We're
putting down two clicks out so we can avoid their radar. " He pulled a map out
of his pack and opened it. "We enter the base here" he indicated a metallic
protrusion on the satellite photo, "From there we split into two teams. Alpha
team, your job will be to disable the security systems on the upper level.
Delta team will take the cargo lift down to the lower levels. Lt. Harris will
access the lab facility and allow the rest of Delta team to secure the rest of
the facility. You hear that Harris/"
"Yeah
captain I hear ya" Harris responded as he snapped a clip into one of his Glock
nine-millimeters and racked the slide,. "You can count on me."
Raishe
nodded and continued the briefing, "We want to keep as low a profile as
possible during this op. That means no surreptitious discharging of firearms
and that means you Harris."
His
commander fixed him with another stare and Harris responded with a "Huh me?" look.
"Yeah
you" Raishe answered the unspoken question. It was well known among Harris's
fellow squadmates that he was a bit of a cowboy, which made it all the weirder
that his designation was team infiltration and suppression specialist. In
short, he was the guy who snuck up behind the enemy and slit their throat with
a combat knife. He preferred to use his Glock's with silencers though. Harris
was also well known for his usage of the twin automatic pistols. He refused to
use any other kind of weapon, even when the situation called for heavy fire
power, he would simply use Teflon coated bullets. The pistols worked fine for
his purposes, and no one ever bothered to confront him on it. Harris had a
reputation for being someone that you didn't mess with. He was well respected
for his role in fighting the evils of the Hellmouth. The rest of the world may
not have known about the things that go bump in the night, but it was hard for
a military group like S.T.A.R.S to not have that knowledge.. They were
constantly in the thick of battle and it was inevitable that they would
eventually encounter evidence of the "real world."
The
first indication for the group had come when an entire squad of operatives was
wiped out during the raid of a suspected drug cartel. It turned out that the
demons were involved in the production of top quality cocaine. After the
incident, the S.T.A.R.S set up a special task force nicknamed "Demon hunters"
to handle anti-demon operations. Harris, who was a new recruit at the time, had
distinguished himself by rescuing his entire team from a demon ambush that had
been set up to decimate the new division. He had led the demons into a trap,
using himself as the bait. He baited them into an abandoned warehouse and had
set fire to it, killing all of the demons that were later revealed to have been
vampires. When asked about where he got the idea, he would only say that he had
taken a cue from a blonde.
The
commander had finished giving his instructions when he received his signal from
the pilot, "Alright men, we are approaching the drop zone. LET'S LOCK AND
LOAD!"
As
Xander, or Alex as he was now known donned his gear and prepared for the drop,
he thought back to the day over two years ago when all this had started.
Sunnydale
Ca, some time over two years ago
Xander
was on his way to the library to meet the rest of the gang. They were supposed
to discuss some new evil that threatened the world. Xander felt a moments
hesitation when he recalled what Buffy had said the other night, that he should
stay out of the way, but he shook it off My friends won't push me aside
he thought. He was about to learn that he was dead wrong.
As
he neared the doors to the library he began to hear the sounds of a discussion
inside. I wonder why they started without me Just as he was about to
open the doors to walk in, he heard something that set in motion the
destruction of his world.
"I
should get Xander so we can-" "No Will. I want Xander to stay out of this. We
don't need him getting in the way. I can't look out for him all the time."
Xander
couldn't believe what he had just heard. Buffy had basically called him a
liability, useless. He waited for his childhood friend to defend him. What he
heard next, felt like someone driving a stake through his heart.
"Maybe
you're right Buffy. I don't want Xander to get in the way either."
Xander
felt the strength leave his legs and was surprised that he hadn't fallen to his
knees. His friends had just given him the brush-off. They had abandoned him.
Xander was surprised that he felt no tears stinging his eyes. In fact, he felt
no real sorrow at all. He somehow always knew that this would happen. After
all, if his own parents thought he was useless why should his friends feel any
different. He had thought that they would remember all the things he had done
for them. But, he realized they only saw what they wanted to see. And, what
they wanted to see was silly goofball Xander, who never did anything but make
people laugh. That's all they thought he was good for. They didn't have to
worry about hurting his feelings because he was just Xander, he had no feelings
to hurt. He always knew that in the end he would be alone. That was how it had
always been and that is how it would always be. He felt no sorrow or loss. All
he felt was a profound emptiness. He felt new strength in his legs and he
raised himself up to his full height. If they didn't want him around, then he
would stop inconveniencing them. He would finish up here, then he would go
somewhere he was needed. He thought back to the conversation he had had with
his cousin.
"The
S.T.A.R.S is a top notch military organization. You could do a lot of good
there Xander. If you ever want a chance to join up just give me a call.
"I
think I'll do that Pete." Xander spoke softly as he walked away from the
library and his old life. "I've been needing a change of scenery and I hear L.A
is beautiful this time of year."
He
caught sight of Jack O'toole walking down the hallway and remembered that there
was something strange going on with him. "First though, I got something I need
to take care of."
January
24, 0405 hrs Zulu
Alex
shook himself out of his revere as he heard his commander bark out the order to
vacate the vehicle. He steeled himself against the Arctic weather and plunged out
the back of the aircraft. He hit the ground running and quickly met up with the
rest of his team. As the commander began giving out moving orders, he heard the
helicopter noise fade behind him and turned to watch it disappear behind a far
off ridge.
"Alright
men, let's MOVE OUT!"
He
took off with the rest of the squad, and as they made their way toward the
distant mountain, he muttered a single comment that he knew the rest of the men
in the squad agreed with, "Umbrella, you're going down!"
End
Part 1
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