Resident
Evil: The Sunnydale conspiracy
Author:
Vampyr64
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Rating:
A very heavy R for extreme violence and language
Distribution:
If you want it then you can have it
Category:
Story/Angst/Horror/Adventure/Romance
Disclaimer:
The great and powerful Joss owns Buffy and friends. The man at the emerald city
owns Resident Evil, or is it Capcom? Whatever, it matters not.
Spoilers:
General
Summary:
Read the previous parts
Author's
notes: This part may appear a bit off to you, for that I apologize. I conferred
with my friend and he agreed that I should place some characters from The
Resident Evil universe in this fic. This part is to act as an introduction.
There will also be characters that my friend and me have created for our RE stories.
I have taken an excerpt from one of my stories in order to familiarize those of
you who are uninitiated into the world of survival horror. This story was
originally meant to be the first in a series but I have decided to turn it into
an epic.
Part
6
January
29, 2001, 0100 hrs Zulu
3
miles outside of Sunnydale Ca
Nicholas
Martin saw the sign for the off ramp and turned his vehicle onto the exit ramp.
The red jeep sped from the highway onto the local roads as he checked his road
map again, "This is the place" he said as he confirmed his location. Sunnydale
was indeed a small community. He couldn't help but notice the sharp contrast
between this place and New York, "Almost like Raccoon---" he quickly shook
those thoughts from his mind.
He
turned onto a side road and began scanning for the warehouse. After a few miles
he saw what he was looking for and pulled his jeep into the lot. The parking
lot was empty save for a black van and a blue sports car. The moon shown
through the clouds to cast an eerie glow on the place.
He
pulled up alongside the van and killed the motor. Moving to the back, he
retrieved his duffel before he made his way over to the warehouse doors. The
place looked like it hadn't been used in several years, the walls were rusted
and the doors had paint peeling off of them.
He
stepped up to the side door and rapped on the wood. After a moment, there was
the sound of the door being unlocked and it swung slowly open.
A
man who looked to be in his early thirties greeted him. He had spiky brown hair
and his eyes gleamed with a mischievous look. A cigar hung at a jaunty angle
from his mouth, the corners of his mouth were pushed up in a smile. He wore
dark green combat fatigues and a Berreta nine-millimeter hung at his side.
"I
guess you would be Nicholas huh?" the man asked in a brash tone.
"Yeah,
that would be me." Nicholas replied with an equal amount of bravado.
The
man eyed him for a minute, then stuck out his hand, "Pleased to meet you. The
name's Chris Redfield.
Several
minutes later Nicholas was being introduced to the rest of the team. "This man
here is David Arson." Chris began the introductions, "He was head of security
at an Umbrella facility in the Mojave desert. There was a chemical leak and the
complex was overrun with monsters. He managed to survive and escape, now he's
joined our little group. He will be serving as heavy weapons specialist." David
just smirked, "Happy to be here."
"This
here" he pointed to a man with spiky black hair who looked like a wannabe
rockstar "is Quan Williamson. His S.T.A.R.S team had a run in with the Umbrella
Biohazard Countermeasures Squad. He was the only survivor. Now he's after
revenge. Quan is our vehicle expert."
"Howdy." Quan greeted him.
Chris
pointed to a man who was dressed in a similar outfit "Our resident computer
expert is Peter Stansfield. His cousin was a S.T.A.R.S. officer who was lost
during a raid on their arctic base. Nicholas exchanged a quick nod with him.
"Ex-army
Cassandra Davis is our team medic. Her medical rescue team received a distress
call from an Umbrella camp. She was the sole survivor."
"I
heard about that." Nicholas said, "My uncle was a part of that team."
The
short brunette smiled at him and nodded her head in understanding.
"I
believe you already know Jonathan Reeves, our demolitions expert." Even after
all this time, it still amazed Nicholas how big Jonathan was. The man looked
like he could bench-press a truck, but his face betrayed a kind-hearted man.
"Hey
buddy, glad to see you made it out okay!" His former teammate greeted him with
a hardy handshake.
"You
too John." He returned the greeting.
"I
believe everyone is familiar with my story/" Chris asked. Everyone nodded.
Chris
continued, "Everyone this is Nicholas Martin of the N.Y.P.D Special Forces. He
is our infiltration's expert and team sniper."
The
Australian spoke up, "Just what is you story mate? If y'don't mind me askin?"
Nicholas
smiled at him, "not at all. But it may take a few minutes."
"What,
did you take on a city of zombies?" Quan asked in irritation.
With
the smile still on his face Nicholas responded, "More or less."
That
shut the Ozzy up.
They
all settled back to listen as Nicholas recounted his tale.
September
26 2000, 0900 hrs
Raccoon
city
"This is too weird for television" Nicholas
complained as he watched the approaching hoard. The sentiment was meant to be
humorous, but Nicholas was far from joking. As he watched the mass of undead he
saw that it didn't at all look like an army of death. He could see Women in their
aprons, spattered food still on them. He saw children who looked like they had
recently been playing in the dirt, teenagers who looked like they had recently
come from school. He saw construction workers in their dirtied work clothes,
and businessmen still in their suits. "These people aren't supposed to be dead"
he thought to himself "let alone
walking around feasting on the flesh of their fellow human." "What a way to
spend a vacation."
"You can say that again." He looked to his
side, his partner, Sergeant Jonathan Reeves didn't look particularly thrilled
at the situation either. Nicholas knew where he was coming from, the two had
served together in the NYC, specs ops unit for over 3 years, and they were the
best. They had seen many strange things in that time "But this takes the cake"
John muttered under his breath. Nicholas nodded, something like this shouldn't
even be possible, people didn't walk around when they were dead. But here they
were "And there they are" Nicholas said aloud. John nodded and hefted the heavy
shotgun that he held. It was a Remington 100P fast action with increased barrel
length for greater accuracy, and a more precise blast radius. As the heavy
weapons specialist of the group John got to carry all the big guns.
Nicholas,
as the team sniper had access to a less powerful, but far more accurate
arsenal. This however was not a standard op, his PSG1 had been replaced with an
M4A1 automatic rifle, to afford him a greater mobility. The weapon was still
highly accurate and had a greater rate of fire. In this situation Nicholas was
glad that it was by his side.
Behind
him he heard the screeching of tires as a car pulled up. He turned around to
see that it was a battered and beaten patrol car. The side doors opened and his
commanding officer, Captain Steven Mason stepped out of the vehicle followed by
the commander of the police forces, Captain Davis.
Captain
Mason addressed his men "Report" John responded "We have established a line of
defense sir, snipers are positioned on the roof of the building, our bazooka
squad has the enemy in its sights, and we have a team out looking for
survivors." Mason responded "Excellent" his deep voice boomed as he spoke
"gentlemen we have developed a plan, with the help of police Chief Brian Irons,
the main force of the R.P.D. is going to act as a diversionary force to draw
the zombies away from the civilians. Our squad is then going to search for
survivors and transport them to the evac point, at a bus station a few blocks
from here, after all of the survivors have been evacuated we are going to raze
the area in order to prevent the zombies from escaping the city."
Nicholas could see Mason studying their eyes
as he gauged their response. "Any Questions" no one spoke up. Captain Mason
nodded "Then lets do this people." Captain Davis took over "All squad prepare
to open fire, pick your targets, conserve ammo, you all know what it takes to
put these things down so don't waste." Nicholas took up his sniping position,
he raised the rifle to his shoulder, looking through the scope and zeroed in on
one of the zombies in the distance. He placed the crosshairs over the creatures
left eye and waited for the order to fire.
He didn't have to wait long. "Fire!" the
order rang out like a rifle blast and soon the air was alive with the sounds of
weapons discharging. Nicholas pulled the trigger and sent a round right through
his target's eye. The creature's head exploded in a shower of gore as the
bullet tore out the back of its head. All around him he heard the sounds of
gunfire as the other officer's pecked at the mass with their weapons. Nicholas
could see the zombies' shudder as the hail of bullets ripped into them. But
they weren't falling, at least not enough of them. Only a handful had been put
down and they were getting closer and closer to the barricades.
Nicholas took aim and put another bullet
through a zombie's face, the creature shuddered and fell. He dispatched three
more in this fashion and then took stock of the situation.
The police were holding there own, but just
barely. The main mass of zombies was still standing, and coming closer by the
second. To his left he saw John tear into a group of the creatures with his
shotgun, the blast vaporized the upper half of their bodies and they stumbled to
the ground, the legs twitching reflexively. Nicholas switched his weapon to
auto and took out a trio of zombies with an automatic burst.
The
zombies were nearly on top of them and their numbers were still overwhelming.
But they had accomplished their goal, they had punched a hole right through the
mass. A hole wide enough to fit a squad through. Nicholas heard captain Davis
give the order. "Let's move out people." Nicholas let off another burst, then
moved from his crouched position to his feet. He saw his opening in the army of
undead and took off running, right for the hole. He reached it and dove through
as a rotted hand shot out from the mass to grab him. He tucked into a roll and
came out on his feet, running at full speed for the alley just ahead. When he
reached the passage he turned around to check on the rest of the squad.
He saw John charge through, not even
bothering to fit through the hole, he barreled over a group of zombies as he
tore through to the other side. Just behind John he saw several more men,
including his captain and the team explosives specialist dive through the hole.
A second later he saw another officer attempt to dive through the opening, but
the hole had almost completely closed.
As
Nicholas watched in horror, the poor man was yanked off his feet and pulled,
kicking and screaming, into the middle of the crowd. Immediately after, he
heard a blood-curdling wail as the zombies tore the man apart. Blood spattered
on the undead as they fought over the now mutilated corpse that had, only
seconds earlier been a living, breathing human being.
Nicholas turned away in disgust and focused
his mind on the task at hand. He waited by the alley until the rest of the
rescue squad reached his position. Captain Mason spoke up "Alright people sound
off." The officer's names rang out and when they were finished they determined
that 13 made it through the "gauntlet" That meant that they had lost three men
coming through. "No time for sorrow people" his captain said "we have a job to
do, now let's move out."
They moved in silence through the dark alley,
weapons trained ahead to fend off whatever horror they might encounter. The
sounds of gunfire slowly faded, to be replaced by the sounds of the wind as
they traveled further and further from the police barricade. They neared the
end of the alley and, stepping through they emerged in an open, empty street
area. Nicholas knew that they were only a block away from the bus station,
which was there final destination.
As they moved into the street, they caught
their first sight of survivors, a group of about eight people was attempting to
fend off a small cluster of zombies. Captain Mason's squad went to work,
opening up on the zombies with a burst of automatic fire. The creatures were
torn apart in the hail of bullets. The freed people ran to the rescue squad,
the captain picked out a detachment to escort them to the bus station, and the
rest of the squad was off again.
They soon came upon a second group of
survivors that the zombies were already beginning to attack. Nicholas picked
off the first few with his rifle and, with the help of the other squad members,
they were able to rescue five of the seven civilians. Another detachment was
picked out to escort the new group and the squad went off in search of other
survivors. It went on in this fashion for the next hour, until the squad had
rescued every survivor in the area. All in all the count was thirty-three with
twelve lost during the rescue attempt. The rescue squad had lost 2 men during
the operation and several were wounded. The captain ordered the rest of the
squad to head to the bus station to see to the evacuation of the civilians and
the wounded.
The team moved through the silent and
desolate streets with six survivors in tow. The rest had already been sent
ahead to the station. As they came to the end of the street they were on and
rounded a corner Nicholas saw that they were in a courtyard of sorts. Cars were
parked on either side of the road and he could smell the fumes from an
overheated engine. As he looked in the distance, towards a set of dim street
lamps, he caught sight of another crowd of undead as they descended on a small
group of helpless citizen's.
The captain spoke up "Alright people you know
the drill, engage the enemy." At these words the squad immediately ran forward
and as they came into range, they opened fire on the zombies. Nicholas targeted
on of the attacking creatures and sent a round right through its forehead, the
monster moaned and collapsed. He had succeeded in putting down a few more
zombies when he heard a screeching noise coming from above them.
He looked up and saw a flock of birds
descending from the darkening sky. As Nicholas watched, one of the birds
swooped down on one of the officers. "Look out!" Nicholas called, but he was
too late. The bird shot from the sky and bit the neck of the officer. The man
yelped in pain and grabbed at the creature, tearing it off his neck. The bird
tore a hunk of flesh from the officer's throat as it was flung to the ground.
Without
his throat, the man was unable to breathe, and he slowly choked to death,
vomiting blood until he finally collapsed to the street.
Immediately
afterward the rest of the birds swooped down on the squad. They began tearing
into the officers as they cawed a bloodcurdling cry. The men looked up and
started to fire on the ferocious foul. Nicholas could tell right away that they
had no chance against the monster birds, there were just too many of them. The
creatures he started to see were of incredible size, over twice the size of a
normal bird. Their feathers were falling off en masse and their eyes had that
same glazed over look that the rest of the zombies showed. He shouted out to
his captain "Sir we need to get out of here, there is no way that we can hold
them all off."
"I am inclined to agree" his commander
concurred "Alright people we are pulling out, get to any survivors you can and
evac. We'll meet at the bus station." Nicholas immediately kicked into action,
lowering his head he charged into the flock of birds. He smashed into them,
after a few seconds breaking through to the other side.
He
rounded up the small group and herded them towards an alley that he saw in the
distance. The birds saw what he was trying to do and shot after his group. He
could hear them coming towards him, shrieking ferociously. He switched his
weapon to full auto and at the last second, when the birds were right on top of
them, he dove to the ground ducking into a roll. When he came up the barrel was
pointed right at the mass of demon birds. The birds somehow must have realized
what was happening because they tried to dive out of the way, but it was too
late. Nicholas opened fire and blood spattered all over as the birds were
caught in the trap. Bloody feathers slowly floated to the ground as he led his
group down the side alley. They headed down the small deserted alley and after
a few minutes, when Nicholas was certain that they had lost the birds, he
turned around to look for the rest of his squad. He saw nothing and decided to
wait. After a few minutes he saw some vague figures in the distance. Slowly,
the figures came into focus and Nicholas could see that it was the rest of the
team.
He
saw his commander in the lead, followed by most of the other officers and a few
survivors. He was extremely relieved that most of the squad had made it out of
there. "Nice to see you captain" he said as the squad reached his position.
"Likewise lieutenant" His commander returned. He quickly filled Nicholas in on
the situation. They had just barely made it to the alley in one piece. Two
officers and one civilian hadn't been so lucky.
Captain
mason addressed the group "We're moving out, we have to get these people to the
bus station and out of town safely. Sergeant Reeves you take point, Lieutenant
Martin you take the rear." Nicholas immediately moved to the back of the group.
"The rest of you, let's move out."
The
group headed out, again moving in silence, attempting to prepare themselves for
any new nightmare that they might encounter. Nicholas couldn't help but think
about all of the people that had already died, and those that were going to
die, as a result of whatever had happened in this city. He'd seen the faces,
they were human but at the same time they were inhuman.
The eyes said nothing of the life they had
lived. Nothing of sunny days spent playing with friends or of those rainy
nights with family. They spoke nothing
of joys or of sorrows, of hopes for the future, or dreams of the past. No, the
eyes spoke only of a deep pain, and of an endless hunger. A hunger that could
never be satisfied, a hunger for the flesh of the living. Nicholas shook these
thought from his head and tried to focus on the present "C'mon Nick, don't do
this you can't think about that right now that's what causes people to lose
it." He wasn't going to lose it, too many people were counting on him. He moved
ahead with new confidence, he was going to make it out of here.
They
made it the rest of the way to the bus station without incident and soon they
rendezvoused with the rest of the rescue squad. Captain mason immediately
ordered the squad to see to the evacuation of the civilians. There were fifty
survivors altogether, too many for the small bus they had located, so it was
decided that they would draw lots. The thirty "winners" would be loaded on the
bus and sent out of town, though Nicholas knew that they wouldn't actually be
taken anywhere, the risk of spreading the possible contagion was just too
great.
They
would be held at a "safe" location on the outskirts of town, until a team of
scientists could determine if they were contaminated with the "virus." He
didn't want to even think of what might happen to them if it was discovered
that they were infected. "You know exactly what will become of them if that
happens don't you Nick. They'll be left inside that "safe" house until one by
one they turn, and devour each other. A horrible death to be sure." As for the
other not so "lucky" survivors. They would have to wait until the bus came back
to pick them up. "IF it came back" Nicholas thought to himself "if the driver
even has the guts to come back here to see if anyone is alive." That would be
several hours from now, no telling what could happen in that time.
"Anyone left here will probably be slaughtered.
The small force left behind wouldn't be able to protect them for long." Once
again Nicholas shook the thoughts from his head and got to work helping with
the loading of the bus. After a few minutes they had the bus loaded up and
ready to go. Nicholas could see the looks of happiness and exhuberation on the
faces of those seated on the bus, in stark contrast to the expressions of
horror and doom on the faces of those left behind. This didn't seem humane, to
decide peoples fate by the roll of the dice.
Normally such a thing wouldn't happen, but
this situation was far from normal, and it was better that at least someone
survived this horror. Nicholas finished what he was doing and decided to go see
the captain. "I have to talk to him about what we are going to do about these
other people… and how we are going to survive until help arrives."
Nicholas
searched for his commander among the chaos of the evacuation effort. He finally
spotted him next to a pair of fuel tanks. He began to walk towards him, "Captain"
he began "I need to talk to you about---" the rest of his sentence was abruptly
cut off as the sounds of automatic fire ripped through the air.
He
looked to where it was coming from and saw a group of officers who were being
pursued by hideous monster like things.
He
watched in horror as one of the creatures caught up to one of the fleeing
officers and ripped him in two with its powerful arms.
The
remaining officers quickened their pace to escape from the creatures as the
team at the bust station began to give covering fire.
"Get
that bus out of here NOW!" his commander barked. A moment later, the bus's
engine started and it began to pull away from the station. Nicholas let out a
sigh of relief as the bus pulled clear of the station. He trained his rifle on
the oncoming creatures and let loose with a burst of automatic fire. The blast
caught the monster in the chest and succeeded in slowing him down. Nicholas saw
the officers were beginning to break away from their pursuers.
He
turned his attention back to the creatures and was about to open fire again
when he saw something that made him shiver.
The
lead creature, apparently unwilling to let its prey escape let loose a
thunderous roar and leapt twenty feet forward into the fleeing men. The
creature stabbed out with its claws and grabbed one of the men by his back. The
man screamed in agony as the claws tore through flesh and cartilage. On reflex,
the corpse squeezed the trigger to his rifle and the ground in front of
Nicholas was pelted by fire.
"Oh shit"
Nicholas exclaimed as he saw the bullets land closer and closer to the fuel
tanks. "EVERYBODY RUN!" Nicholas shouted as he took off away from the tanks at
full speed. He knew very well that if those bullets hit the tanks, the
resulting explosion would take out a city block. He forced his legs to pump
faster and faster as he tried to escape the blast radius.
There
was the unmistakable sound of bullets bouncing off hollow metal, followed split
second later by an earth-shattering BOOM!
Nicholas
was picked up and hurled ten feet in the air. He crashed into a pile of garbage
and the world went dark.
"When
I woke up, I found that everyone else had been killed in the explosion or from
the zombie attacks. I managed to make it to the police station and tried to
enlist the chief's help in searching for other survivors. He was less than
cooperative, so I set out on my own. I eventually located a highschool that was
being used as a sanctuary for town survivors. With the help of some fellow
officers and some war veterans I was able to evacuate the survivors on foot and
escape the town before it was vaporized in the air strike."
"Bloody
hell!" the Australian remarked, "That's some story mate"
Nicholas
merely nodded sadly. There was silence
After
a minute, Chris broke the silence, "Alright, now that introductions are out of
the way, let's get down to business. We received reports a month ago that
Umbrella was getting ready to open a new facility in Sunnydale. Now to the
public, this facility will be just another pharmaceutical testing and
development lab. The complex is also supposed to contain offices for the higher
ups, in other words, it's the new headquarters for Umbrella in this country.
Unfortunately, it goes much deeper then simple medical chemicals. Umbrella is
building a secret lab facility with the walls as well as below the ground."
He
removed several packets from a briefcase and passed them around, "These are
reconnaissance photos that were taken by one of our operatives. They show that
Umbrella is building holding facilities in the sublevels. There is also a troop
garrison. If every one will turn to page 11"
Nicholas
turned to the page and saw a picture of a scientist holding a canister that
read G virus Alpha.
"This"
Chris explained, "Is the new fast acting G virus that Umbrella is working on,
it more than halves the time between infection and zombification. Umbrella is
moving all their research on this virus to the new facility. If that virus is
successfully created, then we could be looking at a new age in biological
weapons. Umbrella will sell to the highest bidder and countries would be at the
mercy of terrorist organizations. But, if we can destroy their research and
cripple the facility before they finish, then we will have eliminated the threat
of biological terrorism."
He
regarded each of them in turn, "This is very important people. We have to
succeed. The fate of the world could hang in the balance."
The
Ozzy snorted, "God you sound like someone out of a cheesy action story."
Chris
smiled, "Good, that's the effect I was going for." He turned serious again,
"Okay, here's the plan. We will send a team in to do recon of the facility. We
need to determine exactly where the virus is being stored as well as the actual
capabilities of the facility itself."
"Who
gets the honors of doing this little job?" Peter asked.
"The
recon team will consist of myself and Lt. Martin." Chris replied.
"How
come you lousy yanks get to have all the fun?" Quan asked in an annoyed tone
"Don't
you know?" Nicholas smirked, "It's our national credo."
Quan
scoffed, "Bloody wankers."
"Alright
everybody" Chris stepped in, " Lets get the vehicles inside the warehouse so we
don't attract any unwanted attention then I suggest everyone get some rest get.
We have a long day ahead of us.
0230
hrs
Sunnydale
Bus Depot
Xander
stepped down off the bus and looked at the area around him. He felt as if he
should know this place, though he couldn't ever remember having been here.
He
had emerged from the woods after several hours of running, confident that no
one was following him and surprised that he hadn't even broken a sweat. He
stumbled upon a mountain road and walked along it until he reached a truck
stop. He learned that he was in Montana in the Black Hills. He had 'appropriated'
a vehicle and had driven until he ran out of gas. He felt like he was being
drawn to this Sunnydale place that kept appearing in his mind. He knew he had
to get there, so he walked until he found a bus station. Many hours later, here
he was.
The air here seemed so familiar, like he had
been breathing it all his life. As he looked up at the night sky, he got a
sense of dejavu, as though he had looked up from this same spot before.
He
began walking into town, to find a motel to stay for the night. He stepped onto
Main Street and was hit by a flash of memories.
He and two girls, one red head and one
blonde, walking down the street to The Espresso Pump. Cruising down the street
at night, looking for some fun. Heading to the bronze. Stumbling down the
street, drunk off his ass. Talking with some weird guy with spiked
hair…deadboy?
Just
as he felt like he was beginning to remember, the memories began to slowly fade
until they ceased all together. He shook his head to clear it, and began
walking again.
He
had the strangest sensation of familiarity, like he wasn't a visitor but a man
coming home. He looked at the shops around him and knew that he had been in
most of them, which scared him greatly. If he had been here before then why did
he not remember it?
After
a few minutes of walking he saw a cemetery and was inexplicably drawn to it.
The gate was locked so he hopped the fence, amazed at how easily he cleared the
eight-foot gate, Something is definitely wrong here. What the hell did
those bastards do to me?
He
chose a path and started walking through the all too familiar graveyard. It was
strange but he knew he had been here before, many times. He seemed to recall
long nights spent here with that blonde and red head, sitting on tombstones waiting
around for…for…what the hell WERE they waiting for?
He
started up a small hill and had the strange sense that he had climbed this hill
many times.
He
paused as he reached the top, there was a single tombstone. A bit of overgrowth
had obscured part of the name, but he could make out the first part. It said
"Jesse."
As
soon as he saw the name, he was assaulted by more memories. There were images of him and a dark haired
kid and the red head, playing in a sandbox, Him and the dark haired boy walking
down a hallway, laughing. The boy playing a prank on their teacher. Being
dragged away by strange creatures, glistening fangs… driving a stake through
the boy's heart.
The
memories became too much for him to handle and he collapsed to the ground,
clutching his head in pain.
"Are
you alright Alex?" a voice reached him through the waves of agony, "You seem a
bit upset."
The
pain lessened and after a few seconds Alex rose to his feet, "He spotted the
owner of the voice, a blonde man dressed in dark blue combat fatigues with
sunglasses hiding his eyes. Sunglasses? Who the hell wears sunglasses at
this time in the morning?
"Who
the hell are you?" Xander asked in part annoyance and part curiosity, he felt
like he knew this man.
The
man figure smiled at him, "I am someone who wants to help you Alex. You might
say we're old friends."
A
flash of intuition hit Xander and he returned the smile with a mock version of
his own.
A
single word escaped his lips, "Wesker."
End
Part 6
Next
part, Wesker confronts Xander in the graveyard, can you say fight? However, it
night not turn out the way you expected. Buffy and Willow confer with Giles
over this latest threat, and the S.T.A.R.S. team infiltrates the new Umbrella
facility in search of the new virus, but they have a run in with Umbrella's
newest employee. Any guesses as to whom it is, HMM? See you next week. If my
ideas are getting old or fragmented, then please let me know so I can change
them.