Resident Evil: The Sunnydale conspiracy
Author: Socrates
Rating: A heavy R for violence and some language
Disclaimer: You all know the drill so don't expect me to repeat it.
Distribution: Someone wants my story? Oh by all means. Just tell me where its going or I will hunt you down.
Spoilers: General
Summary: Basically, Xander runs away from Sunnydale and joins a paramilitary organization called S.T.A.R.S. which is bent on destroying the evil pharmaceutical company: Umbrella Inc.
Category: Story/Action/Horror/Drama/Romance
Authors notes: Hey! Its me again. I bet you thought that I forgot about this huh. I didn't but I haven't been in a good mood for awhile and so I lost me writers mood. I might add that feedback does greatly help to improve my mood.
Author's second note: This will be a B/X story in the end. I am aware that many out there are B/S fans right now and that's fine, but I am not. If you outright hate B/X then this story ain't for you. I don't write romance though so B/X won't be the main point of the story.
Part 8A
Umbrella's new headquarters
The outskirts of Sunnydale Ca
January, 30, 2001 0930 Zulu
The old industrial complex had been built during the 40's for use in the construction of aircraft and other war machines during World War II. After the war, it had served for awhile as a car factory before it had been closed down. Over the years it had fallen into disrepair and the town council had decided to have it demolished.
That was when Umbrella came into the picture.
They had quickly offered to purchase the entire complex and the surrounding land for a generous amount of money. Needless to say, the council had readily agreed.
Not long after that the area had been cordoned off from the public and a massive fence had been built.
Nothing unusual about that since all large companies had their headquarters on private property.
About 2 months later, a steady stream of construction vehicles and equipment began to makes its way to and from the complex. For the next year and a half, there was constant activity in the area and many citizens wondered what was being built.
No one from the town had gotten a look at it until now.
The massive Umbrella building sat in the middle of what once had been a field. The incredible structure looked every bit like what one would imagine an endlessly wealthy company like Umbrella would have built. Immense concrete spines extended out from the core, which was in a raised position, and continued down ward at an angle while slowly gaining distance from each other. In between each spine was a section of concrete several times as thick as the spine, placed so that it was pie shaped, with the tip pointing right at the core. To simplify the explanation, the building resembled an open umbrella.
The structure itself was several city blocks in diameter. An enormous metallic platform sat at the top and stretched from mid point of one side to the mid point of the one across from it. At either end of the platform, a large helicopter platform/lift was positioned.
At the base of the structure, at certain points, were large metal doors that were used for the loading of cargo. It was at one of these points that Buffy Summers considered making her entry into the facility.
After having easily leapt over the ten foot electrical fence, Buffy used the cover of darkness to make her way towards the facility. Right now, she hid behind a truck as she waited for the opening to make a break for the cargo doors.
Two men stood in front of the cavernous opening and chatted lightly, unaware of the slayer who was quickly warming to the idea of murder. It wouldn't be so bad if I killed them would it? she asked herself. No Buffy, you can't just go around killing people. You're Buffy the Vampire slayer not Buffy the slayer of annoying humans her conscience answered her. Fine, fine. No killing…but maybe I could just injure them a little. They'd survive and it would make me feel a lot be- her private musings were cut short as both of the men finished their conversation and walked back inside as the door were activated.
Buffy watched as both sections of the door, one in the floor and the other in the ceiling, lowered while she waited for the men to get out of hearing range.
C'mon, c'mon. Hurry
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, the two men turned a corner and were out of sight.
Yes!
Buffy jumped to her feet and took off at full speed for the rapidly disappearing opening. As she reached it, the opening had just about closed. Buffy leapt forward and shot through the air like a bullet, her body rigid, narrowly shooting in between the doors before they closed. Once she was through, she executed a single forward roll while in mid air as she untucked her arms from her sides. As expected, the maneuver was successful and she landed in a perfect crouch while making almost no sound at all.
Sometimes I really love being the slayer
She quickly rolled to the side and behind some wooden crates as a guard walked into the room. The guard looked around for a minute, then shrugged and walked off.
That was close
Buffy peered out from behind the crate to make sure the coast was clear. Satisfied that she was safe, she crept from her hiding spot and inched forward toward the doors that would lead her deeper into the facility.
This place is like a fortress. I'm gonna need some kind of disguise if I'm gonna get anywhere.
She made her way quietly to the empty cargo administrators office and ducked through the door. Her eyes scanned the room, lighting up as they fell across what she was after.
Ah ha! Found it!
She walked over to the computer and pulled the disk that Willow had given her out of her pocket. The Wicca had used her extensive knowledge and expertise with operating systems to craft a program that would effectively bypass almost any form of security. Buffy slipped the disc into the reader and typed in the activation password that Willow had given her. A few hums and beeps later, and the selection screen appeared.
Just as I thought. This terminal isn't connected to the mainframe so I can't get access to any detailed info on what they're up to. I need to find a main terminal.
Her fingers flew across the keys, seeking information. Willow had been instructing Buffy on how properly use a computer and the slayer was rather accomplished at it now. It still wasn't her idea of fun, but at least she could get information when she had to.
If I can't access the main database then maybe I can at least get a map of this place so I can find out where the main terminals are located.
A few commands later and the building layout scrolled across the screen.
Maps of the lower levels are restricted. I wonder what they're hiding down there?
She brought up the next series of maps and found what she was looking for. A small smile spread across her face, and widened when something else caught her attention.
The locker room. I can find a lab disguise there, then I won't have to worry about being spotted.
She made a note of the locations, then quickly turned off the computer and left the office. She quietly made her way out into the hall and towards the locker room. Before she got more that fifteen feet down the hall however a voice stopped her in her tracks.
"Just what the hell do you think you're doing here young lady!?"
Busted. Buffy slowly turned around and regarded the middle aged security guard who stood with his hand on his hips, waiting for an explanation. Think Buffy, think!
"Uh, I…work here?" She offered sheepishly.
The guard stared blankly at her for a moment before his expression surprisingly softened and he nodded. "Oh." he said.
Huh? Buffy smiled nervously at him and started to turn around.
"Wait just a minute!"
I knew it couldn't be THAT easy.
Buffy looked at him again.
"Are you sure?"
The question caught Buffy off guard and she stared at him, dumbfounded for a moment. Finally she answered, "Uh huh."
"Alright then." The guard nodded at her once more then walked off.
Buffy just stood there for a minute in shock, "I can't believe that actually worked!" she whispered to herself. Still shaking her head she resumed her walk toward the locker room.
Chris Redfield sat next to Nicholas Martin in the truck, staring impassively at the security guard as he looked at their authorization. Using the talents of the teams resident hacker, they had managed to create a set of fake ID's, as well as authorization that would get them through the main gate and into the facility under the pretense of cargo delivery. The plan was to get in, find the evidence they were looking for, and get out again before anyone knew they were there. That was the plan, but both Chris and Nick new how often well laid plans went to shit.
After a few minutes of intense scrutinization, the guard looked up and nodded, "These seem to be in order. Sorry for the wait."
Chris let a smile play over his face, "That's alright. You can't be too careful these days."
The guard nodded once more and then turned to his partner, "Open the gate." The other guard in the booth flicked a switch on his control panel and the steel fence opened up, allowing the truck access.
Chris waved casually to the guard as he pulled the truck through the opening and into the facility parking, aiming for an uninhabited cargo loading dock..
"That was easy enough." Nick remarked as he pulled his Glock pistol from his jacket and snapped a clip in place.
"The easy part is always getting in. The trouble will come when we try to get out." Chris turned to look at Martin, "This is not an assault so don't go getting trigger happy."
The other man dismissed him with a wave of his hand. "I know the drill pops. I ain't planning on starting a war…yet." he added as he racked the slide before replacing the gun in its shoulder holster.
Chris pulled the truck into the dock and killed the ignition before he retrieved his own firearm and loaded it. Both weapons were made of high tech composite plastics and the ammo was surrounded by a thin layer of dry ice that would mask its signature and make it undetectable by metal scanners. He cocked his Berretta and replaced it inside his coat before turning to his partner.
"Remember, we're here to look for evidence. Not to start a fight, so don't use you gun unless absolutely necessary."
Nick rolled his eyes at him as he opened the door and got out, "Yes dad." Both men made their way toward the entrance and started to go their separate ways.
Nick stopped Chris before he could walk away, "Be careful."
Chris gave him a little smile, "Don't worry about me. You just find their lab facility and get the evidence we need. I'll retrieve the files from the computer core. Then we rendezvous at the extraction point"
Nick nodded before he hurried off in the direction of the labs. Chris however, took a moment to admire the interior of the facility. It resembled the mansion lab except that it was more futuristic looking. Spotless white hallways stretched out before him in several different directions. The ceiling was easily fifteen feet high and was dotted with little circular objects that signaled security cameras. At certain spots along the wall, scanners were placed to prevent the unauthorized presence of weapons.
Classy set up. Makes the mansion facility look like a dime store operation.
Taking a look around to make sure no one was coming, Chris pulled a small map of the facility from his pocket and quickly scanned it.
I need to go here he tapped his finger on the outline of the main terminal. He rolled the map back up, replaced it in his pocket, and started for his destination.
I hope Nick's doing alright
Nick was in fact, at the moment making his way toward the lift that would take him to the facilities lower level, specifically, the labs. He had encountered numerous people on his way, but so far, none of them had acted the least bit suspicious of him.
Why should they? he mused to himself. Its not like they would recognize me. I mean, I only survived a town full of hideous freaks they created, not to mention destroyed on of their holding facilities and a few dozen of their mutant wannabes, not to mention single handedly eliminating one of their clean up squads. That wouldn't be enough to earn me a footnote in one of their precious operations reports. Not even a simple 'Warning: May be slightly dangerous due to his tendency to bust the fuck out of Umbrella soldiers and scientists. Exercise mild caution unless you want you brains blown all over the fucking wall. No, even that little would be too much to ask. He thought bitterly. Its not like I'm looking for an APB or anything, but it would be nice to get some recognition.
"Hey! Your Nicholas Martin of S.T.A.R.S.!"
Nick spun around and stared at the man who had made the declaration. The young man stared nervously at him, looking like he was about to shit his pants.
Nick approached the man and grabbed him by his shoulders, "You know of me?"
The pathetic man nodded nervously, seeming unsure of what was going on.
"Yes!" Nick exclaimed in triumph raising his hands to the ceiling and shaking his fists. He began to do a little dance in the hallway, which was deserted except for him and the man. "Someone knows me! Take that everybody!"
He turned back to the man, "By the way, you've got something on your face."
The guy looked at him in confusion, "Huh? Where."
Like lightning, Nick's hand shot forward, palm out and struck the man right in the nose, shoving the bone into his brain and killing him instantly. The guy dropped lifelessly to the floor with a surprised expression still on his face.
"Never mind. I got it." Nick remarked with a small grin as he knelt down and grabbed the mans hands. He looked around and located a utility closet nearby.
Thankfully this area of the building was void of cameras because the slight radiation from the lab decontamination system interfered with the cameras circuitry. The radiation wasn't enough to be harmful to humans though so Nick was safe.
The S.T.A.R.S. officer quickly dragged the fresh corpse toward the closet, feeling much better about the situation than he had a few minutes ago.
"Thanks sparky!" he addressed the corpse.
The corpse was unresponsive.
"Everybody's a comedian."
Main street
Same time
The bus pulled to a stop next to the curb and a myriad of people began to file out. The last person off the bus was a short dark haired woman with an air of danger about her. She stepped onto the curb and turned to look around as the bus pulled away.
Been awhile.
Her eyes scanned over the familiar territory, as she started walking towards the magic box.
I see things haven't changed much since I was last here. Good to know
She had just recently been released from the prison which she was being held in London. She struck a deal with the Watchers council, providing them with information on the location of certain underworld individuals in exchange for a full pardon. She had spent enough time behind bars. She needed to be free.
Her eyes lit up as she thought of all the fun that would be had once she reunited with the old gang. She hadn't ever missed somebody before but she could say that she missed these people, especially…
Don't even go there! He's gone and he ain't coming back
She missed him most of all. Not like a lover but like a friend. They had so much in common she had learned after he left, His home life sucked just like hers. His parents beat her just like his. He thought he was worthless. At one time she had believed herself worthless too. She was glad that the others had helped her out of that funk, but was angry at herself and them for never having done the same with him.
He deserved better then the shit we put him through.
She had been rather bitter after he left, blaming everyone and everything, including herself. She had used him just like she had all the other men in her life. The thing was, he wasn't like any of the other men she had been with. He actually cared about her and had been very gentle. Not that that mattered because she has been rough. Still, it was some of the best sex she had ever had.
After awhile, she managed to get past her funk and forgive herself and the others. Everything had been fine until the watchers had sent a team to keep the slayers in line. The group attacked and she had no choice. She had killed one of the Watchers in self defense. The others had captured her and taken her back to England where she had been imprisoned for nearly a year.
Now she was back though and the goof time would roll.
"You just can't keep a good slayer down." Faith remarked to herself as she walked in the front door of the Magic shop.
End part 8A
Authors end notes: Yeah, I know I promised more in this part but I'm growing tired of writing and the quality was starting to fade. Rest assured I will get to the good stuff in the next part. Hopefully it won't be too long before I post it.