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Biohazard: The New Nightmare
Chapter 4: Bad News
Albert Wesker stood across from Chris Redfield on the buildings roof, his glasses blocking his eyes as they always did.
"What are you doing here?" Chris asked angrily keeping one hand on his pistol.
Wesker looked at Chris then seemed to scan the rest of the group. "It seems the STARS team is still doing well. Except this one." He pointed to Mark, "Are you accepting new recruits?" He looked at Chris.
"What are you doing here and what do you want!?" Chris said loudly tightening his grip on his pistol. "What do you want to take us to labs and conduct tests on us too?"
Wesker seemed to laugh a bit at this. "You have the wrong idea my purpose here isn't to do anything. I came here to tell you that I'm representing a new company called Bioject. We're here to clean up the mess that Umbrella has started before it gets out of control."
Chris looked somewhat shocked. "You're what?"
"That's right Chris we're here to take care of this mess now if you don't mind your other chopper is one it's way here and I don't want my company's presence to be known by anyone but you." He walked back to the helicopter and got on the side. "And the reason I told you this is so you wouldn't try to kill any of our team."
As the chopper flew out of site they heard the buzzing of another helicopter coming towards them.
"Chris what was that about?" Jill asked letting go of her gun as the helicopter descended to the roof.
"I guess it's just the way he told us. At least Bioject is on our side." Chris turned back to the others. He scanned over the group noticing Mark still standing, Rebecca behind him, with the handcuffs still on his hands pointed out to him.
"You want to get those things off your wrists?" Chris asked holding up one of the keys.
"Yes! God get these things off." Mark said holding out his hands.
Chris undid the locks on both of the cuffs and they feel from Mark's wrists. He then looked to Jill and back to Rebecca and Mark. "Let's go you two I know we all have places we want to go." Chris said then began walking towards the helicopter.
Rebecca looked up slightly at Mark. "I guess it's not going to be so hard from here on out." She said smiling.
"I hope you're right." Mark said returning the smile and then walking with Rebecca onto the helicopter.
* * *
Mark sat in the helicopter across from Rebecca. He had been watching her look idly out the window for sometime now and was growing more uncomfortable with every growing moment of silence. "Rebecca."
Rebecca snapped her head sideways quickly as if she had been startled by the sudden break in silence.
"You alright?" Mark asked worried about the way her eyes showed a great deal of hurt.
"I just don't know what to do. I thought all of this was over. Then Wesker comes back he's supposed to be dead!" Rebecca looked back out the window then looked down at the floor. "I just don't know anymore. I was finally happy everything was under control and I was about to move out of this place."
Mark looked at her for a moment. "I don't know what has happened to all of you but the only things I know about are what the media has been able to tell about. Maybe you should still go. I know that the best thing for me to do would be to leave. I'm no use to all of you anymore and I feel like getting out of here."
Rebecca looked up and met his eyes for a moment. "You really want to leave that badly?"
Mark looked blankly for a second. -She's so lonely, so afraid, so beautiful-. He continued to look at her for a second then looked up. "Even I don't know anymore."
They flew the rest of the way in silence.
* * *
As they walked into the new police department across town they couldn't believe how normal it was. Policemen and women were walking around and talking like it was a normal day at work.
"Maybe someone should tell these guys that hell has come to the city personally." Mark said quietly.
Jill looked and Mark and shook her head. "Chances their trying to find out a way to find any other people. Like the helicopter that brought us here went back to find that Maria person we talked to over the radio." Jill turned back to face the room until one of the higher bodies took her and Chris her away to talk about the situation.
Mark and Rebecca were led into another room and sat down at a table. The room looked like a recovery room. It was filled with comfortable furniture and a coffee machine.
Mark walked over to one of the couches and sat down. "This is nice." He looked to Rebecca who was standing with her head down looking rather sad. "What's wrong?" Mark realized that his asking this was getting repetitive. "I'm sorry it's none of my business." He looked back around the room.
"It's not fair. No one treats me as a STARS member they all look at me like a little girl who can hand out a band aid if someone gets a paper cut." She moved to the couch and sat down on the opposite end from Mark.
"I have to admit that they don't treat you right. You're a great member of the team I think they know that but they just don't want to admit it." Mark smiled and leaned back.
"You really think that." Rebecca asked looking at him.
"Well. I don't know this team very well but from what I've seen that could be one of them." Mark said looking at Rebecca and smiling somewhat.
Rebecca seemed to think about it. "Maybe..." she said still not sounding very convinced. "No one cares about me." She said hanging her head again.
"Now that's just untrue." Mark said suddenly leaning forward again.
"No it's not! No one cares if they did then they wouldn't leave me alone and all they do is leave me by myself all the time like they're waiting for me to die so I won't slow them down. So no one car-"
"No one wants you dead Rebecca. And people do care about you. I do." Mark said slowly moving his gaze to the floor and sitting back on the padded couch.
"You...what?" Rebecca said looking at Mark a curious look on her face.
"I care about you Rebecca" Mark said facing her. "A lot"
Rebecca continued to stare into his eyes for a while before she realized she was getting closer to his face. She centered every sense she had on the moment. Taking in the sound, the way the light fell over his face and gleamed in his eyes, The way that her own breathing had accelerated from a few moment ago. "Mark?"
"Yes?" Mark said quietly almost afraid to ruin this moment of quiet by saying something to loudly.
"I care about you two." She said edging closer to his face and slowly closing her eyes.
"I'm glad." Mark said just before her lips pressed to his. He returned her kiss without any hesitation. He felt her hand come up and press against his cheek her fingers slowly stroking the sides of his face.
Rebecca couldn't believe how good and right this felt. Sure, she had had boyfriends in the past and had kissed them too but none of those had felt so perfect, so correct. She opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to fumble clumsily along with his. Eventually she pulled back, needing air.
"Rebecca I..."
Rebecca stopped Mark's speech by putting her finger on his lips. "Don't ruin the moment it's too perfect." She said smiling. Mark nodded and then sat back again on the couch.
Rebecca draped one arm over his chest and nestled her head into his shoulder. She felt his arm wrap around her shoulders and hold her closer. The thoughts running through her mind were many a great things. She felt safe, comfortable, untouchable to anyone else, excited, and loved.
* * *
Chris and Jill sat in the chief of police's office. Far from the chief of police in Brian Irons; this man actually cared about every member of his teams and cared about the situation with Umbrella and now the new mystery company "Bioject". The man's name was Scott Harold.
"We've discovered people in homemade shelters on the other side of town and have teams heading over there to get them out. We're planning on a full evacuation of the city it's just not safe anymore." He said to Chris looking at a clipboard of notes.
"That's a good plan because we got a radio transmit from a woman named Maria Thompson. She said that herself and some other people were stuck in a gas station. Situations like this just get more and more frequent." Jill said.
"Maria Thompson huh? I think that might be Wendy Thompson's sister." Scott said putting a hand to his chin. "Not like you could ask anyway Wendy left this place years ago." He looked back to the two. "Well that's the only plan we have now. We can give you any supplies if you need them plus we want to show you something."
"okay." Chris and Jill said simultaneously.
* * *
Rebecca heard the distinct sound of someone humming. They weren't humming loudly but it was a low gentle humming. Her eyes fluttered open and Mark humming and gently stroking one of his fingers through her hair greeted her.
"Good afternoon. Actually to put that better, good morning." Mark said smiling.
"How long have I been asleep?" Rebecca said rubbing her eyes.
"You've been sleeping for about six hours." Mark said standing up and sitting near her feet at the other end of the couch. "Chris and Jill came in a while back they said that we're all allowed one trip back to our homes to get anything we need and that's it."
"Why didn't you wake me?" She said sitting up and leaning closer to him. "I wouldn't have minded I didn't even know I fell asleep."
"You looked so peaceful and you were very tired. You needed your sleep." Mark said putting his arm around her hip and placing his hand on her stomach. "You're really cute when you sleep."
Rebecca blushed slightly and turned her head. "Thank you for doing that Mark it makes me feel...good." She said pausing trying to find the last word.
Mark leaned in and put his chin on her shoulder whispering into her ear. "It's my pleasure. You make me feel good to." He smiled and raised on of his hands to brush her cheek with his fingers.
Rebecca closed her eyes and turned her head sideways kissing him. Once the kiss broke off she leaned put her head on his shoulder and held his hand lacing her fingers with his. "You're the best." Rebecca said closing her eyes once again.
"So are you." Mark said smiling before he himself fell asleep.
* * *
Chris and Jill once again stood in a different room. This time they were looking at an odd figure. Scott was giving them information that they really didn't want to know.
"This is called the BIO Tyrant." Scott said, "We picked this up when we caught an Umbrella guard for disorderly conduct. He was carrying it on him. Anyway, The BIO Tyrant is a super Tyrant in small form. It's not as tall but it makes up for it. This thing has been pumped with steroids, muscle enhancers, speed enhancers, you name it. It's been honed to a perfect ability. We're afraid that Umbrella's going to get the swift idea to drop one of them right down onto us." Scott said rubbing the grainy stubble on his chin.
"Any weaknesses?" Chris asked
"As far as we know the only weakness is that it can only survive for a period of two days. Not that that helps it can do plenty of damage in that time. Here's the main problem...there's more than one."
* * *
Albert Wesker sat at his desk. He was looking at data he had been working on all day and was finally ready to use it.
"Have the tests been completed yet?" He said into a radio.
"Yes sir, the BIO Tyrant is ready to be set loose and is under complete control." Someone said from the other end of the line.
"Has the decoy been set?" Wesker asked.
"Yes, Everyone who would've picked up the information should think that Umbrella is the maker of the BIO Tyrant."
A smile spread across Wesker's face. "Perfect, Continue the operation on schedule."
End Chapter 4
Biohazard: The New Nightmare
Chapter 4: Bad News
Albert Wesker stood across from Chris Redfield on the buildings roof, his glasses blocking his eyes as they always did.
"What are you doing here?" Chris asked angrily keeping one hand on his pistol.
Wesker looked at Chris then seemed to scan the rest of the group. "It seems the STARS team is still doing well. Except this one." He pointed to Mark, "Are you accepting new recruits?" He looked at Chris.
"What are you doing here and what do you want!?" Chris said loudly tightening his grip on his pistol. "What do you want to take us to labs and conduct tests on us too?"
Wesker seemed to laugh a bit at this. "You have the wrong idea my purpose here isn't to do anything. I came here to tell you that I'm representing a new company called Bioject. We're here to clean up the mess that Umbrella has started before it gets out of control."
Chris looked somewhat shocked. "You're what?"
"That's right Chris we're here to take care of this mess now if you don't mind your other chopper is one it's way here and I don't want my company's presence to be known by anyone but you." He walked back to the helicopter and got on the side. "And the reason I told you this is so you wouldn't try to kill any of our team."
As the chopper flew out of site they heard the buzzing of another helicopter coming towards them.
"Chris what was that about?" Jill asked letting go of her gun as the helicopter descended to the roof.
"I guess it's just the way he told us. At least Bioject is on our side." Chris turned back to the others. He scanned over the group noticing Mark still standing, Rebecca behind him, with the handcuffs still on his hands pointed out to him.
"You want to get those things off your wrists?" Chris asked holding up one of the keys.
"Yes! God get these things off." Mark said holding out his hands.
Chris undid the locks on both of the cuffs and they feel from Mark's wrists. He then looked to Jill and back to Rebecca and Mark. "Let's go you two I know we all have places we want to go." Chris said then began walking towards the helicopter.
Rebecca looked up slightly at Mark. "I guess it's not going to be so hard from here on out." She said smiling.
"I hope you're right." Mark said returning the smile and then walking with Rebecca onto the helicopter.
* * *
Mark sat in the helicopter across from Rebecca. He had been watching her look idly out the window for sometime now and was growing more uncomfortable with every growing moment of silence. "Rebecca."
Rebecca snapped her head sideways quickly as if she had been startled by the sudden break in silence.
"You alright?" Mark asked worried about the way her eyes showed a great deal of hurt.
"I just don't know what to do. I thought all of this was over. Then Wesker comes back he's supposed to be dead!" Rebecca looked back out the window then looked down at the floor. "I just don't know anymore. I was finally happy everything was under control and I was about to move out of this place."
Mark looked at her for a moment. "I don't know what has happened to all of you but the only things I know about are what the media has been able to tell about. Maybe you should still go. I know that the best thing for me to do would be to leave. I'm no use to all of you anymore and I feel like getting out of here."
Rebecca looked up and met his eyes for a moment. "You really want to leave that badly?"
Mark looked blankly for a second. -She's so lonely, so afraid, so beautiful-. He continued to look at her for a second then looked up. "Even I don't know anymore."
They flew the rest of the way in silence.
* * *
As they walked into the new police department across town they couldn't believe how normal it was. Policemen and women were walking around and talking like it was a normal day at work.
"Maybe someone should tell these guys that hell has come to the city personally." Mark said quietly.
Jill looked and Mark and shook her head. "Chances their trying to find out a way to find any other people. Like the helicopter that brought us here went back to find that Maria person we talked to over the radio." Jill turned back to face the room until one of the higher bodies took her and Chris her away to talk about the situation.
Mark and Rebecca were led into another room and sat down at a table. The room looked like a recovery room. It was filled with comfortable furniture and a coffee machine.
Mark walked over to one of the couches and sat down. "This is nice." He looked to Rebecca who was standing with her head down looking rather sad. "What's wrong?" Mark realized that his asking this was getting repetitive. "I'm sorry it's none of my business." He looked back around the room.
"It's not fair. No one treats me as a STARS member they all look at me like a little girl who can hand out a band aid if someone gets a paper cut." She moved to the couch and sat down on the opposite end from Mark.
"I have to admit that they don't treat you right. You're a great member of the team I think they know that but they just don't want to admit it." Mark smiled and leaned back.
"You really think that." Rebecca asked looking at him.
"Well. I don't know this team very well but from what I've seen that could be one of them." Mark said looking at Rebecca and smiling somewhat.
Rebecca seemed to think about it. "Maybe..." she said still not sounding very convinced. "No one cares about me." She said hanging her head again.
"Now that's just untrue." Mark said suddenly leaning forward again.
"No it's not! No one cares if they did then they wouldn't leave me alone and all they do is leave me by myself all the time like they're waiting for me to die so I won't slow them down. So no one car-"
"No one wants you dead Rebecca. And people do care about you. I do." Mark said slowly moving his gaze to the floor and sitting back on the padded couch.
"You...what?" Rebecca said looking at Mark a curious look on her face.
"I care about you Rebecca" Mark said facing her. "A lot"
Rebecca continued to stare into his eyes for a while before she realized she was getting closer to his face. She centered every sense she had on the moment. Taking in the sound, the way the light fell over his face and gleamed in his eyes, The way that her own breathing had accelerated from a few moment ago. "Mark?"
"Yes?" Mark said quietly almost afraid to ruin this moment of quiet by saying something to loudly.
"I care about you two." She said edging closer to his face and slowly closing her eyes.
"I'm glad." Mark said just before her lips pressed to his. He returned her kiss without any hesitation. He felt her hand come up and press against his cheek her fingers slowly stroking the sides of his face.
Rebecca couldn't believe how good and right this felt. Sure, she had had boyfriends in the past and had kissed them too but none of those had felt so perfect, so correct. She opened her mouth and allowed her tongue to fumble clumsily along with his. Eventually she pulled back, needing air.
"Rebecca I..."
Rebecca stopped Mark's speech by putting her finger on his lips. "Don't ruin the moment it's too perfect." She said smiling. Mark nodded and then sat back again on the couch.
Rebecca draped one arm over his chest and nestled her head into his shoulder. She felt his arm wrap around her shoulders and hold her closer. The thoughts running through her mind were many a great things. She felt safe, comfortable, untouchable to anyone else, excited, and loved.
* * *
Chris and Jill sat in the chief of police's office. Far from the chief of police in Brian Irons; this man actually cared about every member of his teams and cared about the situation with Umbrella and now the new mystery company "Bioject". The man's name was Scott Harold.
"We've discovered people in homemade shelters on the other side of town and have teams heading over there to get them out. We're planning on a full evacuation of the city it's just not safe anymore." He said to Chris looking at a clipboard of notes.
"That's a good plan because we got a radio transmit from a woman named Maria Thompson. She said that herself and some other people were stuck in a gas station. Situations like this just get more and more frequent." Jill said.
"Maria Thompson huh? I think that might be Wendy Thompson's sister." Scott said putting a hand to his chin. "Not like you could ask anyway Wendy left this place years ago." He looked back to the two. "Well that's the only plan we have now. We can give you any supplies if you need them plus we want to show you something."
"okay." Chris and Jill said simultaneously.
* * *
Rebecca heard the distinct sound of someone humming. They weren't humming loudly but it was a low gentle humming. Her eyes fluttered open and Mark humming and gently stroking one of his fingers through her hair greeted her.
"Good afternoon. Actually to put that better, good morning." Mark said smiling.
"How long have I been asleep?" Rebecca said rubbing her eyes.
"You've been sleeping for about six hours." Mark said standing up and sitting near her feet at the other end of the couch. "Chris and Jill came in a while back they said that we're all allowed one trip back to our homes to get anything we need and that's it."
"Why didn't you wake me?" She said sitting up and leaning closer to him. "I wouldn't have minded I didn't even know I fell asleep."
"You looked so peaceful and you were very tired. You needed your sleep." Mark said putting his arm around her hip and placing his hand on her stomach. "You're really cute when you sleep."
Rebecca blushed slightly and turned her head. "Thank you for doing that Mark it makes me feel...good." She said pausing trying to find the last word.
Mark leaned in and put his chin on her shoulder whispering into her ear. "It's my pleasure. You make me feel good to." He smiled and raised on of his hands to brush her cheek with his fingers.
Rebecca closed her eyes and turned her head sideways kissing him. Once the kiss broke off she leaned put her head on his shoulder and held his hand lacing her fingers with his. "You're the best." Rebecca said closing her eyes once again.
"So are you." Mark said smiling before he himself fell asleep.
* * *
Chris and Jill once again stood in a different room. This time they were looking at an odd figure. Scott was giving them information that they really didn't want to know.
"This is called the BIO Tyrant." Scott said, "We picked this up when we caught an Umbrella guard for disorderly conduct. He was carrying it on him. Anyway, The BIO Tyrant is a super Tyrant in small form. It's not as tall but it makes up for it. This thing has been pumped with steroids, muscle enhancers, speed enhancers, you name it. It's been honed to a perfect ability. We're afraid that Umbrella's going to get the swift idea to drop one of them right down onto us." Scott said rubbing the grainy stubble on his chin.
"Any weaknesses?" Chris asked
"As far as we know the only weakness is that it can only survive for a period of two days. Not that that helps it can do plenty of damage in that time. Here's the main problem...there's more than one."
* * *
Albert Wesker sat at his desk. He was looking at data he had been working on all day and was finally ready to use it.
"Have the tests been completed yet?" He said into a radio.
"Yes sir, the BIO Tyrant is ready to be set loose and is under complete control." Someone said from the other end of the line.
"Has the decoy been set?" Wesker asked.
"Yes, Everyone who would've picked up the information should think that Umbrella is the maker of the BIO Tyrant."
A smile spread across Wesker's face. "Perfect, Continue the operation on schedule."
End Chapter 4