Disclaimer Junk: do I really have to do this every chapter? might as well,
I own no rights to Trent, Umbrella, or the idea of a T or G-virus. Those
belong to Capcom and maybe S.D. Perry as well. There are some original
ideas in here, Karl Gorman is an original character and so is the random
number code for the new Tyrant I made up, but never mind, back to the
story.
Chapter 5
As Karl looked around the office, he noticed a certain tension in the air. Understandable, new species and projects always sparked an excitable atmosphere not usually seen around the bleak and gray Umbrella Execs. Nonetheless, this was different. No matter, it most likely mattered naught to him. He walked around the office, wearing the same false smile he always did whenever he was around the higher-ups, kissing ass as always. After greeting everyone, he sat down next to Trent, and listened as the flustered scientists, obviously intimidated by everyone in this room, began to explain what exactly this new species was. While spacing during the more boring parts involving budgets and methods, his thoughts turned to the person seated next to him, and he began to wonder why exactly Trent was smiling. Trent had always worn a smile when around everyone, but today was different, as if he knew some all powerful secret that, even if he were to share it, no one would ever understand. Perhaps, Karl thought, his wife had had a child or maybe he received a promotion or a raise, but he wasn't so sure of any of those. He hadn't known Trent for that long, nor did he know him that much, but he doubted that such a simple event like a birth or a raise, no matter how grand, would bring him to the brink of giggling like a little girl. "No matter", he said to himself. "One day at a time, one day at a time."
About the time Karl was wondering about Trent, Trent was wondering about Karl, and the rest of the Umbrella Execs for that matter. Who would last the longest? Probably Jackson, or maybe Gorman, he has a family so he has a will. Where there is a will there is a way. These thoughts rambled through Trent's mind as his eyes wandered to his watch. He had synchronized his watch to that of his inside worker so that there would be no problems time- wise, the only variable would be the length of this meeting. How much longer will this take? The worker would move into action at five o'clock and it was already 4:30. Trent shifted in his seat, uncomfortably, as if he had an itch he didn't want to openly scratch. It would take him about 5 minutes to reach the roof and the helicopter, so if this meeting went on for more than 20 minutes, he was out of there. He would fake an injury or make like he was sick and haul-ass for the elevator. He just hoped to God that his pilot was on the roof. He should have arrived at three. The usually calm Trent was showing signs uneasiness, rightly so, this was his riskiest endeavor yet. This plan would come down to seconds, and if it didn't go right, he would be brought along on a bad ride. Trent slowed down his breathing and forced himself to concentrate on the meeting and what was in front of him. He couldn't afford to appear weird or distracted. Besides, the scientists were just getting to the more interesting parts involving the new Tyrant.
Karl was stirred awake by a loud cough from Trent. He looked up to see him pointing at the projection in front of them, dictating what this new Tyrant was all about. Happy that Trent had awoken him; he listened to the scientists slowly put things into layman terms, as best they could.
"Um, to put that in more simplified terms, Mr. President, we have increased regeneration times making it virtually invulnerable. Nothing short of a bomb could destroy this creation. The heart and brain are located in the buttocks; this ensures that head shots will have virtually no effect as well as shots to this chest. The eyes are organic; this way they can repair themselves. The mechanical eyes could be smashed, so we find this method to be better. The creature is bipedal, meaning it is mobile on 2 legs. We have used some parts from a spider to produce a projecting, web-like substance that can be excreted from the fingers in order to climb or capture victims. The Hands have 3 fingers and 2 retractable claws on each hand. This provides that the beast can pick up and operate mechanical weapons as well as using its two retractable, two-foot long claws. We have given them the ability of reason and thinking, they are able to identify colors and shapes. We have made perfumes in our labs which, due to the fact that these are 'sniffers', make the Tyrants totally ignore you. We are working on neural transmitters which would allow us to tell them what to do exactly on a moment to moment basis, in case there is a change of plans or something goes wrong, but that is another few months down the road. As for the physical aspects each one is roughly 10 feet tall, with 5 foot arms and each leg being roughly six feet tall. It has the facial features of a human, as you can see, fully formed nose, and eyes and a mouth. It can be powered by eating flesh, or charging electrically with a port located in its lower back. Eating flesh powers the heart which, in turn powers the brain, should it be low on energy. Electricity directly powers the brain which can also make energy for the heart. Therefore the Tyrant could live without human contact forever, due to its totally efficient energy system. Also, it has a very low metabolism, so one meal of perhaps 5 grown cows will last it 5 months."
As the scientist began to talk about what the Tyrant could be used for besides military use, Karl could only think about he would not want to be caught in the same room as one of those.
Chapter 6
Trent was overjoyed to hear about the destructive capabilities of the Tyrant. The fact that all the people in this room would soon see, up close and personal, the effects of such a beast almost made him laugh out loud! He glanced down at his watch and all the happiness drained from his thoughts: it was 4:56. Trent removed the more important items from his briefcase discreetly, that way he could leave it behind and not appear as if he was leaving for good, or in any sort of hurry. He had informed Lindon to not release the virus until five o'clock exactly. Then he would hurry to the lab and start the unthawing process of the Tyrants. It would take the Tyrants a full five minutes to unthaw, then all hell would break lose. He would then head up to the security office, and either kill or knock out the guard on duty, and pull the switch that would seal off the building, and begin the 1-hour detonation sequence on the bomb. He had to wear a gas-mask the entire time to avoid infection and once he had sealed off the building, he would scurry down the stairs to the bottom level where the hidden trains were held and where he would escape. It would be perfect, but not if Trent was still in the building, and he had no way to tell Lindon that he was still inside.
Trent apologized profusely, complaining of a stomach virus, and left the office. While running down the hall toward the Roof access elevator about 50 feet away form him. He calculated his time. It was now 4:58. It would take the T-virus about 5 minutes to fully saturate the building via the air ducts, plus he was on the 67th floor of the 75 floor building. Therefore, it would take the Virus fully 5 minutes to reach him. Even then he had a small syringe in his vest pocket full of anti-virus, along with a small portable oxygen tank that was about the size of a candy bar. This held about 15 minutes worth of oxygen, and as long as he breathed only through his mouth for that time, he would be safe from infection, for the T-Virus could only live in an air born form for about 10 minutes, tops. Along with these emergency supplies he held a .22 Derringer with only 2 bullets in it. This was in case any of his fellow workers tried to stop him on his way out. Trent pushed the button for the roof at exactly five p.m. A small alarm went off on his beeper and he hoped to god Lindon would take his sweet old time with his duties. He figured that it would take Lindon about 2 minutes to get to the seal-off switch and pull it. Damn, it was going to be close.
Chapter 5
As Karl looked around the office, he noticed a certain tension in the air. Understandable, new species and projects always sparked an excitable atmosphere not usually seen around the bleak and gray Umbrella Execs. Nonetheless, this was different. No matter, it most likely mattered naught to him. He walked around the office, wearing the same false smile he always did whenever he was around the higher-ups, kissing ass as always. After greeting everyone, he sat down next to Trent, and listened as the flustered scientists, obviously intimidated by everyone in this room, began to explain what exactly this new species was. While spacing during the more boring parts involving budgets and methods, his thoughts turned to the person seated next to him, and he began to wonder why exactly Trent was smiling. Trent had always worn a smile when around everyone, but today was different, as if he knew some all powerful secret that, even if he were to share it, no one would ever understand. Perhaps, Karl thought, his wife had had a child or maybe he received a promotion or a raise, but he wasn't so sure of any of those. He hadn't known Trent for that long, nor did he know him that much, but he doubted that such a simple event like a birth or a raise, no matter how grand, would bring him to the brink of giggling like a little girl. "No matter", he said to himself. "One day at a time, one day at a time."
About the time Karl was wondering about Trent, Trent was wondering about Karl, and the rest of the Umbrella Execs for that matter. Who would last the longest? Probably Jackson, or maybe Gorman, he has a family so he has a will. Where there is a will there is a way. These thoughts rambled through Trent's mind as his eyes wandered to his watch. He had synchronized his watch to that of his inside worker so that there would be no problems time- wise, the only variable would be the length of this meeting. How much longer will this take? The worker would move into action at five o'clock and it was already 4:30. Trent shifted in his seat, uncomfortably, as if he had an itch he didn't want to openly scratch. It would take him about 5 minutes to reach the roof and the helicopter, so if this meeting went on for more than 20 minutes, he was out of there. He would fake an injury or make like he was sick and haul-ass for the elevator. He just hoped to God that his pilot was on the roof. He should have arrived at three. The usually calm Trent was showing signs uneasiness, rightly so, this was his riskiest endeavor yet. This plan would come down to seconds, and if it didn't go right, he would be brought along on a bad ride. Trent slowed down his breathing and forced himself to concentrate on the meeting and what was in front of him. He couldn't afford to appear weird or distracted. Besides, the scientists were just getting to the more interesting parts involving the new Tyrant.
Karl was stirred awake by a loud cough from Trent. He looked up to see him pointing at the projection in front of them, dictating what this new Tyrant was all about. Happy that Trent had awoken him; he listened to the scientists slowly put things into layman terms, as best they could.
"Um, to put that in more simplified terms, Mr. President, we have increased regeneration times making it virtually invulnerable. Nothing short of a bomb could destroy this creation. The heart and brain are located in the buttocks; this ensures that head shots will have virtually no effect as well as shots to this chest. The eyes are organic; this way they can repair themselves. The mechanical eyes could be smashed, so we find this method to be better. The creature is bipedal, meaning it is mobile on 2 legs. We have used some parts from a spider to produce a projecting, web-like substance that can be excreted from the fingers in order to climb or capture victims. The Hands have 3 fingers and 2 retractable claws on each hand. This provides that the beast can pick up and operate mechanical weapons as well as using its two retractable, two-foot long claws. We have given them the ability of reason and thinking, they are able to identify colors and shapes. We have made perfumes in our labs which, due to the fact that these are 'sniffers', make the Tyrants totally ignore you. We are working on neural transmitters which would allow us to tell them what to do exactly on a moment to moment basis, in case there is a change of plans or something goes wrong, but that is another few months down the road. As for the physical aspects each one is roughly 10 feet tall, with 5 foot arms and each leg being roughly six feet tall. It has the facial features of a human, as you can see, fully formed nose, and eyes and a mouth. It can be powered by eating flesh, or charging electrically with a port located in its lower back. Eating flesh powers the heart which, in turn powers the brain, should it be low on energy. Electricity directly powers the brain which can also make energy for the heart. Therefore the Tyrant could live without human contact forever, due to its totally efficient energy system. Also, it has a very low metabolism, so one meal of perhaps 5 grown cows will last it 5 months."
As the scientist began to talk about what the Tyrant could be used for besides military use, Karl could only think about he would not want to be caught in the same room as one of those.
Chapter 6
Trent was overjoyed to hear about the destructive capabilities of the Tyrant. The fact that all the people in this room would soon see, up close and personal, the effects of such a beast almost made him laugh out loud! He glanced down at his watch and all the happiness drained from his thoughts: it was 4:56. Trent removed the more important items from his briefcase discreetly, that way he could leave it behind and not appear as if he was leaving for good, or in any sort of hurry. He had informed Lindon to not release the virus until five o'clock exactly. Then he would hurry to the lab and start the unthawing process of the Tyrants. It would take the Tyrants a full five minutes to unthaw, then all hell would break lose. He would then head up to the security office, and either kill or knock out the guard on duty, and pull the switch that would seal off the building, and begin the 1-hour detonation sequence on the bomb. He had to wear a gas-mask the entire time to avoid infection and once he had sealed off the building, he would scurry down the stairs to the bottom level where the hidden trains were held and where he would escape. It would be perfect, but not if Trent was still in the building, and he had no way to tell Lindon that he was still inside.
Trent apologized profusely, complaining of a stomach virus, and left the office. While running down the hall toward the Roof access elevator about 50 feet away form him. He calculated his time. It was now 4:58. It would take the T-virus about 5 minutes to fully saturate the building via the air ducts, plus he was on the 67th floor of the 75 floor building. Therefore, it would take the Virus fully 5 minutes to reach him. Even then he had a small syringe in his vest pocket full of anti-virus, along with a small portable oxygen tank that was about the size of a candy bar. This held about 15 minutes worth of oxygen, and as long as he breathed only through his mouth for that time, he would be safe from infection, for the T-Virus could only live in an air born form for about 10 minutes, tops. Along with these emergency supplies he held a .22 Derringer with only 2 bullets in it. This was in case any of his fellow workers tried to stop him on his way out. Trent pushed the button for the roof at exactly five p.m. A small alarm went off on his beeper and he hoped to god Lindon would take his sweet old time with his duties. He figured that it would take Lindon about 2 minutes to get to the seal-off switch and pull it. Damn, it was going to be close.