Sorry for the long wait-geometry and chemistry are hard as hell. Well,
here you go-the long-awaited chapter 14. Enjoy!!
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They made it. They had driven at breakneck speeds and stolen the fastest boat, much to the distress of the marina guards-but they had gotten to the access tunnel in just under an hour. Barry looked at the inconspicuous hole, glad Carlos had known where it was-it would be impossible to find it unless you knew its exact location. John looked over at Carlos, still really pissed off.
"After you, vajo," Steve said, obviously picking up on John's signals. Carlos looked down at the grating; dubious they would be able to get the grating off. Barry and John leaned over the side of the boat and attached winches to the grating, and then turned on the machine, effectively pulling it off to reveal a ladder that led down into interminable darkness. Carlos refused to go down first, so Barry went down first, followed by Carlos, followed by John, who was then followed by Steve. They descended down into the hole, hoping they wouldn't land in the middle of an ambush-or worse, a pile of their friends' lifeless corpses.
They opened the door into HQ quietly, hoping the room would be deserted. Chris peeked out and saw no one, then realized that this room must be used for access only, unlike the British lab. There wasn't much other than a bookcase, which concealed the door through which they were entering. Just as Chris was about to motion that everything was clear, there was a crash behind him, and varying shouts of surprise. He turned around to see what was going on, and almost fell over when he saw the backup team, minus Ada, emerge from the ceiling. Carlos was being heavily guarded. Chris marched straight over to Carlos, broke through the guard that was placed around him and promptly punched him in the nose. He proceeded to pummel Carlos until Barry and John finally pulled him off Carlos. By that time, Carlos's face was looking much the worse for wear, and he was getting pretty pissed off.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Redfield? Think you can just walk on over here and start kicking the shit out of me?" Carlos demanded, getting as up in Chris's face as his guards would let him, scowling angrily at his attacker.
"Well, did you really think I was gonna let you go without any punishment after you played us all like that, you miserable bastard? You deserved everything you got and more, and the only thing I'm sorry for is the fact that I didn't get to kick your ass longer," Chris retorted, getting just as up in Carlos's face as Carlos had been in his, causing Carlos to step back- just a little.
"Guys, guys," Jill said, getting in between them. "You both are going to calm down, and then we are all going to have a little talk." Everyone looked at each other, nodded, and sat down once again to talk, Matt and Alice standing in the background.
"Carlos, why the hell did you betray us like that? What did we ever do to you? And don't say it's because Jill rejected you, cuz that was a very recent thing and you have obviously been betraying us for a very long time. So why?" Claire asked, and Carlos sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get out of this easily.
"Because of the money. I wasn't getting paid shit by you guys to risk my life everyday, but Umbrella was willing to pay me untold amounts of money just to make sure you guys were killed on your next mission. Chris, Claire, and Jill are big thorns in Umbrella's side, and I knew I could get paid big time for bringing you guys in. However, if I only knew the other two, Matt and Alice."
Everyone on the main team looked at each other, then at Matt and Alice, wondering just how much they should tell backup, especially if Carlos was around. If he managed to get word out about all of Umbrella's troublemakers together, then their cause would be history. Gone, just like that. Unfortunately, Carlos noticed the people standing in the background, and grinned.
"Well, well, well. Looks to me like I got myself a big, fat bonus. How did these two get down here? I leveled the England lab," Carlos speculated, and everyone else looked smug for once.
"We came from the Paris lab-you know, HQ? We made it all the way through to here, and they never even noticed us," Matt said, knowing it would piss Carlos off.
"What?! You made it through their crack security team, and the surveillance, and the card lock doors-without anyone's card-and no one noticed you? Not one employee?" Carlos yelled, obviously surprised-and more than a little pissed off.
"Yup," Alice replied, obviously having fun riling up Carlos, "We made it right through, and no one even looked twice at us. It was a beautiful infiltration. Granted, they realized it after a while, but by then it was too late-we were gone, never to be seen again. They didn't even know we used the tunnels, cuz no one thought we could possibly know about it. They didn't realize how easy it was to hack into their schematics. Stupid, pompous assholes."
Everyone looked absolutely fascinated by the way Carlos's face changed color-it went from normal, to white, to red, to blue (lack of oxygen), to red, to white, and red again.
"Holy shit. Oh damn, am I in trouble!" Carlos said. "I wasn't supposed to let you guys find the tunnel. I told them I would make it on the team going in-and I would have if David and his merry crew hadn't showed up, taking two of the spots that could have been mine. So then, I knew that you wouldn't get through, because you didn't have a card or the bypass code. Then I remembered that the bypass was the same as the drug storehouse at Spencer, but figured you wouldn't get past there without a card. Then I remembered my card-stupidly left out in the open-easy to find. Then I realized I was in deep shit, and promptly set off the self- destruct. Unfortunately, I was too late-I had hoped the defense system of Hunters would kill you guys."
"Well, that's lovely to know," David drawled. "I am personally very pleased to know I foiled your plans so much, and that we were such a bloody nuisance. Thank you for the insight-I'm sure we all appreciate it."
"Yeah, well you guys screwed me big time. I never wanted to kill any of you; I liked most of you," Carlos continued. "But, you guys just had to keep trying to bring down Umbrella. You really should have seen this coming, you know-I mean, I did once work for them as a mercenary, for Christ's sake-what the hell made you guys think I wouldn't do it again?"
This was, of course, a very good question. Why had they trusted Carlos so easily? None of them had ever met him until Jill's escape from Raccoon; and even afterwards when they all met up again, no one had ever questioned his motives. Not at all the way an excellent team of vigilantes were supposed to act. Trust no one should be their motto. Good thing it wasn't; they would have looked pretty foolish right now if it had been. Ok, since the author is babbling, let's continue.
"Well, I guess part of it was that you helped Jill escape from Raccoon-you even went out of your way to get her the vaccine. If you had been an agent for Umbrella, you probably wouldn't have saved the life of one of their biggest enemies," David answered, wishing he had been just a little more suspicious; they wouldn't be in this predicament if he had been.
"Yeah, well you didn't consider that I was told to help her in order to speed up your capture, did you?" Carlos leered, obviously pleased that he had fooled them all.
"Well, I don't care what happened; can we just get on with the mission? We could always use Carlos as a decoy," John said, and Jill, Matt, and Alice nodded in agreement.
Everyone else (except Carlos) nodded, and they once again headed towards the door, hoping the other side wouldn't be the last thing they saw.
Ada was bored. She really wished they hadn't left her at the marina. It was boring. Nothing was going to happen here; the zombies hadn't reached here yet. She was musing about her love life-or lack thereof. She had really screwed herself over this time. First John, then Leon.she really needed some help. I mean, there was Carlos, but he was the biggest traitor she'd ever seen.
Except for Wesker and herself, of course that is why Leon moved on, after all.that and the fact that he thought she was dead.
Yes, well, her job had gotten in the way with Leon, and John could have been something more if he hadn't been so goddamn annoying.
Suddenly, an insistent tapping could be heard on her window; Ada turned to see who it was-and promptly screamed, even as the putrid zombies that had surrounded the car proceeded to break the windows. Her last thought was Man; you really are a dumbshit before the blackness overcame the interior of the car; the alarm playing an annoying ballad that followed her into the blackness, accompanied by the moans of the soulless fiends that were feasting on her.
They had come up with a plan-well, sort of. Now that Carlos was with them, they decided to use him to get into the heart of Umbrella's HQ. The employees there would recognize him, and of course there would be a gun at his back to discourage him from warning anyone of who they really were. Someone would notice, considering they were sure Umbrella would have pictures of them passed around and posted in all their facilities, but it would buy them some time. Carlos protested the plan loudly and colorfully, but had no choice; the sight of Leon aiming a Magnum at his face was more than enough to change his mind about trying something. So, yet again, they prepared to enter the headquarters of insanity and evil-hoping they would never have to enter any Umbrella facility ever again; that this would finally be enough.
In a conference room on level B2, a bunch of important looking men in very expensive suits were having a meeting. The topic of discussion was the most effective way to dispose of the pesky vigilantes that had plagued them as of late-and lost them five labs, probably more for all they knew. Most of the men were loudly vocalizing their ideas for disposing of them. All of them but one man, actually. This man simply surveyed the participants of this meeting with unreadable eyes and an even more unreadable expression on his face. All in all, it was really too bad for the men in the room that this particular man was not contributing; he was the only one who could effectively bring in the vigilantes. But he wouldn't. He needed them to stay alive. The man that was currently speaking was a man that many feared greatly-a man so dangerous you would have to be either very brave, stupid, cunning, or simply insane to even consider crossing-named Mr. Jackson. He had a first name, but most people in the room had long since forgotten it-using it would have expressed an informality he would not tolerate. Anyway, back to the discussion.
"These people are not to be underestimated," Jackson said. "After all, they did dispose of Reston-and a very expensive testing lab-with very little firepower. What I would like to know is why Carlos has not managed to bring them to us yet. He should have let slip the information we gave him about the English lab weeks ago, yet no one over there has even mentioned them coming," Jackson said, obviously very pissed off.
"Has it occurred to anyone that perhaps an accident occurred over there?" our mystery man asked. "I mean, with what we've learned of these people so far, they should have gone in by now, and the England facility would have told us if they had even seen them within a twenty mile radius."
"True, very true, Trent," another man replied, "But why hasn't Carlos reported recently? It's been two days since his last call, and I'm starting to get a little worried."
"I seriously doubt that is the problem. It is probably simply the fact that he is around our.targets too much to safely make a call. And also, one of our satellites in that direction detected an explosion in that area. I'm willing to be Carlos set it off after the rest of the team was inside and out of the way," Trent replied coolly, and everyone shut up promptly. Trent was also another person you did not particularly want to cross.
"You do have a point, Trent," Jackson mused. "I saw that satellite footage, and it certainly does appear to be our lab. It is a shame that we lost it, but as long as those assholes were inside it, I would have to say it was money well wasted-certainly better spent than employing Mr. Oliveira to help us out."
With this said, no one dared to argue that employing Mr. Oliveira was his idea; Jackson was most definitely not in the best of moods. Everyone hastily agreed with him, and made plans to dispose of Carlos-and possible the renegades if they didn't die like they should have. After the meeting, everyone filed out of the room. Mr. Trent looked at his watch, looked at the clock on the wall, and hurried out of the room, realizing he didn't have much time to get out of the building before disaster struck-provided the team was on time.
By the way, if I do not get any reviews, I probably won't finish this. I have a busy schedule, and I'm not wasting my time on something no one's reading.a simple 'I liked it' or 'I hated it' will help. Suggestions are welcome!!!! --------------------------------------------------------------
They made it. They had driven at breakneck speeds and stolen the fastest boat, much to the distress of the marina guards-but they had gotten to the access tunnel in just under an hour. Barry looked at the inconspicuous hole, glad Carlos had known where it was-it would be impossible to find it unless you knew its exact location. John looked over at Carlos, still really pissed off.
"After you, vajo," Steve said, obviously picking up on John's signals. Carlos looked down at the grating; dubious they would be able to get the grating off. Barry and John leaned over the side of the boat and attached winches to the grating, and then turned on the machine, effectively pulling it off to reveal a ladder that led down into interminable darkness. Carlos refused to go down first, so Barry went down first, followed by Carlos, followed by John, who was then followed by Steve. They descended down into the hole, hoping they wouldn't land in the middle of an ambush-or worse, a pile of their friends' lifeless corpses.
They opened the door into HQ quietly, hoping the room would be deserted. Chris peeked out and saw no one, then realized that this room must be used for access only, unlike the British lab. There wasn't much other than a bookcase, which concealed the door through which they were entering. Just as Chris was about to motion that everything was clear, there was a crash behind him, and varying shouts of surprise. He turned around to see what was going on, and almost fell over when he saw the backup team, minus Ada, emerge from the ceiling. Carlos was being heavily guarded. Chris marched straight over to Carlos, broke through the guard that was placed around him and promptly punched him in the nose. He proceeded to pummel Carlos until Barry and John finally pulled him off Carlos. By that time, Carlos's face was looking much the worse for wear, and he was getting pretty pissed off.
"What the hell do you think you're doing, Redfield? Think you can just walk on over here and start kicking the shit out of me?" Carlos demanded, getting as up in Chris's face as his guards would let him, scowling angrily at his attacker.
"Well, did you really think I was gonna let you go without any punishment after you played us all like that, you miserable bastard? You deserved everything you got and more, and the only thing I'm sorry for is the fact that I didn't get to kick your ass longer," Chris retorted, getting just as up in Carlos's face as Carlos had been in his, causing Carlos to step back- just a little.
"Guys, guys," Jill said, getting in between them. "You both are going to calm down, and then we are all going to have a little talk." Everyone looked at each other, nodded, and sat down once again to talk, Matt and Alice standing in the background.
"Carlos, why the hell did you betray us like that? What did we ever do to you? And don't say it's because Jill rejected you, cuz that was a very recent thing and you have obviously been betraying us for a very long time. So why?" Claire asked, and Carlos sighed, knowing he wasn't going to get out of this easily.
"Because of the money. I wasn't getting paid shit by you guys to risk my life everyday, but Umbrella was willing to pay me untold amounts of money just to make sure you guys were killed on your next mission. Chris, Claire, and Jill are big thorns in Umbrella's side, and I knew I could get paid big time for bringing you guys in. However, if I only knew the other two, Matt and Alice."
Everyone on the main team looked at each other, then at Matt and Alice, wondering just how much they should tell backup, especially if Carlos was around. If he managed to get word out about all of Umbrella's troublemakers together, then their cause would be history. Gone, just like that. Unfortunately, Carlos noticed the people standing in the background, and grinned.
"Well, well, well. Looks to me like I got myself a big, fat bonus. How did these two get down here? I leveled the England lab," Carlos speculated, and everyone else looked smug for once.
"We came from the Paris lab-you know, HQ? We made it all the way through to here, and they never even noticed us," Matt said, knowing it would piss Carlos off.
"What?! You made it through their crack security team, and the surveillance, and the card lock doors-without anyone's card-and no one noticed you? Not one employee?" Carlos yelled, obviously surprised-and more than a little pissed off.
"Yup," Alice replied, obviously having fun riling up Carlos, "We made it right through, and no one even looked twice at us. It was a beautiful infiltration. Granted, they realized it after a while, but by then it was too late-we were gone, never to be seen again. They didn't even know we used the tunnels, cuz no one thought we could possibly know about it. They didn't realize how easy it was to hack into their schematics. Stupid, pompous assholes."
Everyone looked absolutely fascinated by the way Carlos's face changed color-it went from normal, to white, to red, to blue (lack of oxygen), to red, to white, and red again.
"Holy shit. Oh damn, am I in trouble!" Carlos said. "I wasn't supposed to let you guys find the tunnel. I told them I would make it on the team going in-and I would have if David and his merry crew hadn't showed up, taking two of the spots that could have been mine. So then, I knew that you wouldn't get through, because you didn't have a card or the bypass code. Then I remembered that the bypass was the same as the drug storehouse at Spencer, but figured you wouldn't get past there without a card. Then I remembered my card-stupidly left out in the open-easy to find. Then I realized I was in deep shit, and promptly set off the self- destruct. Unfortunately, I was too late-I had hoped the defense system of Hunters would kill you guys."
"Well, that's lovely to know," David drawled. "I am personally very pleased to know I foiled your plans so much, and that we were such a bloody nuisance. Thank you for the insight-I'm sure we all appreciate it."
"Yeah, well you guys screwed me big time. I never wanted to kill any of you; I liked most of you," Carlos continued. "But, you guys just had to keep trying to bring down Umbrella. You really should have seen this coming, you know-I mean, I did once work for them as a mercenary, for Christ's sake-what the hell made you guys think I wouldn't do it again?"
This was, of course, a very good question. Why had they trusted Carlos so easily? None of them had ever met him until Jill's escape from Raccoon; and even afterwards when they all met up again, no one had ever questioned his motives. Not at all the way an excellent team of vigilantes were supposed to act. Trust no one should be their motto. Good thing it wasn't; they would have looked pretty foolish right now if it had been. Ok, since the author is babbling, let's continue.
"Well, I guess part of it was that you helped Jill escape from Raccoon-you even went out of your way to get her the vaccine. If you had been an agent for Umbrella, you probably wouldn't have saved the life of one of their biggest enemies," David answered, wishing he had been just a little more suspicious; they wouldn't be in this predicament if he had been.
"Yeah, well you didn't consider that I was told to help her in order to speed up your capture, did you?" Carlos leered, obviously pleased that he had fooled them all.
"Well, I don't care what happened; can we just get on with the mission? We could always use Carlos as a decoy," John said, and Jill, Matt, and Alice nodded in agreement.
Everyone else (except Carlos) nodded, and they once again headed towards the door, hoping the other side wouldn't be the last thing they saw.
Ada was bored. She really wished they hadn't left her at the marina. It was boring. Nothing was going to happen here; the zombies hadn't reached here yet. She was musing about her love life-or lack thereof. She had really screwed herself over this time. First John, then Leon.she really needed some help. I mean, there was Carlos, but he was the biggest traitor she'd ever seen.
Except for Wesker and herself, of course that is why Leon moved on, after all.that and the fact that he thought she was dead.
Yes, well, her job had gotten in the way with Leon, and John could have been something more if he hadn't been so goddamn annoying.
Suddenly, an insistent tapping could be heard on her window; Ada turned to see who it was-and promptly screamed, even as the putrid zombies that had surrounded the car proceeded to break the windows. Her last thought was Man; you really are a dumbshit before the blackness overcame the interior of the car; the alarm playing an annoying ballad that followed her into the blackness, accompanied by the moans of the soulless fiends that were feasting on her.
They had come up with a plan-well, sort of. Now that Carlos was with them, they decided to use him to get into the heart of Umbrella's HQ. The employees there would recognize him, and of course there would be a gun at his back to discourage him from warning anyone of who they really were. Someone would notice, considering they were sure Umbrella would have pictures of them passed around and posted in all their facilities, but it would buy them some time. Carlos protested the plan loudly and colorfully, but had no choice; the sight of Leon aiming a Magnum at his face was more than enough to change his mind about trying something. So, yet again, they prepared to enter the headquarters of insanity and evil-hoping they would never have to enter any Umbrella facility ever again; that this would finally be enough.
In a conference room on level B2, a bunch of important looking men in very expensive suits were having a meeting. The topic of discussion was the most effective way to dispose of the pesky vigilantes that had plagued them as of late-and lost them five labs, probably more for all they knew. Most of the men were loudly vocalizing their ideas for disposing of them. All of them but one man, actually. This man simply surveyed the participants of this meeting with unreadable eyes and an even more unreadable expression on his face. All in all, it was really too bad for the men in the room that this particular man was not contributing; he was the only one who could effectively bring in the vigilantes. But he wouldn't. He needed them to stay alive. The man that was currently speaking was a man that many feared greatly-a man so dangerous you would have to be either very brave, stupid, cunning, or simply insane to even consider crossing-named Mr. Jackson. He had a first name, but most people in the room had long since forgotten it-using it would have expressed an informality he would not tolerate. Anyway, back to the discussion.
"These people are not to be underestimated," Jackson said. "After all, they did dispose of Reston-and a very expensive testing lab-with very little firepower. What I would like to know is why Carlos has not managed to bring them to us yet. He should have let slip the information we gave him about the English lab weeks ago, yet no one over there has even mentioned them coming," Jackson said, obviously very pissed off.
"Has it occurred to anyone that perhaps an accident occurred over there?" our mystery man asked. "I mean, with what we've learned of these people so far, they should have gone in by now, and the England facility would have told us if they had even seen them within a twenty mile radius."
"True, very true, Trent," another man replied, "But why hasn't Carlos reported recently? It's been two days since his last call, and I'm starting to get a little worried."
"I seriously doubt that is the problem. It is probably simply the fact that he is around our.targets too much to safely make a call. And also, one of our satellites in that direction detected an explosion in that area. I'm willing to be Carlos set it off after the rest of the team was inside and out of the way," Trent replied coolly, and everyone shut up promptly. Trent was also another person you did not particularly want to cross.
"You do have a point, Trent," Jackson mused. "I saw that satellite footage, and it certainly does appear to be our lab. It is a shame that we lost it, but as long as those assholes were inside it, I would have to say it was money well wasted-certainly better spent than employing Mr. Oliveira to help us out."
With this said, no one dared to argue that employing Mr. Oliveira was his idea; Jackson was most definitely not in the best of moods. Everyone hastily agreed with him, and made plans to dispose of Carlos-and possible the renegades if they didn't die like they should have. After the meeting, everyone filed out of the room. Mr. Trent looked at his watch, looked at the clock on the wall, and hurried out of the room, realizing he didn't have much time to get out of the building before disaster struck-provided the team was on time.