Guided by the heart
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A/N Sorry it's been a while folks. I've finallt got a bit of inspiration back, and the exams are just killing me, but I figured all those who wanted to read last time deserved this so I'll keep the show rolling. Please R&R. You just gotta. I'm DYING for some voices up in here!!!!! Maybe you might find a special comment on one of your own masterpieces if you do.
The boss who refused to take responsibility.
My experiments called for no waste of time. Have you ever had a moment in your life where you were set on one purpose so deeply that you would chase it to the ends of the earth? I was always that way. Others on the outside would call it a sob story of how mad I truly was. But at least I wasn't dumb enough to publish my memoirs. Only sickos would ever read them. The worst part was that I was one of the richest people on the planet. It wasn't even my intention to reach such heights. All I thought I was doing was selling a new warrior to the American military, and suddenly a brand new idea for the greatest black project turned into a fury that consumed and crushed an innocent little town, and was bound for even worse things to come in the future. Next there were major cities, and chaos to start, but we would all cover our tracks so well no one would even think we were responsible because there were so many other cheap companies into the Bio weapon scandal that scapegoats were simply for the picking, and enough of them had been involved in dirty business for me to use them as shields to avoid justice. Imagine the awakening of a new beast who could withstand hundreds of shots, and they would walk the streets like vampires searching for blood. Some of them so agile it would take more than your toughest gun to stop them. I had dreams of such things. Then one of my little cohorts came to Europe and we formulated the idea that would put together these super soldiers together. I betrayed not only William Birkin but every single person that I dispatched to America and Raccoon City did not know that I signed them up for a suicide mission.
I was relieved at hearing that Albert Wesker was going to be out of the picture. The leaders of the medicine conglomerate Life + were planning to crush my success and steal all of my bio weapon findings for themselves. Wesker was willing to do any task I gave him, and then I realized that he was a double spy, a very clever one too. So I do not regret his demise in the least. He very well could have killed me many times in secret. When I was drunk in my office chatting with him, or when I was desperate for his service. He was one person I failed to see through because I actually accepted his kindness.
Brian Irons and the Ashfords could roast in Hell for all I cared. Alexander told them to keep tabs on me before he died. The old bastard even wrote it in his will. They only pretended to be my advocates but I could feel it within their own souls whenever they performed their jobs so well in order to simply obtain money from me. It was obvious they wanted a much greater piece of the pie than I could offer them. I had room for partners but the selfish could fuck themselves. It was simple. I told the old coot Irons that he was getting a T Virus vaccine when really I allowed for the embryo to produce in his body much faster. It was the exact same liquid going in his system during the shot but I added an extra gift. Courtesy of an old friend you tried to cheat for more money. I gave you the world. No matter.
Alexander's children were kind to me but they had their qualms about Wesker and they didn't tell me what the low down dirty serpent was up to. He was the only man who could have sunk everything that William, their father and I worked to build. They deserved what they got.
Apparently sub machine guns weren't enough for Birkin either. I was foolish for thinking a rocket launcher would be too harsh for the man. It sounded like him to inject the G virus into himself. Guess what ladies and gents. He didn't think up that little bug by himself. We walked into my office, and I showed him my new notes findings, and experiments in the process, the little bugger refused to culture properly, and other pressing business was taking away from my experiment. So I needed him to solve the problem. It only took a week. He was smart, but also prone to brag. I never thought that the G virus work would transform into a complete obsession. I didn't mind him taking the credit for something so horrible but word was spreading out among facilities. The idiot didn't realize that he couldn't even tell his wife what monsters I had created, but soon people began to find out, and so did the S.T.A.R.S. of all people. Imagine my anger. I wanted my project back. How could he say that was his life's work? Perhaps it was jealously for realizing that my brain was full of knowledge that surpassed him tremendously. This man was just a fanatic. I had to spend seven hours in my office remaining absolutely still in my chair to keep my cranium from exploding just from thinking too hard. If I was a moral man I could've won a Nobel Prize by now. I've more knowledge about the human body than the wisest anatomy scholars in history, and he was going to snatch my project from behind my back, take an executive position in Umbrella and find some silly way of knocking me off to climb into the boss's chair. If there is any lesson to take from this, it's that money is never enough for the evil people in the world. They want more.
Thinking back to how all this mess began, I regret that fact that she was a part of it when she didn't have to be. I was at least seven years older than her. She married for money. A beautiful blond and single mother who was helpless without my funding, she always dressed sexy, and loved to have fun, but she only cared about that. She had no higher goals. All she was good for was the bedroom when I was sick of wrapping my mind up in equations and chemistry. I came to her, and she gave me two children that I could call my own, two little boys three years younger than Helen. Even though I was always cranky to them, they still loved me for some reason that I could never quite put my finger on.
She would get mad often because her body was unused. I thought that the sexual theme of 'the doctor's in the house' was becoming rather old, and I had other things to attend to. Even though she was a dumb broad she deserved more. Even though she wrecked my lab all because of one petty incident at a party, because I took the children into my office which she believed was more of an animal torture chamber it came down to this. The fights, the pranks, the stunts, everything drove me crazy, but I dared never show her my fist. I always kept cool. She kept asking me when would be the day that I would finally blow up, and just show her how mad I really was.
She didn't want to know. I never got mad. I only got even. It was the only language I spoke.
It was a late night at a party. I was only out on the lawn enjoying the festivities in a fancy tux just like the rest of the gentlemen for awhile then I returned to my private quarters as usual. She looked simply ravishing when she came up to my room. It was the first time that I had seen her smile in a long time. What the occasion was? I didn't know.
"It's an anniversary remember?" She said temptingly. Her gorgeous smile, body, and dress had me itching to fuck her. I sat still, and tried to resist. I remember that one of my lower employees had sent me a finished chemistry compilation that we were going to take to the labs the very next morning. It was still sitting in my desk. I was still curious to see how it worked. It was like a new toy and a child. The two were almost inseparable. As we made love I thought to myself whether or not I would get to touch her like this again. I began to forget about my work, and my aspirations, the things that I wanted to make come true, my undying curiosity.
Well. almost.
She was kissing the chloroform soon enough and even though she pretended to forgive me with the kisses she was still hoping that I would forget how she destroyed my life's work, and legacy all in under a few hours. How she tried to boss me around in public when it was my money that she had. She was even cuter when she squirmed around covered in tape. I cut with the scalpel rather slowly. Of course I had drugged away the pain to keep others from hearing her make a noise. It was a deep shame that she would be leaving me this way. I dumped the virus in simple parts of her body where they would run through her blood and eventually transform her. She began to reject so I had to make her eat it the hard way.
Pissing down my leg in pain from seeing such beauty suffer, I continued till her short breaths stopped. She had gotten out one last."I love you." From there it was all staged how I alerted the others with my most emotional scream. I even convinced myself of my 'innocence' the way I cried out in pain that my wife was killed by some madman on the premises. My guards went wild searching. There came the police, and the hospital. Of course I touched nothing that could trace back to me, and the doctors at the morgue where she was taken were two friends of mine.
I couldn't face Helen or my two boys knowing what I did. At first they were sweet, but were soon becoming little brats.
I watched them eating their cereal in the morning. It was the first morning in which I'd actually gotten up before anyone else in the house. It would make sense. I was supposed to be in shock after the horrible murder of my wife.
"This milk tastes funny papa. I don't feel so good." moaned Helen in her sweet little voice. I wanted to shed a tear, but I knew that if her or my own two boys were to stay in tact they'd find out about all of daddy's private work soon enough. I simply couldn't hide it from them, and plus their bodily energy was peculiarly strong. They would prove useful in the future. Two hours before the butler had come down to prepare breakfast, I confess to anyone who reads this, yes I slipped the mess into their food and watched them eat it while bearing the worst of stomachaches, and worst of all.I kept a straight face. At least they would go to sleep peacefully.
I never told anyone except Birkin the next day what I had done, and I lived in fear, and total stupidity for letting that secret out as well. I was also a little disoriented at that time. Gossip was really taking the manhood out of me.
"Good God man! What did you do?"
"Listen Birkin.can you keep a secret? Times like this call for more drastic experiments..."
I put my arm on his shoulder as I walked him into my office, and shut the door with a low kick. A new me was born that day. By now I've totally forgotten the once innocent scientist I was back at Oxford, and would risk shedding blood to achieve my goals.
Chris Rebecca and Barry were circling the beautiful city of Vienna in a small chopper around 6:00 AM on a groggy sunless morning. Becky was in total shakes staring out the window. Chris was silent as ever. His face extremely stiff. Him and Rebecca shared the same emotions and questions of what the day would bring. Barry was in the pilot's seat humming a tune to himself.
"Barry could you knock it off? It sounds more like a dying dog than Amazing Grace." Rebecca pleaded.
"All I can do right now is just hum and sing. We need something to keep our spirits up. I mean.think about it. By this evening, the entire city's going to be just like Raccoon and we can't do a thing about it. "Well I have a little hope left." Said Rebecca still looking over Austria's beauty "Trent said it's one person who might start the virus release. Think of all the potential places we could look for this guy. The water transfer spots on the outside of town, a place where lots of people gather, you know.places where the virus might spread quicker."
"Yeah but it's really not that easy at all." Chris told her
"We're still searching for a needle in a haystack. Trent never really told us all that much. It makes me wonder just what the hell he's really up to."
"He never gives us a lot of info Chris. Only clues. You know that's how he is." Barry explained
"But why? This is serious! Information is the only key to getting out of this mess, and stopping Umbrella, and we are really short on info. Doesn't anyone think that this is weird?"
He could smell a paradox a mile away but the others thought he was a little too paranoid even though anyone in his shoes would have good reason to be.
"Hey look! There's Carlos! He's spoken to our inside man! Maybe he can give us some answers."
Carlos was on top of a tower waving a signal on the roof heliport with both of his arms. Barry moved over to his position and lowered a rope ladder for him. He came up horribly exhausted.
"Bad news guys."
"Aw shit." Rebecca dumped her head while Chris shrugged as if to say "I told you so."
"Wait. Let's hear it first guys." Barry tried to stop the two from losing their spirit.
"There's more than one needle in this haystack. Trent confirmed it from a conversation in a bar with a drunk Umbrella worker. We've got five little firecrackers running around this town."
"Five people!? Ohh Sh-."
"Barry. No." Chris warned "Keep flying, and lets all stay calm." He turned to face Carlos
"Any info on where any of these people could be?"
"He's going to call back and give us locations so we can call Jill and the USBC chopper to pick them off from where they are before they can release the virus."
"Yess!" Rebecca breathed out.
"Well He'd better make it quick because we got the warning that at 10:00 AM it's going down." Chris reminded him.
"Relax. I'll take care of it man. Just get your asses in gear
He always liked the idea of getting to hold a lovely woman in bed one last time before going off to work. It made him feel even more like an adult, even though he'd just met her the night before. Ginny never knew who her dad was. Good thing her mom got custody of her or else Kevin wouldn't be seeing a pretty girl. He'd be seeing a B.O.W instead. Even Wesker with all his secret intel didn't know who the kid really was, which was probably why Trent hired him. If Dr. Albert ever knew how much of an asset (now liability) the boy really was in stopping his operations cold he would've slain him a looong time ago.
"What time is it?" Regina asked curling up under the sheets.
"7:30. We should be more serious about this mission you know." Kevin warned her "Do you always work with such a lazy start-up attitude? This isn't exactly your typical sleep in from work day. It's a matter of.
"Life and death?" She answered without even opening her eyes. My Mom taught me a lot of things when she was spying with Umbrella. Approach destiny with an open mind, but you must be relaxed as well as alert."
"That's pretty damn relaxed sister." Kevin said then whistled.
"Silly boy. Come here."
He walked back to the bed and she pulled him back down across her gently.
"You remember everything were supposed to do?"
"Well hmm let me see. Uh YEAH!" He said sarcastically." I'm the guy with the most dangerous job. I supposed to be there 8 o' clock by the window of the tower outside the school courtyard. All you do is drive the getaway car."
"Just checking." She said with a smile "Don't worry okay? Don't be so tense. Everything'll work out fine."
"Good to know. All right. Be there in the parking lot when I call for you. Cool?"
"Roger boss." She said it with style.
He prayed in the morning. Over by the river before he grabbed the steel case, stuck on his sunglasses and hat, then walked away from the harbor catching a bus ride as the sun broke through the sky that morning even if it was brief it was still nice to watch.
Riding on the bus made him wonder if the ride was going to be something like Israel, and maybe one of the gassers was in the backseat, but he got off in one piece. So far so good. Kevin carried his cell phone and other technological stuff along with the case to make it seem as though he was some phone salesman carrying modern day goods. He even had the catalog to go with it. Even though his shirt, running shoes, and baseball cap didn't quite suggest the disguise, at least no one would even guess what was REALLY in that case.
It felt funny walking the streets knowing that there was the potential of everything that he saw before him normal, soon becoming nothing but a total mess of monsters, and destruction by night. The campus was in sight. It just reminded him that there was a school play happening in the courtyard, and everyone had gathered on a free day to watch the performance. As he walked past, he just knew he was going to miss all of his friends. He felt tension within his body. Something was shaking within him. Perhaps it was his heart. Could he really go through with this?
Apparently the only thing shaking was his cell phone. He took a deep breath and relaxed when hearing the Mario Brothers theme song playing on his Motorola.
"Yeah? Trent is that you?"
"Trent.Who is Trent?"
Kevin paused
"Who the hell is this?"
"Go into the faculty office. I left the door open for you."
The voice was stern and deep. He had no time to figure this guy out, but the man said he was here to help. He didn't give any clues. Nonetheless he followed instructions, and as soon as he opened the door to the school of arts faculty offices he saw the gadget lying on a table in the lobby. The voice on the other line spoke to him.
"If you do not adjust this patch to yourself you will definitely be found out on this mission. Strap it on, and please conceal your case. Your targets are all here."
He wanted to scream. Now he was being led by a mysterious voice, and worst of all it wasn't his goofy old boss. How could a total stranger be telling him what to do?
He still took his perch in the tower, and decided not to challenge this person. He told the rest of the people that saw him on campus that he was clearing out as he walked through the halls before sneaking into a closed off personnel area.
"It must be hard saying goodbye to this place."
"Did campus kick you off?"
"Nah. Something came up though. Important family business. It's hard to explain."
" No tell us." The girls would say. Geez the people around here were so nice. He almost hated what he was going to do.
Almost.
This was still his chance to save the city.
Trent told him there was only one virus release target but apparently another source had more info. He still decided to call up Trent anyways. He took out his comm. Radio hoping the old guy was somewhere close, and dialed his frequency. At the same time he prayed that the mystery man wouldn't be listening into his conversation.
" Uh TD? You there?"
"I copy you K. G.." Trent confirmed. He was walking out of a coffee shop as his eyes turned to look up at the campus.
"Somebody just called me, and told me there were five targets. You know anything about."
Trent sighed then spoke clearly just so his agent would get the point.
"Yes. There are more of these criminals on the streets but I want you to only focus on one of them who should be very close to you on my radar. Are you in the tower yet? Who was talking to you? What did the voice sound like?"
" Real deep kinda robotic or something. The guy gave me some gadget and told me that I wouldn't make it out of the building safely if I didn't use this."
That was when he turned around, saw an object off to his left and realized what the mysterious voice was trying to tell him. The security system in this place was top notch, and if the school went into a state of emergency he'd be trapped in the building until someone found him after the shot went off. He'd be caught red handed. Hoping that he wasn't being put on he flipped on the controls to the little mechanical toy and waved it in front of the camera in the room. The green light went to red and it began throw around sparks as it swayed back and forth in some strange movement, then died out.
(Ohh...kick ass!) He thought.
He opened the case quickly, rubbing the palms of his hands together as he stared down at the huge set that sat before him. M40 rifle complete with super scope and all the hi-tech goodies attached on its side. He spent less than a minute fitting all the parts together, and then locked the door to the room. He grabbed the extra pair of binoculars in the setup and stared out the window over the campus. You know, there were some fun people that he knew around this place, wonderful people, especially in the drama club. He probably would've joined if he didn't have more important business. Those people were so wild. They would be sober and solemn for a month or two preparing for the ultimate show, and then drown themselves in drinks, bouncing off the walls, messing around on each other in the dorms. Jacques was the most insane of them all, but he had skills. He played St Joseph in the Christmas show now moving onto Quasimodo, and if the costume didn't fool you enough, then he sure did because he was the ugliest 20 year old alive. Actually he was a face for the women but Kevin loved to diss the guy out in front of the girls. He always had pranks for every single morning on campus, and he would get an audience as he made his usual annoying morning announcements. He was a suspicious character of course. When he was drunk he would always talk about killing people in their sleep, like he was joking, but that was how the hottest women around began to be afraid of this man. Sometimes his jokes would get much too serious. There was a time where he was almost expelled for being part of destroying campus property. It wasn't your average stink-bomb. There was some debate flying around as to whether or not there was some poisonous substance within the gas.
He would know wouldn't he? Chemistry was his other game. He did experiments religiously as though he were the epitome of scientific obsession.
Kevin knew what he was starting to think. The bomber couldn't be Jacques. Because he was so..
Nice?
That wasn't much of a good reason was it?
Lots of people were nice but it never excused them from doing some of the most horrible things on earth.
There had to be a much more sufficient reason than that.
He was really starting to hate himself for he thought he would have to do to the coolest man on campus. However, low and behold, when Kevin looked through his binoculars and then turned to stare at the sample of the virus he was given by Trent's helpers as a link to the substance that would probably be used in the bombing, he knew right then and there that he'd found the prime target.
Jill jogged down the streets trying to get her radio off the fritz. She'd been dropped off by her copter worrying about the time and why Trent hadn't gotten back to her or the rest of the teams.
"Valentine? You there." The radio crackled she breathed out in relief when she heard Chris's voice.
"Did you hear anything yet? Where are you anyways?"
" Near the plaza. This place is covered with pedestrians but I don't see anything yet, and what's even worse.it's 9:00! What the hell are we going to do?
Jacques was actually going to do it. He had proven to be crazy before but it was so hard to believe even though he had been briefed and with the scope he had caught a trace of the viral spreading book bag device that was hiding under his costume. Quasimodo was probably a very good excuse. Nonetheless, it was not enough to get past Kevin's sharp eyes. The rifle came up quickly and set down aiming for the back of person who he thought he knew but truly didn't. His eyes became colder and colder as he forgot an old drunk friend and became professional only seeing the same killer that was trying to entertain most of the school population and sweep one of the most beautiful girls on campus off her feet. The people were still so confused. They had absolutely no idea.
As the clouds and rain came, the show went on. As Jacques lit the stage with his own song, with the light effects hitting him, the smoke was about to come in and that was the moment that Kevin knew to strike. From far away he could follow where the boy's hands were reaching with his scope and caught some dangerous movement off to behind the back. Kevin spotted the machine handle but realized that he couldn't just knock it off. It was connected all around the kid's body.
The phone rang in his earm, surprisingly not upsetting his concentration, but he was using an earpiece so as to not ruin his aim by lunging for the phone.
Mean while, Trent was watching from down below
" SHOOT HIM NOW!!!!" Screamed the old man
with that said the rookie assassin depressed the trigger quickly without another word.
The shot was silent but swift, and undetectable. One minute earlier, the main performer could only think about money, and all the benefits that would come to him. He was already vaccinated, and ready. Although it was cruel his employer promised something that the world could have never given to a rejected actor such as him. He was given a chance to make something of himself. Those poor saps would have to live with what was coming to them but money was bigger than anything. He just had to reach down and simply pull the handle, and when he woke up that beautiful suitcase would be waiting for him. He could see it already coming closer to him.victory was imminent.
Then it happened.
The picture of the money was covered by a shade of blood red, and that was all that his dreams were until everything faded out.
Blood guzzled out of his neck like a spraying water hose as the shot went right through the device, his neck and dove into the ground, the crowd ran back in panic as security tried to get things under control under the harsh pouring rain, chaos, and clapping lightning ,but three people remained the in the courtyard.
"What are you doing?! Get back here! Run!" Yelled one of the guards
Jill had finally gotten on the radio with Trent from the streets of Vienna watching a little bit of sunset break through on the horizon as she ran soaking her green army tank top and shorts in the rain. Long grown hair stuck to her face as she tried to look around at the traffic chaos that the passing police cars were creating. Something was going down and she missed it. It looked as though it was coming from the plaza. Running to catch a cab she stayed on the phone with Trent.
"What happened?"
"He got one of them! Thank goodness! Now the rest should be nearby. Find somewhere to hide Jill, an alleyway or somewhere."
"Who got one?"
"Another of the people I hired. You've yet to meet him. The university that he'd been posted at was where one of the viral bombers was located, and he must have killed the activation switch for the bomb because I don't see anything coming out right now from where I stand.
"What's going on? Why didn't you tell us?!" Jill complained with an angry squeal coming out of her mouth while pushing through the chaos on the streets.
"I didn't tell you because this was part of the plan. Trust me. If you just stick to your role, everyone will come out of this part flawlessly and we can rondeveau later."
Jill shook her head and kept watching as traffic began to pile up. Things didn't seem to be going as well as she hoped.
"Jill are you there!?" came the voice on the radio. She was more than surprised to find out just who's voice it was.
"Chris! Jesus! I thought I lost you! Where are you guys!?"
"Still in the helicopter. I can only see the university by scope. Trent just told about one of the breakouts."
"Yeah. I only heard a few seconds ago. Apparently, he trusted someone else with our job."
"Well let's thank this mystery shooter, because we wouldn't have found them anyways." said Chris. Jill nodded, accepting his words through the machine in her hand. It was common of her to feel rather unsure about people in the dark, but even if she had an ally for just a minute or two. She had to take that advantage whenever it came.
Kevin was still back in the lounge watching panic occur down below with cold, observant eyes that had been quick on his first target, and were searching around frantically for another. The only problem was that he didn't know where to look at all. The first one he had caught by luck,and there was supposed to be five. Were the rest in the plaza? Or were they nearby? All that he knew was that he had just gotten orders from some unknown helper, and he was wishing now more than ever that the mystery helper would call back into his earpiece so that he could figure out what to do next.
( BEEP BEEP BEEP ) The sound of the phone irritated his ears. As he responded, he expected to hear Trent's voice, but it wasn't the old man's voice he was hearing.
"I guess you're lost without me. Still want to save the day? Use your eyes for once. Look further down to your left. Not everyone has left the courtyard."
The voice faded out again.
Well I'll be damned. Kevin thought to himself seeing that the voice was right, and that he simply didn't take the three people who stood still and shocked in the middle of the courtyard as enemies. He wasn't blind, it was just that he didn't have the balls of a real cop to pull the trigger, when there was even a 20 percent chance that his guess could be wrong, but it seemed that he wasn't. He moved the scope up to get a closer aim.
There was a brown haired girl with a pigtail dressed in pink with large glasses. The other kid looked rather goth. Pale faced, dressed in metal core fan clothes with more hair than the mane on a lion, and one fat kid in a soccer uniform except for a pair of jeans. There were green pack devices worn on their sides. The security guards were yelling at them , but they yelled back. Holding hands in a circle of three, sweat coming down their faces along with the rain. Their eyes showed looks of distress. The fat kid nodded to the pig tailed girl who reached for the primacord underneath her shirt, as the rock fan shook his head with nervousness staring back at the crowd of students, it looked as though tears were going to well up in his eyes. Sad really, but he couldn't even imagine what would happen if he didn't do something. Maybe if he just aimed for the devices themselves, everything would be okay, he was carrying rounds heavy enough to rip a leg, but there was no other choice. His silenced piece went off.
FWWPPH! FWWPPH! FWWWPH!
As the shots came out of thin air, they all hit the ground fast. They lay in a circle just as they had once stood before. Never knowing what happened, put to sleep easily, but just who had told these people to do this in the first place?
Chris watched through the long scope, and saw the three people in the courtyard hit the ground as the rest of the people around the university were being pushed further back. They ran up the street. Security, and a few of the police who had just arrived, tried to control them all but it was hopeless, they all ran further up the street in a large mob, around the corner, and down two blocks out into the open. The plaza.
He was in a coffee shop when he saw them coming down into the street by the lot. The drunk college fools were making the traffic even worse. A jaguar tried to miss a kid pulling to the side, but went up the sidewalk crashing into a nearby market right across the street from the coffee shop. As the man in the heavy brown sports winter coat, shadowed completely by the visor of his hat stepped out, he lugged a huge book bag around his shoulder. Slapping down his money on the counter, he tipped his hat and jogged out side. His boots mushing through the puddles of rain he watched the crowd of citizens stop at the statue where a blockade of police stopped the running students, and concerned citizens from causing a ruckus. More squad carts came on the scene.
Jill was held up by the traffic, she jumped out of the car leaving the cabbie shouting at her for not paying. She shut the door, and ran past the line of vehicles looking further up at the plaza. She pulled down her hat to keep the rain out of her eyes for only a second before turning back up to see a man in a brown coat walking and jumping onto the statue in the center of the plaza. Seeing through her binoculars, she hoped that she could get an ID, but the person's face was completely masked. She couldn't catch anything.
He looked down at them. There were hundreds, thousands. Who knew exactly, but he didn't care. It was all the better, and all the easier. As his hands reached for the cord under his jacket, he was sure that he had taken enough of the vaccine to survive. There was no stopping it. He had been waiting for the children to fail. Only a professional could do the job right, and as the people were running, and the squads were having a field day, it was time.
The gas release came out faster than anyone knew. When the explosion went off, the last of the person that could be seen was a speck flying away in the wind. The sky seemed to look a different color as green gas and white smoke covered the entire plaza causing everyone to run away or get down on their knees coughing. Jill saw it was coming and ran back jumping into the taxi, hearing the man scream didn't matter in the least when she could have been victim to something worse. Her fears had been confirmed, and she didn't even realize it fully yet.
"HOLY SHIT! PULL UP! PULL UP!!" Chris and Rebecca yelled to Barry and Carlos who were already working as fast as they could to pull away.
Away from the building, far in the back he found an empty lot where the potion hadn't reached. He was praying right then that he was sorry for everything if he could just get to the car in time, and not be caught out there when the smoke came.
His prayers were answered sooner than he thought as he saw the old black sedan rush up by him. He his hands were shaking as they held onto the heavy case that kept the parts of his rifle. He was becoming so worried about whether the job was over, that he was becoming paranoid. Would it even be Regina in that car?
"Kevin it's me! Get in!"
He jumped inside.
"Thank God! Now punch it!"
They went out of the lot headed as far away from the center of the trouble as they could, and Regina was one hell of a driver. She rushed through a neighborhood, squeezing past other cars with such effort, but yet flawlessly. She beat the lights as her new little boyfriend was being tossed around the backseat trying to dump the case in its hidden spot in the backseat. He traded his work weapon for a trusty survival piece pulling out his lucky shot Sig Sauer P229. He went searching for .357 slugs. Upon finding nothing but nine millimeters he turned to face his partner.
"Uhh.where's all the hi-caliber ammo?"
"That's not your silver piece Kevin. I found it off a dead cop.
"Eh?"
"Hang on! We'll be out of town sooner than you think!"
At least the standard ammo model was meant for quick fire, because if any sort of creature came onto him, he wouldn't be caught dead trying to pop it with weak bullets and slow hits. If he wasn't swift then it would cost him dearly, and that was just a risk he was not willing to take.
She thought of Chris the whole time holding her breath and blinking her eyes inside the car as this powerful explosion came and swept the cars into massive pile ups. Emergency forces rushing down were only caught in the chaos of people and crushed cars, but the taxi was luckily swept in a different direction. The cabbie was smart enough to realize that any more forward meant trouble. As he regained control of the car he made a large turn, and with no question as to Jill's orders he drove away like the average fearful human who valued his life.
No wait! Regina! Hold on!
They both screamed together, and were unable to control the moment, they were afraid of so many things that they forgot the deadliness of a car crash. Hitting another busted vehicle in the side, and in the middle of an empty street in a tree covered neighborhood they were both knocked out.
Sundown
If one could remember Racoon, it was five times the madness. Zombies were found sooner or later. Half of the police force went out, and the rest held fort inside the station just like before. The injured were taken, during the breakout. In the streets the gas had finally cleared, leaving a putred smell. Some weren't affected, but surprisingly, most of the population was, through the ash, and dust that covered the sky, and made figures hard to see. Only the green night vision goggles of a surviving S.W.A.T. cop could see through the mist. The man was crawling on his knees. His eyes sagging as his last moments had come the last thing he had seen was a mob of the transformed. They were all joined together in a horrific moaning chorus. The madness had started all over again.
News reporters from helicopter were in total shock seeing their comrades from the ground swallowed in a smoky fury, as cars crashed, and a toxic explosion set the streets on fire. The damage was of epic proportions, and it tore through a great deal of the city itself.
Chris tried to call back to Jill, but all attempts were useless. He slammed his fist against the wall. Carlos, Rebecca, Barry, and him were waiting at the top of one of the tallest buildings in town, ready to get back in the helicopter again. Watching the city's destruction unfold before their very own eyes was more than they could bear. All of them were speechless, except for Chris's constant calls for Jill who was trapped somewhere down in that maze. When the response came in, the entire tem was excited hoping for a good sign. Instead it was Trent.
"Everything is crazy down here. I'm lucky I found shelter just in time. I hoped none of this would happen, but I always had a plan B just in case. I've got plans for every letter of the alphabet guys. I promise to you right now we will stop them." Came Trent's determined voice while the team was in fatigues, downed spirits, and almost wanting to cry from the horror of it all
"I just need all of you to stay strong. This isn't over by a long shot, and we haven't begun to strike yet. Remember this was just a prevention attempt. It failed yes, but the real fight has not begun, and we've got larger trump cards in our corner than last time."
Chris nodded his head, forcing himself to believe Trent through the tears. He never pouted, though seeing something of this magnitude was enough to make a drop or two come down his eyes.
"Where's Jill?" he barely got out
Trent paused for a very long time, not knowing any other way to say it. The streets were smoke, and chaos. She was out there.
"I saw the number of the taxi that she had gotten into. The car exploded Chris..I'm sorry."
His scream ripped through the air like a banshee calling through the night. A loud NO that was carried through the sky, high enough to heard at the edge of Earth, and definitely up in the Heavens. Rebecca's heart took a jump. Carlos could hardly breathe, and Barry, saddened heavily as well put an arm on Chris's shoulder as the young man beat the gravel with his fists in anger, refusing to accept what he was told.
"Regina? Regina?"
He woke up finally. Seeing the skies were black, and that he was still in this dangerous town. The smoke was gone but the streets were cluttered as though a hurricane had come rushing through, only without the relative amount of crushed and decimated real estate, though THAT was also present. So the city had been hit by a super bomb, and he was one of the only survivors, because a light wind of poison would not punch through the windows of the car. Regina was still breathing, but she was knocked to sleep. The air bag hadn't come out so it was his opportunity to get up, and pull her out before it did. Setting up camp in the cold by the fire from other destroyed cars in this ghost town he carried Regina in his arms and set her down checking her neck spot for a pulse. Good. No upsets yet. She was fine, and the best he could do was keep her warm, because he was nowhere near her level of skill in escape driving, plus she was briefed on telling him where to go and what to do next. Her white collared shirt, and short tan khaki skirt were soaked in the rain along with her boots. He'd just noticed how she still tried to look like a special agent whenever something serious was happening. As if it was some kind of joke. Had she even seen what those monsters looked like? Had she ever seen her father? He began to ponder it for awhile as he looked at her, waiting for her to come to so they could figure out what was next. Then he spotted an open apartment door. If there was any trouble within, then he'd clear it out himself. Then he heard a moan down the street. Or maybe more, perhaps an entire horde of them, and here he was without strong rounds. He hated the fact that he didn't have his personal sidearm, but anything would do, and he realized how big the ammo storage was in the car. Surely he'd have enough no matter what came down the road. Then he caught the silhouette of the undead walker. It was almost running. Others were following close behind coming up the high road as the entire mob came into view. Kevin pulled out the p229 handgun thinking that it would take a wrecking machine to stop him as he pointed for the masses. Not knowing where to start first until he saw a rather eager zombie rushing towards him and capped down the ex-geezer, with three quick shots emptying one more in the brain to spread blood. From there he brought down as many as he could in a hail of gunfire. Holding down the fort by shooting at the zombie mob from many different positions on the street trying to nail the weakspot in their lines, but he was running low on ammo, and the last of the mob was coming in large numbers, that he possibly could not have enough rounds for. That was when he noticed the gas leaking car. Bingo. He waited until all the numbers were coming closer to the car. His was aim dead on the pipe in the back of the huge van. Then he shot 6 times. As the explosion spread down the street it cut through the heavy lines, blowing their bodies away into chunks that he couldn't see, but the moment of relief was enough.
Other zombies came out of the darkness and into the road, but he was ready for all of them. A group of five he had shot down by the street light with such grim accuracy that he had wasted very little ammo. Seeing the coast was clear until he heard more moans. He grabbed Regina, and hurried down the street off into an alley where a street light shone off to the right. He saw nothing in his way, and continued inside an apartment. Shutting the door he saw a fat hearse on the couch in front of an old TV. The man had his fan on and was trying to take in the cold air from the warmth of his house probably, he must've not expected the wind at all. Kevin stared at the news for awhile till he heard a moan close by. He hoped it wasn't Regina. No. It was the old man. He aimed dead center for the forehead sending a chunk of blood oozing out the zombie's skull as he shot twice in rapid sucession, then dropped his gun arm, pointing to the floor as he looked around, and went to search the house. Nothing yet. Good. He'd have to be here for a very long time, until he could think of a way to get the hell out of dodge.
A/N: Whew. I'm calling it a night now. Damned bombers! There's always one little bastard that gets away. So has anybody lost hope in Jill? Obviously Chris has, but don't start screaming rage all over the net yet, because this story ain't over. Trust me. I've got some twists and turns left so please tune in, and PLLLLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSEE review. Thanks 4 reading.
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A/N Sorry it's been a while folks. I've finallt got a bit of inspiration back, and the exams are just killing me, but I figured all those who wanted to read last time deserved this so I'll keep the show rolling. Please R&R. You just gotta. I'm DYING for some voices up in here!!!!! Maybe you might find a special comment on one of your own masterpieces if you do.
The boss who refused to take responsibility.
My experiments called for no waste of time. Have you ever had a moment in your life where you were set on one purpose so deeply that you would chase it to the ends of the earth? I was always that way. Others on the outside would call it a sob story of how mad I truly was. But at least I wasn't dumb enough to publish my memoirs. Only sickos would ever read them. The worst part was that I was one of the richest people on the planet. It wasn't even my intention to reach such heights. All I thought I was doing was selling a new warrior to the American military, and suddenly a brand new idea for the greatest black project turned into a fury that consumed and crushed an innocent little town, and was bound for even worse things to come in the future. Next there were major cities, and chaos to start, but we would all cover our tracks so well no one would even think we were responsible because there were so many other cheap companies into the Bio weapon scandal that scapegoats were simply for the picking, and enough of them had been involved in dirty business for me to use them as shields to avoid justice. Imagine the awakening of a new beast who could withstand hundreds of shots, and they would walk the streets like vampires searching for blood. Some of them so agile it would take more than your toughest gun to stop them. I had dreams of such things. Then one of my little cohorts came to Europe and we formulated the idea that would put together these super soldiers together. I betrayed not only William Birkin but every single person that I dispatched to America and Raccoon City did not know that I signed them up for a suicide mission.
I was relieved at hearing that Albert Wesker was going to be out of the picture. The leaders of the medicine conglomerate Life + were planning to crush my success and steal all of my bio weapon findings for themselves. Wesker was willing to do any task I gave him, and then I realized that he was a double spy, a very clever one too. So I do not regret his demise in the least. He very well could have killed me many times in secret. When I was drunk in my office chatting with him, or when I was desperate for his service. He was one person I failed to see through because I actually accepted his kindness.
Brian Irons and the Ashfords could roast in Hell for all I cared. Alexander told them to keep tabs on me before he died. The old bastard even wrote it in his will. They only pretended to be my advocates but I could feel it within their own souls whenever they performed their jobs so well in order to simply obtain money from me. It was obvious they wanted a much greater piece of the pie than I could offer them. I had room for partners but the selfish could fuck themselves. It was simple. I told the old coot Irons that he was getting a T Virus vaccine when really I allowed for the embryo to produce in his body much faster. It was the exact same liquid going in his system during the shot but I added an extra gift. Courtesy of an old friend you tried to cheat for more money. I gave you the world. No matter.
Alexander's children were kind to me but they had their qualms about Wesker and they didn't tell me what the low down dirty serpent was up to. He was the only man who could have sunk everything that William, their father and I worked to build. They deserved what they got.
Apparently sub machine guns weren't enough for Birkin either. I was foolish for thinking a rocket launcher would be too harsh for the man. It sounded like him to inject the G virus into himself. Guess what ladies and gents. He didn't think up that little bug by himself. We walked into my office, and I showed him my new notes findings, and experiments in the process, the little bugger refused to culture properly, and other pressing business was taking away from my experiment. So I needed him to solve the problem. It only took a week. He was smart, but also prone to brag. I never thought that the G virus work would transform into a complete obsession. I didn't mind him taking the credit for something so horrible but word was spreading out among facilities. The idiot didn't realize that he couldn't even tell his wife what monsters I had created, but soon people began to find out, and so did the S.T.A.R.S. of all people. Imagine my anger. I wanted my project back. How could he say that was his life's work? Perhaps it was jealously for realizing that my brain was full of knowledge that surpassed him tremendously. This man was just a fanatic. I had to spend seven hours in my office remaining absolutely still in my chair to keep my cranium from exploding just from thinking too hard. If I was a moral man I could've won a Nobel Prize by now. I've more knowledge about the human body than the wisest anatomy scholars in history, and he was going to snatch my project from behind my back, take an executive position in Umbrella and find some silly way of knocking me off to climb into the boss's chair. If there is any lesson to take from this, it's that money is never enough for the evil people in the world. They want more.
Thinking back to how all this mess began, I regret that fact that she was a part of it when she didn't have to be. I was at least seven years older than her. She married for money. A beautiful blond and single mother who was helpless without my funding, she always dressed sexy, and loved to have fun, but she only cared about that. She had no higher goals. All she was good for was the bedroom when I was sick of wrapping my mind up in equations and chemistry. I came to her, and she gave me two children that I could call my own, two little boys three years younger than Helen. Even though I was always cranky to them, they still loved me for some reason that I could never quite put my finger on.
She would get mad often because her body was unused. I thought that the sexual theme of 'the doctor's in the house' was becoming rather old, and I had other things to attend to. Even though she was a dumb broad she deserved more. Even though she wrecked my lab all because of one petty incident at a party, because I took the children into my office which she believed was more of an animal torture chamber it came down to this. The fights, the pranks, the stunts, everything drove me crazy, but I dared never show her my fist. I always kept cool. She kept asking me when would be the day that I would finally blow up, and just show her how mad I really was.
She didn't want to know. I never got mad. I only got even. It was the only language I spoke.
It was a late night at a party. I was only out on the lawn enjoying the festivities in a fancy tux just like the rest of the gentlemen for awhile then I returned to my private quarters as usual. She looked simply ravishing when she came up to my room. It was the first time that I had seen her smile in a long time. What the occasion was? I didn't know.
"It's an anniversary remember?" She said temptingly. Her gorgeous smile, body, and dress had me itching to fuck her. I sat still, and tried to resist. I remember that one of my lower employees had sent me a finished chemistry compilation that we were going to take to the labs the very next morning. It was still sitting in my desk. I was still curious to see how it worked. It was like a new toy and a child. The two were almost inseparable. As we made love I thought to myself whether or not I would get to touch her like this again. I began to forget about my work, and my aspirations, the things that I wanted to make come true, my undying curiosity.
Well. almost.
She was kissing the chloroform soon enough and even though she pretended to forgive me with the kisses she was still hoping that I would forget how she destroyed my life's work, and legacy all in under a few hours. How she tried to boss me around in public when it was my money that she had. She was even cuter when she squirmed around covered in tape. I cut with the scalpel rather slowly. Of course I had drugged away the pain to keep others from hearing her make a noise. It was a deep shame that she would be leaving me this way. I dumped the virus in simple parts of her body where they would run through her blood and eventually transform her. She began to reject so I had to make her eat it the hard way.
Pissing down my leg in pain from seeing such beauty suffer, I continued till her short breaths stopped. She had gotten out one last."I love you." From there it was all staged how I alerted the others with my most emotional scream. I even convinced myself of my 'innocence' the way I cried out in pain that my wife was killed by some madman on the premises. My guards went wild searching. There came the police, and the hospital. Of course I touched nothing that could trace back to me, and the doctors at the morgue where she was taken were two friends of mine.
I couldn't face Helen or my two boys knowing what I did. At first they were sweet, but were soon becoming little brats.
I watched them eating their cereal in the morning. It was the first morning in which I'd actually gotten up before anyone else in the house. It would make sense. I was supposed to be in shock after the horrible murder of my wife.
"This milk tastes funny papa. I don't feel so good." moaned Helen in her sweet little voice. I wanted to shed a tear, but I knew that if her or my own two boys were to stay in tact they'd find out about all of daddy's private work soon enough. I simply couldn't hide it from them, and plus their bodily energy was peculiarly strong. They would prove useful in the future. Two hours before the butler had come down to prepare breakfast, I confess to anyone who reads this, yes I slipped the mess into their food and watched them eat it while bearing the worst of stomachaches, and worst of all.I kept a straight face. At least they would go to sleep peacefully.
I never told anyone except Birkin the next day what I had done, and I lived in fear, and total stupidity for letting that secret out as well. I was also a little disoriented at that time. Gossip was really taking the manhood out of me.
"Good God man! What did you do?"
"Listen Birkin.can you keep a secret? Times like this call for more drastic experiments..."
I put my arm on his shoulder as I walked him into my office, and shut the door with a low kick. A new me was born that day. By now I've totally forgotten the once innocent scientist I was back at Oxford, and would risk shedding blood to achieve my goals.
Chris Rebecca and Barry were circling the beautiful city of Vienna in a small chopper around 6:00 AM on a groggy sunless morning. Becky was in total shakes staring out the window. Chris was silent as ever. His face extremely stiff. Him and Rebecca shared the same emotions and questions of what the day would bring. Barry was in the pilot's seat humming a tune to himself.
"Barry could you knock it off? It sounds more like a dying dog than Amazing Grace." Rebecca pleaded.
"All I can do right now is just hum and sing. We need something to keep our spirits up. I mean.think about it. By this evening, the entire city's going to be just like Raccoon and we can't do a thing about it. "Well I have a little hope left." Said Rebecca still looking over Austria's beauty "Trent said it's one person who might start the virus release. Think of all the potential places we could look for this guy. The water transfer spots on the outside of town, a place where lots of people gather, you know.places where the virus might spread quicker."
"Yeah but it's really not that easy at all." Chris told her
"We're still searching for a needle in a haystack. Trent never really told us all that much. It makes me wonder just what the hell he's really up to."
"He never gives us a lot of info Chris. Only clues. You know that's how he is." Barry explained
"But why? This is serious! Information is the only key to getting out of this mess, and stopping Umbrella, and we are really short on info. Doesn't anyone think that this is weird?"
He could smell a paradox a mile away but the others thought he was a little too paranoid even though anyone in his shoes would have good reason to be.
"Hey look! There's Carlos! He's spoken to our inside man! Maybe he can give us some answers."
Carlos was on top of a tower waving a signal on the roof heliport with both of his arms. Barry moved over to his position and lowered a rope ladder for him. He came up horribly exhausted.
"Bad news guys."
"Aw shit." Rebecca dumped her head while Chris shrugged as if to say "I told you so."
"Wait. Let's hear it first guys." Barry tried to stop the two from losing their spirit.
"There's more than one needle in this haystack. Trent confirmed it from a conversation in a bar with a drunk Umbrella worker. We've got five little firecrackers running around this town."
"Five people!? Ohh Sh-."
"Barry. No." Chris warned "Keep flying, and lets all stay calm." He turned to face Carlos
"Any info on where any of these people could be?"
"He's going to call back and give us locations so we can call Jill and the USBC chopper to pick them off from where they are before they can release the virus."
"Yess!" Rebecca breathed out.
"Well He'd better make it quick because we got the warning that at 10:00 AM it's going down." Chris reminded him.
"Relax. I'll take care of it man. Just get your asses in gear
He always liked the idea of getting to hold a lovely woman in bed one last time before going off to work. It made him feel even more like an adult, even though he'd just met her the night before. Ginny never knew who her dad was. Good thing her mom got custody of her or else Kevin wouldn't be seeing a pretty girl. He'd be seeing a B.O.W instead. Even Wesker with all his secret intel didn't know who the kid really was, which was probably why Trent hired him. If Dr. Albert ever knew how much of an asset (now liability) the boy really was in stopping his operations cold he would've slain him a looong time ago.
"What time is it?" Regina asked curling up under the sheets.
"7:30. We should be more serious about this mission you know." Kevin warned her "Do you always work with such a lazy start-up attitude? This isn't exactly your typical sleep in from work day. It's a matter of.
"Life and death?" She answered without even opening her eyes. My Mom taught me a lot of things when she was spying with Umbrella. Approach destiny with an open mind, but you must be relaxed as well as alert."
"That's pretty damn relaxed sister." Kevin said then whistled.
"Silly boy. Come here."
He walked back to the bed and she pulled him back down across her gently.
"You remember everything were supposed to do?"
"Well hmm let me see. Uh YEAH!" He said sarcastically." I'm the guy with the most dangerous job. I supposed to be there 8 o' clock by the window of the tower outside the school courtyard. All you do is drive the getaway car."
"Just checking." She said with a smile "Don't worry okay? Don't be so tense. Everything'll work out fine."
"Good to know. All right. Be there in the parking lot when I call for you. Cool?"
"Roger boss." She said it with style.
He prayed in the morning. Over by the river before he grabbed the steel case, stuck on his sunglasses and hat, then walked away from the harbor catching a bus ride as the sun broke through the sky that morning even if it was brief it was still nice to watch.
Riding on the bus made him wonder if the ride was going to be something like Israel, and maybe one of the gassers was in the backseat, but he got off in one piece. So far so good. Kevin carried his cell phone and other technological stuff along with the case to make it seem as though he was some phone salesman carrying modern day goods. He even had the catalog to go with it. Even though his shirt, running shoes, and baseball cap didn't quite suggest the disguise, at least no one would even guess what was REALLY in that case.
It felt funny walking the streets knowing that there was the potential of everything that he saw before him normal, soon becoming nothing but a total mess of monsters, and destruction by night. The campus was in sight. It just reminded him that there was a school play happening in the courtyard, and everyone had gathered on a free day to watch the performance. As he walked past, he just knew he was going to miss all of his friends. He felt tension within his body. Something was shaking within him. Perhaps it was his heart. Could he really go through with this?
Apparently the only thing shaking was his cell phone. He took a deep breath and relaxed when hearing the Mario Brothers theme song playing on his Motorola.
"Yeah? Trent is that you?"
"Trent.Who is Trent?"
Kevin paused
"Who the hell is this?"
"Go into the faculty office. I left the door open for you."
The voice was stern and deep. He had no time to figure this guy out, but the man said he was here to help. He didn't give any clues. Nonetheless he followed instructions, and as soon as he opened the door to the school of arts faculty offices he saw the gadget lying on a table in the lobby. The voice on the other line spoke to him.
"If you do not adjust this patch to yourself you will definitely be found out on this mission. Strap it on, and please conceal your case. Your targets are all here."
He wanted to scream. Now he was being led by a mysterious voice, and worst of all it wasn't his goofy old boss. How could a total stranger be telling him what to do?
He still took his perch in the tower, and decided not to challenge this person. He told the rest of the people that saw him on campus that he was clearing out as he walked through the halls before sneaking into a closed off personnel area.
"It must be hard saying goodbye to this place."
"Did campus kick you off?"
"Nah. Something came up though. Important family business. It's hard to explain."
" No tell us." The girls would say. Geez the people around here were so nice. He almost hated what he was going to do.
Almost.
This was still his chance to save the city.
Trent told him there was only one virus release target but apparently another source had more info. He still decided to call up Trent anyways. He took out his comm. Radio hoping the old guy was somewhere close, and dialed his frequency. At the same time he prayed that the mystery man wouldn't be listening into his conversation.
" Uh TD? You there?"
"I copy you K. G.." Trent confirmed. He was walking out of a coffee shop as his eyes turned to look up at the campus.
"Somebody just called me, and told me there were five targets. You know anything about."
Trent sighed then spoke clearly just so his agent would get the point.
"Yes. There are more of these criminals on the streets but I want you to only focus on one of them who should be very close to you on my radar. Are you in the tower yet? Who was talking to you? What did the voice sound like?"
" Real deep kinda robotic or something. The guy gave me some gadget and told me that I wouldn't make it out of the building safely if I didn't use this."
That was when he turned around, saw an object off to his left and realized what the mysterious voice was trying to tell him. The security system in this place was top notch, and if the school went into a state of emergency he'd be trapped in the building until someone found him after the shot went off. He'd be caught red handed. Hoping that he wasn't being put on he flipped on the controls to the little mechanical toy and waved it in front of the camera in the room. The green light went to red and it began throw around sparks as it swayed back and forth in some strange movement, then died out.
(Ohh...kick ass!) He thought.
He opened the case quickly, rubbing the palms of his hands together as he stared down at the huge set that sat before him. M40 rifle complete with super scope and all the hi-tech goodies attached on its side. He spent less than a minute fitting all the parts together, and then locked the door to the room. He grabbed the extra pair of binoculars in the setup and stared out the window over the campus. You know, there were some fun people that he knew around this place, wonderful people, especially in the drama club. He probably would've joined if he didn't have more important business. Those people were so wild. They would be sober and solemn for a month or two preparing for the ultimate show, and then drown themselves in drinks, bouncing off the walls, messing around on each other in the dorms. Jacques was the most insane of them all, but he had skills. He played St Joseph in the Christmas show now moving onto Quasimodo, and if the costume didn't fool you enough, then he sure did because he was the ugliest 20 year old alive. Actually he was a face for the women but Kevin loved to diss the guy out in front of the girls. He always had pranks for every single morning on campus, and he would get an audience as he made his usual annoying morning announcements. He was a suspicious character of course. When he was drunk he would always talk about killing people in their sleep, like he was joking, but that was how the hottest women around began to be afraid of this man. Sometimes his jokes would get much too serious. There was a time where he was almost expelled for being part of destroying campus property. It wasn't your average stink-bomb. There was some debate flying around as to whether or not there was some poisonous substance within the gas.
He would know wouldn't he? Chemistry was his other game. He did experiments religiously as though he were the epitome of scientific obsession.
Kevin knew what he was starting to think. The bomber couldn't be Jacques. Because he was so..
Nice?
That wasn't much of a good reason was it?
Lots of people were nice but it never excused them from doing some of the most horrible things on earth.
There had to be a much more sufficient reason than that.
He was really starting to hate himself for he thought he would have to do to the coolest man on campus. However, low and behold, when Kevin looked through his binoculars and then turned to stare at the sample of the virus he was given by Trent's helpers as a link to the substance that would probably be used in the bombing, he knew right then and there that he'd found the prime target.
Jill jogged down the streets trying to get her radio off the fritz. She'd been dropped off by her copter worrying about the time and why Trent hadn't gotten back to her or the rest of the teams.
"Valentine? You there." The radio crackled she breathed out in relief when she heard Chris's voice.
"Did you hear anything yet? Where are you anyways?"
" Near the plaza. This place is covered with pedestrians but I don't see anything yet, and what's even worse.it's 9:00! What the hell are we going to do?
Jacques was actually going to do it. He had proven to be crazy before but it was so hard to believe even though he had been briefed and with the scope he had caught a trace of the viral spreading book bag device that was hiding under his costume. Quasimodo was probably a very good excuse. Nonetheless, it was not enough to get past Kevin's sharp eyes. The rifle came up quickly and set down aiming for the back of person who he thought he knew but truly didn't. His eyes became colder and colder as he forgot an old drunk friend and became professional only seeing the same killer that was trying to entertain most of the school population and sweep one of the most beautiful girls on campus off her feet. The people were still so confused. They had absolutely no idea.
As the clouds and rain came, the show went on. As Jacques lit the stage with his own song, with the light effects hitting him, the smoke was about to come in and that was the moment that Kevin knew to strike. From far away he could follow where the boy's hands were reaching with his scope and caught some dangerous movement off to behind the back. Kevin spotted the machine handle but realized that he couldn't just knock it off. It was connected all around the kid's body.
The phone rang in his earm, surprisingly not upsetting his concentration, but he was using an earpiece so as to not ruin his aim by lunging for the phone.
Mean while, Trent was watching from down below
" SHOOT HIM NOW!!!!" Screamed the old man
with that said the rookie assassin depressed the trigger quickly without another word.
The shot was silent but swift, and undetectable. One minute earlier, the main performer could only think about money, and all the benefits that would come to him. He was already vaccinated, and ready. Although it was cruel his employer promised something that the world could have never given to a rejected actor such as him. He was given a chance to make something of himself. Those poor saps would have to live with what was coming to them but money was bigger than anything. He just had to reach down and simply pull the handle, and when he woke up that beautiful suitcase would be waiting for him. He could see it already coming closer to him.victory was imminent.
Then it happened.
The picture of the money was covered by a shade of blood red, and that was all that his dreams were until everything faded out.
Blood guzzled out of his neck like a spraying water hose as the shot went right through the device, his neck and dove into the ground, the crowd ran back in panic as security tried to get things under control under the harsh pouring rain, chaos, and clapping lightning ,but three people remained the in the courtyard.
"What are you doing?! Get back here! Run!" Yelled one of the guards
Jill had finally gotten on the radio with Trent from the streets of Vienna watching a little bit of sunset break through on the horizon as she ran soaking her green army tank top and shorts in the rain. Long grown hair stuck to her face as she tried to look around at the traffic chaos that the passing police cars were creating. Something was going down and she missed it. It looked as though it was coming from the plaza. Running to catch a cab she stayed on the phone with Trent.
"What happened?"
"He got one of them! Thank goodness! Now the rest should be nearby. Find somewhere to hide Jill, an alleyway or somewhere."
"Who got one?"
"Another of the people I hired. You've yet to meet him. The university that he'd been posted at was where one of the viral bombers was located, and he must have killed the activation switch for the bomb because I don't see anything coming out right now from where I stand.
"What's going on? Why didn't you tell us?!" Jill complained with an angry squeal coming out of her mouth while pushing through the chaos on the streets.
"I didn't tell you because this was part of the plan. Trust me. If you just stick to your role, everyone will come out of this part flawlessly and we can rondeveau later."
Jill shook her head and kept watching as traffic began to pile up. Things didn't seem to be going as well as she hoped.
"Jill are you there!?" came the voice on the radio. She was more than surprised to find out just who's voice it was.
"Chris! Jesus! I thought I lost you! Where are you guys!?"
"Still in the helicopter. I can only see the university by scope. Trent just told about one of the breakouts."
"Yeah. I only heard a few seconds ago. Apparently, he trusted someone else with our job."
"Well let's thank this mystery shooter, because we wouldn't have found them anyways." said Chris. Jill nodded, accepting his words through the machine in her hand. It was common of her to feel rather unsure about people in the dark, but even if she had an ally for just a minute or two. She had to take that advantage whenever it came.
Kevin was still back in the lounge watching panic occur down below with cold, observant eyes that had been quick on his first target, and were searching around frantically for another. The only problem was that he didn't know where to look at all. The first one he had caught by luck,and there was supposed to be five. Were the rest in the plaza? Or were they nearby? All that he knew was that he had just gotten orders from some unknown helper, and he was wishing now more than ever that the mystery helper would call back into his earpiece so that he could figure out what to do next.
( BEEP BEEP BEEP ) The sound of the phone irritated his ears. As he responded, he expected to hear Trent's voice, but it wasn't the old man's voice he was hearing.
"I guess you're lost without me. Still want to save the day? Use your eyes for once. Look further down to your left. Not everyone has left the courtyard."
The voice faded out again.
Well I'll be damned. Kevin thought to himself seeing that the voice was right, and that he simply didn't take the three people who stood still and shocked in the middle of the courtyard as enemies. He wasn't blind, it was just that he didn't have the balls of a real cop to pull the trigger, when there was even a 20 percent chance that his guess could be wrong, but it seemed that he wasn't. He moved the scope up to get a closer aim.
There was a brown haired girl with a pigtail dressed in pink with large glasses. The other kid looked rather goth. Pale faced, dressed in metal core fan clothes with more hair than the mane on a lion, and one fat kid in a soccer uniform except for a pair of jeans. There were green pack devices worn on their sides. The security guards were yelling at them , but they yelled back. Holding hands in a circle of three, sweat coming down their faces along with the rain. Their eyes showed looks of distress. The fat kid nodded to the pig tailed girl who reached for the primacord underneath her shirt, as the rock fan shook his head with nervousness staring back at the crowd of students, it looked as though tears were going to well up in his eyes. Sad really, but he couldn't even imagine what would happen if he didn't do something. Maybe if he just aimed for the devices themselves, everything would be okay, he was carrying rounds heavy enough to rip a leg, but there was no other choice. His silenced piece went off.
FWWPPH! FWWPPH! FWWWPH!
As the shots came out of thin air, they all hit the ground fast. They lay in a circle just as they had once stood before. Never knowing what happened, put to sleep easily, but just who had told these people to do this in the first place?
Chris watched through the long scope, and saw the three people in the courtyard hit the ground as the rest of the people around the university were being pushed further back. They ran up the street. Security, and a few of the police who had just arrived, tried to control them all but it was hopeless, they all ran further up the street in a large mob, around the corner, and down two blocks out into the open. The plaza.
He was in a coffee shop when he saw them coming down into the street by the lot. The drunk college fools were making the traffic even worse. A jaguar tried to miss a kid pulling to the side, but went up the sidewalk crashing into a nearby market right across the street from the coffee shop. As the man in the heavy brown sports winter coat, shadowed completely by the visor of his hat stepped out, he lugged a huge book bag around his shoulder. Slapping down his money on the counter, he tipped his hat and jogged out side. His boots mushing through the puddles of rain he watched the crowd of citizens stop at the statue where a blockade of police stopped the running students, and concerned citizens from causing a ruckus. More squad carts came on the scene.
Jill was held up by the traffic, she jumped out of the car leaving the cabbie shouting at her for not paying. She shut the door, and ran past the line of vehicles looking further up at the plaza. She pulled down her hat to keep the rain out of her eyes for only a second before turning back up to see a man in a brown coat walking and jumping onto the statue in the center of the plaza. Seeing through her binoculars, she hoped that she could get an ID, but the person's face was completely masked. She couldn't catch anything.
He looked down at them. There were hundreds, thousands. Who knew exactly, but he didn't care. It was all the better, and all the easier. As his hands reached for the cord under his jacket, he was sure that he had taken enough of the vaccine to survive. There was no stopping it. He had been waiting for the children to fail. Only a professional could do the job right, and as the people were running, and the squads were having a field day, it was time.
The gas release came out faster than anyone knew. When the explosion went off, the last of the person that could be seen was a speck flying away in the wind. The sky seemed to look a different color as green gas and white smoke covered the entire plaza causing everyone to run away or get down on their knees coughing. Jill saw it was coming and ran back jumping into the taxi, hearing the man scream didn't matter in the least when she could have been victim to something worse. Her fears had been confirmed, and she didn't even realize it fully yet.
"HOLY SHIT! PULL UP! PULL UP!!" Chris and Rebecca yelled to Barry and Carlos who were already working as fast as they could to pull away.
Away from the building, far in the back he found an empty lot where the potion hadn't reached. He was praying right then that he was sorry for everything if he could just get to the car in time, and not be caught out there when the smoke came.
His prayers were answered sooner than he thought as he saw the old black sedan rush up by him. He his hands were shaking as they held onto the heavy case that kept the parts of his rifle. He was becoming so worried about whether the job was over, that he was becoming paranoid. Would it even be Regina in that car?
"Kevin it's me! Get in!"
He jumped inside.
"Thank God! Now punch it!"
They went out of the lot headed as far away from the center of the trouble as they could, and Regina was one hell of a driver. She rushed through a neighborhood, squeezing past other cars with such effort, but yet flawlessly. She beat the lights as her new little boyfriend was being tossed around the backseat trying to dump the case in its hidden spot in the backseat. He traded his work weapon for a trusty survival piece pulling out his lucky shot Sig Sauer P229. He went searching for .357 slugs. Upon finding nothing but nine millimeters he turned to face his partner.
"Uhh.where's all the hi-caliber ammo?"
"That's not your silver piece Kevin. I found it off a dead cop.
"Eh?"
"Hang on! We'll be out of town sooner than you think!"
At least the standard ammo model was meant for quick fire, because if any sort of creature came onto him, he wouldn't be caught dead trying to pop it with weak bullets and slow hits. If he wasn't swift then it would cost him dearly, and that was just a risk he was not willing to take.
She thought of Chris the whole time holding her breath and blinking her eyes inside the car as this powerful explosion came and swept the cars into massive pile ups. Emergency forces rushing down were only caught in the chaos of people and crushed cars, but the taxi was luckily swept in a different direction. The cabbie was smart enough to realize that any more forward meant trouble. As he regained control of the car he made a large turn, and with no question as to Jill's orders he drove away like the average fearful human who valued his life.
No wait! Regina! Hold on!
They both screamed together, and were unable to control the moment, they were afraid of so many things that they forgot the deadliness of a car crash. Hitting another busted vehicle in the side, and in the middle of an empty street in a tree covered neighborhood they were both knocked out.
Sundown
If one could remember Racoon, it was five times the madness. Zombies were found sooner or later. Half of the police force went out, and the rest held fort inside the station just like before. The injured were taken, during the breakout. In the streets the gas had finally cleared, leaving a putred smell. Some weren't affected, but surprisingly, most of the population was, through the ash, and dust that covered the sky, and made figures hard to see. Only the green night vision goggles of a surviving S.W.A.T. cop could see through the mist. The man was crawling on his knees. His eyes sagging as his last moments had come the last thing he had seen was a mob of the transformed. They were all joined together in a horrific moaning chorus. The madness had started all over again.
News reporters from helicopter were in total shock seeing their comrades from the ground swallowed in a smoky fury, as cars crashed, and a toxic explosion set the streets on fire. The damage was of epic proportions, and it tore through a great deal of the city itself.
Chris tried to call back to Jill, but all attempts were useless. He slammed his fist against the wall. Carlos, Rebecca, Barry, and him were waiting at the top of one of the tallest buildings in town, ready to get back in the helicopter again. Watching the city's destruction unfold before their very own eyes was more than they could bear. All of them were speechless, except for Chris's constant calls for Jill who was trapped somewhere down in that maze. When the response came in, the entire tem was excited hoping for a good sign. Instead it was Trent.
"Everything is crazy down here. I'm lucky I found shelter just in time. I hoped none of this would happen, but I always had a plan B just in case. I've got plans for every letter of the alphabet guys. I promise to you right now we will stop them." Came Trent's determined voice while the team was in fatigues, downed spirits, and almost wanting to cry from the horror of it all
"I just need all of you to stay strong. This isn't over by a long shot, and we haven't begun to strike yet. Remember this was just a prevention attempt. It failed yes, but the real fight has not begun, and we've got larger trump cards in our corner than last time."
Chris nodded his head, forcing himself to believe Trent through the tears. He never pouted, though seeing something of this magnitude was enough to make a drop or two come down his eyes.
"Where's Jill?" he barely got out
Trent paused for a very long time, not knowing any other way to say it. The streets were smoke, and chaos. She was out there.
"I saw the number of the taxi that she had gotten into. The car exploded Chris..I'm sorry."
His scream ripped through the air like a banshee calling through the night. A loud NO that was carried through the sky, high enough to heard at the edge of Earth, and definitely up in the Heavens. Rebecca's heart took a jump. Carlos could hardly breathe, and Barry, saddened heavily as well put an arm on Chris's shoulder as the young man beat the gravel with his fists in anger, refusing to accept what he was told.
"Regina? Regina?"
He woke up finally. Seeing the skies were black, and that he was still in this dangerous town. The smoke was gone but the streets were cluttered as though a hurricane had come rushing through, only without the relative amount of crushed and decimated real estate, though THAT was also present. So the city had been hit by a super bomb, and he was one of the only survivors, because a light wind of poison would not punch through the windows of the car. Regina was still breathing, but she was knocked to sleep. The air bag hadn't come out so it was his opportunity to get up, and pull her out before it did. Setting up camp in the cold by the fire from other destroyed cars in this ghost town he carried Regina in his arms and set her down checking her neck spot for a pulse. Good. No upsets yet. She was fine, and the best he could do was keep her warm, because he was nowhere near her level of skill in escape driving, plus she was briefed on telling him where to go and what to do next. Her white collared shirt, and short tan khaki skirt were soaked in the rain along with her boots. He'd just noticed how she still tried to look like a special agent whenever something serious was happening. As if it was some kind of joke. Had she even seen what those monsters looked like? Had she ever seen her father? He began to ponder it for awhile as he looked at her, waiting for her to come to so they could figure out what was next. Then he spotted an open apartment door. If there was any trouble within, then he'd clear it out himself. Then he heard a moan down the street. Or maybe more, perhaps an entire horde of them, and here he was without strong rounds. He hated the fact that he didn't have his personal sidearm, but anything would do, and he realized how big the ammo storage was in the car. Surely he'd have enough no matter what came down the road. Then he caught the silhouette of the undead walker. It was almost running. Others were following close behind coming up the high road as the entire mob came into view. Kevin pulled out the p229 handgun thinking that it would take a wrecking machine to stop him as he pointed for the masses. Not knowing where to start first until he saw a rather eager zombie rushing towards him and capped down the ex-geezer, with three quick shots emptying one more in the brain to spread blood. From there he brought down as many as he could in a hail of gunfire. Holding down the fort by shooting at the zombie mob from many different positions on the street trying to nail the weakspot in their lines, but he was running low on ammo, and the last of the mob was coming in large numbers, that he possibly could not have enough rounds for. That was when he noticed the gas leaking car. Bingo. He waited until all the numbers were coming closer to the car. His was aim dead on the pipe in the back of the huge van. Then he shot 6 times. As the explosion spread down the street it cut through the heavy lines, blowing their bodies away into chunks that he couldn't see, but the moment of relief was enough.
Other zombies came out of the darkness and into the road, but he was ready for all of them. A group of five he had shot down by the street light with such grim accuracy that he had wasted very little ammo. Seeing the coast was clear until he heard more moans. He grabbed Regina, and hurried down the street off into an alley where a street light shone off to the right. He saw nothing in his way, and continued inside an apartment. Shutting the door he saw a fat hearse on the couch in front of an old TV. The man had his fan on and was trying to take in the cold air from the warmth of his house probably, he must've not expected the wind at all. Kevin stared at the news for awhile till he heard a moan close by. He hoped it wasn't Regina. No. It was the old man. He aimed dead center for the forehead sending a chunk of blood oozing out the zombie's skull as he shot twice in rapid sucession, then dropped his gun arm, pointing to the floor as he looked around, and went to search the house. Nothing yet. Good. He'd have to be here for a very long time, until he could think of a way to get the hell out of dodge.
A/N: Whew. I'm calling it a night now. Damned bombers! There's always one little bastard that gets away. So has anybody lost hope in Jill? Obviously Chris has, but don't start screaming rage all over the net yet, because this story ain't over. Trust me. I've got some twists and turns left so please tune in, and PLLLLEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSEE review. Thanks 4 reading.