Hey, I'm back. Sorry this chapter took so long to write, let alone get it
online. School already started and it is kicking my intellect's ass(not
that I have any), so I haven't really had the time to do this chapter.
Well, here it is, hope you enjoy it. The next one will most likely be up in
a week or so, so I hope this chapter will be good enough until the next
one. Onward.(oh yeah, this is starting to be a little like Ben Hur or
Spartacus where the useless stuff takes up all the time.....hmm....)
THE ASSAULT Chapter 6: The Room to Take All Other Rooms
By: EvilQuatreX(aka me....no, not him, me, over here by the person in green. Yep, me)
"Crap," was all Barry could muster up to say at the sight of the artillery in the room. After they had planned, they decided to get some sleep until Barry, being the munitions junkie of the group, found a horrible sight for his eyes.
"Huh? Barry?" Chris heard his long friend from halfway across the room. Chris knew if Barry had ever said anything out of his ordinary personality, there was a reason behind it. This was one of those times.
"Ugh.......where should I start?......Ok, for starters, EVERY gun in here will most likely backfire once or twice because of the way they were kept. Look," Barry stated as he pointed to an AK-47. He wasn't pointing at the gun, but a particular part of the gun. A rusted part of the gun.
"If we don't get these cleaned up and working properly, then we can just kiss our asses goodbye compliments of our own guns."
"Shit. Why the hell did these guys do this to us. This will probably set us back about, what? At least a day? Fuck..." Leon said angrily as he punched the metal door leading into the armory.
"Well, I guess we can forget about a good night's sleep," Claire stated as she surveyed the weaponry.
".......wait. All of these are way too much for us to take with us. We'll be sitting ducks if we load up on everything here," Chris said, as if leading onto something.
"Hmm...What did you have in mind, Chris?" Jill asked.
"How about we only repair the stuff that we NEED to take, rather than taking the time to clean each and every gun here. Like, we load up on about half of what's here already, and we leave the rest for later if we or someone else ever needs it again."
"Hmm.....Well, looks like we have no choice," Leon stated to everyone's surprise.
"What do you mean, 'we have no choice'?" Barry asked, sounding a little threatening in his remark.
"I forgot to mention this. We HAVE to do this tomorrow, there's no other way," Leon stated. Everyone was trying to fish for answers, but Leon answered all of them immediately. "Umbrella will start tightening security measures the day after tomorrow because of some of the information they have there. Tomorrow's our only chance to get that information without being taken down by fifty or so guards. These guys make the Green Beret look like a milita," Leon added in, justifying the fact that Umbrella security was no pushover.
"Well, let's get started people. Grab a gun and start polishing," Barry exclaimed to everyone in the hangar as he reached for the AK he pointed the rust out to for everyone. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -- Meanwhile, another group was preparing for an assault of their own. The shady man overlooked the machine shop in an independent and well-kempt jet hangar somewhere in England. The man's advisor, a man of regular build and about the same height as the shaded man, gave a status report to the man.
As the shady man looked at the paper through his dark sunglasses, the advisor spoke, "Captain, we are almost ready for the attack on the Greenland Umbrella Base. The men have been briefed on the situation and are waiting for further orders."
"Hmph.......they are dismissed to their bunkers until the next day. It seems Umbrella is postponing their activities until next week," the man in the shadows had stated.
"Sir, does that mean we won't be commencing until next week?"
"No, not at all. We strike after all the weapons are finished. ALL of them..."
"Sir, that'll take at LEAST a full 24 hours!!" the advisor's voice was starting to shake at what his commander-in-chief said.
"I know, but my order still stands. You are dismissed."
"Sir," the advisor stated as he formed himself into a full salute. The man simply put his hand to his own forehead and saluted. After the advisor left, the shady man looked over the machine shop while thinking to himself.
"Hmm.........We will end this, Chris........" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------- 5:43 A.M. in New York. The group was tediously working away cleaning and polishing every weapon they needed, from submachine guns and pistols to live ammunition. Everyone had been working for at least 4 hours non-stop. Barry was the most determined of the band to get the guns and weaponry at their best working condition while everyone else were casually cleaning their weapons and making sure they all worked to their full extent.
While they were working, Leon and Ark started a conversation about who would make it to the Super Bowl that year while Claire and Barry talked about past times and family. Chris was the closest sitting to his sister and his best friend, but was still a good eight feet away from them. Jill was leaning up against the door putting the finishing touches on her work with a Colt Python.
After she was done with the Python, Jill immediately unholstered her two glock 17s. Rather than cleaning them, Jill just looked down at them remembering the time she got them.
"Hey. Jill," Chris said while standing at Jill's desk and looking down at her. Jill took off her beret, crossed her legs and put them on her desk, leaned back in her executive chair and casually asked Chris, "Yeah Chris?" Jill had always like how, even though he was a little older than she was, he still acted like he was in high school whenever he wanted to ask or tell her something.
"Um, thanks for helping me out with that hostage situation last Thursday. You really came through for us," Chris said, knowing his voice sounded shaky. He couldn't help it because he had never really been formal while thanking people.
"Oh. Yeah, no problem, glad I could help," Jill said cheerfully in response to Chris's gratitude.
".....Uh, I want you to have this, you know, just in case," Chris said as he handed over a glock 17 with a special imprint on the grip. Jill took the gun and looked at the writing on the grip.
'Thanks for the help. I'll always be there for you. -Chris'
Jill was in utter shock. "I...I-I don't know what to say. Thank you so much, this is the best thing anyone has ever done for me, I can't thank you enough!!" Jill exclaimed as she took her legs off the desk, got up from her chair and immediately embraced Chris in a hug. Chris was somewhat in shock, but nonetheless returned the hug. They had stayed like that longer than they could remember.
As Jill had finished reminiscing on her most special gun, she began to stare at the other glock. This time remembering the first gun she ever held.
"Ok, Jill, I'm only teaching you how to use this in self-defense. I don't want you to use this in any other way, you got me?" a tall man had said to Jill, who only looked like she was no more than nine years old. Jill had agreed to the terms, held the gun in both of her hands and waited for her father to tell her what to shoot at.
"Ok, I want you to aim for that beer can over there," Jill's father told Jill. Jill waited for her father to get behind her, then took aim at the can and fired.
As Jill was remembering things of her past, she could almost hear her first gunshot at the beer can. Naturally, she had missed it, but she grew over time to perfect her aim. Now she was able to shoot a beer can from a quarter mile away. After Jill was done with her memories, she put her glocks away and moved onto her next gun to clean.
Everyone in the hangar kept working, never stopping to eat or drink. The only thing they had to keep entertained were each other.
Hey..damn, I almost screwed up big there..almost forgot to write this..damn school...oh well, hope you liked this chapter and I'll try to get the next one up soon. No guarantees, though...Well, I'm off to write more..LATER
THE ASSAULT Chapter 6: The Room to Take All Other Rooms
By: EvilQuatreX(aka me....no, not him, me, over here by the person in green. Yep, me)
"Crap," was all Barry could muster up to say at the sight of the artillery in the room. After they had planned, they decided to get some sleep until Barry, being the munitions junkie of the group, found a horrible sight for his eyes.
"Huh? Barry?" Chris heard his long friend from halfway across the room. Chris knew if Barry had ever said anything out of his ordinary personality, there was a reason behind it. This was one of those times.
"Ugh.......where should I start?......Ok, for starters, EVERY gun in here will most likely backfire once or twice because of the way they were kept. Look," Barry stated as he pointed to an AK-47. He wasn't pointing at the gun, but a particular part of the gun. A rusted part of the gun.
"If we don't get these cleaned up and working properly, then we can just kiss our asses goodbye compliments of our own guns."
"Shit. Why the hell did these guys do this to us. This will probably set us back about, what? At least a day? Fuck..." Leon said angrily as he punched the metal door leading into the armory.
"Well, I guess we can forget about a good night's sleep," Claire stated as she surveyed the weaponry.
".......wait. All of these are way too much for us to take with us. We'll be sitting ducks if we load up on everything here," Chris said, as if leading onto something.
"Hmm...What did you have in mind, Chris?" Jill asked.
"How about we only repair the stuff that we NEED to take, rather than taking the time to clean each and every gun here. Like, we load up on about half of what's here already, and we leave the rest for later if we or someone else ever needs it again."
"Hmm.....Well, looks like we have no choice," Leon stated to everyone's surprise.
"What do you mean, 'we have no choice'?" Barry asked, sounding a little threatening in his remark.
"I forgot to mention this. We HAVE to do this tomorrow, there's no other way," Leon stated. Everyone was trying to fish for answers, but Leon answered all of them immediately. "Umbrella will start tightening security measures the day after tomorrow because of some of the information they have there. Tomorrow's our only chance to get that information without being taken down by fifty or so guards. These guys make the Green Beret look like a milita," Leon added in, justifying the fact that Umbrella security was no pushover.
"Well, let's get started people. Grab a gun and start polishing," Barry exclaimed to everyone in the hangar as he reached for the AK he pointed the rust out to for everyone. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -- Meanwhile, another group was preparing for an assault of their own. The shady man overlooked the machine shop in an independent and well-kempt jet hangar somewhere in England. The man's advisor, a man of regular build and about the same height as the shaded man, gave a status report to the man.
As the shady man looked at the paper through his dark sunglasses, the advisor spoke, "Captain, we are almost ready for the attack on the Greenland Umbrella Base. The men have been briefed on the situation and are waiting for further orders."
"Hmph.......they are dismissed to their bunkers until the next day. It seems Umbrella is postponing their activities until next week," the man in the shadows had stated.
"Sir, does that mean we won't be commencing until next week?"
"No, not at all. We strike after all the weapons are finished. ALL of them..."
"Sir, that'll take at LEAST a full 24 hours!!" the advisor's voice was starting to shake at what his commander-in-chief said.
"I know, but my order still stands. You are dismissed."
"Sir," the advisor stated as he formed himself into a full salute. The man simply put his hand to his own forehead and saluted. After the advisor left, the shady man looked over the machine shop while thinking to himself.
"Hmm.........We will end this, Chris........" ---------------------------------------------------------------------------- -------- 5:43 A.M. in New York. The group was tediously working away cleaning and polishing every weapon they needed, from submachine guns and pistols to live ammunition. Everyone had been working for at least 4 hours non-stop. Barry was the most determined of the band to get the guns and weaponry at their best working condition while everyone else were casually cleaning their weapons and making sure they all worked to their full extent.
While they were working, Leon and Ark started a conversation about who would make it to the Super Bowl that year while Claire and Barry talked about past times and family. Chris was the closest sitting to his sister and his best friend, but was still a good eight feet away from them. Jill was leaning up against the door putting the finishing touches on her work with a Colt Python.
After she was done with the Python, Jill immediately unholstered her two glock 17s. Rather than cleaning them, Jill just looked down at them remembering the time she got them.
"Hey. Jill," Chris said while standing at Jill's desk and looking down at her. Jill took off her beret, crossed her legs and put them on her desk, leaned back in her executive chair and casually asked Chris, "Yeah Chris?" Jill had always like how, even though he was a little older than she was, he still acted like he was in high school whenever he wanted to ask or tell her something.
"Um, thanks for helping me out with that hostage situation last Thursday. You really came through for us," Chris said, knowing his voice sounded shaky. He couldn't help it because he had never really been formal while thanking people.
"Oh. Yeah, no problem, glad I could help," Jill said cheerfully in response to Chris's gratitude.
".....Uh, I want you to have this, you know, just in case," Chris said as he handed over a glock 17 with a special imprint on the grip. Jill took the gun and looked at the writing on the grip.
'Thanks for the help. I'll always be there for you. -Chris'
Jill was in utter shock. "I...I-I don't know what to say. Thank you so much, this is the best thing anyone has ever done for me, I can't thank you enough!!" Jill exclaimed as she took her legs off the desk, got up from her chair and immediately embraced Chris in a hug. Chris was somewhat in shock, but nonetheless returned the hug. They had stayed like that longer than they could remember.
As Jill had finished reminiscing on her most special gun, she began to stare at the other glock. This time remembering the first gun she ever held.
"Ok, Jill, I'm only teaching you how to use this in self-defense. I don't want you to use this in any other way, you got me?" a tall man had said to Jill, who only looked like she was no more than nine years old. Jill had agreed to the terms, held the gun in both of her hands and waited for her father to tell her what to shoot at.
"Ok, I want you to aim for that beer can over there," Jill's father told Jill. Jill waited for her father to get behind her, then took aim at the can and fired.
As Jill was remembering things of her past, she could almost hear her first gunshot at the beer can. Naturally, she had missed it, but she grew over time to perfect her aim. Now she was able to shoot a beer can from a quarter mile away. After Jill was done with her memories, she put her glocks away and moved onto her next gun to clean.
Everyone in the hangar kept working, never stopping to eat or drink. The only thing they had to keep entertained were each other.
Hey..damn, I almost screwed up big there..almost forgot to write this..damn school...oh well, hope you liked this chapter and I'll try to get the next one up soon. No guarantees, though...Well, I'm off to write more..LATER