Two:
"You fall behind again, and we leave you for dead." Leon cuationed. "I was inspecting the-" She was cut off by the radio flaring to life, "Bravo team has made contact! Bravo team, report, Theres four maybe five, Keep distance and continue on your mission, Roger, Bravo Team O-". All of a sudden it cut off. They heard gun shots on the around the corner. They turned the corner to see Patrick unloading his magazine into a zombie. Leon raised his pistol and shot, a clean head shot leaving the zombie twitching on the floor.
"Move to ordinance plan B, repeat, plan B is in effect, all teams regroup in mess hall B." blaired from the radio. "You heard him, lets go" Leon urged. "Alpha team, meet at ordinance B" Patrick broadcasted. They found there way into the hall and all the lights where off. "All teams report" called Leon. "Bravo present" a voice howled from the other side of the pitch black hall. "Charlie reporting" they heard from behind them. "Delta accounted for" was the reply from the far end. "Bravo and charlie, secure our position while delta works on reconnecting the power." Leon ordered.
The lights blaired on finding themselves in a hollow room. The doors slammed shut. "Drop your weapons" a voice called from the rafters. They all looked up to see thirty or forty men, all equipped with heavy machine guns pointing down at them with laser reticules. "Drop your weapons or we will be forced to fire" yelled the commander, a tall blonde man wearing sunglasses. "Wesker, Claire told me about you. Seems youve sold your soul back to satan." Leon responded. "When your left so close to death so many times, you want to ensure your safety. After all your incursions, Umbrella still stands strong. Besides, I'd rather be at the right hand of the devil then in his path. Even a simple man like you can understand that Kennedy. Now, drop your weapons and we will let you leave. You can't be going around blowing up secret labrotories Kennedy. This is endgame."
"Drop your guns, live today, fight tommorow" Leon shouted. The SEALS dropped there guns. "Now thats that done, shoot them, but keep Kennedy alive." ordered Wesker. A sharped pain peirced Leons the back of Leons neck. Everything went black. As he faded he heard gunfire and screams.
"You fall behind again, and we leave you for dead." Leon cuationed. "I was inspecting the-" She was cut off by the radio flaring to life, "Bravo team has made contact! Bravo team, report, Theres four maybe five, Keep distance and continue on your mission, Roger, Bravo Team O-". All of a sudden it cut off. They heard gun shots on the around the corner. They turned the corner to see Patrick unloading his magazine into a zombie. Leon raised his pistol and shot, a clean head shot leaving the zombie twitching on the floor.
"Move to ordinance plan B, repeat, plan B is in effect, all teams regroup in mess hall B." blaired from the radio. "You heard him, lets go" Leon urged. "Alpha team, meet at ordinance B" Patrick broadcasted. They found there way into the hall and all the lights where off. "All teams report" called Leon. "Bravo present" a voice howled from the other side of the pitch black hall. "Charlie reporting" they heard from behind them. "Delta accounted for" was the reply from the far end. "Bravo and charlie, secure our position while delta works on reconnecting the power." Leon ordered.
The lights blaired on finding themselves in a hollow room. The doors slammed shut. "Drop your weapons" a voice called from the rafters. They all looked up to see thirty or forty men, all equipped with heavy machine guns pointing down at them with laser reticules. "Drop your weapons or we will be forced to fire" yelled the commander, a tall blonde man wearing sunglasses. "Wesker, Claire told me about you. Seems youve sold your soul back to satan." Leon responded. "When your left so close to death so many times, you want to ensure your safety. After all your incursions, Umbrella still stands strong. Besides, I'd rather be at the right hand of the devil then in his path. Even a simple man like you can understand that Kennedy. Now, drop your weapons and we will let you leave. You can't be going around blowing up secret labrotories Kennedy. This is endgame."
"Drop your guns, live today, fight tommorow" Leon shouted. The SEALS dropped there guns. "Now thats that done, shoot them, but keep Kennedy alive." ordered Wesker. A sharped pain peirced Leons the back of Leons neck. Everything went black. As he faded he heard gunfire and screams.