Author's Note: Personally I want to thank most of you for your constructive reviews. Yes, I am aware that short chapters are a problem and I will take Endorphin's advice for aiming for at least 2000 words. But I just want to give a hearty thank you to everyone who gave this over-rated fic the glory it deserves. Cheers!
Anyway, in this chapter I'll go into depths about the failed hostage rescue mission I've been banging on about. Also, see if you can guess which movie I got it from. Enjoy!
Chapter 13: Flashback
A secret underground lab, 7.20pm
Corporal James Smith is lying down on a bench, thinking. After a failed attempt to get the generator going, He was glad to get this time to himself.
'God, how long have I been in this dump?' James thinks to himself. He checks his watch. 'Two days? It's been feeling like forever.'
'God, I'm tired.' James raises his head. 'Barry's guarding the area, all the possible entrances and heavily sealed off, powerful weapons within reach…why not?'
James lowers his head and closes his eyes, almost instantly he fell asleep.
***
"OK guys, hold back. When I give the signal, we storm the base."
Lieutenant James Smith, as he was known back then, was given the order by General Kenneth Darrow, Commander of Umbrella's paramilitary force.
Nine hours ago, Swedish terrorists took over the facility. Their demand was a simple, but difficult one.
To shut down the Swedish S-14 facility that the terrorists took over.
"I've got a bad feeling about this." Said Sergeant Barry Hendrix, a childhood friend of James.
"You said that the last mission. And the mission before that. And the mission before that." Said James.
"Yeah, but this time I'm serious. I can feel it." Replied Barry.
"Whatever." Muttered James. The lieutenant took out a pair of binoculars. He studied the facility. According to brief, it was the largest research in Europe, not counting the Paris HQ. It had 14 separate labs, each conducting their own research from weapons to the mysterious 'X' virus that James had heard so much about. Umbrella had poured a lot of money into this place. They weren't going to give it up that easily.
"OK, men. I've surveyed the area, and it's far too dangerous for an all-out assault, so we're going under ground."
"Ooh, an underground attack. How exciting." Said Barry, sarcastically.
"Shut up." Said James. "I'm starting to get that bad feeling you've been banging on about."
After a quick drop down into the sewer, General Darrow gave the troops another order. "Ok. We're going to come in via the prison's shower room. It's the quickest way in."
After a five-minute walk through knee-deep sewage, they arrive at the Prison shower room drain hatch.
"Captain Smith." Captain Smith turned towards the General. "Check the room out."
The captain takes out a small fibre optic camera and scans the area. A small motion sensor is soon seen. It looks like a normal sensor with infrared laser beams. Unbeknownst to the group, the sensor had a secondary trembler feature, where moving it would send out an alarm.
"OK, sir. There's a motion sensor in there. I'm gonna need a mirror to cut the beam, and a prod to move it. He successfully cuts the beam and then proceeds to move the sensor.
***
One of the terrorists is sitting at his post, listening to the tremblers' movement sensor.
Beep beep beep beepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeepbeep.
"Sir, we've got intruders!"
The terrorist leader shouts "Everyone, get to the prison shower room now!" He picks up a radio and says "All units, proceed to prison shower room! Intruder alert!"
***
"OK, sir, sensor disabled." The soldier reported.
"Go. Go, go!" Darrow ordered as the men climbed up the ladder. "You two stay here and guard the sewers." Darrow said to James and Barry.
They nod their heads and raise their weapons, pointing them down the endless tunnels.
Topside, the group take their positions and train their weapons at the side.
The shower room was a large rectangular room with a guard patrol area on the large sides. The terrorists, armed with AK47's and a few had MM1 grenade launchers with gas grenades.
Just as the counter terrorists take their positions, all the terrorists come out of hiding and point their weapons at the hapless group.
Various military commands screamed out before the ringleader made his appearance.
"This is Magnusson. Drop your weapons, you umbrella scum." Darrow comes out of his hiding spot. "Well, well, the famous General Kenneth Darrow. I've heard so much about you." He said, mockingly.
"Sir, you know goddamn well I can't give that order." Said Darrow.
"All you have to do is put your weapons down. No one has to die here."
"Stand fast!"
Barry and James listen in with confusion and fear.
"General Darrow, you have one last chance to holster your weapons." The leader was starting to get frustrated, shouting that sentence.
"I will not give that order!"
"I will not repeat that order!"
"Stand fast!"
"General Darrow, for the last time drop—"
The leader didn't finish the sentence before a large piece of brickwork was knocked off by a terrorists' gun.
Then all hell broke loose.
All seven were being fired upon. Seven MP5's against 30 AK47's was not the best match up. The noise was deafening as one by one the troop's bodies were being torn apart by rifle fire. A terrorist fires a tear gas grenade into a crowd of them. They became easy targets.
"Oh, shit, man! I gotta go help them!" said James
"What? Are you fucking insane? You'll be butchered!" protested Barry.
Oblivious to Barry's warnings, James climbs the ladder, and, poking his head over the top, starts firing.
"DIE, YOU MOTHER FUCKERS!" James screams in anger.
A terrorist points his weapon at James.
He continued to fire. BANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBANGBAN-
THUD!
James wakes up in a cold sweat. He checks his surroundings. The armoury. He checks himself. Nothing.
James relaxes and curls up, thinking about the trauma of that night.
***
Andre climbs up one of the two staircases and enters the 1st floor.
The first floor was the humanities department, with the exception of a science lab. Humanities consisted of Religious Education, History and Geography. You would get two of these lessons per term, and one of them would switch when a new school term started.
He entered the double doors and started to search one of the classrooms when a person shouted.
"Get the fuck away from me!"
"Hang on, I know that voice." Andre said quietly.
Andre runs out of the room and through the other classrooms with no luck.
He then bursts through a door and quickly looks around. He suddenly sees a mysterious black figure throw something at him.
Andre screams and ducks before a knife hits the door, just where Andre stood. Andre slowly rises to see where the blade had penetrated. The knife was ¼ through the door.
"Oh, sorry Andre!" said the figure.
Andre pulls the knife out of the door and looks into the fresh gap. "Jesus Christ, Craig, that could've been my head!"
Andre turns to the student. His name was Craig Watts, one of the few friends Andre actually had. He was a Goth or perhaps a metaller, and wore big heavy blacks boots, black jeans, three cradle of filth shirts over each other and a large leather trenchcoat.
Andre sighs and gets out the radio. "Hey, feckheads, can you hear me?"
Soon Guy's voice comes up. "Yeah. What's up?"
"I found a survivor. Craig Watts." Said Andre.
"Great. So what now?" Asked Guy.
"Meet me in the canteen. We'll talk about what to do next there." Replied Andre.
"Great." Said Guy. "I'll meet you there. Over and out."
Guys voice dies out replaced with static.
Andre and Craig leave the classroom and they go down the stairs.
"So Craig, how did you get out of it?" asked Andre.
"Me and Matty were up here looking for paper clips when we heard all this shouting. We looked down from the stairs and saw two people being eaten. We both freaked out and barricaded the room." Replied Craig.
"Great barricade. It was well hard trying to open that door." Quipped Andre.
"Matty went of to find some weapons. I was about to block the door when you came." Said Craig.
Steven and Guy were talking to each other when they arrived.
"Alright, Craig?" Guy asked
"Yeah, fine." Craig said.
"Hey Guy, should we show them?" Steven asked.
"Yeah, suppose." Guy replied.
"What is it?" Andre asked.
Guy heads towards the green corridor before stopping.
"Follow me." Guy said.
The four arrive at the office.
"Wow. What a nice room." Craig joked, thinking that was what they were showing them.
"Not that. The computer." Steven said.
Steven clicked on a file, but the document didn't urn up. More searching, nothing turned up.
"What?" Guy said, completely stumped. "There was a bunch of stuff here."
"Yeah, great." Andre said, not really caring.
Hang on…I haven't the staff room yet!
"Listen guys, I'm going to search the staff room. There will probably be supplies there." Andre said.
"I'm going to look for Matty." Craig declared.
"And I'm going to check out the design technology block." Guy said.
"That place is big, and I'm not sure what lurks there." Andre said. "Steven, will you go with him?"
"Yeah, sure." Steven responded.
"After I check the area, I'll hook back up with you. Craig, you do the same the same thing as well. Agreed?" Andre said.
"Agreed." The others reply.
