My Enemies' Enemy

Disclaimer: I have been confined in Umbrella's main headquarters for seven months now and they have told me to write all this down or else they'd turn me into viral meat (literally!).  So I don't own anything they do, because…um…they own it!

Date: Thursday, January 14th, 20XX

Time: 14:00

Name: Gryfen, Kyle

Age: 27

Virus Type: NE-T[X] virus (Nemesis)

Anti-Virus: Dichromium Triphylene (still in testing)

Tests Records: Surgery

                  Chemical Therapy

                  Radiation

                  Placebo

Results: Contained virus.  Further experimentation

    necessary.

"Kyle, Kyle," The voice was monotone and cold.  "Mr. Gryfen, it's time for your evaluation."

      The man became conscious, not opening his eyes but feeling the sensations around him.  His body was completely warm, weightless.

      "Mr. Gryfen, you need to awaken."

      He opened his eyes to stare through the mask at a man in a white coat.  The white clothed man responded to him, typing in codes on a panel close by.

      A hiss startled him as the liquid began to drain from his encasement through the floor.  Slowly he was lowered, along with the many devices and wires fastened to his nude skin.

      The weight of gravity began to press heavy on his feeble legs.  He fell against one side of the glass tube, using all his strength to keep himself stable.

      Another hiss opened the pressurized door, allowing more white-coated personnel to rush to his aid, freeing him from the mechanisms and slipping off his oxygen mask hurriedly.

      The rush of room air made him lightheaded, blurring his vision, his entire body falling limp.  Scientists quickly supported his lifeless frame, cautiously dragging him from his glass tank.  Chills slid across his body, causing him to convulse, his stomach jostling violently.  A gurgling noise came from his throat as he tried to swallow down whatever was rising up from his stomach.

      "Are you feeling satisfactory Kyle?"  The woman supporting his right side questioned impersonally.

      The black haired man swallowed again, trying to force out a word.  "D…D…D…" He stuttered through swallows of saliva and bile.  Turning to the woman, he tried to focus his eyes on her.

      "Dizzy!"  He finally spat out.  His stomach immediately collapsed.  The fluids rushed out of his mouth just as his speech had, spilling its contents all over the scientist next to him.  A cry of surprise resonated through his ears as he again blacked out.

Date: Sunday, January 17th 20XX

Time: 23:00

A masked redhead sat at a small cargo bay door, carefully picking away at its control mechanism.  Her long-sleeved, tight fitted shirt and like colored cargo pants seemed to envelope her in a strange mystery as she worked.  "C'mon you stupid piece of shit!"  She pulled a screw driver from her pocket with her gloved hand, beginning to prod the metal beneath the exposed wires.  After a few attempts, the lock mechanism shorted and the door casually swung away, allowing her to pass.

"I thought so," She muttered, nonchalantly entering through the doors, "Damn contraptions."  Once inside the base her body became more stealthy and alert.  She slid behind a box to avoid confrontations with security.  A wry smile crossed her lips.  She loved the adrenaline rush sabotage missions gave her.

Gingerly, she made her way through the storage hall and into a small bathroom, hurrying into a stall in the corner of the room.  Closing and locking the door, she sighed deeply, "This is strange," The thought had only occurred to her once into the stall, "Security is lax around here.  I thought there would at least be a few guards, especially in the cargo bay."  She shrugged it off, there were more things to worry about at present than that.  However, she kept it in the back of her mind.  Just as a precaution.

"Now where did I put that," the longhaired woman began patting her pant-legs, unsure of the location of her valuable.  She quickly shoved her hands in her pockets and smiled, "Trying to hide from me are ya?"  She pulled the screwdriver out of her pocket then gathered her knapsack up and placed it on her back.  She hopped up onto the toilet seat, unscrewing the ventilation screen.

The woman skillfully leapt into the small hole and refastened the duct back in place.  "Let's get this over with, I'm dying for some eats," She casually pulled a small eye-lens out of her other pocket and placing it over her face.  Fastening it to her head, she then switched it on, creating a 3-D map of the building in front of her.  She was ready to begin her crawl through the long maze of ducts before her.

"Mr. Gryfen," Kyle looked up from his bed to look at the blonde haired scientist standing in his doorway.  "We have need of your assistance if you are physically able."

"Why wouldn't I be?" He queried, walking over to his interrogator.

The white-coated man took a small step back, "Well Mr. Gryfen, what happened last time you were conscious indicates that you are not statistically in good condition."

Kyle raised an eyebrow, "You mean the throwing-up incident?"  He chuckled, "Joel, it wasn't that bad, some of the chemicals just didn't agree with me."

"Yes," The scientist replied sardonically, "Obviously the chemicals didn't agree with your bio-engineer either."  He lifted some papers on his clipboard, "It specifies here that she spent a day in the infirmary due to acid burns and chemical influxes."

Kyle blinked for a moment, unaware of all the happenings that had passed after his collapse.  "You mean my vomit did that to her?"

"Y…" The scientist cleared his throat nervously, "Yes."

"Wow, I'm so sorry about that.  Could I see her to make sure she's alright?"

"No."  The man replied densely, "That is not permissible.  We have a job we need you to attend to."

Kyle sighed a bit agitated by the man, "What do you want me to do this time.  And please, don't let it be another trash can run again, you don't know how much that formaldehyde gets to my sinuses."

The scientist again checked his clipboard and looked up at the amused test subject apathetically.  "This is not a trash can run Mr. Gryfen, this is much more serious.  An intruder has infiltrated the building.  We are not sure as to what end they are here, but we do know that they are headed for the Administrator's office at this moment."  He again looked up at the black haired man, "It is your task to immobilize them and to transport them to the restraining facility."

Kyle grinned broadly, "An actually training assignment.  I accept."

The scientist dropped the clipboard to his side, his blue eyes glaring at the man in front of him.  "This is not under your jurisdiction to accept or not Mr. Gryfen.  You will complete your task and report back to us as specified."  The scientist then left, giving Kyle time to prepare and leave.

"How rude," He grumbled, sliding a shirt over his head, "Someday.  You just wait and see, someday you won't be treating me like that."

He casually walked out of his cubicle and down the hall towards his destination, the Administrator's office.

"Almost there," Dragon thought, looking through a circulation grid.  Two guards caught her view and she smiled.  Even though she was supposed to be stealthy and unnoticeable, kicking the crap out of inflated security guards was always a favorite activity and very hard to resist.  "Should I be bad?"  She thought to herself, scanning the floor beneath her to see if there were any more of them.

Before she could react, a black-haired, lanky young man passed by them heading towards the same office she was.  His manner suggested that he was either the Administer himself or perhaps a high official, even though the scrubs he wore seemed a bit outlandish.

The redhead's grin broadened, "Well, it is Umbrella.  Things around here are pretty strange.  Besides, kidnapping a man of high rank would make this job a lot easier."  Without another thought, she continued toward her chief destination, chuckling at her luck the entire time.

Kyle had reached the room fairly quickly even though he hadn't been in the particular wing of the building for quite some time.  "That's progress," He laughed at himself, scanning the room for any disturbances, "How much memory have you actually retained since first coming here Kyle?" 

He hadn't remembered much once he'd arrived at the facility.  In fact, he couldn't even remember how long it had been since he began the experiments let alone what had happened before them.  He couldn't even tell if Kyle Gryfen was his real name or if it was just a name the scientists' had labeled him with.  "Either way," He thought to himself, "I need..."

A muffled squealing noise caught his attention, his eyes sliding straight up to the air duct in one corner of the room.  "Wow," He mused, walking up to the vent leisurely, "Whatever they did to my senses is amazing, I didn't even think I could detect sounds that faint."

Before another thought could process through his head, the grid fell heavy on his body, knocking him to the floor.

"Well, well," A feminine voice resonated from the tunnel above him, "You're even weaker than you look aren'tcha?"

The comment was an irritating jab at the lean man who wore exactly how he felt about it on his face.

"Tsk, tsk," The voice mocked, "Did I upset the little boy?"

"Come down here coward," He called up, throwing the grid off his body and leaping to an upright position, "and fight me instead of hiding up in your little safe-haven!"

"Come down?"  The voice seemed amused, "If you insist."

He clenched his fist, preparing for a delicate female figure to slide down to face him.  "This shouldn't be so tough," He considered, "A woman should be easy to beat, they are the weaker sex after all."  The figure quickly flashed above him, forcing a heavy pressure onto his stomach and throwing him back down to the floor again before he could even react.

"AW!"  The woman whined sarcastically, "You're no fun at all!  Are you really going to let yourself be defeated by a ventilation screen and one punch?"

Mr. Gryfen focused on the masked figure standing in front of him in complete shock.  She was not at all what he had expected.  Although she had a long red ponytail hanging from the open top of her mask, her muscular frame made her look so masculine.  "Are you a man or woman?"  He blurted out in confusion.

"What?"  The remark obviously provoked her to a point of violence as she lunged toward the scrawny man.  "You'll find out soon enough you bastard!"  She scolded, her fists doing most of the talking.

Kyle curled up into a ball as her hits ensued on him.  "I'm sorry!"  The man screamed out in pain as his body was kicked across the room.  Slowly he unrolled and lay stretched out on the floor.  "Stop it, I'm sorry!"

"Sorry?"  The muscular woman grabbed him by the shirt, lifting him up to her face, "You'd better be sorry bitch, or else I'll beat the hell out of you so bad you won't be able to tell what gender you are!"  She dropped the man's heavy body to the ground with a thud, her brown eyes piercing through him.

"What do you want from me anyway?"  He coughed, gradually picking his pained body off the floor.

A click was heard close to his ear, causing him to freeze all motions.  "I want you to help me."

"Or else what?"  Kyle queried in amusement.

"Or else I blow your brains out the other side of your head."

"Really?"

"Really."  She bumped the cold gun-barrel against his temple, "I may be a woman, but I'm not afraid of a little gore."

Kyle laughed, "You wouldn't."

"And why wouldn't I?"  The redhead interrogated without even a flinch.

A wormlike creature slithered up from Kyle's shirt, snatching the gun from the shocked girl and pulling it back into his clothing with it.  He opened his palm up to his hip, the gun casually dropping to greet it.  "Because I have your gun."

Confusion and disgust loomed over the woman's face.  "What the hell was that?"  She took a step back, not wanting to get near him.

He smiled, turning to face her.  "A little trick I picked up from being locked in this hell hole too long."

The woman was still confused, not sure at all what to make of the whole situation.  "So you're not the administrator of this research facility?"  She queried, not sure what else to say.

Kyle laughed, "No, although I wish I was at times."  He paused, looking down at the gun, "I'm just a test subject they use here, nothing more."

Understanding seemed to brighten up the woman's eyes, "Well, that does explain your odd choice of clothing." She remarked, pointing at the light blue scrubs he wore, "So you're a guinea pig here, huh?"

"Unfortunately," He sighed.

"Well," She quickly snatched her gun from his unsuspecting hands, "Sucks to be you doesn't it?"  With that she turned to the administrator's desk, stuck a disk inside the desk's computer, and began to fiddle with it.

"What?"  Kyle was shocked, "You mean you don't care?"

"Listen," The woman sighed, looking up from her work, "I feel sorry for you, I really do, but sympathy won't keep me alive or pay my bills.  I prefer to say 'to each his own' and leave it at that."  Another click of the keyboard began page after page of what looked to be gibberish to spill out of the computer's printer.  "Wow, this heist was easier than I thought, not even a password to protect it," She mused, shrugging the thought off and continuing her work.

"You're a real bitch you know that?"  Kyle scoffed, too angry to even move.

The woman popped the disk out of the computer then looked up at him and smiled, "I know."  She stuffed the information in her knapsack and headed for the air duct.  "Now if you'll excuse me, I have another errand to run in your little shop."

Finally he got enough strength up to grab onto her arm tightly.  "Where are you going?"

The woman looked at him angrily, "Where I want to go.  Now let go of my arm!"  She tried to release his grip without success.

"But I have a proposition for you."

She stopped and gave him an awry stare, "Proposition?  Now where are you going to get the money to hire me?  I don't work for cheap you know."

"But you'll be doing the world a favor if you accept," He remarked, his eyes staring at her hopefully.

She laughed, "I don't do favors for anyone but myself."  Without another word, she squeezed his wrist until his grip released her and sprung up into the shaft she'd recently come from.

"Wait!  Please!"

She wouldn't even listen to him; instead she began down the tunnels toward an unknown destination.

"Dammit!"  He cried, smacking a fist through the wall.  Suddenly a thought occurred to him.  She had told him that she had other 'shopping' to do in the laboratory.  If he could just find something that could seek her out then he could get her to listen to him.  He smiled maliciously, "And I know just the thing."