Chapter 3
The smell of death littered the house as the man kept searching. The lock on the brown box was cheap. It was a small luggage lock that required a tiny key. He broke the box open easily. With the flashlight in his mouth, he studied it closely. I was heavily lacquered and rough saw marks littered its surface. Something a child might make in shop class," he thought.
Fighting back tears he eyed the small chests contents. "Jackpot," he whispered as he lifted out fifty- two crisp dollars. He thought about why he was whispering for a moment then shrugged. He pocketed the cash and took the flashlight out of his mouth. He threw aside the box in anger. He was nothing but a petty-thief. Scratching his stubbly chin, he looked around the room. Pictures of horses and baseball were all over the walls. Weird combination, John thought as he looked at the photograph in his hands.
Inside the box were other treasures, perhaps to a small child. An old yo-yo without its string, a few baseball cards, and some chewing gum holding a note closed. It said PRIVAtE in big scraggly letters. He had enough respect not to read it.
The picture was of herself with her parents he guessed. A young girl sat atop her father's shoulders with her mother smiling at his side. Or at least that's what he saw. He put that in his pocket as well. One more picture for the tack board.
Him and a newfound friend Burny Wilson had banded together with two others and was planning on meeting up with the other S.T.A.R.S. shortly. They were trying to survive, and were looking for household weapons and food. He and Burny had put up a list of all the dead and undead, and once the insanity of Umbrella was stopped, they'd give them all proper burials. Even if it would be just a headstone, they deserve at least that much.
He sighed, stepping over the figure that must have been her father. One clean shot to the temple and he was down. He now regretted even entering the house.
He proceeded to the bathroom and went. Then e foolishly tried to flush the toilet; he felt another wave of hatred towards Umbrella. Even the city water was out! Brooklyn was a barren wasteland, and luckily most of the population had evacuated.
Burny Wilson walked into the house with his gun up. "Is that you Johnny," he said with his New York accent.
"Yeah," John muttered, pointing at the toilet with a huge hand. "Even the damned water doesn't work in this city man." Burny nodded in agreement.
"Yeah I noticed, the electricity is shot too."
John roared in anger, "Damn!"
The big black man started to pace the living room. Burny lowered his eyes in frustration.
"It's really Umbrella John? Are you sure man? I've been getting my Aspirin there for ten years dude." He started to sweat in panic, "I know it ain't likely, but could I have the virus?"
John frowned, "If I've told you once I've told you again, I don't know. I ain't no doctor, and I sure as hell don't know how this virus works." He looked up at him and shook his head. "I just can't tell ya' man."
Burny smiled, "Ya' know man, we've been friends for a couple of months now, ya' wouldn't hold out on me would you?"
John grinned, "No way, now lets get out of here. We still need to meet up with Ada and Matt ok?" He started to walk out of the door when he heard a sound almost forgotten from his memory. All of the way from Maine to New York, this sound was not heard at all. The phone was ringing.
John picked it up and listened to the smooth calm voice of Trent.
Ada sifted through the scrapbook, finding what she needed. Reading the book, it said to just pick up the red book. "Easy enough," the Asian woman smiled. Lifting Gone with the Wind from it's spot on the bookshelf, it rotated around and revealed a dark stone passageway leading down.
Switching on her Mag-Lite she started down the cold tunnel. It must be an old bomb shelter or something, she mused. Trent had told her something was here, and it seemed she found it, sure enough there were Umbrella logos all over the walls. Ada Wong reached the bottom and limped to the wall. She flicked a switch and three super bright lights flashed on.
She stared amazed, at what she saw. Huge bags lined the walls, and in the center was a huge map, of the U.S.A. It looked like Napoleon's hotel room, or something like it. Little tanks were pinned to certain locations on the map. And guns were hung all over the walls on racks.
She looked in the nearest bag and grinned. Inside was five assault rifles, armed! And in the bottom of the bag were about 25 clips.
In a box nearby were 4 standard issue Berretas, 2 Colt Pythons, and a Viper Magnum equipped with laser sighting! "Thank You Trent!" she practically screamed. In nearby boxes and bags were mines, grenades, more ammo, and more pistols too! Even bazookas and rocket launchers, the works!
"She grinned a Cheshire cat grin on her usually calm face, "I could take out Umbrella single handedly with all this artillery!" Trent came through after all, but ..He wasn't very truthful all the time. She started to check the weapons for defects and found none. "Leon."
She sighed, a hole burning through her heart. They were both on the same side, working for Trent! He had been so innocent; he would have done anything she wanted him to do. He even took a bullet for her! He had really cared about her, more than anyone ever had.
"Enough!" Ada scolded herself. But she had played him for a fool, making him believe she was dead. Geez, it was only a shoulder wound, and a 25-foot drop. Piece of cake! She had fallen hard, tucking into a ball and rolling. Gasping for air she stood up, but she was still alive.
Moments later the G-Virus fell right into her hands! He must have angrily thrown it off the bridge. She had simply put it in her dress, and climbed up the ladder on the far wall. At the top she retrieved her gun and followed Leon the hell out of there.
Though the self-destruct almost caught her at a dead end, until she noticed a mini gun in an office. Blasting a hole through the wall, Ada came out on a long, high platform. A train was ready and waiting to go, and a young woman was fighting a Tyrant below!
Throwing the mini gun to the girl, minutes later she defeated the monster and ran on the train. She remembered seeing Sherry Birkin with her. That was strange! Then the train was slowly starting to move, and Leon was running to the train, barely making it inside. She herself caught a glimpse of something huge jumping on the top before it was out of her vision.
She leaped onto the speeding train, barely grabbing the back rails and getting inside. She had fought a monster then, a hideous beast with huge spikes protruding out its shoulders. Emptying her clip, she reduced it to a blob of goo.
She snapped out of her thoughts and started to think about John then. After the long train ride, Leon, the girl and Sherry had driven off with some people. She managed t get a photograph of one of them.
John was easy to track down, and he found her lying in a pile of rubble in mid-Brooklyn. He did exactly what I wanted him to do, she thought. She had been with his group ever since, hoping to get to Leon through him. She was deeply impressed that the group who picked Leon up had just destroyed Caliban Cove.
Now standing in the dark dungeon of Roger Bennit's house, former Umbrella employee, she missed Leon more than ever. She quickly radioed Matt Banner that she had found something and for him to come quick.
"I'll be there in a jiffy," The Texan answered in his dry rough voice. Her thoughts turned to Trent as she limped up the stairs. "If it weren't for you, my leg would be fine!"
A 25-foot drop does have its downfalls. She cursed in frustration. What's so special about Leon Kennedy, I can't stop thinking about him! "Maybe it's because you saved each others lives, and possibly fell in L.O.
"No!" Ada Wong refused to fall in love, but maybe he's the one? Just maybe? He probably likes that Claire girl more anyway!
She flicked her black hair out of her eyes and huffed. Ada Wong refused to fall in love!???
The smell of death littered the house as the man kept searching. The lock on the brown box was cheap. It was a small luggage lock that required a tiny key. He broke the box open easily. With the flashlight in his mouth, he studied it closely. I was heavily lacquered and rough saw marks littered its surface. Something a child might make in shop class," he thought.
Fighting back tears he eyed the small chests contents. "Jackpot," he whispered as he lifted out fifty- two crisp dollars. He thought about why he was whispering for a moment then shrugged. He pocketed the cash and took the flashlight out of his mouth. He threw aside the box in anger. He was nothing but a petty-thief. Scratching his stubbly chin, he looked around the room. Pictures of horses and baseball were all over the walls. Weird combination, John thought as he looked at the photograph in his hands.
Inside the box were other treasures, perhaps to a small child. An old yo-yo without its string, a few baseball cards, and some chewing gum holding a note closed. It said PRIVAtE in big scraggly letters. He had enough respect not to read it.
The picture was of herself with her parents he guessed. A young girl sat atop her father's shoulders with her mother smiling at his side. Or at least that's what he saw. He put that in his pocket as well. One more picture for the tack board.
Him and a newfound friend Burny Wilson had banded together with two others and was planning on meeting up with the other S.T.A.R.S. shortly. They were trying to survive, and were looking for household weapons and food. He and Burny had put up a list of all the dead and undead, and once the insanity of Umbrella was stopped, they'd give them all proper burials. Even if it would be just a headstone, they deserve at least that much.
He sighed, stepping over the figure that must have been her father. One clean shot to the temple and he was down. He now regretted even entering the house.
He proceeded to the bathroom and went. Then e foolishly tried to flush the toilet; he felt another wave of hatred towards Umbrella. Even the city water was out! Brooklyn was a barren wasteland, and luckily most of the population had evacuated.
Burny Wilson walked into the house with his gun up. "Is that you Johnny," he said with his New York accent.
"Yeah," John muttered, pointing at the toilet with a huge hand. "Even the damned water doesn't work in this city man." Burny nodded in agreement.
"Yeah I noticed, the electricity is shot too."
John roared in anger, "Damn!"
The big black man started to pace the living room. Burny lowered his eyes in frustration.
"It's really Umbrella John? Are you sure man? I've been getting my Aspirin there for ten years dude." He started to sweat in panic, "I know it ain't likely, but could I have the virus?"
John frowned, "If I've told you once I've told you again, I don't know. I ain't no doctor, and I sure as hell don't know how this virus works." He looked up at him and shook his head. "I just can't tell ya' man."
Burny smiled, "Ya' know man, we've been friends for a couple of months now, ya' wouldn't hold out on me would you?"
John grinned, "No way, now lets get out of here. We still need to meet up with Ada and Matt ok?" He started to walk out of the door when he heard a sound almost forgotten from his memory. All of the way from Maine to New York, this sound was not heard at all. The phone was ringing.
John picked it up and listened to the smooth calm voice of Trent.
Ada sifted through the scrapbook, finding what she needed. Reading the book, it said to just pick up the red book. "Easy enough," the Asian woman smiled. Lifting Gone with the Wind from it's spot on the bookshelf, it rotated around and revealed a dark stone passageway leading down.
Switching on her Mag-Lite she started down the cold tunnel. It must be an old bomb shelter or something, she mused. Trent had told her something was here, and it seemed she found it, sure enough there were Umbrella logos all over the walls. Ada Wong reached the bottom and limped to the wall. She flicked a switch and three super bright lights flashed on.
She stared amazed, at what she saw. Huge bags lined the walls, and in the center was a huge map, of the U.S.A. It looked like Napoleon's hotel room, or something like it. Little tanks were pinned to certain locations on the map. And guns were hung all over the walls on racks.
She looked in the nearest bag and grinned. Inside was five assault rifles, armed! And in the bottom of the bag were about 25 clips.
In a box nearby were 4 standard issue Berretas, 2 Colt Pythons, and a Viper Magnum equipped with laser sighting! "Thank You Trent!" she practically screamed. In nearby boxes and bags were mines, grenades, more ammo, and more pistols too! Even bazookas and rocket launchers, the works!
"She grinned a Cheshire cat grin on her usually calm face, "I could take out Umbrella single handedly with all this artillery!" Trent came through after all, but ..He wasn't very truthful all the time. She started to check the weapons for defects and found none. "Leon."
She sighed, a hole burning through her heart. They were both on the same side, working for Trent! He had been so innocent; he would have done anything she wanted him to do. He even took a bullet for her! He had really cared about her, more than anyone ever had.
"Enough!" Ada scolded herself. But she had played him for a fool, making him believe she was dead. Geez, it was only a shoulder wound, and a 25-foot drop. Piece of cake! She had fallen hard, tucking into a ball and rolling. Gasping for air she stood up, but she was still alive.
Moments later the G-Virus fell right into her hands! He must have angrily thrown it off the bridge. She had simply put it in her dress, and climbed up the ladder on the far wall. At the top she retrieved her gun and followed Leon the hell out of there.
Though the self-destruct almost caught her at a dead end, until she noticed a mini gun in an office. Blasting a hole through the wall, Ada came out on a long, high platform. A train was ready and waiting to go, and a young woman was fighting a Tyrant below!
Throwing the mini gun to the girl, minutes later she defeated the monster and ran on the train. She remembered seeing Sherry Birkin with her. That was strange! Then the train was slowly starting to move, and Leon was running to the train, barely making it inside. She herself caught a glimpse of something huge jumping on the top before it was out of her vision.
She leaped onto the speeding train, barely grabbing the back rails and getting inside. She had fought a monster then, a hideous beast with huge spikes protruding out its shoulders. Emptying her clip, she reduced it to a blob of goo.
She snapped out of her thoughts and started to think about John then. After the long train ride, Leon, the girl and Sherry had driven off with some people. She managed t get a photograph of one of them.
John was easy to track down, and he found her lying in a pile of rubble in mid-Brooklyn. He did exactly what I wanted him to do, she thought. She had been with his group ever since, hoping to get to Leon through him. She was deeply impressed that the group who picked Leon up had just destroyed Caliban Cove.
Now standing in the dark dungeon of Roger Bennit's house, former Umbrella employee, she missed Leon more than ever. She quickly radioed Matt Banner that she had found something and for him to come quick.
"I'll be there in a jiffy," The Texan answered in his dry rough voice. Her thoughts turned to Trent as she limped up the stairs. "If it weren't for you, my leg would be fine!"
A 25-foot drop does have its downfalls. She cursed in frustration. What's so special about Leon Kennedy, I can't stop thinking about him! "Maybe it's because you saved each others lives, and possibly fell in L.O.
"No!" Ada Wong refused to fall in love, but maybe he's the one? Just maybe? He probably likes that Claire girl more anyway!
She flicked her black hair out of her eyes and huffed. Ada Wong refused to fall in love!???
