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Copyright 2003 Astian Leslie Hannan.

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RISE OF THE NEMESIS - The Story of Matthew Addison

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Chapter 2 Summary -- Matthew prepares to Infiltrate Spencer Mansion by gathering together all the details he has of the T-Virus. A sudden message from his sister, alerts him that their time has ran out. His sister is dead.

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Chapter 3 - Infiltration & Capture

Darkness. Stillness. Not even the leaves of the trees stirred, and all was darkness. Spencer Mansion had never looked so haunting until now. Maybe that was because he was about to steal into it. Matt had never imagined it would seem so spooky, so...real, up this close. But nothing could deter him from this task, he had to complete it. He was crouching behind a bush under of one of the windows. Inside was darkness, and nothing stirred. Matt wondered why that was, considering that a newly wed couple had moved into the mansion not too long ago. He knew that that was a guise though. Considering that Spencer Mansion was the main entrance to 'The Hive', the illegal underground research laboratory of the Umbrella Corporation. God only knew what else was under this mansion. But his goal was to breach the mirror doors, and make it to the transport train, to take it to 'The Hive'. Naivety prevented him from knowing what had gone on down there. All he knew was that the Red Queen had gone homicidal. It could only have meant the worst. Something had gone wrong; something involving the T-Virus.

With all his identification and tools in check, he ran, crouching low under the window sills, towards a door at the back of the house. He knew that if he could breach the door and enter, then he could find a way into the tramway. Night birds called out from the surronding trees as they nested together. This added to the sick feeling he had in his stomach. He knew something terrible was going to happen. His gut feeling always came on at times like these, and they were always right. As an Anti-Umbrella operative he had both completed and failed past missions. But, then his life was not at risk; now it was. He couldn't care either way if he lived or died. As long as he avenged his sister, and prevented an outbreak of infection of the T-Virus, then he would rest at ease.

The lights around the mansion jumped to life suddenly, illuminating the fields around the mansion in a pale yellow glow. He was crouching by a servants door that led into the mansion, with his lockpick stuck within it's locking mechanism. His body froze stiff, pale blue eyes scanning the surrondings, and his lips parted suddenly. Matt knew he was going to get caught then. They must have found him. The lock clicked as he pulled the small tool out and replaced it in his jacket, and the door swung open on unoiled hinges, squeaking. The suspense of waiting, knowing he was going to get caught kept him alert and his heart beating fast. Still, no-one came.

The entrance before him beckoned. It was inviting, and no-one seemed to be around. Maybe the lights had triggered themselves, because he had touched the door? Shrugging half to himself he stood and straightened his clothing. Instinct made him recheck the position of the pistol in his belt, for reassurence.

Carefully, step by agonising step, he snuck into the mansion and closed the door behind him as quietly as he could. Before him, sprawled the most magnificant site he had ever seen. High ceilings with fluted scroll work bordering the walls and the roof, in intricate patterns that depicted various horrific and angelic scenes. The image was juxtaposed in his mind. Such purity with such vileness. It all seemed logical when Umbrella came to mind. The marble floors were polished to a light sheen underfoot, reflecting his handsome image back at him. A mirror laced in gold, stood beside him and he took afew seconds to check out his image. It looked convincing. He really did look like a special operative of the Raccoon City Police Department (RCPD). Grim faced, he moved away from the mirror, running a hand over the polished wooden cabnet that sat beside it. Whoever lived here, lived in luxury, and that person knew every detail of Umbrella's secrets.

The sound of a door opening echoed down the corrior to him, from the next room over on his left. His keen blue eyes snapped up to follow the source of the sound, and he made his way towards it. His hand reflexivley went to his pistol, though he didn't draw it.

"Hello?" he heard in the next room, just outside an open doorway. The answer to that was deafening as millions of crows fluttered off out of the trees, taking flight to relocate to somewhere more quiet.

Matt stopped as he turned into the room and looked out the doorway. A woman stood there, looking confused. She was tall and had shoulder length strawberry blonde hair. It was obvious that it was dyed that way because of the streaks of brown laced through out it. She wore tall black shiny boots and only a red dress that was cut oddly at the hip, so only a piece hung off it at her right side, rather than around her whole waste. Her skin was ghostly pale; white. Matthew didn't know whether she was infected, and he knew he would have no real chance to find out, as the leaves on the cobbled pavement before her started to swirl in eddies. The female started to back away slowly from it, as if not knowing what to expect. The flames set to dancing in the lanterns, a sweeping serenade that dispersed their potency of light. Watching the female back away made Matt feel more sure that she wasn't an infected victim, because if she was, she would have had no intelligence and kept on foward.

As she neared the doors he could hear the approach of a chopter, it's propellor dangerously close to the roof of the mansion. When the female was within reach he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her inside, just in time to avoid an explosion of sparks and smoke.

"Who are you?" she asked him. But he had no chance to respond as a small puck like disk smashed through a grand panelled window beside them, exploding into a plume of sparks and smoke.

"Don't touch me.Get away from me!" she screamed. She kicked and punched, trying to get out of his hold. It was evident that she had military experience. They fell to the floor and she crawled away, out of his grasp. Behind him windows shattered, breaking inwards with the entrance of fully armed Umbrella Operatives. One of them landed near him as he tried to draw his pistol and immedietly reacted by grabbing him by the wrist and laying him flat on his stomach. The pistol was idly kicked aside, as if it were nothing.

"What are you doing? I'm a cop!" he responded without thought. The operative only increased the force of it's grip on him, and removed his jacket. Somehow the operative managed to get both his wrists together behind his back, ready to hand cuff. "I told you, I'm a cop!" he protested. His wrists were then cuffed, the cold metal biting against his flesh. Matt roared in frustration. "You're breaking my arm!"

Wind blew in from the broken windows, and bright lights filtered in through the black gaping holes. Another operative stepped in, around the shards of window that hadn't shattered. Adding to their numbers. From what Matt could see, there were seven of them in total. This operative, like the others, was clad in black army clothes, fully armed and armoured, with a gas mask like apparatis covering his face. The reflective googles regarded the female who now lay on the floor with her back to the wall. She readjusted the strap of her dress, on her shoulder as the operative spoke.

"Report." She just sat there and looked up at him, confusion reflected in her pale blue eyes. The operative grabbed her and stood her up. "Report now!" Still no response. With force he slammed her into the wodden panelled wall behind her. "I want your report soldier!"

Finally she found the courage to respond. "I don't know what you are talking about".

All the while Matt groaned, the bindings chafed his wrists, and the operative who held him didn't not seem to care about being rough or gentle. He was pulled up off the floor and set on his knees, held by the operative. He barely heard another operative that opened a light switch and mucked around with afew wires, causing the mirrored glass before it to open up. In a male voice it mumbled something about the mansion's primary defences having been activated whilst looking at a mini computer attatched to his wrist. The other operatives stood around, on the defensive. Alert like experienced military personal should be. Then it clicked. That was why Matt had experienced no resistance. There was no-one to stop him, because everyone had been knocked out somehow. Maybe the computer really had gone homicidal, and that the T-Virus was still safe, underground, contained in it's experiment vials deep under Raccoon City. Thus, these people were reinforcements. Something definetly must have gone wrong here. maybe the T-Virus had been released and an uncontrolled pattern of infection had begun below. He hoped that wasn't so. He didn't want his sister to suffer that.

"What are you doing?" he asked. Hoping for an answer.

The man at the mirrored door responded. "Matthew Addison, I am not getting a match". When his jacket was removed, the operative must have found the false identification. Matt decided to continue with his guise, and see how far he would get. Denial would be what would save him, not admitting his true intentions.

Behind him, the operative spoke. And he was suprised to find that it was a she. "Who are you?"

Showing as much frustration as he could, he replied with force. "I just transferred. They probably don't even have me on file yet!"

The man with the computer concurred. "The locals are inefficient. It's possible"

On the inside, Matt breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps it was working. maybe Umbrella was more lax than his sister had thought.

Aiming her own pistol at his head, the operative asked. "Should I secure him here?"

The man that had questioned the woman in the dress removed his mask, revealing that he was of negro origin. "No, we take him with us"

With alarm present in his voice Matt yelled "You can't do this!" If he were taken with them, he would not get the freedom to find out what happened to Lisa. All of this would be in vain. And he was so close. As thoughts swirled through his mind, the woman behind him removed her mask and as wisps of her black hair struck his cheek, she whispered into his ear.

"Blow me."

A vivid thought of that happening entered his mind, and he immedietly rejected it, for it was not the purpose of this mission, and it repulsed him. He was raised to his feet with the aid of the female operative and moved towards the doors. Everyone followed, and as they entered, the man with the computer inputted data into it, sealing the doors shut behind them. With precision he set a digital timer beside the doors, the numbers illuminated in green. It started at three hours and immedietly began counting down. Matt knew not the significance of this, but he knew no good would come of it.

Now that he was in the Hive, he did not know what to do. He despaired that he would not be able to locate his sister because of the tight security. He was led down the stairs, slowly, one by one, and as he counted them in his mind he slowly formulated a plan. A plan to escape. A plan to be free.