Author's note: As we near the end for our brave companions, I would just
like to think everybody who entered a character and made it possible and
all the people who reviewed and kept the story going. I really appreciate
it. And this chapter is dedicated to you. Anyhoo, on with the show.
Chapter 11: Unraveled Plans
The man that sat in front of them in the small office looked to be in his late 40s and had jet black hair except for the scattered gray flecks that peppered his hair. He had dark gray eyes and wore a dark suit as he sat in the swivel chair. Pierre quickly aimed his gun ready to kill the man.
"Wait! This man might have some information for us," Matt shouted to keep Pierre from immediately killing the man.
"Yes indeed, Mr. Ryan," the man who Pierre identified as Mr. O'Neal said as he cowered in his chair.
Pierre reluctantly lowered his gun realizing that Matt might be right. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut sometime, Pierre thought. Matt quickly strode over to where Mr. O'Neal sat and put the barrel of his rifle to the man's head.
"Mr. O'Neal if you value your life the least bit you are going to tell us what the hell happened here, and why you killed our friends," Matt shouted at him even though he was standing right next to the man.
"Mr. Ryan, I know everything about your make shift team," Mr. O'Neal said sounding more confident than he looked. "You are in the SOC and have caused many problems for Umbrella. You were engaged to a researcher here, a Ms. Jones. Mr. Burgess has been quite the trouble maker not only for Umbrella, but for the government in general making him quite expendable. His mother was one of our many experiments here. His father was a high ranking member of the American knights. Ms. Meiers, has been quite the good girl. Her mother died from what was classified as a "mysterious illness." She was raised by her father who was a researcher here. Mr. Acosta, your new found friend, has been in the military since the age of 18. He came here looking for one of his missing colleagues, or should I say love interest, a Ms. Magnus. And last but not least our Mr. Dupree. He was trained and housed here, while Umbrella developed him into the perfect killing machine," Mr. O'Neal finished with a slight smile seeming pleased with himself.
"Fuck this; I am going to kill him now!" Pedro said as he raised his gun to face Mr. O'Neal.
"Pedro, you shoot him and I'll shoot you," Pierre said wanting to make sure that Mr. O'Neal was scared shitless before he killed him.
Pedro relaxed his gun, but not because Pierre asked him to but because he wanted to find out why the hell they had taken their friends. Why would a company like Umbrella want a few researchers?
"Why the hell did you kill the researchers?" Matt asked as if reading Pedro's mind.
"I am not at liberty to say, Mr. Ryan," Mr. O'Neal said as he spat in Matt's face.
Without thinking about it, Matt pulled his rifle away from Mr. O'Neal's head and shot him in the left knee causing Mr. O'Neal to scream in pain. Mr. O'Neal although he tried to act tough by spitting in Matt's face was a coward. All you had to do was give him the right motivation and he would tell you whatever you wanted to hear, Pierre knew this from experience.
"Now let's try this again, why did Umbrella kill the researchers?" Matt spat at the man as he grew impatient.
Mr. O'Neal rolled closer to the desk trying to buy himself sometime to think whether he should say anything or not. He placed his hands under the desk as he began to tell them what had happened. It's not like they'll make it out of the facility, Mr. O'Neal thought.
"There was a leak in the company; a group of people were giving away valuable information about the bioweapons program we run here at Umbrella. The only way to draw the conspirators out was by making it look as though Umbrella had lost funding and gone under. The traitors, as expected, were apprehended within a week after the "fall" of Umbrella. To Umbrella's dismay the 6 traitors ranked very highly in the ranks. Never the less, Umbrella doesn't handle treason lightly, and they became volunteered specimens for our Nemesis III program. Unfortunately, shortly after they were injected with the virus the alpha female killed all but two other females and one of the males. She was codenamed Alpha. Seeing how easily the "Alpha" had killed the other Nemesis IIIs Umbrella ordered the destruction of all of them except the Alpha. Alpha escaped into the facility shortly after it closed infecting the facility. Don't worry, Umbrella will rise again in a couple of months claiming new funding," Mr. O'Neal said as he fumbled for something under the desk.
Without warning, a loud siren started to ring in their ears as a calm voice came over the intercom system saying, "The self destruct system has been activated, all personal please make your way to the aircraft hangar." Mr. O'Neal let out a short laugh as he rested back in his chair, knowing that they wouldn't make it out in time. Matt wasted no time, now that he knew that this Mr. O'Neal had told them everything he knew. Matt let out a short burst from his rifle, the bullets hitting Mr. O'Neal squarely in the chest. Blood stained the chair as he slumped into it lifeless. His suit quickly changed from a dark black to a crimson red.
"That's for Melissa," Matt muttered under his breath as he spat on the now dead Mr. O'Neal.
Matt pushed him out of the chair to get a better look at the computer that sat on the desk in front of the chair. Mr. O'Neal's body crumpled to the floor, as a pool started to collect under its new resting place. Matt's hands quickly danced across the keyboard as he frantically searched for a way to cancel the request for the self destruction of the facility.
"You're wasting your time. Alarm activation from this room can't be overridden, so I suggest we make our way to the hangar. I have been there and I can lead you," Pierre said as he made his way towards the door.
"I don't trust you near enough to do that," Matt said as he pulled the instructions to the hangar from out of the printer.
Chapter 11: Unraveled Plans
The man that sat in front of them in the small office looked to be in his late 40s and had jet black hair except for the scattered gray flecks that peppered his hair. He had dark gray eyes and wore a dark suit as he sat in the swivel chair. Pierre quickly aimed his gun ready to kill the man.
"Wait! This man might have some information for us," Matt shouted to keep Pierre from immediately killing the man.
"Yes indeed, Mr. Ryan," the man who Pierre identified as Mr. O'Neal said as he cowered in his chair.
Pierre reluctantly lowered his gun realizing that Matt might be right. Even a blind squirrel finds a nut sometime, Pierre thought. Matt quickly strode over to where Mr. O'Neal sat and put the barrel of his rifle to the man's head.
"Mr. O'Neal if you value your life the least bit you are going to tell us what the hell happened here, and why you killed our friends," Matt shouted at him even though he was standing right next to the man.
"Mr. Ryan, I know everything about your make shift team," Mr. O'Neal said sounding more confident than he looked. "You are in the SOC and have caused many problems for Umbrella. You were engaged to a researcher here, a Ms. Jones. Mr. Burgess has been quite the trouble maker not only for Umbrella, but for the government in general making him quite expendable. His mother was one of our many experiments here. His father was a high ranking member of the American knights. Ms. Meiers, has been quite the good girl. Her mother died from what was classified as a "mysterious illness." She was raised by her father who was a researcher here. Mr. Acosta, your new found friend, has been in the military since the age of 18. He came here looking for one of his missing colleagues, or should I say love interest, a Ms. Magnus. And last but not least our Mr. Dupree. He was trained and housed here, while Umbrella developed him into the perfect killing machine," Mr. O'Neal finished with a slight smile seeming pleased with himself.
"Fuck this; I am going to kill him now!" Pedro said as he raised his gun to face Mr. O'Neal.
"Pedro, you shoot him and I'll shoot you," Pierre said wanting to make sure that Mr. O'Neal was scared shitless before he killed him.
Pedro relaxed his gun, but not because Pierre asked him to but because he wanted to find out why the hell they had taken their friends. Why would a company like Umbrella want a few researchers?
"Why the hell did you kill the researchers?" Matt asked as if reading Pedro's mind.
"I am not at liberty to say, Mr. Ryan," Mr. O'Neal said as he spat in Matt's face.
Without thinking about it, Matt pulled his rifle away from Mr. O'Neal's head and shot him in the left knee causing Mr. O'Neal to scream in pain. Mr. O'Neal although he tried to act tough by spitting in Matt's face was a coward. All you had to do was give him the right motivation and he would tell you whatever you wanted to hear, Pierre knew this from experience.
"Now let's try this again, why did Umbrella kill the researchers?" Matt spat at the man as he grew impatient.
Mr. O'Neal rolled closer to the desk trying to buy himself sometime to think whether he should say anything or not. He placed his hands under the desk as he began to tell them what had happened. It's not like they'll make it out of the facility, Mr. O'Neal thought.
"There was a leak in the company; a group of people were giving away valuable information about the bioweapons program we run here at Umbrella. The only way to draw the conspirators out was by making it look as though Umbrella had lost funding and gone under. The traitors, as expected, were apprehended within a week after the "fall" of Umbrella. To Umbrella's dismay the 6 traitors ranked very highly in the ranks. Never the less, Umbrella doesn't handle treason lightly, and they became volunteered specimens for our Nemesis III program. Unfortunately, shortly after they were injected with the virus the alpha female killed all but two other females and one of the males. She was codenamed Alpha. Seeing how easily the "Alpha" had killed the other Nemesis IIIs Umbrella ordered the destruction of all of them except the Alpha. Alpha escaped into the facility shortly after it closed infecting the facility. Don't worry, Umbrella will rise again in a couple of months claiming new funding," Mr. O'Neal said as he fumbled for something under the desk.
Without warning, a loud siren started to ring in their ears as a calm voice came over the intercom system saying, "The self destruct system has been activated, all personal please make your way to the aircraft hangar." Mr. O'Neal let out a short laugh as he rested back in his chair, knowing that they wouldn't make it out in time. Matt wasted no time, now that he knew that this Mr. O'Neal had told them everything he knew. Matt let out a short burst from his rifle, the bullets hitting Mr. O'Neal squarely in the chest. Blood stained the chair as he slumped into it lifeless. His suit quickly changed from a dark black to a crimson red.
"That's for Melissa," Matt muttered under his breath as he spat on the now dead Mr. O'Neal.
Matt pushed him out of the chair to get a better look at the computer that sat on the desk in front of the chair. Mr. O'Neal's body crumpled to the floor, as a pool started to collect under its new resting place. Matt's hands quickly danced across the keyboard as he frantically searched for a way to cancel the request for the self destruction of the facility.
"You're wasting your time. Alarm activation from this room can't be overridden, so I suggest we make our way to the hangar. I have been there and I can lead you," Pierre said as he made his way towards the door.
"I don't trust you near enough to do that," Matt said as he pulled the instructions to the hangar from out of the printer.
