Before you continue to read this story, I should mention that there will be
no zombies in this. This is a spy like operation, which is just a way to
introduce two characters into the RE world so I can do a full on assault
story involving them. If I get enough reviews then I shall make either a
sequel or prequel. Of course, this story will have the usual fight and
suspense, plus a shit load of personality exploring. Opinions and Reviews
would be GREATLY appreciated, whether its how I can improve on my way of
typing or storyline. Anyway, Enjoy.
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Jamie's footsteps echoed down the long hallway as he kept a steady march.
The floors were freshly polished and clean, although it would soon be
ruined again once the other lads came home late from an Indian Cuisine and
spew up on the floor. The hallway was bright as rows of square windows
parted about a meter away from each other streamed in light. Jay was also
walking beside Jamie. Jay had a light Indian skin colour with a black beard
and messy hair. He was wearing the same uniform that Jamie was wearing,
jungle camouflage trousers jacket and a beige beret with the badge cap of a
wind dagger sewed on with the motto "Who Dares Wins" encrypted across a
scroll.
Jay was Jamie's best friend, and it was hard to get a best friend in The
Regiment, because like in work colleagues get moved around. In the SAS,
colleagues got killed. Jamie was a Paratrooper, and Jay had been a Royal
Marine and when they had met each other during the selection, they hit it
off right away. Both of them were in their early thirties, and tanned, with
the tips of their ears burnt from the sun since their last operation was in
Afghanistan. They had only got back a week ago and already the Major had
something else lined up for them.
"I tell you what, this must be important if he phoned us up whilst we were
in the pub" Jay said, catching Jamie's attention. Jay was right though,
Jamie thought as he nodded in agreement. The Major always respected the
soldiers when they were drinking to fallen team mates. Five out of the
Eight man team was wiped out by "The Dead" back in Afghanistan. MI6 and the
CIA had been onto Umbrella since the Raccoon City incident. But they had to
try eliminating Umbrella silently, Because if the whole world found out
then there would be panic and god knows what Umbrella would do then to save
themselves. But all Jamie wanted to do was forget Afghanistan, and believe
in any possibilities since witnessing the horror.
Jamie laughed shook his head, but a grin escaping on his face. "Fuck me, I
really hope a member of Blue Troop has got drunk and gone missing in France
again".
"Blue Team Wankers" Jay said as he smiled to himself. It was just two days ago that it was a member of Blue Teams stag night, and the lads got him drunk at the pub and then took him to Euro Tunnel where they boarded him for France with his hair shaved off and mascara on. Jay looked at Jamie, catching his brown scruffy hair poking underneath his beret and his stubble and tan making him look like an illegal immigrant. "How do look?" Jay asked with a rhetorical question. Jamie looked at him and sniggered. "Like a Bosnian Scaffolder". "Well, Everyone is entitled to their own opinions" Jay said as he stopped outside the polished wooden door. "After you" Jamie said to Jay as he smiled and pointed his hand towards the door. Jay took a deep breath before putting his hand on the bronze doorknob and twisting it, waiting whatever surprises the Major had for them. And then they both stepped into the small room where Major Davies was sitting in a leather chair reading a letter. Infront of him was an oak desk with a lamp and files. The wall was covered in glass cases with trophies and SAS goodies. In one of the display cases was a replica of an MP5 Submachine Gun with a news clipping of the Iranian Embassy siege back in the 1980's. He was a true patriot of England and The Regiment. Behind the Major was a large window, which lit the room. The Major himself, was wearing a military green pullover jumper and was in his early 50's with quite wrinkly skin and swept over brown hair with a smile on his face. He looked up from the letter and looked at the two, and spoke in a posh English accent. "Ah, The Dreaded J's. How are you both?" He asked, leaning back on his chair and putting his legs up on his table like a typical SAS man. No discipline yet an expert at the job. Jay looked towards Jamie, who at the same time turned around to look back at home, both of them looking suspicious. "Sorry about dragging you both out of the pub but I have something interesting for you both". "How interesting?" Jamie asked. "When I got into my office this morning I found this letter in my locked drawer" The Major said as he held up the piece of folded paper, and then handed it over to Jay. Jay opened it up and took one look at it to find the whole page full with written numbers. He took another look to realise it was the "Tap Code" which was another kind of morse code used by the SAS. Each two letters would be looked up on a grid to represent the right letter. He continued to read it until the Majors voice shook him out of the chance. "It's Trent. He has a job for you both. And I know how much you have a score to settle with Umbrella, So I will therefore give you home leave and some equipment.But the catch is if you get caught then I shall deny I sent you".
"A black op? You're sending us on a black op?" Jamie asked, a little shocked that the Major wanted to send them on an illegal mission. The Major sighed. "It's not an order, it's an opportunity. Did I mention it would be in Miami, America?" the Major said, a grinning spreading across his face which showed his white crooked teeth like a sharks. Jays mouth dropped open, "Holy shit, Miami?". "And did I also mention you would be staying in a safe house with a very attractive female named Jill Valentine?". Jay and Jamie both looked at each other grinning, and nodded before looking back at the Major, before they both said at the same time. "When do we leave?". "Jolly good my old china's" He said, opening up a draw in his desk and reaching his hand inside, pulling out two plane tickets which he threw on the desk infront of the two. "And what will we be doing?" Jamie asked, a little dumb struck that he hadn't asked the question before making the decision to go. But then again, both men didn't have family and would kill to spend some time on a holiday. "OP and a bit of Infiltration. There is a top Umbrella employee living in the same street, or block as Miss Valentine and you need to find some information.". It was easy. Jamie had done it many times with others and Jay in Northern Ireland, keeping observation posts on IRA terrorist members. The only problem was that it was a black op. And if the Major denied to the authorities that Jay and Jamie were part of the SAS, then that would mean both men would be imprisoned for treason and might even be sent to a nut house. But the SAS was the most elite special forces in the world. It was the SAS that inspired and trained others such as Navy SEALs, Spetsnaz and other Special Forces. It would be simple and easy. "Does this woman Jill know we are coming?" asked Jay. "Of course, It was her that asked Trent the favour. I doubt she expects two goofy Brits though, so just act professional when not working. Just for image sake" the Major said, as he picked up the tickets and handed them to Jamie, who shoved them in his combat pocket. "Well then sir, we will be back later for the equipment" Jay said as he gave a casual salute and headed for the door with Jamie following behind. "And incase I forget to mention later, No bloody pubs!" The Major shouted out. But it was already too late, the door had closed between the middle of his sentence.
"Blue Team Wankers" Jay said as he smiled to himself. It was just two days ago that it was a member of Blue Teams stag night, and the lads got him drunk at the pub and then took him to Euro Tunnel where they boarded him for France with his hair shaved off and mascara on. Jay looked at Jamie, catching his brown scruffy hair poking underneath his beret and his stubble and tan making him look like an illegal immigrant. "How do look?" Jay asked with a rhetorical question. Jamie looked at him and sniggered. "Like a Bosnian Scaffolder". "Well, Everyone is entitled to their own opinions" Jay said as he stopped outside the polished wooden door. "After you" Jamie said to Jay as he smiled and pointed his hand towards the door. Jay took a deep breath before putting his hand on the bronze doorknob and twisting it, waiting whatever surprises the Major had for them. And then they both stepped into the small room where Major Davies was sitting in a leather chair reading a letter. Infront of him was an oak desk with a lamp and files. The wall was covered in glass cases with trophies and SAS goodies. In one of the display cases was a replica of an MP5 Submachine Gun with a news clipping of the Iranian Embassy siege back in the 1980's. He was a true patriot of England and The Regiment. Behind the Major was a large window, which lit the room. The Major himself, was wearing a military green pullover jumper and was in his early 50's with quite wrinkly skin and swept over brown hair with a smile on his face. He looked up from the letter and looked at the two, and spoke in a posh English accent. "Ah, The Dreaded J's. How are you both?" He asked, leaning back on his chair and putting his legs up on his table like a typical SAS man. No discipline yet an expert at the job. Jay looked towards Jamie, who at the same time turned around to look back at home, both of them looking suspicious. "Sorry about dragging you both out of the pub but I have something interesting for you both". "How interesting?" Jamie asked. "When I got into my office this morning I found this letter in my locked drawer" The Major said as he held up the piece of folded paper, and then handed it over to Jay. Jay opened it up and took one look at it to find the whole page full with written numbers. He took another look to realise it was the "Tap Code" which was another kind of morse code used by the SAS. Each two letters would be looked up on a grid to represent the right letter. He continued to read it until the Majors voice shook him out of the chance. "It's Trent. He has a job for you both. And I know how much you have a score to settle with Umbrella, So I will therefore give you home leave and some equipment.But the catch is if you get caught then I shall deny I sent you".
"A black op? You're sending us on a black op?" Jamie asked, a little shocked that the Major wanted to send them on an illegal mission. The Major sighed. "It's not an order, it's an opportunity. Did I mention it would be in Miami, America?" the Major said, a grinning spreading across his face which showed his white crooked teeth like a sharks. Jays mouth dropped open, "Holy shit, Miami?". "And did I also mention you would be staying in a safe house with a very attractive female named Jill Valentine?". Jay and Jamie both looked at each other grinning, and nodded before looking back at the Major, before they both said at the same time. "When do we leave?". "Jolly good my old china's" He said, opening up a draw in his desk and reaching his hand inside, pulling out two plane tickets which he threw on the desk infront of the two. "And what will we be doing?" Jamie asked, a little dumb struck that he hadn't asked the question before making the decision to go. But then again, both men didn't have family and would kill to spend some time on a holiday. "OP and a bit of Infiltration. There is a top Umbrella employee living in the same street, or block as Miss Valentine and you need to find some information.". It was easy. Jamie had done it many times with others and Jay in Northern Ireland, keeping observation posts on IRA terrorist members. The only problem was that it was a black op. And if the Major denied to the authorities that Jay and Jamie were part of the SAS, then that would mean both men would be imprisoned for treason and might even be sent to a nut house. But the SAS was the most elite special forces in the world. It was the SAS that inspired and trained others such as Navy SEALs, Spetsnaz and other Special Forces. It would be simple and easy. "Does this woman Jill know we are coming?" asked Jay. "Of course, It was her that asked Trent the favour. I doubt she expects two goofy Brits though, so just act professional when not working. Just for image sake" the Major said, as he picked up the tickets and handed them to Jamie, who shoved them in his combat pocket. "Well then sir, we will be back later for the equipment" Jay said as he gave a casual salute and headed for the door with Jamie following behind. "And incase I forget to mention later, No bloody pubs!" The Major shouted out. But it was already too late, the door had closed between the middle of his sentence.
