Biohazard: One Step Closer

A Resident Evil Fanfiction

By Kinjiro Tuskasa

Chapter Two: Delta Team Mission

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S.T.A.R.S Delta Team:

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Riley Kratler - Pilot and Mission Leader

Paul Dominiguez - Weapon Specialist

Audrey Wilson - Vehicle Specialist

Alyria Everlore - Co-Pilot

Vincent Trenton - Marksman

Sara Soldan - Marksman (technically, MarksWoman...)

Erin Ryanne - Medical Specialist

Adam Fleming - Communications Specialist

Darien Hyrdin - Field Scout

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A few more hours passed as I laid there on the cold stone ground, trying to get just the least bit of sleep. All I could feel was the icy cold grip of death tearing at my skin, as I sat up in the dark cell. I stood up and walked over to the cell bars, staring to my left, then to my right, spotting the door that would lead into the halls, soon enough leading to the outside world. Anger welling up inside of me, I banged my fist against the bars, letting out an aggrivated yell.

But it was useless... why was I yelling with what little of energy of what I had left... It's not like anyone could hear my muffled cries. It's not like anyone was even anywhere within miles of this deserted city...

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Meanwhile...

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- Specialist Report 1 -

September 16th

'It has been three days since we left the city. Everything was destroyed in the explosion, all left in ruins. Some parts of the area weren't harmed when the self-destruct system went off, but the entire central area of the city has been completely decimated. For those areas on the outskirts of the city, S.T.A.R.S Delta team members are to be sent into the city on the 19th of September to search for any information on the activities held there, or to find any survivors of the impact of the explosions.'

- Alyria Everlore

September 17th

Mission Briefing:

'Due to thought of any survivors, the schedulement of the S.T.A.R.S mission has been moved to take place later this evening. I will be accompanying them on the mission as a co-pilot. To tell the truth, the most reason in why I have taken place in this mission, is because of my dying curiosity in what remains in the ruins of the city.'

- Alyria Everlore

- End Report -

The helicopters roared loudly above the ruins of once had once been the city of Trastin. One man of the team looked down onto the terrain through a pair of binoculars that looked like they had been more then over-used in their existance. "We should land there." said the man, looking to the pilot.

The pilot simply raised his right hand in return to the comment. "Paul, I've been a pilot for 12 years now. I think I know where to land my own helicopter." Paul, the man who had been looking down onto the land, simply raised his eyebrows and leaned against the side of the helicopter lightly. He scratched his brunette head lightly in means of thinking and remained silent.

"Sir," started Audrey, the Delta vehicle specialist. "I think theres a problem in the-"

Just then the helicopter shook a bit, then stopped.

"... circutry..." she finished quietly, waiting to see how the helicopter would react. But then the helicopter started acting up again.

"Sir, the engine is failing, what do you suppose we do?" Alyria, the co-pilot, asked from the seat beside him, a bit of worry within her voice.

Paul stepped forward, looking out the front window of the helicopter. "Make for those trees over there." he said. "If we land at an angle that's not too steep, I think we can make it."

Riley, the pilot and mission leader, replied to the entire Delta team, "Everyone buckle in and hold tight... We're going down..."

Everyone quickly held theirselves down into a seat, buckled in securely, preparing for the crash. The helicopter swooped down, steeper by the moment. "Not too steep now..." Paul said to himself outloud, hoping that the helicopter would hit at just the right angle.. Going down, descending in altitude faster and faster, the helicopter began to skim to tops of the trees, slowly lowering until it finally made contact with the ground. It went forward for about 300 feet or so, before crashing into a tree...

Vincent, one of the marksman, was laying on the ground of the helicopter. He looked up, holding his head, which had a few cuts here and there, but altogether not seriously injured. He looked around to all of the Delta team. "I-Is everyone okay?" he asked of them.

"Well, gee, I've been better.." said Audrey in extreme sarcasm. All of the team members unbuckled themselves from their seats, and got up. Erin went to the back of the helicopter after a few minutes to get the first aid kit. When she returned, she removed some gauze, rubbing alcohol, and a few bandages from the kit, and bandaged the wounds on Vincent's head.

"So what do you plan on doing now, Mr. Mission Leader?" asked Darien, full of doubt and sarcasm in the fact that the team leader couldn't even land the helicopter.

"Now, we do what we set out to do. Search the city for any survivors or information involving the incident." he said grabbing his shotgun and his backpack, swinging it over his shoulder, and exiting the craft...

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A/N: Yep, ok, this is the second chapter to my new fic... Hope you liked it! ^-^