Chapter 6: Circle of Trust
The metallic ring of the closing door reverberated throughout the extensive hallway that Maurice had just entered. The hallway seemed to stretch for miles, but Maurice knew that it was only about 20 meters long. The hallway was a sterile white and was lined with doors that faded into the wall. Maurice knew that this wing of the facility could easily turn into a labyrinth if he didn't note the turns he took.
"What is this place?" Tanya whispered.
"It's the hospital wing of the facility. We haven't checked all the doors; actually we've only checked the one where we put the injured survivors. We did, however, find a map in that room that shows each room in the hospital wing," Tony answered as he withdrew a crumpled map from inside his fatigues.
"We're going to need to check this whole wing, along with the rest of the facility in case some of the soldiers took refuge here," Maurice commanded as he allowed Tony to take the lead to show where he had placed the wounded soldiers.
Tony couldn't believe what he was hearing. Maurice was asking them to stay in this hell hole to look for people that weren't alive long enough to make it here. Maurice would lead them all to a bloody death, if they all didn't leave as soon as they regrouped with the injured survivors. He wasn't scared; he just didn't want to die in this place, Tony thought as he quickly turned the door knob on the door nearest to him on his left.
Tanya could barely hold back the nauseating feeling that instantly overcame her as soon as she entered the unfortunately well lit room. The room was bland beige with a large oak desk being the centerpiece for the ordinary room. A few personal effects littered the tidy desk along with a half- filled cup of coffee. Various awards for recognition and degrees from prestigious colleges filled the white walls making it seem like a shrine. The room might have once been that of one of the resident doctors, but now was transformed into a bloody tomb for the three bodies that occupied it.
The three motionless bodies lied in a crumpled heap in a corner surrounded by a still forming puddle of blood. All of the bodies were dressed in the same fatigues that Tanya herself was wearing which labeled them as the former survivors. The three dead men's eyes were glued open in an eternal gaze towards the ceiling as if they were looking for a savior of some sort. The longer Tanya looked at the gruesome scene the stronger the nauseating feeling became until finally she gave in to it and allowed herself to throw up in the opposite corner of the room.
Alex cautiously stepped forward towards the bodies, her feet sinking in the plush carpet of the room. As she continued towards the heap of bodies she dared not look up at their faces but kept her eyes gazing downward until she saw the original beige of the carpet become a deep scarlet. She had known all the men personally since they had all been in a squad together, which made it all the more painful when she kneeled down to check for a pulse. Like she had known, there was no rhythmic drumbeat of a pulse in their wrists or necks when she checked. She then immediately checked for any new wounds that had been inflicted between the times that they had left and the time that they had come back. Alex let a short gasp escape her red lips as she recognized the crimson dime shaped holes that had torn through each man's head.
Without warning, a deeply shadowed figure rolled across the oak desk from its former hiding spot behind the desk. Before Alex could reach for her small handgun that had been holstered to her hip, she felt strong hands grab her around her slender neck and force her back against its chest. She writhed to free herself with every muscle in her body, but her attacker squeezed her neck tighter causing her eyes to begin to roll back in her head. In an act of desperation Alex brought her elbow hard into her attacker's ribs and was rewarded with a loud crack and a gasp from her attacker. She didn't quit fighting until she heard the deafening click of the attacker's gun being cocked in her right ear.
"What the hell are you doing Sam!" Tanya shouted trying to distract him from Alex who he held imprisoned in his arms.
"I'm not going to hurt her, I just needed a little reassurance that you all will listen to me before you shoot me," Alex's attacker explained as he loosened his grip from around Alex's neck.
Sam's ebony hair was only partially dry from the rain outside leaving his hair plastered to his forehead. His deep dark gray eyes were not that of a killer but looked like that of a scolded child. His pale muscular body shook violently; whether it was because of the air-conditioned air on his wet clothes or fear of dying at any moment Maurice could not tell.
"Did you kill those soldiers?" Tony angrily asked trying to keep his temper in check but failing miserably at it.
"Yes, but only after they turned," Sam said reluctantly.
"Turned into what?" Maurice asked calmly.
"A zombie. I know it sounds ridiculous but it's the true. Umbrella has been creating biological weapons using a virus and selling them to the highest bidder. I work for the SOC a kind of anti umbrella squad for the government," Sam insisted trying to make it simple enough so that everyone could understand him.
The loud clank of Maurice's heavy gun being holstered reverberated throughout the room as Sam let out a silent breath. Maurice had trained with many soldiers who had worked for Umbrella during his time in the military. This allowed him to know that Umbrella had taught all of their soldiers to hold their gun in their left hand so that they could use their right hand in hand-to-hand combat at the same time if the need be. When Sam had held Alex at gun point to keep her from hurting him he had held his gun with his right gun. That observation alone had allowed Sam to stay alive for a little longer.
Sam quickly released his vice like grip on the girl that they had called Alex. In turn she immediately whipped her body around and hit him squarely in the face. He probably deserved that he thought as he felt his now hot face. She had hit him a lot harder than he had anticipated that she would. He would have a nice bruise to show the boys back home if he ever got back there he decided.
"We need to continue searching this wing of the facility," Maurice informed them as if nothing had happened.
"You're going to let him join us just like that?" Tony asked angrily.
"Yeah, I am. Do you think otherwise?" Maurice asked staring Tony right in the eyes.
"No, I was just asking a question," Tony muttered under his breath not willing to draw Maurice's wrath.
"Good, according to the map most of the doors out in the hall lead to private offices of various doctors and nurses so they're probably going to be locked and not worth looking to far into. We should probably head here," Maurice instructed as he pointed to a huge room with the words MORGUE written in bold black letters on it.
"Where does the morgue lead to?" Alex asked a little timidly not wanting to necessarily know the answer.
"The Mental Ward," Maurice responded flatly.
"It will be one of the best places to gather information against Umbrella," Sam answered.
Maurice led the way out into the long hallway, counting off the doors on his right so as to make sure he went through the right door. The door to the morgue hadn't been what he had expected; of course he hadn't really known what to expect. The door was plain white tile unlike the other decorative wooden ones and bore a bronze door handle unlike the silver ones that the other ones sported. Without hesitating Maurice opened the door in one fluid movement and strode into the room.
The room reeked of decay and gore. Unlike most morgues the bodies were not put in the freezers giving the room a tidy look. In this morgue the floors were littered with at least twenty half-decayed bodies and the formal white tile was coated with a thick layer of dried black blood. Several menacing medical utensils were scattered throughout the floor and several were still in the deceased patients.
The thought of the morgue doubling as an examination room passed through Maurice's mind as he looked at the body stretched out on the gurney to his right. The male body looked as though it had been dead for quite some time since the body was black from blood and was incredibly stiff. Maurice's eyes unconsciously fell on the man's hand only to see the metallic glow of a wedding band on the man's hand. Maurice quickly turned his head to the man's face, but the scene wasn't any better. The man's eyes had been gauged out, presumably by one of the resident doctors, and were lying in a dish to the man's left. The man's abdomen had been split open and the sparkling shards of glass were clearly visible along with the glistening red of muscle. Who would do this to a man, especially a dead one? Maurice thought to himself. Then a sickening thought hit him like a ton of bricks. What if the man hadn't been dead when they performed these tests? The thought itself sent Maurice's brain reeling.
"Umbrella has been known to hire doctors with known sickening criminal records in order to test the pain resistance of a human, and then again on their creatures to see the difference," Sam said as he handed Alex a cloth to cover her mouth with.
"Umbrella will pay for this," Tony vowed as he looked at the dead man.
As they quickly passed the man's body on their way to the door on the opposite end of the room Tanya couldn't help but let her eyes fall on the man's dead body. He might have once been an incredibly attractive man when he was still alive. Dark brown hair was plastered to his pale head with crusted blood. Tanya quickly brushed her hands over the man's empty eye sockets closing his eyelids, which left the man looking to be asleep instead of dead. Umbrella deserved to burn in hell for all the deaths and pain that they had caused. Tanya didn't see the man's body raise itself off of the gurney as she turned to catch up with her team.
Before Tanya could catch up with her team she felt a sharp stabbing pain in her shoulder. She instinctively turned her head around and saw the decaying body of the man that had been on the gurney with his rotten teeth sunk deep into her warm flesh. The thing had bitten clean through her green fatigues; thick red blood began to course down her shoulder as she let out a low scream.
Sam whipped around; he knew the scream that he had just heard the scream of intense fear and pain. He turned around just in time to see the gruesome scene that had unfolded in the small morgue. Sam saw Maurice, Alex, and Tony all in one swift movement draw their guns and fire a barrage of bullets towards the thing out of the corner of his eye. The round of fire splintered the zombie's skull, and it fell to its knees and then into an already formed puddle onto the ground. It didn't move again as its coagulated blood spilled across the floor. Maurice was the first one to Tanya. Thanks to the great marksmanship of the team she hadn't been hit once with even one stray bullet, but Sam knew that in a while she would wish one had.
Maurice kneeled down to his dying girlfriend who was lying on the floor. The end of her light blonde hair was soaked with blood from her shoulder and her dark eyes darted back and forth over his face as if she was panicked. The zombie must have dug incredibly deep into her, for the blood had already soaked down the entire left side of her fatigues.
"You're going to be fine," Maurice lied as he brought his eyes away from the wound and to her pleading eyes.
"You might be a great soldier, but you were never a great liar," Tanya said as she forced a smile onto her pained face.
"You have to be fine, because you have to be Mrs. Maurice Dupree," Maurice said quickly as he withdrew a small circular metallic object from the chest pocket on his fatigues.
Maurice had planned to give it to her next week when they left this little "camp." He had pulled a couple of strings and gotten one of the pilot's to go pick it up in town and fly it back a week ago. It had caused him probably more than he had, but he knew that it would be worth it.
Tanya couldn't even focus on the small diamond ring that Maurice held in his hand; her vision was too blurred. She knew she didn't have long to live after her vision started to falter. If what she had seen in the movies she would turn into one of those zombies before long. It would be better for one of her teammates to use one bullet now instead of having to use more than that and risk her biting one of them later she thought.
"You've been the best brother anyone could have, even if you weren't my full brother, and for that I love you," Tanya said in Tony's direction.
"I love you, now show me how much you love me," Tanya said as she handed Maurice the glistening magnum that was soaked with blood from her left hip.
"Don't ask me to do something that you know I can't do," Maurice said as he pushed the gun away from him.
"You do it or I will," She said leaving no room for negotiating.
"Maybe there's an anti-virus or something around here for it," Maurice pleaded.
Without warning a shot rang out, and a fresh wave of crimson blood began to emit itself from under Tanya's left shoulder. Her body stopped moving up and down from her breath and lay silent. Everything about her stopped glistening except the wedding ring that Maurice had placed on her hand moments before.
"What the hell did you do!" Maurice shouted angrily as he lunged for Sam.
"I'll fucking kill you," Tony said before jumping after Maurice onto Sam.
Sam fell to the ground, two sets of hands groping for his neck and throat. He had done what he had to do, and what had been asked of him. Now he would pay the price from both Tanya's brother and fiancé.
"Get off him now!" Alex shouted as she cocked her gun and focused it on the writhing pile of men.
Before any of the men could react the once motionless bodies of the dead began to awake. They began to shamble towards the three, and those that couldn't walk, crawled towards them leaving streaks of scarlet in their paths.
"Let's get the fuck out of here!" Alex shouted as she began to sprint for the door on the opposite wall.
The cold sound of Pierre's boots on the cold tile floor of the lobby resonated throughout the futuristic building. Umbrella had spent millions of dollars on this facility in particular to ensure that it would be a nice playground for the "elite" soldiers. It had even been staffed with people who didn't know that an "accidental" outbreak had been planned. Hundreds of staff members and scientist had been lost in the outbreak but from the report that Pierre had read that had mostly been reject medical doctors who liked to hear people scream.
No sooner had Pierre started up the steps than the distinctive crackle of his radio sounded loudly in his ear. Why Lord Spencer had specifically asked him to wear a radio to this mission was beyond his thinking. It would easily give away his position, not that it mattered since he would be able to hear any possible enemy before they got close enough to him.
"Dupree here," Pierre announced over the secure radio line.
"Dupree, the SOC has decided to join this battle. One of their ships has been located just outside of the coast of the island. We have reason to believe that one of the soldiers that is stationed there is a member of the SOC. You should find this man and use your expert skills to interrogate him, gather any information you can out of him and bring him to point B for evac to our headquarters. After you do this, return to your primary objectives. Do not let the other elite soldiers know that you are there before we want them to," a masculine voice crackled over the radio.
Pierre felt his face contort into what could pass for a smile as he thought about the SOC. He had been the one to send them the information about the testing that was going to take place on this island. It was American of them to try and send a lone operative in here to handle it, and then get caught off the coast with a ship. He silently rolled his stainless steal combat knife around his fingers as he climbed the spiraling glass stairs. Umbrella would pay for firing him, he would see to that. He would make them think twice before they messed with him again. He didn't really care if all of these elite soldiers lived or not as long as Umbrella fell. Hell he might as well have fun killing them before Umbrella found out about him. This would be fun for him, he thought as he turned the door handle.
Author's Note: A little too gory, a little to dramatic, a little to love oriented. I don't know, but I want you to tell me, so leave a review and tell me what you think.
The metallic ring of the closing door reverberated throughout the extensive hallway that Maurice had just entered. The hallway seemed to stretch for miles, but Maurice knew that it was only about 20 meters long. The hallway was a sterile white and was lined with doors that faded into the wall. Maurice knew that this wing of the facility could easily turn into a labyrinth if he didn't note the turns he took.
"What is this place?" Tanya whispered.
"It's the hospital wing of the facility. We haven't checked all the doors; actually we've only checked the one where we put the injured survivors. We did, however, find a map in that room that shows each room in the hospital wing," Tony answered as he withdrew a crumpled map from inside his fatigues.
"We're going to need to check this whole wing, along with the rest of the facility in case some of the soldiers took refuge here," Maurice commanded as he allowed Tony to take the lead to show where he had placed the wounded soldiers.
Tony couldn't believe what he was hearing. Maurice was asking them to stay in this hell hole to look for people that weren't alive long enough to make it here. Maurice would lead them all to a bloody death, if they all didn't leave as soon as they regrouped with the injured survivors. He wasn't scared; he just didn't want to die in this place, Tony thought as he quickly turned the door knob on the door nearest to him on his left.
Tanya could barely hold back the nauseating feeling that instantly overcame her as soon as she entered the unfortunately well lit room. The room was bland beige with a large oak desk being the centerpiece for the ordinary room. A few personal effects littered the tidy desk along with a half- filled cup of coffee. Various awards for recognition and degrees from prestigious colleges filled the white walls making it seem like a shrine. The room might have once been that of one of the resident doctors, but now was transformed into a bloody tomb for the three bodies that occupied it.
The three motionless bodies lied in a crumpled heap in a corner surrounded by a still forming puddle of blood. All of the bodies were dressed in the same fatigues that Tanya herself was wearing which labeled them as the former survivors. The three dead men's eyes were glued open in an eternal gaze towards the ceiling as if they were looking for a savior of some sort. The longer Tanya looked at the gruesome scene the stronger the nauseating feeling became until finally she gave in to it and allowed herself to throw up in the opposite corner of the room.
Alex cautiously stepped forward towards the bodies, her feet sinking in the plush carpet of the room. As she continued towards the heap of bodies she dared not look up at their faces but kept her eyes gazing downward until she saw the original beige of the carpet become a deep scarlet. She had known all the men personally since they had all been in a squad together, which made it all the more painful when she kneeled down to check for a pulse. Like she had known, there was no rhythmic drumbeat of a pulse in their wrists or necks when she checked. She then immediately checked for any new wounds that had been inflicted between the times that they had left and the time that they had come back. Alex let a short gasp escape her red lips as she recognized the crimson dime shaped holes that had torn through each man's head.
Without warning, a deeply shadowed figure rolled across the oak desk from its former hiding spot behind the desk. Before Alex could reach for her small handgun that had been holstered to her hip, she felt strong hands grab her around her slender neck and force her back against its chest. She writhed to free herself with every muscle in her body, but her attacker squeezed her neck tighter causing her eyes to begin to roll back in her head. In an act of desperation Alex brought her elbow hard into her attacker's ribs and was rewarded with a loud crack and a gasp from her attacker. She didn't quit fighting until she heard the deafening click of the attacker's gun being cocked in her right ear.
"What the hell are you doing Sam!" Tanya shouted trying to distract him from Alex who he held imprisoned in his arms.
"I'm not going to hurt her, I just needed a little reassurance that you all will listen to me before you shoot me," Alex's attacker explained as he loosened his grip from around Alex's neck.
Sam's ebony hair was only partially dry from the rain outside leaving his hair plastered to his forehead. His deep dark gray eyes were not that of a killer but looked like that of a scolded child. His pale muscular body shook violently; whether it was because of the air-conditioned air on his wet clothes or fear of dying at any moment Maurice could not tell.
"Did you kill those soldiers?" Tony angrily asked trying to keep his temper in check but failing miserably at it.
"Yes, but only after they turned," Sam said reluctantly.
"Turned into what?" Maurice asked calmly.
"A zombie. I know it sounds ridiculous but it's the true. Umbrella has been creating biological weapons using a virus and selling them to the highest bidder. I work for the SOC a kind of anti umbrella squad for the government," Sam insisted trying to make it simple enough so that everyone could understand him.
The loud clank of Maurice's heavy gun being holstered reverberated throughout the room as Sam let out a silent breath. Maurice had trained with many soldiers who had worked for Umbrella during his time in the military. This allowed him to know that Umbrella had taught all of their soldiers to hold their gun in their left hand so that they could use their right hand in hand-to-hand combat at the same time if the need be. When Sam had held Alex at gun point to keep her from hurting him he had held his gun with his right gun. That observation alone had allowed Sam to stay alive for a little longer.
Sam quickly released his vice like grip on the girl that they had called Alex. In turn she immediately whipped her body around and hit him squarely in the face. He probably deserved that he thought as he felt his now hot face. She had hit him a lot harder than he had anticipated that she would. He would have a nice bruise to show the boys back home if he ever got back there he decided.
"We need to continue searching this wing of the facility," Maurice informed them as if nothing had happened.
"You're going to let him join us just like that?" Tony asked angrily.
"Yeah, I am. Do you think otherwise?" Maurice asked staring Tony right in the eyes.
"No, I was just asking a question," Tony muttered under his breath not willing to draw Maurice's wrath.
"Good, according to the map most of the doors out in the hall lead to private offices of various doctors and nurses so they're probably going to be locked and not worth looking to far into. We should probably head here," Maurice instructed as he pointed to a huge room with the words MORGUE written in bold black letters on it.
"Where does the morgue lead to?" Alex asked a little timidly not wanting to necessarily know the answer.
"The Mental Ward," Maurice responded flatly.
"It will be one of the best places to gather information against Umbrella," Sam answered.
Maurice led the way out into the long hallway, counting off the doors on his right so as to make sure he went through the right door. The door to the morgue hadn't been what he had expected; of course he hadn't really known what to expect. The door was plain white tile unlike the other decorative wooden ones and bore a bronze door handle unlike the silver ones that the other ones sported. Without hesitating Maurice opened the door in one fluid movement and strode into the room.
The room reeked of decay and gore. Unlike most morgues the bodies were not put in the freezers giving the room a tidy look. In this morgue the floors were littered with at least twenty half-decayed bodies and the formal white tile was coated with a thick layer of dried black blood. Several menacing medical utensils were scattered throughout the floor and several were still in the deceased patients.
The thought of the morgue doubling as an examination room passed through Maurice's mind as he looked at the body stretched out on the gurney to his right. The male body looked as though it had been dead for quite some time since the body was black from blood and was incredibly stiff. Maurice's eyes unconsciously fell on the man's hand only to see the metallic glow of a wedding band on the man's hand. Maurice quickly turned his head to the man's face, but the scene wasn't any better. The man's eyes had been gauged out, presumably by one of the resident doctors, and were lying in a dish to the man's left. The man's abdomen had been split open and the sparkling shards of glass were clearly visible along with the glistening red of muscle. Who would do this to a man, especially a dead one? Maurice thought to himself. Then a sickening thought hit him like a ton of bricks. What if the man hadn't been dead when they performed these tests? The thought itself sent Maurice's brain reeling.
"Umbrella has been known to hire doctors with known sickening criminal records in order to test the pain resistance of a human, and then again on their creatures to see the difference," Sam said as he handed Alex a cloth to cover her mouth with.
"Umbrella will pay for this," Tony vowed as he looked at the dead man.
As they quickly passed the man's body on their way to the door on the opposite end of the room Tanya couldn't help but let her eyes fall on the man's dead body. He might have once been an incredibly attractive man when he was still alive. Dark brown hair was plastered to his pale head with crusted blood. Tanya quickly brushed her hands over the man's empty eye sockets closing his eyelids, which left the man looking to be asleep instead of dead. Umbrella deserved to burn in hell for all the deaths and pain that they had caused. Tanya didn't see the man's body raise itself off of the gurney as she turned to catch up with her team.
Before Tanya could catch up with her team she felt a sharp stabbing pain in her shoulder. She instinctively turned her head around and saw the decaying body of the man that had been on the gurney with his rotten teeth sunk deep into her warm flesh. The thing had bitten clean through her green fatigues; thick red blood began to course down her shoulder as she let out a low scream.
Sam whipped around; he knew the scream that he had just heard the scream of intense fear and pain. He turned around just in time to see the gruesome scene that had unfolded in the small morgue. Sam saw Maurice, Alex, and Tony all in one swift movement draw their guns and fire a barrage of bullets towards the thing out of the corner of his eye. The round of fire splintered the zombie's skull, and it fell to its knees and then into an already formed puddle onto the ground. It didn't move again as its coagulated blood spilled across the floor. Maurice was the first one to Tanya. Thanks to the great marksmanship of the team she hadn't been hit once with even one stray bullet, but Sam knew that in a while she would wish one had.
Maurice kneeled down to his dying girlfriend who was lying on the floor. The end of her light blonde hair was soaked with blood from her shoulder and her dark eyes darted back and forth over his face as if she was panicked. The zombie must have dug incredibly deep into her, for the blood had already soaked down the entire left side of her fatigues.
"You're going to be fine," Maurice lied as he brought his eyes away from the wound and to her pleading eyes.
"You might be a great soldier, but you were never a great liar," Tanya said as she forced a smile onto her pained face.
"You have to be fine, because you have to be Mrs. Maurice Dupree," Maurice said quickly as he withdrew a small circular metallic object from the chest pocket on his fatigues.
Maurice had planned to give it to her next week when they left this little "camp." He had pulled a couple of strings and gotten one of the pilot's to go pick it up in town and fly it back a week ago. It had caused him probably more than he had, but he knew that it would be worth it.
Tanya couldn't even focus on the small diamond ring that Maurice held in his hand; her vision was too blurred. She knew she didn't have long to live after her vision started to falter. If what she had seen in the movies she would turn into one of those zombies before long. It would be better for one of her teammates to use one bullet now instead of having to use more than that and risk her biting one of them later she thought.
"You've been the best brother anyone could have, even if you weren't my full brother, and for that I love you," Tanya said in Tony's direction.
"I love you, now show me how much you love me," Tanya said as she handed Maurice the glistening magnum that was soaked with blood from her left hip.
"Don't ask me to do something that you know I can't do," Maurice said as he pushed the gun away from him.
"You do it or I will," She said leaving no room for negotiating.
"Maybe there's an anti-virus or something around here for it," Maurice pleaded.
Without warning a shot rang out, and a fresh wave of crimson blood began to emit itself from under Tanya's left shoulder. Her body stopped moving up and down from her breath and lay silent. Everything about her stopped glistening except the wedding ring that Maurice had placed on her hand moments before.
"What the hell did you do!" Maurice shouted angrily as he lunged for Sam.
"I'll fucking kill you," Tony said before jumping after Maurice onto Sam.
Sam fell to the ground, two sets of hands groping for his neck and throat. He had done what he had to do, and what had been asked of him. Now he would pay the price from both Tanya's brother and fiancé.
"Get off him now!" Alex shouted as she cocked her gun and focused it on the writhing pile of men.
Before any of the men could react the once motionless bodies of the dead began to awake. They began to shamble towards the three, and those that couldn't walk, crawled towards them leaving streaks of scarlet in their paths.
"Let's get the fuck out of here!" Alex shouted as she began to sprint for the door on the opposite wall.
The cold sound of Pierre's boots on the cold tile floor of the lobby resonated throughout the futuristic building. Umbrella had spent millions of dollars on this facility in particular to ensure that it would be a nice playground for the "elite" soldiers. It had even been staffed with people who didn't know that an "accidental" outbreak had been planned. Hundreds of staff members and scientist had been lost in the outbreak but from the report that Pierre had read that had mostly been reject medical doctors who liked to hear people scream.
No sooner had Pierre started up the steps than the distinctive crackle of his radio sounded loudly in his ear. Why Lord Spencer had specifically asked him to wear a radio to this mission was beyond his thinking. It would easily give away his position, not that it mattered since he would be able to hear any possible enemy before they got close enough to him.
"Dupree here," Pierre announced over the secure radio line.
"Dupree, the SOC has decided to join this battle. One of their ships has been located just outside of the coast of the island. We have reason to believe that one of the soldiers that is stationed there is a member of the SOC. You should find this man and use your expert skills to interrogate him, gather any information you can out of him and bring him to point B for evac to our headquarters. After you do this, return to your primary objectives. Do not let the other elite soldiers know that you are there before we want them to," a masculine voice crackled over the radio.
Pierre felt his face contort into what could pass for a smile as he thought about the SOC. He had been the one to send them the information about the testing that was going to take place on this island. It was American of them to try and send a lone operative in here to handle it, and then get caught off the coast with a ship. He silently rolled his stainless steal combat knife around his fingers as he climbed the spiraling glass stairs. Umbrella would pay for firing him, he would see to that. He would make them think twice before they messed with him again. He didn't really care if all of these elite soldiers lived or not as long as Umbrella fell. Hell he might as well have fun killing them before Umbrella found out about him. This would be fun for him, he thought as he turned the door handle.
Author's Note: A little too gory, a little to dramatic, a little to love oriented. I don't know, but I want you to tell me, so leave a review and tell me what you think.