Stuff to prevent my ass from getting sued a.k.a. Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story. All Resident Evil characters are owned by Capcom, all Rainbow Six characters are owned by Tom Clancy......for now.
This story is a crossover between Resident Evil and the Rainbow Six novel and games. Mostly Resident Evil.
Rated R for graphic violence, swearing and general zombiness.
**Sentences in asteriks' represent characters' thoughts**
Resident Evil: Shattered Rainbow
by DarkSpade
Chapter 2 - Old Friends, New Problems
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One of us has been drinking, and I'm sad to say it isn't me.
-Allen Francis Doyle, Angel
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January 14th
8.32 a.m.
"This is a really bad idea" said Barry as he straightened his tie and examined himself in the mirror. He saw a clean-shaven middle-aged man with grey hair. "The suit fits but I still think they'll see right through us as soon as we walk in the door. Somebody there will recognise us."
"Barry, I don't even recognise you. If Jill hadn't joined Delta Force she would have made a great hairdresser." Chris chuckled at the thought. "Once she's finished with Rebecca we'll go over the plan again."
"I think he has a point" said Claire "The last time I was at Umbrella's Headquarters the security was tight and after Raccoon, Antarctica and Rockfort Island they must have increased their security."
"That's why we're sending in Barry and Rebecca first. We can discuss this when everyone is here." Chris looked over at the clock. **Carlos should be back by now.**
Upstairs, Rebecca was also checking out her new look in the mirror. She wore a women's business suit with skirt. "I like it." she declared. "I didn't think the blonde hair would suit me but it actually looks okay."
"Yeah, it makes you look a lot older" said Jill.
"Thanks a lot!"
"You know what I mean. Older than nineteen. Here put these glasses on as well. The less you look like you the better your chances are. If you or Barry get recognised and captured then it will make things a hell of a lot more complicated."
Rebecca took the glasses and put them on. "How do I look now?" she asked.
"Perfect" answered Jill. "Let's go and see how Barry's doing."
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8:20 a.m.
Carlos checked his watch again then ordered his third cup of coffee. Rimmer was already twenty minutes late. He started reading the sports section of his newspaper **Another ten minutes then I'm outta here.** The waitress came bace a minute later with his coffee.
"Merci." said Carlos, as the door of the cafe opened. A fairly ordinary looking man walked in. He had brown hair and blue eyes. The type of person you'd pass in the street and not give a second thought to. Carlos stood up to greet the man.
"Good to see you Rimmer" he said as they shook hands "It's been a while."
"Yes, it has" he answered with a British accent, as they both sat down. Rimmer ordered a cup of tea. "Sorry i'm late but things have been rather hectic lately. I had to make sure I wasn't followed. The French are really starting to clamp down on my business. Speaking of which, do you have the money?"
"€1,500 right here." Carlos took a brown envelope out of his pocket and placed it on the table. Rimmer pocketed the envelope without opening it.
"I hope you know how big of a favour I am doing for you. This cost me a lot more than €1,500. After this we are even. I don't owe you anything anymore. Agreed?"
"Absolutely" answered Carlos.
Rimmer reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small yellow keycard with the Umbrella logo on it and a floppy disk He handed the keycard to Carlos who examined it closely.
"That will give you mid-level access to Umbrella Headquarters. It won't get you in to any of the high-security areas but it will work in most areas of the building. It's the best I can do at short notice." explained Rimmer. "And this " he said, while holding up the disk "contains usernames and passwords that will get you into Umbrella's computer network. Of course it only works on computers inside the building. They change passwords weekly but those should be valid for another four or five days."
"Thanks Rimmer." said Carlos as he took the disk "You have no idea how much this is going to help."
"Well, Carlos. Whatever it is you are up to, be careful. Umbrella's security is first rate. I wouldn't be surprised if they had some ex-CIA or NSA working there." He rose to leave and again they shook hands. "Good luck, Carlos." **You'll need it.**
Rimmer dropped €20 on the table to pay for the drinks and a decent tip. He turned and walked out the door of the cafe. Carlos put the disk and keycard into his pocket and went back to reading his newspaper.
As soon as Rimmer left the cafe Carlos heard the squeal of brakes outside. He look up and saw that two black cars has pulled up outside. Four men jumped out of each car and began to draw their guns. **Fuck** Carlos looked at Rimmer who had already drawn a gun from seemingly nowhere and was aiming at the first car.
Before he heard the first shot, Carlos instinctively knocked the table over and ducked behind it. "Get down" he yelled at the waitress. A second later he heard the first shot, then a second, and a third. Then he heard a barrage of gunfire which shattered the windows at the front of the cafe, showering the floor with pieces of glass.
Then almost as soon as the gunfire had started, it stopped. Carlos peeked out from behind the table and saw Rimmer's body a few feet away. The impact of the bullets had thrown him back through the glass door of the cafe. Carlos could see that he was already dead. The gunshot wounds to his head and chest were already starting to form a pool of blood on the tiled floor of the cafe.
**Motherfuckers. I have to get the hell out of here. Why didn't I bring a gun?**
Carlos spotted the door to the cafe's kitchen was open. He kept low as he ran past the waitress through the door. He heard the men shouting something in French as they burst into the restaurant. Carlos ran through the kitchen and out the emergency exit into an alley without slowing down. He ran to the end of the alley and emerged around the corner of the cafe. He took a second to catch his breath then calmly started walking in the opposite direction of the cafe.
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9:04 a.m.
Hereford, England
"Good morning, Mr. Clark."
"Morning, Helen" Clark replied. "How are things this morning?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Everywhere seems to be fairly quiet, General. No incidents of terrorist activities" she answered.
"Thanks Helen. I'll be in my office."
Clark entered the office and sat down at his desk. He turned on his computer and got ready for another exciting day of paperwork. After ten minutes of depressing, boring paperwork he decided to go down to the shooting range and check on his men. **At least there are benefits when you're the boss.**
He left the office and saw Rainbow's Intelligence chief, Bill Tawney, in the hallway.
"John. I was just coming to see you. Three police officers were shot outside a cafe in Paris. Two dead, one seriously injured. We dont know much yet but it could bet a terrorist attack." he explained quickly.
"Okay, Bill. Organise a meeting at 10:30. This will probably turn out to be nothing but I wan't to be ready just in case. It's not like there is much else to do around here anyway."
"Yes, sir."
Clark turned around and went back to his office.
"Helen, is Allistar in yet?"
"Not yet, General. He should be here by 9:30." she answered.
"Send him in to see me as soon as he arrives."
**Mabye today won't be as boring as I thought**
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That's Chapter 2 done. More to come soon.
Please R&R.
This story is a crossover between Resident Evil and the Rainbow Six novel and games. Mostly Resident Evil.
Rated R for graphic violence, swearing and general zombiness.
**Sentences in asteriks' represent characters' thoughts**
Resident Evil: Shattered Rainbow
by DarkSpade
Chapter 2 - Old Friends, New Problems
*********************************************
One of us has been drinking, and I'm sad to say it isn't me.
-Allen Francis Doyle, Angel
*********************************************
January 14th
8.32 a.m.
"This is a really bad idea" said Barry as he straightened his tie and examined himself in the mirror. He saw a clean-shaven middle-aged man with grey hair. "The suit fits but I still think they'll see right through us as soon as we walk in the door. Somebody there will recognise us."
"Barry, I don't even recognise you. If Jill hadn't joined Delta Force she would have made a great hairdresser." Chris chuckled at the thought. "Once she's finished with Rebecca we'll go over the plan again."
"I think he has a point" said Claire "The last time I was at Umbrella's Headquarters the security was tight and after Raccoon, Antarctica and Rockfort Island they must have increased their security."
"That's why we're sending in Barry and Rebecca first. We can discuss this when everyone is here." Chris looked over at the clock. **Carlos should be back by now.**
Upstairs, Rebecca was also checking out her new look in the mirror. She wore a women's business suit with skirt. "I like it." she declared. "I didn't think the blonde hair would suit me but it actually looks okay."
"Yeah, it makes you look a lot older" said Jill.
"Thanks a lot!"
"You know what I mean. Older than nineteen. Here put these glasses on as well. The less you look like you the better your chances are. If you or Barry get recognised and captured then it will make things a hell of a lot more complicated."
Rebecca took the glasses and put them on. "How do I look now?" she asked.
"Perfect" answered Jill. "Let's go and see how Barry's doing."
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8:20 a.m.
Carlos checked his watch again then ordered his third cup of coffee. Rimmer was already twenty minutes late. He started reading the sports section of his newspaper **Another ten minutes then I'm outta here.** The waitress came bace a minute later with his coffee.
"Merci." said Carlos, as the door of the cafe opened. A fairly ordinary looking man walked in. He had brown hair and blue eyes. The type of person you'd pass in the street and not give a second thought to. Carlos stood up to greet the man.
"Good to see you Rimmer" he said as they shook hands "It's been a while."
"Yes, it has" he answered with a British accent, as they both sat down. Rimmer ordered a cup of tea. "Sorry i'm late but things have been rather hectic lately. I had to make sure I wasn't followed. The French are really starting to clamp down on my business. Speaking of which, do you have the money?"
"€1,500 right here." Carlos took a brown envelope out of his pocket and placed it on the table. Rimmer pocketed the envelope without opening it.
"I hope you know how big of a favour I am doing for you. This cost me a lot more than €1,500. After this we are even. I don't owe you anything anymore. Agreed?"
"Absolutely" answered Carlos.
Rimmer reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a small yellow keycard with the Umbrella logo on it and a floppy disk He handed the keycard to Carlos who examined it closely.
"That will give you mid-level access to Umbrella Headquarters. It won't get you in to any of the high-security areas but it will work in most areas of the building. It's the best I can do at short notice." explained Rimmer. "And this " he said, while holding up the disk "contains usernames and passwords that will get you into Umbrella's computer network. Of course it only works on computers inside the building. They change passwords weekly but those should be valid for another four or five days."
"Thanks Rimmer." said Carlos as he took the disk "You have no idea how much this is going to help."
"Well, Carlos. Whatever it is you are up to, be careful. Umbrella's security is first rate. I wouldn't be surprised if they had some ex-CIA or NSA working there." He rose to leave and again they shook hands. "Good luck, Carlos." **You'll need it.**
Rimmer dropped €20 on the table to pay for the drinks and a decent tip. He turned and walked out the door of the cafe. Carlos put the disk and keycard into his pocket and went back to reading his newspaper.
As soon as Rimmer left the cafe Carlos heard the squeal of brakes outside. He look up and saw that two black cars has pulled up outside. Four men jumped out of each car and began to draw their guns. **Fuck** Carlos looked at Rimmer who had already drawn a gun from seemingly nowhere and was aiming at the first car.
Before he heard the first shot, Carlos instinctively knocked the table over and ducked behind it. "Get down" he yelled at the waitress. A second later he heard the first shot, then a second, and a third. Then he heard a barrage of gunfire which shattered the windows at the front of the cafe, showering the floor with pieces of glass.
Then almost as soon as the gunfire had started, it stopped. Carlos peeked out from behind the table and saw Rimmer's body a few feet away. The impact of the bullets had thrown him back through the glass door of the cafe. Carlos could see that he was already dead. The gunshot wounds to his head and chest were already starting to form a pool of blood on the tiled floor of the cafe.
**Motherfuckers. I have to get the hell out of here. Why didn't I bring a gun?**
Carlos spotted the door to the cafe's kitchen was open. He kept low as he ran past the waitress through the door. He heard the men shouting something in French as they burst into the restaurant. Carlos ran through the kitchen and out the emergency exit into an alley without slowing down. He ran to the end of the alley and emerged around the corner of the cafe. He took a second to catch his breath then calmly started walking in the opposite direction of the cafe.
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9:04 a.m.
Hereford, England
"Good morning, Mr. Clark."
"Morning, Helen" Clark replied. "How are things this morning?" he asked, already knowing the answer.
"Everywhere seems to be fairly quiet, General. No incidents of terrorist activities" she answered.
"Thanks Helen. I'll be in my office."
Clark entered the office and sat down at his desk. He turned on his computer and got ready for another exciting day of paperwork. After ten minutes of depressing, boring paperwork he decided to go down to the shooting range and check on his men. **At least there are benefits when you're the boss.**
He left the office and saw Rainbow's Intelligence chief, Bill Tawney, in the hallway.
"John. I was just coming to see you. Three police officers were shot outside a cafe in Paris. Two dead, one seriously injured. We dont know much yet but it could bet a terrorist attack." he explained quickly.
"Okay, Bill. Organise a meeting at 10:30. This will probably turn out to be nothing but I wan't to be ready just in case. It's not like there is much else to do around here anyway."
"Yes, sir."
Clark turned around and went back to his office.
"Helen, is Allistar in yet?"
"Not yet, General. He should be here by 9:30." she answered.
"Send him in to see me as soon as he arrives."
**Mabye today won't be as boring as I thought**
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That's Chapter 2 done. More to come soon.
Please R&R.