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**
Shakahnna: Thank's for my first review ever. And don't worry, I have big plans for Wesker. ;)
I should be able to update this story a lot more often now. I've just been so busy with college assignments for the last few months but things are starting to quiet down. But a few reviews will always help to speed the process along. ;)
Resident Evil: Shattered Rainbow
by DarkSpade
Chapter 3 - Rumors
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The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.
-Verbal Kint, The Usual Suspects
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9.49a.m.
Carlos kept going over the events in his mind as he was driving back to the safe-house. He checked his mirrors again to make sure that nobody was following him. **If Umbrella knows that we're here then we're in deep shit. I have to warn the others.**
He pulled out a mobile phone from his pocket and started to dial but got no response. He noticed that the screen was blank.
"Fucking batteries." he muttered bitterly as he stepped harder on the accellerator.
A few minutes later he pulled up outside the safe-house. He jumped out of the car and ran towards the front door. Jill had seen the car and was already standing in the doorway.
"Carlos. What happened?" she asked when she noticed the worried look in his eyes. She had seen that look before when she had been infected by the Nemesis back in Raccoon City.
"We were attacked. They killed Rimmer." Carlos answered as he walked past her into the living room where everyone was waiting.
"Was it Umbrella?" asked Barry.
"I dunno. Guys with guns. I didn't stick around long enough to find out who they were. But who else would be coming after us."
"They could have been after your friend." Rebecca said after a moment of silence.
"You could be right. They attacked as soon as Rimmer left the cafe. And the people he dealt with are usually not too friendly. Ordinary upstanding citizens dont have much use for fake passports and stuff. They probably didn't even notice me running out the back."
"Did you get the keycard from him?" asked Leon.
"Yeah. I got it. And the passwords for the computers." answered Carlos.
"Good." said Chris. "Barry, Rebecca, you leave in one hour."
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10:32a.m.
"Okay, gentlemen. Let's get down to business" Clark addressed the men sitting aroung the conference table.
Next to Clark sat Allistar Stanley, Clark's second-in-command. Next to him sat Team-1 and Team-2 leaders, Major Peter Covington and "simulated" Major Ding Chavez. Next was Tim Noonan, Rainbow's technical specialist. Next to him sat Dr. Paul Bellow, Rainbow's negotiator. Finally, sitting to the right of Clark, was Bill Tawney, Rainbow's Intel chief.
"Lets get the regular stuff out of the way. What's the status of your teams?"
"Sargent Burke is still suffering from a knee injury. He's out for at least two more weeks, sir. However, Team-1 can still deploy if necessary." Covington answered, with his distinctive British accent.
"Team-2 is ready to go, Mr. C." added Ding. "Dieter has fully recovered from his injury. He's only been back training for the last few days and he can run the five miles without breaking a sweat. I don't know how he does it."
"Good. Now that, that's out of the way, I'll begin." said Clark. "Approximately two hours ago two policemen were killed outside a cafe in Paris. Another officer was seriously wounded. This occured during the attempted arrest of a forger named David Rimmer who the French have had under surveillance for the past few weeks. After they witnessed him making a deal they moved in to arrest him. When they did Rimmer pulled a gun and started firing. The other officers returned fire killing Rimmer."
"So what does this have to do with us?" asked Tim Noonan.
"Rimmer had links to organised crime and also some terrorist organisations, mainly South American but some in Europe as well. We believe he has provided passports and other forged documents to several terrorist orginisations including the terrorists involved in the attack on the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York."
"Sounds like someone that the world can do without." said Ding, to the nodded agreement of everyone at the table.
"Well we might not have to deal with Mr. Rimmer anymore but we may have another problem." Clark continued. "The man Rimmer was meeting with escaped out the back of the cafe before the French could arrest him, however with the help of a waitress and the hidden CCTV camera in the cafe they were able to identify him. Bill."
Bill Tawney stood up and walked over to the computer on the far side of the room, stopping to switch on the overhead projector. The projector lit up the screen on the far wall, which everyone turned to face. Tawney started typing and brought up an image to the screen.
"This is Carlos Olivera. He's a mercenary-for-hire in South America. He has links to several groups of "freedom fighters" in Columbia and Ecuador. Not exactly terrorists but not too far off. This was until he was hired by the Umbrella Corporation about a year ago. As you all probably know, Umbrella is one of the world's largest pharmaceutical companies. They helped to contain the outbreak of the Ebola virus when Daryaei's men had tried to infect the United States a few years ago." Tawney explained.
John Clark remembered that all too well, especially since he and Ding had laser-guided the smart-bombs on to Dareayi's compound in Iran.
"Umbrella also helped the US government during the Raccoon City incident. They sent in several teams to rescue survivors. Olivera was in one of those teams. He was also one of only a handful of survivors ,out of a hundred thousand, who escaped the city before it was nuked. According to reports from the military manning the blockades he escaped with a local police officer named Jill Valentine. She was part of the local Special Tactics and Rescue Squad or S.T.A.R.S."
"I think I've heard of her." said Ding. "There were rumours that she could have been the first woman to join the Army Rangers but she ended up in Delta Force. I heard she left after a few months to join a special police unit. S.T.A.R.S, I guess."
"Yes, well." Tawney continued. "They were picked up by a helicopter a few minutes before the nuke hit. They managed to get far enough away from the blast and the EMP field. The authorities lost track of them in the confusion afterwards. There have been sightings of them here and there but nothing concrete."
"The CIA thinks that Valentine and other S.T.A.R.S members, who were also lucky enough to escape the city, had something to do with the outbreak." Clark continued the briefing. "This would normally have nothing to do with us, however, the S.T.A.R.S have their own ideas on who is to blame. A few months before the destruction of the city S.T.A.R.S was assigned to investigate a series of murders in Raccoon Forest supposedly carried out by a group cannibals. The S.T.A.R.S Bravo team were sent in first by helicopter. They went missing and the Alpha team went in after them. Out of thirteen, only five of them made it back alive, most of them from the Alpha team. Jill Valentine was one of them. The others were Chris Redfield, Barry Burton, Alpha team's pilot Brad Vickers and a rookie from Bravo team, Rebecca Chambers. Vickers supposedly died in Raccoon City but we think the rest are still alive. When they returned they claimed they were attacked by zombies and bio-engineered monsters created by the Umbrella Corporation at a secret research facility under an old mansion. According to their story they destroyed the facility. Of course, they were given a full psychiatric evaluation however the results were never released."
"And when shit started to happen in Raccoon City, they blamed it all on Umbrella." said Ding.
"That's right." Clark went on. "They had no evidence but they continued to investigate Umbrella even after the outbreak became severe. Since then there have been several terrorist attacks on Umbrella's research facilities. The CIA have linked them directly to the bombings of Umbrella buildings on an island in the Pacific and even a research base in Antarctica. They are all highly trained and very resourceful. They are by no means amatuers. They CIA also think that the ex-S.T.A.R.S may have behind the helicopter attack on Umbrella's headquarters in Paris which killed two security guards."
"Now that our friend Carlos has been spotted in Paris, I think they might be planning another surprise for Umbrella. At the moment most of this is circumstantial but I want everyone to stay ready just in case. There's something about this that doesn't feel right. Okay, that's it for now." Clark ended the briefing.
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11:20a.m.
The car was quiet on the ride to Umbrella HQ. Chris was driving, with Barry in the passenger seat and Rebecca in the back. Chris looked out the window at the busy streets of Paris and couldn't help but feel that they were in enemy territory.
"Okay, we're almost here." Chris announced. "Sure you have everything?"
"I'm sure. The keycard is right here. You could have bought a bit more expensive briefcase, Chris. We have to blend in. This thing looks like it's made of plastic" Darry complained.
"It'll do fine." Chris answered. "Rebecca, do you have the disk?"
"In my pocket" she answered. "It's not like I'm going to lose it."
Chris turned another corner and stopped outside the entrance to the building.
"If you guys get into any trouble call us. We're only two blocks away. I'll be back in an hour to pick you up."
Rebecca and Barry exited the car and Chris drove off quickly. They both stared up at the fourty story Umbrella Headquarters. In the centre of the stone courtyard in front of the building was a ten-foot high metal Umbrella logo, painted red and white.
"Let's go." said Barry after a few seconds.
They both began walking towards the entrance, into the heart of the enemy.
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I wrote a lot more than I had planned for this chapter. Anyway that's Chapter 3 done.
Please read & review.
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**
Shakahnna: Thank's for my first review ever. And don't worry, I have big plans for Wesker. ;)
I should be able to update this story a lot more often now. I've just been so busy with college assignments for the last few months but things are starting to quiet down. But a few reviews will always help to speed the process along. ;)
Resident Evil: Shattered Rainbow
by DarkSpade
Chapter 3 - Rumors
**************************************************************
The greatest trick the devil ever pulled was convincing the world he didn't exist.
-Verbal Kint, The Usual Suspects
**************************************************************
9.49a.m.
Carlos kept going over the events in his mind as he was driving back to the safe-house. He checked his mirrors again to make sure that nobody was following him. **If Umbrella knows that we're here then we're in deep shit. I have to warn the others.**
He pulled out a mobile phone from his pocket and started to dial but got no response. He noticed that the screen was blank.
"Fucking batteries." he muttered bitterly as he stepped harder on the accellerator.
A few minutes later he pulled up outside the safe-house. He jumped out of the car and ran towards the front door. Jill had seen the car and was already standing in the doorway.
"Carlos. What happened?" she asked when she noticed the worried look in his eyes. She had seen that look before when she had been infected by the Nemesis back in Raccoon City.
"We were attacked. They killed Rimmer." Carlos answered as he walked past her into the living room where everyone was waiting.
"Was it Umbrella?" asked Barry.
"I dunno. Guys with guns. I didn't stick around long enough to find out who they were. But who else would be coming after us."
"They could have been after your friend." Rebecca said after a moment of silence.
"You could be right. They attacked as soon as Rimmer left the cafe. And the people he dealt with are usually not too friendly. Ordinary upstanding citizens dont have much use for fake passports and stuff. They probably didn't even notice me running out the back."
"Did you get the keycard from him?" asked Leon.
"Yeah. I got it. And the passwords for the computers." answered Carlos.
"Good." said Chris. "Barry, Rebecca, you leave in one hour."
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10:32a.m.
"Okay, gentlemen. Let's get down to business" Clark addressed the men sitting aroung the conference table.
Next to Clark sat Allistar Stanley, Clark's second-in-command. Next to him sat Team-1 and Team-2 leaders, Major Peter Covington and "simulated" Major Ding Chavez. Next was Tim Noonan, Rainbow's technical specialist. Next to him sat Dr. Paul Bellow, Rainbow's negotiator. Finally, sitting to the right of Clark, was Bill Tawney, Rainbow's Intel chief.
"Lets get the regular stuff out of the way. What's the status of your teams?"
"Sargent Burke is still suffering from a knee injury. He's out for at least two more weeks, sir. However, Team-1 can still deploy if necessary." Covington answered, with his distinctive British accent.
"Team-2 is ready to go, Mr. C." added Ding. "Dieter has fully recovered from his injury. He's only been back training for the last few days and he can run the five miles without breaking a sweat. I don't know how he does it."
"Good. Now that, that's out of the way, I'll begin." said Clark. "Approximately two hours ago two policemen were killed outside a cafe in Paris. Another officer was seriously wounded. This occured during the attempted arrest of a forger named David Rimmer who the French have had under surveillance for the past few weeks. After they witnessed him making a deal they moved in to arrest him. When they did Rimmer pulled a gun and started firing. The other officers returned fire killing Rimmer."
"So what does this have to do with us?" asked Tim Noonan.
"Rimmer had links to organised crime and also some terrorist organisations, mainly South American but some in Europe as well. We believe he has provided passports and other forged documents to several terrorist orginisations including the terrorists involved in the attack on the Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York."
"Sounds like someone that the world can do without." said Ding, to the nodded agreement of everyone at the table.
"Well we might not have to deal with Mr. Rimmer anymore but we may have another problem." Clark continued. "The man Rimmer was meeting with escaped out the back of the cafe before the French could arrest him, however with the help of a waitress and the hidden CCTV camera in the cafe they were able to identify him. Bill."
Bill Tawney stood up and walked over to the computer on the far side of the room, stopping to switch on the overhead projector. The projector lit up the screen on the far wall, which everyone turned to face. Tawney started typing and brought up an image to the screen.
"This is Carlos Olivera. He's a mercenary-for-hire in South America. He has links to several groups of "freedom fighters" in Columbia and Ecuador. Not exactly terrorists but not too far off. This was until he was hired by the Umbrella Corporation about a year ago. As you all probably know, Umbrella is one of the world's largest pharmaceutical companies. They helped to contain the outbreak of the Ebola virus when Daryaei's men had tried to infect the United States a few years ago." Tawney explained.
John Clark remembered that all too well, especially since he and Ding had laser-guided the smart-bombs on to Dareayi's compound in Iran.
"Umbrella also helped the US government during the Raccoon City incident. They sent in several teams to rescue survivors. Olivera was in one of those teams. He was also one of only a handful of survivors ,out of a hundred thousand, who escaped the city before it was nuked. According to reports from the military manning the blockades he escaped with a local police officer named Jill Valentine. She was part of the local Special Tactics and Rescue Squad or S.T.A.R.S."
"I think I've heard of her." said Ding. "There were rumours that she could have been the first woman to join the Army Rangers but she ended up in Delta Force. I heard she left after a few months to join a special police unit. S.T.A.R.S, I guess."
"Yes, well." Tawney continued. "They were picked up by a helicopter a few minutes before the nuke hit. They managed to get far enough away from the blast and the EMP field. The authorities lost track of them in the confusion afterwards. There have been sightings of them here and there but nothing concrete."
"The CIA thinks that Valentine and other S.T.A.R.S members, who were also lucky enough to escape the city, had something to do with the outbreak." Clark continued the briefing. "This would normally have nothing to do with us, however, the S.T.A.R.S have their own ideas on who is to blame. A few months before the destruction of the city S.T.A.R.S was assigned to investigate a series of murders in Raccoon Forest supposedly carried out by a group cannibals. The S.T.A.R.S Bravo team were sent in first by helicopter. They went missing and the Alpha team went in after them. Out of thirteen, only five of them made it back alive, most of them from the Alpha team. Jill Valentine was one of them. The others were Chris Redfield, Barry Burton, Alpha team's pilot Brad Vickers and a rookie from Bravo team, Rebecca Chambers. Vickers supposedly died in Raccoon City but we think the rest are still alive. When they returned they claimed they were attacked by zombies and bio-engineered monsters created by the Umbrella Corporation at a secret research facility under an old mansion. According to their story they destroyed the facility. Of course, they were given a full psychiatric evaluation however the results were never released."
"And when shit started to happen in Raccoon City, they blamed it all on Umbrella." said Ding.
"That's right." Clark went on. "They had no evidence but they continued to investigate Umbrella even after the outbreak became severe. Since then there have been several terrorist attacks on Umbrella's research facilities. The CIA have linked them directly to the bombings of Umbrella buildings on an island in the Pacific and even a research base in Antarctica. They are all highly trained and very resourceful. They are by no means amatuers. They CIA also think that the ex-S.T.A.R.S may have behind the helicopter attack on Umbrella's headquarters in Paris which killed two security guards."
"Now that our friend Carlos has been spotted in Paris, I think they might be planning another surprise for Umbrella. At the moment most of this is circumstantial but I want everyone to stay ready just in case. There's something about this that doesn't feel right. Okay, that's it for now." Clark ended the briefing.
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11:20a.m.
The car was quiet on the ride to Umbrella HQ. Chris was driving, with Barry in the passenger seat and Rebecca in the back. Chris looked out the window at the busy streets of Paris and couldn't help but feel that they were in enemy territory.
"Okay, we're almost here." Chris announced. "Sure you have everything?"
"I'm sure. The keycard is right here. You could have bought a bit more expensive briefcase, Chris. We have to blend in. This thing looks like it's made of plastic" Darry complained.
"It'll do fine." Chris answered. "Rebecca, do you have the disk?"
"In my pocket" she answered. "It's not like I'm going to lose it."
Chris turned another corner and stopped outside the entrance to the building.
"If you guys get into any trouble call us. We're only two blocks away. I'll be back in an hour to pick you up."
Rebecca and Barry exited the car and Chris drove off quickly. They both stared up at the fourty story Umbrella Headquarters. In the centre of the stone courtyard in front of the building was a ten-foot high metal Umbrella logo, painted red and white.
"Let's go." said Barry after a few seconds.
They both began walking towards the entrance, into the heart of the enemy.
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I wrote a lot more than I had planned for this chapter. Anyway that's Chapter 3 done.
Please read & review.