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.
Resident Evil: Shattered Rainbow
by DarkSpade
Chapter 4 - Hiding in Plain Sight
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Colder than a walk-in fridge. As cold as a gun.
-Max Payne, upon entering Aesir Corporation's HQ.
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11:26a.m.
Rebecca looked around as she entered the lobby, half expecting alarms to start ringing and security guards to come swarming from everywhere. However no alarms went off and there appeared to be very little security. The other thing she noticed about the lobby was that it was so....normal. Rebecca hadn't expected to see test tubes containing Hunters or zombies roaming around the place but it looked like it could have been the lobby of any other corporate building in the world. The marble floor shined, the windows were spotless, and it had that sleek, soulless look shared by most large buildings of that type. The only thing that distinguished it from any other was the large Umbrella logo on the floor of the lobby.
"Rebecca. Come on." Barry's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
They both walked over to the nearest elevator, blending in with most of the other mid-level Umbrella beauracrats. Barry pressed the button to call the elevator and a few seconds later the metal doors slid open. Luckily it was empty. Barry and Rebecca stepped inside.
"So, where to?" asked Rebecca.
"Well, Carlos said the best place to try and access the system were the offices on the 16th and 17th floor" Barry answered.
"Sixteen it is" said Rebecca as she pushed the corresponding button, which lit up. The elevator started to rise. "So we just find an empty office where we can access the system, get what info we need and get out of here, right?"
"Prety much" Barry answered, "Except I'll be getting the info we need while you act as lookout."
"Lookout!? Why am I the lookout?"
"Beacuse I'll stick out like a sore thumb if I stand around in the hallway. If anybody asks you, you can say you're lost or it's your first day or something. And besides I'm pretty good on a computer, especially for an 'old' guy."
"Fine.I'll stand in the hall while you show off the skills you learned in your 'Hacking for Grandparents' class. I'll warn you if any zombies come shuffling past."
"Very funny." Barry remarked as the the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Both of them stepped out.
It was surprisingly quiet. There was a long hallway with doors on each side. Barry and Rebecca began walking down the hall to the left looking for a suitable empty office. All the doors were closed so they couldn't tell which were occupied and which were not. Suddenly a door opened behind them. They turned around and saw a man leaving his office and walking down the hall towards the elevator. He stepped inside. As soon as the door closed they both turned quickly and walked towards the man's office.
As they reached the door Barry took out the keycard and slid it down the card reader next to the door. They both held their breath until the light on the reader turned from red to green and the lock clicked open. Barry pushed the door open and saw a normal mid-sized office. The room contained a desk with a computer, a few piles of paperwork, pictures of family and friends and various other bits and pieces.
Rebecca handed the disk to Barry. "Try to hurry. The less time we have to spend in here the better."
"Don't worry. As soon as I find some hard evidence on Umbrella, we're gone." Barry reassured her. "If you see anybody coming just give me a warning."
"Understood." Rebecca closed the door as Barry walked over to desk and switched on the computer.
Outside, Rebecca waited tensely. She still hadn't seen anyone else in the hallway and she hoped it would stay that way. She had been standing there for less that five minutes when the sound of the elevator doors opening caught her attention.
"Barry, I think somebody is coming." Rebecca whispered through the door.
"Just act natural." came the muffled reply through the door.
"Okay." Rebecca turned to see the person exiting the elevator which caused her stomach to do a backflip. "Shit. Barry it's the guy from the office. Get out of there."
"Fuck. Rebecca, try to distract him or something" she heard through the door.
Rebecca didn't have time to respond. The man was drawing closer and closer. Her mind raced to think of something to stop him going into the office. Her mind was coming up blank.
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11:34a.m.
"I still dont feel right about this" said Leon. "I mean, we're sitting here in a little Irish pub while a few blocks away Barry and Rebecca are probably surrounded by a shitload of Umbrella security guards."
"Calm down, Leon." said Claire. "You know we can't all go charging into Umbrella. It's too dangerous."
"I know Claire. You're right. I just...I hate sitting here doing nothing." Leon explained.
"We're not doing nothing." said Chris from across the table. "We're the backup. If Barry and Rebecca get into some trouble and call us then we go in. Whether it's dangerous or not. That's why we're here."
"Why in a pub though?" asked Leon skeptically.
"Can you think of a better place for a group of people to sit around and talk and wait? And since it's an Irish pub most of the customers are either Irish, British or American tourists, which is what we want to look like. Besides, I hear they pull a nice pint of Guiness here." Chris grinned.
"Okay, I get it." said Leon, also smiling. "I suppose w-"
"Quiet!" Carlos interrupted looking at the television in the corner. "Excuse me." he asked the bartender. "Could you turn up the volume?" The bartender walked over to the tv and turned up the volume.
"Carlos, what is it?" asked Jill.
"It's the cafe." Carlos answered.
The tv was on the Sky News channel. The newsreader was in the middle of a report.
"...the incident occured at around 8.30 this morning outside this cafe." she said as video footage of the damaged restaurant was shown. "The investigation into Mr. Rimmer had been going on for several months and police believed that they finally had enough evidence to arrest him. One policeman was also seriously wounded in the shooting in addition to the two who were killed. before French police returned fire, killing the suspect. Police are also looking for this man, Carlos Olivera, who was seen talking with Rimmer shortly before the incident." A picture of Carlos appeared on the screen. "It is believed that he may have been involved in the shooting. In other news..."
Chris quickly scanned the pub. Nobody seemed to be paying attention to the television. "Okay, listen up." He said quietly to the others. "We get up and calmly walk out of here. I don't think anybody has recognised you yet, Carlos, but stay behind me and try not to look at anyone."
Carlos nodded.
The entire group got up almost simultaneously and walked quietly towards the exit and outside illiciting a few strange looks from the other customers. Fortunately none of them seemed to recognise Carlos.
"We have to get out of here" said Chris when they were out on the street."Leon, Claire, Carlos. Take the van. Jill and I will take the car. There's a car park two blocks away from Umbrella HQ. We'll meet up there in ten minutes and figure what to do next. Carlos. Stay in the back of the van."
The rest agreed and Claire, Leon and Carlos drove off while Chris and Jill got in the car.
"Why are things never easy." Chris thought as he twisted the key in the ignition, stepped on the accelerator and drove off after the van.
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11:34a.m.
"Can I help you, miss?" the man asked in French. He was in his late-twenties and had shotr brown hair.
Rebecca was still frozen and had no idea what the man had said anyway.
"Um, yeah....I-I don't really...." she stammered.
"English?" he asked.
"American." she answered.
"Ahh, I see." said the man in English. "You look a bit lost."
"Uh...yes! It's my first day. I was just transferred from the New York office. I'm still trying to find my way around. My name's Rebecca. Rebecca Williams."
"A pleasure to meet you Rebecca. I am Peter Deschamps. I was just going to the canteen for lunch. Would you care to join me? I would be happy to give you a tour of the building afterwards." he offered.
"Yes! That would be great. Let's go. I'm actually really hungry." said Rebecca.
"Terrific. I just need to get my wallet from my office." said Peter.
"What!? But that's really not necessary. Your giving me the grand tour, I should pay for lunch." she said, almost frantically.
"Nonsense. You are a guest in my country. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't treat a beautiful young lady like you to lunch on her first day? Anyway my office is right here. I'll just be a moment." he said as he slid his keycard through the lock.
Rebecca tried to protest as he opened the door but to no avail. She waited for the shouting and alarms to begin....but there was none. When she looked into the office it was empty and the computer was off. Peter went over to the desk and picked up his wallet.
He walked back out to Rebecca, closing the door behind him. "Let's go eat."
Inside the office Barry struggled to crawl out from under the desk, pushing the chair out of the way. He managed to stand up, then sat back down in the chair switching the computer back on. "Fucking piece of shit, tiny French desks" he muttered as he began typing again.
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That's chapter 4 done and in record time, I might add. At this rate I'll be done in no time.
Please read and review. You know you want to. ;)
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.
Resident Evil: Shattered Rainbow
by DarkSpade
Chapter 4 - Hiding in Plain Sight
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Colder than a walk-in fridge. As cold as a gun.
-Max Payne, upon entering Aesir Corporation's HQ.
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11:26a.m.
Rebecca looked around as she entered the lobby, half expecting alarms to start ringing and security guards to come swarming from everywhere. However no alarms went off and there appeared to be very little security. The other thing she noticed about the lobby was that it was so....normal. Rebecca hadn't expected to see test tubes containing Hunters or zombies roaming around the place but it looked like it could have been the lobby of any other corporate building in the world. The marble floor shined, the windows were spotless, and it had that sleek, soulless look shared by most large buildings of that type. The only thing that distinguished it from any other was the large Umbrella logo on the floor of the lobby.
"Rebecca. Come on." Barry's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
They both walked over to the nearest elevator, blending in with most of the other mid-level Umbrella beauracrats. Barry pressed the button to call the elevator and a few seconds later the metal doors slid open. Luckily it was empty. Barry and Rebecca stepped inside.
"So, where to?" asked Rebecca.
"Well, Carlos said the best place to try and access the system were the offices on the 16th and 17th floor" Barry answered.
"Sixteen it is" said Rebecca as she pushed the corresponding button, which lit up. The elevator started to rise. "So we just find an empty office where we can access the system, get what info we need and get out of here, right?"
"Prety much" Barry answered, "Except I'll be getting the info we need while you act as lookout."
"Lookout!? Why am I the lookout?"
"Beacuse I'll stick out like a sore thumb if I stand around in the hallway. If anybody asks you, you can say you're lost or it's your first day or something. And besides I'm pretty good on a computer, especially for an 'old' guy."
"Fine.I'll stand in the hall while you show off the skills you learned in your 'Hacking for Grandparents' class. I'll warn you if any zombies come shuffling past."
"Very funny." Barry remarked as the the elevator stopped and the doors slid open. Both of them stepped out.
It was surprisingly quiet. There was a long hallway with doors on each side. Barry and Rebecca began walking down the hall to the left looking for a suitable empty office. All the doors were closed so they couldn't tell which were occupied and which were not. Suddenly a door opened behind them. They turned around and saw a man leaving his office and walking down the hall towards the elevator. He stepped inside. As soon as the door closed they both turned quickly and walked towards the man's office.
As they reached the door Barry took out the keycard and slid it down the card reader next to the door. They both held their breath until the light on the reader turned from red to green and the lock clicked open. Barry pushed the door open and saw a normal mid-sized office. The room contained a desk with a computer, a few piles of paperwork, pictures of family and friends and various other bits and pieces.
Rebecca handed the disk to Barry. "Try to hurry. The less time we have to spend in here the better."
"Don't worry. As soon as I find some hard evidence on Umbrella, we're gone." Barry reassured her. "If you see anybody coming just give me a warning."
"Understood." Rebecca closed the door as Barry walked over to desk and switched on the computer.
Outside, Rebecca waited tensely. She still hadn't seen anyone else in the hallway and she hoped it would stay that way. She had been standing there for less that five minutes when the sound of the elevator doors opening caught her attention.
"Barry, I think somebody is coming." Rebecca whispered through the door.
"Just act natural." came the muffled reply through the door.
"Okay." Rebecca turned to see the person exiting the elevator which caused her stomach to do a backflip. "Shit. Barry it's the guy from the office. Get out of there."
"Fuck. Rebecca, try to distract him or something" she heard through the door.
Rebecca didn't have time to respond. The man was drawing closer and closer. Her mind raced to think of something to stop him going into the office. Her mind was coming up blank.
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11:34a.m.
"I still dont feel right about this" said Leon. "I mean, we're sitting here in a little Irish pub while a few blocks away Barry and Rebecca are probably surrounded by a shitload of Umbrella security guards."
"Calm down, Leon." said Claire. "You know we can't all go charging into Umbrella. It's too dangerous."
"I know Claire. You're right. I just...I hate sitting here doing nothing." Leon explained.
"We're not doing nothing." said Chris from across the table. "We're the backup. If Barry and Rebecca get into some trouble and call us then we go in. Whether it's dangerous or not. That's why we're here."
"Why in a pub though?" asked Leon skeptically.
"Can you think of a better place for a group of people to sit around and talk and wait? And since it's an Irish pub most of the customers are either Irish, British or American tourists, which is what we want to look like. Besides, I hear they pull a nice pint of Guiness here." Chris grinned.
"Okay, I get it." said Leon, also smiling. "I suppose w-"
"Quiet!" Carlos interrupted looking at the television in the corner. "Excuse me." he asked the bartender. "Could you turn up the volume?" The bartender walked over to the tv and turned up the volume.
"Carlos, what is it?" asked Jill.
"It's the cafe." Carlos answered.
The tv was on the Sky News channel. The newsreader was in the middle of a report.
"...the incident occured at around 8.30 this morning outside this cafe." she said as video footage of the damaged restaurant was shown. "The investigation into Mr. Rimmer had been going on for several months and police believed that they finally had enough evidence to arrest him. One policeman was also seriously wounded in the shooting in addition to the two who were killed. before French police returned fire, killing the suspect. Police are also looking for this man, Carlos Olivera, who was seen talking with Rimmer shortly before the incident." A picture of Carlos appeared on the screen. "It is believed that he may have been involved in the shooting. In other news..."
Chris quickly scanned the pub. Nobody seemed to be paying attention to the television. "Okay, listen up." He said quietly to the others. "We get up and calmly walk out of here. I don't think anybody has recognised you yet, Carlos, but stay behind me and try not to look at anyone."
Carlos nodded.
The entire group got up almost simultaneously and walked quietly towards the exit and outside illiciting a few strange looks from the other customers. Fortunately none of them seemed to recognise Carlos.
"We have to get out of here" said Chris when they were out on the street."Leon, Claire, Carlos. Take the van. Jill and I will take the car. There's a car park two blocks away from Umbrella HQ. We'll meet up there in ten minutes and figure what to do next. Carlos. Stay in the back of the van."
The rest agreed and Claire, Leon and Carlos drove off while Chris and Jill got in the car.
"Why are things never easy." Chris thought as he twisted the key in the ignition, stepped on the accelerator and drove off after the van.
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11:34a.m.
"Can I help you, miss?" the man asked in French. He was in his late-twenties and had shotr brown hair.
Rebecca was still frozen and had no idea what the man had said anyway.
"Um, yeah....I-I don't really...." she stammered.
"English?" he asked.
"American." she answered.
"Ahh, I see." said the man in English. "You look a bit lost."
"Uh...yes! It's my first day. I was just transferred from the New York office. I'm still trying to find my way around. My name's Rebecca. Rebecca Williams."
"A pleasure to meet you Rebecca. I am Peter Deschamps. I was just going to the canteen for lunch. Would you care to join me? I would be happy to give you a tour of the building afterwards." he offered.
"Yes! That would be great. Let's go. I'm actually really hungry." said Rebecca.
"Terrific. I just need to get my wallet from my office." said Peter.
"What!? But that's really not necessary. Your giving me the grand tour, I should pay for lunch." she said, almost frantically.
"Nonsense. You are a guest in my country. What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn't treat a beautiful young lady like you to lunch on her first day? Anyway my office is right here. I'll just be a moment." he said as he slid his keycard through the lock.
Rebecca tried to protest as he opened the door but to no avail. She waited for the shouting and alarms to begin....but there was none. When she looked into the office it was empty and the computer was off. Peter went over to the desk and picked up his wallet.
He walked back out to Rebecca, closing the door behind him. "Let's go eat."
Inside the office Barry struggled to crawl out from under the desk, pushing the chair out of the way. He managed to stand up, then sat back down in the chair switching the computer back on. "Fucking piece of shit, tiny French desks" he muttered as he began typing again.
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That's chapter 4 done and in record time, I might add. At this rate I'll be done in no time.
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