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. But you probably knew that by now.
Rated R for graphic violence, swearing and general zombiness.
Resident Evil: Shattered Rainbow
by DarkSpade
Chapter 7 - Secrets and Lies
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I always tell the truth. Even when I lie.
-Tony Montana, Scarface
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It had gone well, Chris thought. They hadn't even seen a police car since they left Umbrella HQ. But the hard part was going to be getting Peter into the house without anyone noticing. Chris was sure that the neighbours would think that something kind of strange was going on if they dragged a body from the van and brought it inside. To make it look a little less suspicious he decided to get Leon and Barry to carry the unconscious man upright between them.
"Okay, guys. It's the standard drunken Carlos operation." said Chris with a slight smirk. "You keep him standing upright and get him back in the house before anyone notices. Rebecca, you're going first. You get the door open then these two follow me up the path and through the door. Should only take a few seconds if we do it right."
Leon and Barry got ready as Rebecca stepped out of the van and walked up to the door. As soon as Chris had seen that Jill had opened the door he got out the drivers' side of the van and slid open the side door. Leon and Barry stepped out with Peter's unconscious body slumped between them. Leon grabbed the hair on the back of his head to keep it upright. They quickly walked through the door, past a very surprised looking Jill. They brought him into the kitchen where Carlos and Claire had been waiting.
"Who the fuck is that!?!" asked Carlos, getting up out of his chair.
"We have a guest" said Chris, as he moved a chair from the table over to the corner of the kitchen. "Jill, get my 'cuffs."
Leon and Barry put Peter down in the chair as Jill returned with the handcuffs and a length of rope. She threw the handcuffs to Chris who hancuffed his arms together behind the chair, while Jill tied his legs to the sturdy, wooden legs of the chair.
"This is Peter Deschamps, Umbrella Public Relations." said Rebecca.
"I wasn't able to get the information we need to expose Umbrella." said Barry. "But hopefully Mr. Deschamps will be able to help us with that."
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"My name is Tobias Reiper. I am staying in room 206." said the blonde haired man to the hotel receptionist.
"Yes, Mr. Reiper, how can I help you?" said the short, balding man behind the desk. He was already sweating despite the air conditioning in the hotel. He had been bothered by the blonde haired man since he had checked in this morning. There was something strange about him. He spoke very calmly, almost menacingly and he hadn't seen him take off his sunglasses once even when indoors.
"When I booked my hotel room I specifically asked for an east facing room. You gave me a room facing to the west."
"Yes. We were able to upgrade you to a room with a beautiful view of the Seine instead, Mr. Reiper." the receptionist, feeling slightly uneasy.
"I didn't ask for a view of the fucking river. I wanted a room facing east." said the man, his voice rising slightly. The receptionist thought he could almost see his eyes glowing red behind his sunglasses.
"Sir, there is no need to get angry. I'm sure we can find you another room that is more to your liking." The receptionist began typing quickly on the keyboard in front of him. "We have three east facing rooms available. One on the sixth floor, one on the thirteenth floor, and one on the twenty-second floor."
"I'll take the twenty-second floor."
"Very good, sir. That's room 2210. Here's your key." said the receptionist, eager to get rid of him. He handed him a keycard with the hotel's logo on it with the number 2210 beneath it. "I'll send someone up to help you move your luggage to your new room."
"That will not be necessary. I can carry my own bags."
The receptionist was about to argue until he saw what could only have been another glare from behind the man's sunglasses.
The blonde-haired man turned away from the desk and walked to the nearest elevator and got in finally allowing the receptionist to breathe a sigh of relief. The man got off at the second floor and went into room 206.
"Ada, get the bags. We're moving."
They both picked up several bags each before leaving the room and heading back to the elevator. They were alone in the elevator for the ride to the twenty-second floor.
"Do you really think this will work?" asked Ada, as soon as the doors closed. "There's going to be a lot of security inside."
"I'm not worried about that. Getting into the lab is the easy part. Getting out will be slightly more difficult but nothing I can't handle." he answered.
"But you know as well as I do that the board of directors are still going to be after us. Even if we got enough information to bury Umbrella they'll still have us killed." said Ada.
"I've thought of that. The only way to stop that....is fear. If I show that I can get to them a lot easier than they can get to me then they won't try a fucking thing. And as soon as I come back from the lab I'll show them why they should fear me."
The elevator doors opened a few seconds late and they stepped out into the hallway. Room 2210 was just a few doors away. It was almost identical to their original room except for one thing. The view. After dropping the bags on the bed, Albert Wesker walked to the door leading to the balcony and went outside.
Instead of a view of the river there were several high-rise office buildings close by. Wesker was only interested in one.
The building directly across from him which had the the red and white Umbrella logo outside it's entrance far below.
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"How is he, Rebecca?" asked Chris, walking back into the kitchen. Rebecca had just closed her medkit after examining Peter.
"He'll be fine." she answered. "He's going to have a massive bruise on the back of his neck and an even bigger headache when he wakes up."
"When will that be?"
"I can wake him up right now if you want. A glass of water in his face should do it." she answered.
"No." said Chris "I want us to be ready before we interrogate him." He walked into the living room. "Claire, get everyone down here."
Claire went upstairs to get the others who quicky followed her back down to the living room. Chris stood in the middle of the room while the others sat on the couch and armchairs.
Chris began. "Okay, were going to be interrogating our friend Mr. Deschamps in a moment. I'm thinking that we try good cop, bad cop on him."
"Good idea, Chris." said Barry from a tattered armchair in the corner. "As soon as he wakes up he's going to be disorientated and confused. If we can keep him like that we should be able to get him to answer our questions."
"But who's going to be good and who's going to be bad?" asked Leon from the couch.
"I thought you would have figured that out by now." teased Claire.
"This is how it's going to go. Rebecca, Claire and I go in first as 'good cops'. We wake him up and ask him a few questions, try to make him feel comfortable. After a few minutes, Barry, you come storming in looking very pissed of with Leon and Carlos right behind you and looking just as angry. Start asking him questions. He probably won't cooperate at first so try a few threats Then if he still doesn't talk you could try hitting him a couple of times, but don't overdo it."
"What about me?" asked Jill.
"Jill, you come in last. If Deschamps hasn't cracked by then it'll be tough getting him to talk. So if he doesn't talk to Barry, you come in looking friendly. Smiling sweetly and all that. After Barry's grilling if he sees a friendly young woman come in the door he'll probably expect another friendly chat. Don't give him one. Go in swinging and don't stop until he starts talking."
"So you want me to beat the crap out a guy tied to a chair?" asked Jill, who didn't look too impressed.
"It probably won't come to that but if you feel uncomfortable doing it you can switch with me. But I think it will be a lot more unexpected if it's coming from you." Chris reasoned. "I know none of you are happy about this, I know I'm not. But the reason we are in this situation is because of him...." he pointed to the kitchen "...and the people he works for. They put us in this situation. It's them or us. Either we bring down Umbrella or we all die. And the only way we can do that is with the information he knows. It's your choice."
Chris walked out of the room and went upstairs into the nearest bedroom. He sat down on the bed feeling exhausted. They had been on the run for too long. The strain was starting to show. He thought about how things had gotten so bad that he had to convince his friends to practically torture a prisoner, no, a hostage, he corrected himself. To make things worse he had a massive headache that never seemed to stop. He put his head in his hands and tried to make the pain go away, tried to think of what to do next.
He looked up to see Jill standing in the doorway holding a bottle of painkillers.
"Catch." she said, before throwing the bottle to him.
He caught it, looking surprised. "How-"
"You always get headaches when you haven't been sleeping. And it's been a while since you've had more that an hour or two of sleep at a time. That and the stress of plotting to bring down an evil multinational corporation." she added with a smile.
Chris smiled back. She could always make him smile even at times like this, he thought.
"I'll do it." said Jill, as Chris swallowed a few painkillers, washing them down with a bottle of mineral water. "The others have agreed as well. It could get messy but it's not like we have a choice. And if I have to pretend to be a psychotic bitch I'll just remember all the things you told me about Alexia."
That earned another grin. "Come on. We might as well get this over with now."
They both went back downstairs to join the others. Jill waited in the living room while Claire and Rebecca joined Chris in the kitchen.
Chris closed the door. "Rebecca wake him up."
Rebecca walked over to the sink and filled up a glass with water. She walked over to Peter and threw the water in his face, grinning happily. She noticed the strange looks she was geting from Chris and Claire.
"What? I've always wanted to do that." she explained.
After a few seconds Deschamps began to stir from unconsciousness.
Chris pulled a chair from the table and placed it backwards in front of Deschamps. He sat down facing Deschamps with his arms folded across the back of the chair.
Deschamps' eyes opened slowly and the first thing he noticed was Chris staring right at him.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Deschamps. My name is Chris Redfield."
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Next up is Deschamps interrogation and some surprises.
Keep reviewing. :)
This story is a crossover between Resident Evil and the Rainbow Six novel and games. But you probably knew that by now.
Rated R for graphic violence, swearing and general zombiness.
Resident Evil: Shattered Rainbow
by DarkSpade
Chapter 7 - Secrets and Lies
********************************************************
I always tell the truth. Even when I lie.
-Tony Montana, Scarface
********************************************************
It had gone well, Chris thought. They hadn't even seen a police car since they left Umbrella HQ. But the hard part was going to be getting Peter into the house without anyone noticing. Chris was sure that the neighbours would think that something kind of strange was going on if they dragged a body from the van and brought it inside. To make it look a little less suspicious he decided to get Leon and Barry to carry the unconscious man upright between them.
"Okay, guys. It's the standard drunken Carlos operation." said Chris with a slight smirk. "You keep him standing upright and get him back in the house before anyone notices. Rebecca, you're going first. You get the door open then these two follow me up the path and through the door. Should only take a few seconds if we do it right."
Leon and Barry got ready as Rebecca stepped out of the van and walked up to the door. As soon as Chris had seen that Jill had opened the door he got out the drivers' side of the van and slid open the side door. Leon and Barry stepped out with Peter's unconscious body slumped between them. Leon grabbed the hair on the back of his head to keep it upright. They quickly walked through the door, past a very surprised looking Jill. They brought him into the kitchen where Carlos and Claire had been waiting.
"Who the fuck is that!?!" asked Carlos, getting up out of his chair.
"We have a guest" said Chris, as he moved a chair from the table over to the corner of the kitchen. "Jill, get my 'cuffs."
Leon and Barry put Peter down in the chair as Jill returned with the handcuffs and a length of rope. She threw the handcuffs to Chris who hancuffed his arms together behind the chair, while Jill tied his legs to the sturdy, wooden legs of the chair.
"This is Peter Deschamps, Umbrella Public Relations." said Rebecca.
"I wasn't able to get the information we need to expose Umbrella." said Barry. "But hopefully Mr. Deschamps will be able to help us with that."
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"My name is Tobias Reiper. I am staying in room 206." said the blonde haired man to the hotel receptionist.
"Yes, Mr. Reiper, how can I help you?" said the short, balding man behind the desk. He was already sweating despite the air conditioning in the hotel. He had been bothered by the blonde haired man since he had checked in this morning. There was something strange about him. He spoke very calmly, almost menacingly and he hadn't seen him take off his sunglasses once even when indoors.
"When I booked my hotel room I specifically asked for an east facing room. You gave me a room facing to the west."
"Yes. We were able to upgrade you to a room with a beautiful view of the Seine instead, Mr. Reiper." the receptionist, feeling slightly uneasy.
"I didn't ask for a view of the fucking river. I wanted a room facing east." said the man, his voice rising slightly. The receptionist thought he could almost see his eyes glowing red behind his sunglasses.
"Sir, there is no need to get angry. I'm sure we can find you another room that is more to your liking." The receptionist began typing quickly on the keyboard in front of him. "We have three east facing rooms available. One on the sixth floor, one on the thirteenth floor, and one on the twenty-second floor."
"I'll take the twenty-second floor."
"Very good, sir. That's room 2210. Here's your key." said the receptionist, eager to get rid of him. He handed him a keycard with the hotel's logo on it with the number 2210 beneath it. "I'll send someone up to help you move your luggage to your new room."
"That will not be necessary. I can carry my own bags."
The receptionist was about to argue until he saw what could only have been another glare from behind the man's sunglasses.
The blonde-haired man turned away from the desk and walked to the nearest elevator and got in finally allowing the receptionist to breathe a sigh of relief. The man got off at the second floor and went into room 206.
"Ada, get the bags. We're moving."
They both picked up several bags each before leaving the room and heading back to the elevator. They were alone in the elevator for the ride to the twenty-second floor.
"Do you really think this will work?" asked Ada, as soon as the doors closed. "There's going to be a lot of security inside."
"I'm not worried about that. Getting into the lab is the easy part. Getting out will be slightly more difficult but nothing I can't handle." he answered.
"But you know as well as I do that the board of directors are still going to be after us. Even if we got enough information to bury Umbrella they'll still have us killed." said Ada.
"I've thought of that. The only way to stop that....is fear. If I show that I can get to them a lot easier than they can get to me then they won't try a fucking thing. And as soon as I come back from the lab I'll show them why they should fear me."
The elevator doors opened a few seconds late and they stepped out into the hallway. Room 2210 was just a few doors away. It was almost identical to their original room except for one thing. The view. After dropping the bags on the bed, Albert Wesker walked to the door leading to the balcony and went outside.
Instead of a view of the river there were several high-rise office buildings close by. Wesker was only interested in one.
The building directly across from him which had the the red and white Umbrella logo outside it's entrance far below.
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"How is he, Rebecca?" asked Chris, walking back into the kitchen. Rebecca had just closed her medkit after examining Peter.
"He'll be fine." she answered. "He's going to have a massive bruise on the back of his neck and an even bigger headache when he wakes up."
"When will that be?"
"I can wake him up right now if you want. A glass of water in his face should do it." she answered.
"No." said Chris "I want us to be ready before we interrogate him." He walked into the living room. "Claire, get everyone down here."
Claire went upstairs to get the others who quicky followed her back down to the living room. Chris stood in the middle of the room while the others sat on the couch and armchairs.
Chris began. "Okay, were going to be interrogating our friend Mr. Deschamps in a moment. I'm thinking that we try good cop, bad cop on him."
"Good idea, Chris." said Barry from a tattered armchair in the corner. "As soon as he wakes up he's going to be disorientated and confused. If we can keep him like that we should be able to get him to answer our questions."
"But who's going to be good and who's going to be bad?" asked Leon from the couch.
"I thought you would have figured that out by now." teased Claire.
"This is how it's going to go. Rebecca, Claire and I go in first as 'good cops'. We wake him up and ask him a few questions, try to make him feel comfortable. After a few minutes, Barry, you come storming in looking very pissed of with Leon and Carlos right behind you and looking just as angry. Start asking him questions. He probably won't cooperate at first so try a few threats Then if he still doesn't talk you could try hitting him a couple of times, but don't overdo it."
"What about me?" asked Jill.
"Jill, you come in last. If Deschamps hasn't cracked by then it'll be tough getting him to talk. So if he doesn't talk to Barry, you come in looking friendly. Smiling sweetly and all that. After Barry's grilling if he sees a friendly young woman come in the door he'll probably expect another friendly chat. Don't give him one. Go in swinging and don't stop until he starts talking."
"So you want me to beat the crap out a guy tied to a chair?" asked Jill, who didn't look too impressed.
"It probably won't come to that but if you feel uncomfortable doing it you can switch with me. But I think it will be a lot more unexpected if it's coming from you." Chris reasoned. "I know none of you are happy about this, I know I'm not. But the reason we are in this situation is because of him...." he pointed to the kitchen "...and the people he works for. They put us in this situation. It's them or us. Either we bring down Umbrella or we all die. And the only way we can do that is with the information he knows. It's your choice."
Chris walked out of the room and went upstairs into the nearest bedroom. He sat down on the bed feeling exhausted. They had been on the run for too long. The strain was starting to show. He thought about how things had gotten so bad that he had to convince his friends to practically torture a prisoner, no, a hostage, he corrected himself. To make things worse he had a massive headache that never seemed to stop. He put his head in his hands and tried to make the pain go away, tried to think of what to do next.
He looked up to see Jill standing in the doorway holding a bottle of painkillers.
"Catch." she said, before throwing the bottle to him.
He caught it, looking surprised. "How-"
"You always get headaches when you haven't been sleeping. And it's been a while since you've had more that an hour or two of sleep at a time. That and the stress of plotting to bring down an evil multinational corporation." she added with a smile.
Chris smiled back. She could always make him smile even at times like this, he thought.
"I'll do it." said Jill, as Chris swallowed a few painkillers, washing them down with a bottle of mineral water. "The others have agreed as well. It could get messy but it's not like we have a choice. And if I have to pretend to be a psychotic bitch I'll just remember all the things you told me about Alexia."
That earned another grin. "Come on. We might as well get this over with now."
They both went back downstairs to join the others. Jill waited in the living room while Claire and Rebecca joined Chris in the kitchen.
Chris closed the door. "Rebecca wake him up."
Rebecca walked over to the sink and filled up a glass with water. She walked over to Peter and threw the water in his face, grinning happily. She noticed the strange looks she was geting from Chris and Claire.
"What? I've always wanted to do that." she explained.
After a few seconds Deschamps began to stir from unconsciousness.
Chris pulled a chair from the table and placed it backwards in front of Deschamps. He sat down facing Deschamps with his arms folded across the back of the chair.
Deschamps' eyes opened slowly and the first thing he noticed was Chris staring right at him.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Deschamps. My name is Chris Redfield."
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Next up is Deschamps interrogation and some surprises.
Keep reviewing. :)