Don't own a thing.
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 8 - Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges (In Time of War the Law Falls Silent)
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Beware the fury of a patient man.
-John Dryden
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Deschamps was still trying to make sense of what was going on when he heard the name 'Redfield'. He was dimly aware that it was familiar. The girl! The one who had infiltrated Headquarters a few months ago. Claire Redfield. Security had been way too overzealous in dealing with her, destroying most of the east wing of the second floor. The girl had also caused a lot of damage. It had been a nightmare trying to keep the media out of it.
But it wasn't her who was staring at him. It was a man. Deschamps was almost completly conscious now and was starting to get worried. He couldn't move. Who was this man sitting in front of him? He's haid his name a second ago. Kevin? Keith? Chris! That was it. Chris......Redfield!!!
Everything clicked into place. "Chris Redfield? From the STARS unit in Raccoon Ci-." Deschamps stopped himself but realised he had already said too much.
"That's right Mr. Deschamps. From Raccoon City. The city Umbrella destroyed. I'm glad to see you are so knowledegeble. We have a lot of questions to ask you." said Chris, without taking his eyes off him.
Deschampes took a quick look around the room, wincing as he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. He tried to move his hands to rub it but he couldn't break free from the handcuffs. He noticed the two other women in the room. Sitting down at the table was the younger Redfield, Claire. He saw Rebecca standing over at the sink, all of them staring intently at him.
"Rebecca? You did this? Why are you helping these people?" he asked.
"I guess you weren't told about all of us. My name is not Williams, it's Chambers. Rebecca Chambers, STARS Bravo Team." said Rebecca.
"Told what about you? What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what we're talking about. STARS, Umbrella, Raccoon City, the T-Virus!" said Claire, getting up out of her chair. "You know all about it because it's people like you who cover it up!"
"I can assure you, Ms. Redfield, that I have no idea what this is all about. I work in public relations for Umbrella. My work may involve putting a positive media spin on some of our products' side affects but there have never been any cover-ups or things like that."
"Yeah, right......and when did I say my name was Redfield?" asked Claire, after a short pause.
"Well, I...uh...you just look....so much like your brother here." Deschamps answered, with some hesitation.
"Bullshit." said Chris. "You know a lot more about us than you're letting on." Deschamps was looking back at Chris again. "Anyway, it doesen't matter. I don't care what you know about us. I only care about what you know about Umbrella. More speciffically, access codes to the underground labs and everything you know about the security system."
"And what would I know about the security system...or the labs. You already know that I work in PR, not security or R&D. Whatever you people are up to you're going to have to find someone else to help you. I don't know a thing."
"We've had a little time to do some checking up on you while you had your nap." Chris continued calmly. "According to your personnel file you've worked for Umbrella for eight years. Recruited just after you graduated from the University of Paris with a degree in biochemistry. You were a junior researcher for Umbrella for five years before transferring to the public relations department three years ago. I'm sure that there are a lot of interesting things you can tell us."
"So, I used to work in the labs. It doesen't mean anything. The security codes have probably been changes a dozen times since then. Besides you'd need more than th-" Deschamps stopped himself again.
"More than what?" asked Rebecca. "The passcodes? We'll need something else other than the codes?"
Deschamps remained silent.
"You seem to know more than a little about the security system. I assume you still talk with your colleagues down in the labs, probably help out with some of the expirements on occasion. I wan't to know how to get into that lab." said Chris, his voice beginning to rise.
The room fell silent. Deschamps was completely ignoring Chris now.
Outside in the hall the rest of the STARS were listening intently.
"This is going nowhere." said Jill. "I think you guys should go in now. If he doesen't break soon I'll come in after you and see what I can do."
"Got it." said Barry. "But if we cant get him to talk then it's gonna be tough for anyone to do it." He opened the door and walked into the kitchen followed by Leon and Carlos.
The others in the kitchen turned around when they heard the door opening. Deschamps began to look a lot less composed when he saw the imposing figure of Barry coming towards him. He remembered walking past the man in the Umbrella car park before blacking out and waking up here. Leon and Carlos were looking equally menacing, Leon deciding to bring his baseball bat in with him for added effect.
"So what has this asshole told us so far?" asked Barry already aware of the answer.
"Not a thing." replied Chris. "I think he knows how to get into the lab but he won't tell us how."
"Then mabye I should ask him." said Barry, leaning down until he was only inches away from Deschamps' face.
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Allistar Stanley walked into Clark's office. "You wanted to see me, John?"
"Allister, yes. I wan't to set up another briefing for both teams. There's been another sighting of the STARS in Paris. A tourist in a bar recognised Carlos Olivera from a news report. He was leaving with a group of people when he was spotted. He was gone before the French police got there but they were able to identify who he was with from the CCTV cameras on the streets."
"Were the police able to find out anything else?" asked Stanley.
"No, nothing. Anyway, the pub they were spotted in....it's about fifty yards down the road from Umbrella Inc. They're definitely getting ready for something. I have a feeling that we're going to me visiting Paris within the next few days and I want to be ready to deal with them. We'll have the briefing in around an hour."
"I'll have it set up by six." said Stanley, before turning around to leave.
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Barry was beginning to run out of idea's. He had tried every method of intimidation he could think of to get Deschamps to talk. The longer it went on, the more defiant Deschamps seemed to get. He had eventually resorted to hitting him a few times, although not nearly as hard as he could have. It didn't help, it only served to strengthen Deschamps resolve.He was about ready to give up but decided to try one more thing.
" Leon, give me the bat." said Barry. That caught Deschamps' attention, he noticed. Leon handed it to him.
"Thumbs or kneecaps?" asked Barry.
"What? What do you mean?" asked Deschamps, becoming agitated.
"I mean, what do you want broken first, thumbs or kneecaps?"
Deschamps looked around the kitchen to see if anyone was going to stop this. Rebecca looked shocked by the threat but made no move to interfere. Claire was also surprised but also remained sitting at the table. Leon and Carlos looked a little unsure but said nothing. Chris remained leaning against the wall, his face impassive, unreadable.
Deschamps looked back at Barry, meeting his gaze. He noticed the look of hesitance there. He knew that he wouldn't actually do it, it was just another empty threat.
He actually began to laugh when Barry lowered the bat. "Very scary, I'm sure it frightens your kids."
Jill had still been listening outside the door and decided it was time for her to go in. She opened the door quietly and went in. Barry was still standing in front of Deschamps with the baseball bat at his side.
"Barry, take a seat." she said softly. "You two as well." she nodded to Carlos and Leon. The three men went over to the table and sat down, leaving Deschamps alone, tied to a chair in the middle of the kitchen. He was still grinning.
"I'm not even going to ask." said Jill. "You know what we want to know. Tell me, now."
Deschamps continued grinning until Jill swung at his head. The crushing blow connected with his left cheekbone, snapping his head to the side. Jill winced, clutching at her fist as Deschamps recovered. To everyone's surprise he began laughing again.
"It will take more that a few-" he was interrupted by another punch which connected with his jaw. It wasn't as strong as the first but Jill was still hitting harder than most men. And Deschamps was still saying nothing.
"Do you really think I'll tell you anything. I know who you are. You're police officers, you won't do anything which could really hurt me. You think I can't take a few punches without breaking down and crying like a child. You have no fucking idea who you are dealing with" he gloated.
"Okay, I've had enough of this shit." said Chris, his anger growing. He quickly walked across the room to Deschamps, while drawing his Beretta from it's holster. In one fluid motion, he rammed the butt of the gun into Deschampes' nose. The force of the blow knocked the chair over with Deschampes in it, blood spurting from his nose. The rest of the group looked on in astonishment.
"Chris!?! What are yo-" Rebecca began.
"Shut the fuck up, Rebecca!!!" Chris said, as he knelt down, with one knee over Deschamps chest and pointed the gun directly at his left eye. "Now you're going to tell me what I wan't to know. NOW!! How do we get into the lab?"
"Chris, have you fucking lost it!?!" said Carlos, seeing the hurt look in Rebecca's eyes. "He doesn't know anything, he would have told us by now!"
Chris ignored him."TELL ME!" he practically screamed at Deschamps.
"Alright! I'll tell you! Deschamps managed to splutter in spite of the terror he felt and the heavy weight on his chest. "You'll need two things."
Chris removed his knee off Deschamps' bloodstained shirt and stood up, although he kept the gun aimed at his head. "Keep talking."
"You'll need a keycard. Security Level Blue or above. Of course only Level Gold is higher than Blue. Neither will be easy to get. You'll also need a passcode, which is unique to each card and is only known by the employee who owns the card."
"What about the Gold keycards. Where can we get one of them."
"The only people with Level Gold clearance are the board of directors and the head of research and development down in the labs. Probably the head of security too."
"How much security is down there?" asked Chris. The others had moved closer to hear what Deschamps was saying.
"At least thirty guards over the four sub-levels of the lab, over a hundred throughout the building."
"Where is the security controlled from?"
"The security control station is on sub-level three just above the labs." answered Deschamps. Chris had already known that from the map of the labs that Barry had recovered from Umbrella but he wanted to see if Deschamps was telling the truth. He was.
"My keycard will get you into the security control. You'll be able to access the lab through there if you can get your hands on a blue keycard. The only other door into the labs is on sub-level four. Now, let me go. I've told you everything."
"What about this board meeting you told Rebecca about?" asked Chris, still keeping his gun trained on Deschamps.
"I've only heard rumors. They are supposed to be meeting tonight discuss whether or not the head researecher should be replaced. That's all I know about it, I swear."
"When does this meeting start?" asked Chris.
"Around eight this evening in the main conference room." answered Deschamps. a small stream of blood still trickling from his nose.
"Kinda late for a board meeting, isn't it?" Carlos said.
"Not really." explained Deschamps. "Most of the board members are very busy during the day. So the important meetings are held during the evening when everyone is available."
There was a moment of silence in the room.
"Chris, that's enough for now. Put the gun away." said Claire gently.
Chris paused for a second but finally lowered the gun and replaced it in the holster. Deschamps looked visibly relieved when Chris turned around and walked out of the room.
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Well that took longer than I expected. Problems with my PC didn't help things either. :(
However all is well now and i should have Chapter 9 out a lot quicker.
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 8 - Inter Arma Enim Silent Leges (In Time of War the Law Falls Silent)
****************************
Beware the fury of a patient man.
-John Dryden
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Deschamps was still trying to make sense of what was going on when he heard the name 'Redfield'. He was dimly aware that it was familiar. The girl! The one who had infiltrated Headquarters a few months ago. Claire Redfield. Security had been way too overzealous in dealing with her, destroying most of the east wing of the second floor. The girl had also caused a lot of damage. It had been a nightmare trying to keep the media out of it.
But it wasn't her who was staring at him. It was a man. Deschamps was almost completly conscious now and was starting to get worried. He couldn't move. Who was this man sitting in front of him? He's haid his name a second ago. Kevin? Keith? Chris! That was it. Chris......Redfield!!!
Everything clicked into place. "Chris Redfield? From the STARS unit in Raccoon Ci-." Deschamps stopped himself but realised he had already said too much.
"That's right Mr. Deschamps. From Raccoon City. The city Umbrella destroyed. I'm glad to see you are so knowledegeble. We have a lot of questions to ask you." said Chris, without taking his eyes off him.
Deschampes took a quick look around the room, wincing as he felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck. He tried to move his hands to rub it but he couldn't break free from the handcuffs. He noticed the two other women in the room. Sitting down at the table was the younger Redfield, Claire. He saw Rebecca standing over at the sink, all of them staring intently at him.
"Rebecca? You did this? Why are you helping these people?" he asked.
"I guess you weren't told about all of us. My name is not Williams, it's Chambers. Rebecca Chambers, STARS Bravo Team." said Rebecca.
"Told what about you? What are you talking about?"
"You know exactly what we're talking about. STARS, Umbrella, Raccoon City, the T-Virus!" said Claire, getting up out of her chair. "You know all about it because it's people like you who cover it up!"
"I can assure you, Ms. Redfield, that I have no idea what this is all about. I work in public relations for Umbrella. My work may involve putting a positive media spin on some of our products' side affects but there have never been any cover-ups or things like that."
"Yeah, right......and when did I say my name was Redfield?" asked Claire, after a short pause.
"Well, I...uh...you just look....so much like your brother here." Deschamps answered, with some hesitation.
"Bullshit." said Chris. "You know a lot more about us than you're letting on." Deschamps was looking back at Chris again. "Anyway, it doesen't matter. I don't care what you know about us. I only care about what you know about Umbrella. More speciffically, access codes to the underground labs and everything you know about the security system."
"And what would I know about the security system...or the labs. You already know that I work in PR, not security or R&D. Whatever you people are up to you're going to have to find someone else to help you. I don't know a thing."
"We've had a little time to do some checking up on you while you had your nap." Chris continued calmly. "According to your personnel file you've worked for Umbrella for eight years. Recruited just after you graduated from the University of Paris with a degree in biochemistry. You were a junior researcher for Umbrella for five years before transferring to the public relations department three years ago. I'm sure that there are a lot of interesting things you can tell us."
"So, I used to work in the labs. It doesen't mean anything. The security codes have probably been changes a dozen times since then. Besides you'd need more than th-" Deschamps stopped himself again.
"More than what?" asked Rebecca. "The passcodes? We'll need something else other than the codes?"
Deschamps remained silent.
"You seem to know more than a little about the security system. I assume you still talk with your colleagues down in the labs, probably help out with some of the expirements on occasion. I wan't to know how to get into that lab." said Chris, his voice beginning to rise.
The room fell silent. Deschamps was completely ignoring Chris now.
Outside in the hall the rest of the STARS were listening intently.
"This is going nowhere." said Jill. "I think you guys should go in now. If he doesen't break soon I'll come in after you and see what I can do."
"Got it." said Barry. "But if we cant get him to talk then it's gonna be tough for anyone to do it." He opened the door and walked into the kitchen followed by Leon and Carlos.
The others in the kitchen turned around when they heard the door opening. Deschamps began to look a lot less composed when he saw the imposing figure of Barry coming towards him. He remembered walking past the man in the Umbrella car park before blacking out and waking up here. Leon and Carlos were looking equally menacing, Leon deciding to bring his baseball bat in with him for added effect.
"So what has this asshole told us so far?" asked Barry already aware of the answer.
"Not a thing." replied Chris. "I think he knows how to get into the lab but he won't tell us how."
"Then mabye I should ask him." said Barry, leaning down until he was only inches away from Deschamps' face.
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Allistar Stanley walked into Clark's office. "You wanted to see me, John?"
"Allister, yes. I wan't to set up another briefing for both teams. There's been another sighting of the STARS in Paris. A tourist in a bar recognised Carlos Olivera from a news report. He was leaving with a group of people when he was spotted. He was gone before the French police got there but they were able to identify who he was with from the CCTV cameras on the streets."
"Were the police able to find out anything else?" asked Stanley.
"No, nothing. Anyway, the pub they were spotted in....it's about fifty yards down the road from Umbrella Inc. They're definitely getting ready for something. I have a feeling that we're going to me visiting Paris within the next few days and I want to be ready to deal with them. We'll have the briefing in around an hour."
"I'll have it set up by six." said Stanley, before turning around to leave.
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Barry was beginning to run out of idea's. He had tried every method of intimidation he could think of to get Deschamps to talk. The longer it went on, the more defiant Deschamps seemed to get. He had eventually resorted to hitting him a few times, although not nearly as hard as he could have. It didn't help, it only served to strengthen Deschamps resolve.He was about ready to give up but decided to try one more thing.
" Leon, give me the bat." said Barry. That caught Deschamps' attention, he noticed. Leon handed it to him.
"Thumbs or kneecaps?" asked Barry.
"What? What do you mean?" asked Deschamps, becoming agitated.
"I mean, what do you want broken first, thumbs or kneecaps?"
Deschamps looked around the kitchen to see if anyone was going to stop this. Rebecca looked shocked by the threat but made no move to interfere. Claire was also surprised but also remained sitting at the table. Leon and Carlos looked a little unsure but said nothing. Chris remained leaning against the wall, his face impassive, unreadable.
Deschamps looked back at Barry, meeting his gaze. He noticed the look of hesitance there. He knew that he wouldn't actually do it, it was just another empty threat.
He actually began to laugh when Barry lowered the bat. "Very scary, I'm sure it frightens your kids."
Jill had still been listening outside the door and decided it was time for her to go in. She opened the door quietly and went in. Barry was still standing in front of Deschamps with the baseball bat at his side.
"Barry, take a seat." she said softly. "You two as well." she nodded to Carlos and Leon. The three men went over to the table and sat down, leaving Deschamps alone, tied to a chair in the middle of the kitchen. He was still grinning.
"I'm not even going to ask." said Jill. "You know what we want to know. Tell me, now."
Deschamps continued grinning until Jill swung at his head. The crushing blow connected with his left cheekbone, snapping his head to the side. Jill winced, clutching at her fist as Deschamps recovered. To everyone's surprise he began laughing again.
"It will take more that a few-" he was interrupted by another punch which connected with his jaw. It wasn't as strong as the first but Jill was still hitting harder than most men. And Deschamps was still saying nothing.
"Do you really think I'll tell you anything. I know who you are. You're police officers, you won't do anything which could really hurt me. You think I can't take a few punches without breaking down and crying like a child. You have no fucking idea who you are dealing with" he gloated.
"Okay, I've had enough of this shit." said Chris, his anger growing. He quickly walked across the room to Deschamps, while drawing his Beretta from it's holster. In one fluid motion, he rammed the butt of the gun into Deschampes' nose. The force of the blow knocked the chair over with Deschampes in it, blood spurting from his nose. The rest of the group looked on in astonishment.
"Chris!?! What are yo-" Rebecca began.
"Shut the fuck up, Rebecca!!!" Chris said, as he knelt down, with one knee over Deschamps chest and pointed the gun directly at his left eye. "Now you're going to tell me what I wan't to know. NOW!! How do we get into the lab?"
"Chris, have you fucking lost it!?!" said Carlos, seeing the hurt look in Rebecca's eyes. "He doesn't know anything, he would have told us by now!"
Chris ignored him."TELL ME!" he practically screamed at Deschamps.
"Alright! I'll tell you! Deschamps managed to splutter in spite of the terror he felt and the heavy weight on his chest. "You'll need two things."
Chris removed his knee off Deschamps' bloodstained shirt and stood up, although he kept the gun aimed at his head. "Keep talking."
"You'll need a keycard. Security Level Blue or above. Of course only Level Gold is higher than Blue. Neither will be easy to get. You'll also need a passcode, which is unique to each card and is only known by the employee who owns the card."
"What about the Gold keycards. Where can we get one of them."
"The only people with Level Gold clearance are the board of directors and the head of research and development down in the labs. Probably the head of security too."
"How much security is down there?" asked Chris. The others had moved closer to hear what Deschamps was saying.
"At least thirty guards over the four sub-levels of the lab, over a hundred throughout the building."
"Where is the security controlled from?"
"The security control station is on sub-level three just above the labs." answered Deschamps. Chris had already known that from the map of the labs that Barry had recovered from Umbrella but he wanted to see if Deschamps was telling the truth. He was.
"My keycard will get you into the security control. You'll be able to access the lab through there if you can get your hands on a blue keycard. The only other door into the labs is on sub-level four. Now, let me go. I've told you everything."
"What about this board meeting you told Rebecca about?" asked Chris, still keeping his gun trained on Deschamps.
"I've only heard rumors. They are supposed to be meeting tonight discuss whether or not the head researecher should be replaced. That's all I know about it, I swear."
"When does this meeting start?" asked Chris.
"Around eight this evening in the main conference room." answered Deschamps. a small stream of blood still trickling from his nose.
"Kinda late for a board meeting, isn't it?" Carlos said.
"Not really." explained Deschamps. "Most of the board members are very busy during the day. So the important meetings are held during the evening when everyone is available."
There was a moment of silence in the room.
"Chris, that's enough for now. Put the gun away." said Claire gently.
Chris paused for a second but finally lowered the gun and replaced it in the holster. Deschamps looked visibly relieved when Chris turned around and walked out of the room.
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Well that took longer than I expected. Problems with my PC didn't help things either. :(
However all is well now and i should have Chapter 9 out a lot quicker.