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 9 - Consequences
Things will not calm down, Daniel Jackson. They will in fact calm up.
Teal'c, Stargate SG-1
Chris walked into the living room ready to smash the first thing in sight. Fourtunately there wasn't much to throw in the sparsely furnished room. He started pacing up and down the small room trying to calm down a little.
"Planning our next rampage, are we?" came the female voice behind him.
Chris spun around when he heard his sister's voice.
"Get lost, Claire. Whatever you're going to say, I'm not interested."
"Screw that! What the hell is going on with you? You're usually the last person to start smashing faces and generally going nuts." said Claire
"We needed to know what he knew. And it worked, didn't it?" Chris said.
"That's not the point. You were this close to blowing the guy's head off."
"You think I actually would have killed him!" asked Chris in disbelief. "Claire, the reason I wanted that information is so I don't have to kill anyone. Do you think that we'll be able to just walk into Umbrella without being noticed. Even with what we learned from Deschamps we'll probably end up having to shoot our way in." Chris walked over to the couch and slumped down in it. "And, unlike that piece of shit in the kitchen, a lot of the people there don't have a clue what Umbrella has done. They're innocent bystanders...and we might have to kill them."
"And how many more people will die if Umbrella is allowed to continue it's experiments?" Claire reasoned. "If were going to take them down we can't be worring abouta few guards who may or may not know what's going on. If we don't stop them now a lot more people are going to die. You didn't see what Raccoon City was like at the end! I know you've seen things that no-one should ever see, just like the rest of us, but it was even worse there." Chris could see that there were tears welling up in his sister's eyes now as she continued. "Can you imagine...the rotting corpse of a little girl, with only emptiness in her eyes, as she tries to devour you? Now multuply that by a thousand, a hundred thousand. Those people were innocent bystanders! We cant let it happen again, Chris!"
Claire was sobbing openly now as her brother embraced her. They were all used to this by now. Every one of them had broken down in tears at least once, reliving the various nightmares that they had gone through. As Chris comforted his sister his mind raced, thinking of everything that had happened to them in such a short time. S.T.A.R.S., Umbrella, the mansion, Raccoon, Rockfort, Antarctica, Wesker, Alexia, Zombies, Hunters, Tyrants, all the death and pain and suffering, everything.
Then it all stopped. And it became clear to Chris Redfield.
Claire had almost stopped crying now and she had noticed the determined look in her brother's eyes. "Chris..."
"You're right, Claire. All this sneaking around trying to find scraps of evidence to use against Umbrella is pointless. We have to stop them now, before they can do any more damage. Come on." he said, before leading her back out into the kitchen.
Chris saw that everyone was still trying to absorb what had just happened a few minutes earlier, except Carlos, who was munching away on a slice of pizza. Deschamps was still on the floor, still tied to the chair. Nobody had bothered to drag him and the chair upright.
Everyone turned to look at Chris as he re-entered the room, followed by Claire. He could feel the tension in the air. "I'm sorry you all had to see that, but it was necessary. We know know what we have to do to get into Umbrella's underground labs...but that's not important anymore."
"What are you talking about, Chris?" asked Jill, looking confused.
"I mean that the lab is not what we should be concentrating on. Even if we survive and manage to get some information out of there it wont be enough. Umbrella will always be able to cover it up. They have too many people in their pockets. We need evidence that no-one can dispute and no-one can cover up. And to find out what that is we need to go directly to the source."
"The source?"asked Barry.
"The Umbrella board of directors." replied Chris. "They run everything so only they know what evidence will bring them down. We go back to Umbrella HQ tonight, we gatecrash their meeting and get what we need from them."
"And what if they decided not to be too helpful." asked Leon.
Chris paused.
"Then we kill them. We should probably do that anyway..."
"What?" asked Rebecca, horiffied.
"I understand if you dont want to come, Rebecca. I understand if none of you want to come. But I plan to stop Umbrella now, and wiping out the board of directors seems a good place to start. Don't forget that they are directly responsible for killing over 100,000 people. That deserves the death penalty or at least a few thousand years in prison each in my book. I dont plan to let it happen again. Besides if they give us enough evidence we may not have to kill them." Chris reasoned.
There was a long silence in the room before someone spoke up.
"I'm in" said Carlos. "It's about time someone taught the suits in the glass towers about the real world."
"I'm in, too." said Barry after a few more seconds of silence. "You need someone to watch your back in there."
"Then I guess I'd better go too." said Leon From the corner of the room.
"This is a really dumb idea, Chris. We dont even know what security will be like around them." said Jill with a slight smile. "Lucky for you that I'm going"
Chris turned around to face his sister. Claire nodded slightly as their eyes met. He had already known her answer but was relieved to see her agreeing to it nonetheless.
Chris finally turned back to Rebecca, who looked extremely uncomfortable. "It's okay, Rebecca. You dont have to do this. You can stay here and guard Deschamps."
"No." said Rebecca, her voice barely above a whisper. "They killed so many people...then turned them into those things. If this is what has to be done...then I want to help. I'll go."
"Thank you, Rebecca. If were going to do this then I need all of you w-"
Chris was interrupted by the sound of laughing coming from the floor. "You think you have a chance of even getting onto the same floor as the directors with this bunch of idiots." mocked Deschamps, who was feeling braver now than after his last talk with Chris.
A flash of anger crossed Chris' face but suddenly he grinned.
"You'd better hope you're wrong, Mr. Deschamps. Or else it could be a while before someone finds you here. Enjoy. Guys, let's move out."
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