Operative
A/N: I'm going to write a few more chapters, and then I'm going to see how it goes.
"Discipline breeds obedience, Obedience breeds unity, Unity breeds power. Power is Life," recited all the operatives inside the Dining Room.
"Thank you, you may all sit down on and start on your meals. In thirty minutes Mr. Wesker's team will be sent off to the firing range for weapons training. The other operative team will be sent down to the cages for melee combat against the animals. Thank you." Dr. Marcus bowed, and then left the room. Shael looked at his comrades, and then dug in to the food. Wesker slowly ate his eggs and bacon. He seemed to be distracted by something.
Breakfast passed with not many words said. Wesker wiped his mouth with a napkin, and then clapped twice for the leaders to get their teams to work. Wesker walked over to his team, and began to give orders.
"I'm going to go turn on the firing range. Shael and Alisha, I want you two to go into the Storage Room outside the Dining Room and grab the Shotgun and Pistols that are in a box, as well as extra shells and extra clips. Meet at the firing range at 0700 hours."
"Yes sir." Wesker nodded, and joined the staff leaving the room. Shael winked at Alisha, and then they left.
Dr. Marcus entered his tiny office. In the office, there were chess pieces off to the side of the room. The floor resembled a chess board. He loved puzzles, they were his life. He hid his journal inside his desk, and if you placed the pieces in the correct order they were open up the compartment revealing his diary. He checked the handgun rounds on his cabinet. He always had a pistol at all times when he was walking around the mansion. He crossed over to his desk at the other end of the room, and then sat down and yawned. He put down his glasses, and sighed. He pressed a button under his desk which opened up the compartment. He didn't want to move the pieces all the time.
"Hmm..." he thought aloud. He opened the diary with a key, and then took out a pen with the Umbrella Logo and then began to write.
July 10th 1989
Progenitor is almost complete. I have almost finished the Leech Formula and have completely adapted it to Ozwell's T-Virus. It's remarkable how well it compacts with the Leech's DNA. I haven't been able to 'test' it on anything yet. Ozwell's ideas for the virus are amazing. Biological warfare? We could earn millions, selling T to the armies of the world. We'd be put out of business though. We don't even know what it can do yet... I have to keep reminding myself every night that...the operatives are test subjects, not real people. I couldn't bear doing it myself...Wesker and Birkin will do it for me. I love them...my children...my pretties...they will make them better...
Wesker opened the door to the firing range, and welcomed Shael and Alisha inside, as well as James and George. Shael set down the box of clips and shells, and Alisha set down the shotgun and pistol box.
"Now, instead of getting right into firearms, I want to lag a little and get into some melee first. I've brought some pipes and sticks, and also some survival knives. The partners are James and Shael and George and Alisha. Start fighting with the knives." The looked at Wesker, confused.
"The edges are dull, you won't do too much damage." Alisha dived in a grabbed a 8" bowie knife. George reached in and grabbed it himself, and then went into some kind of martial art position.
"Go." Alisha lunged at George, knife pointed downwards. George rolled out of the way, and then slashed Alisha on the back.
"No striking!" shouted Wesker. George rolled forward and charged the knife forward. Alisha jumped out of the way, and pulled another knife out of the box. Shael and James were watching in awe as they swung them at each other.
"Good job Alisha..." said Wesker. He wrote something down on a clipboard he was carrying. Alisha smiled, and then struck at George. This one sliced his arm. He grabbed his arm, and then dodged out of the way as she came back. She swung, and George jumped up between her arms and had his knife at her neck.
"Good. George wins. Shael, you and James now. Alisha there's towels in the back room." Shael and James took the bowies that George gave them, and he went off to join Alisha with washing his wounds out.
"Alright. Go."
Shael waited, and then James struck forward. Shael jumped back, and then skittered to the side, holding the knife carefully. James held his tightly, his eyes darting. Shael jumped forward, and sliced James' hand. His knife swung up, and landed in front of James' neck. Wesker smiled, and wrote something else on the clipboard.
"Good. Now grab a pistol you two, and go out into the firing range. These rounds are paint rounds, so you will be firing at each other. It will hurt. Alisha and George will be your opponents. Once you've been hit three times, you're out for the round. Whoever gets through all rounds without being out, gets to keep the shotgun."
Keep? For what?
Alisha returned with George, and grabbed two pistols and clips. She threw a couple of them to Shael and James. The pistols were already loaded.
"Alisha and George, you'll be staying behind the barricade. Shael and James, you'll be taking cover behind the low brick walls. When I blow the whistle, you will begin." Wesker retreated to the technical room.
Shael crouched behind the wall, and cocked his pistol.
"Go!" Shael jumped up and fired three rounds. He managed to see Alisha duck as dived back down. James wasn't firing.
"James! Fire!" James' eyes were wide open. He looked a this hand. There was a whole, which was defiantly made by a bullet. They weren't paint bullets, they were 9mm bullets.
A/N: R&R!