ONE
"That's sounds awfully dangerous, mate," Mathis Drieth said.
"Somebody has to pay, Math, Darren is not going to die in vain. I'll die myself before I see that happen," Derek Maynor replied.
"You're going to go right into the enemy's camp and single-handedly take on everything that Umbrella has? That's not bravery, mate, that's suicide," Mathis added.
"You're not going to change my mind," Derek said.
"I know. I'm worried about you though. I already lost one friend to that company I don't want to lose another," Mathis admitted.
"Umbrella will be suffering all of the losses I assure you," Derek sounded so confident. Mathis didn't share his confidence or enthusiasm. Mathis was a computer-programming student who happened to be working for a pharmaceutical branch of Umbrella. Darren, Derek's older brother, had been working along side of Mathis for a while. Darren was a brilliant biologist though. He was the most brilliant of any other biologist his age. Darren, even though he was only twenty years old was high up in the ranks of Umbrella scientists. He was working for an entirely different branch of Umbrella. He was working for a company called White Umbrella. Mathis didn't know anything. He helped write security codes for locking mechanisms while Darren was working on a cure for cancer, literally.
Darren and Mathis were roommates. Mathis could remember when Darren came in, scared out of his mind. He told Mathis to look out for Derek and to make sure that he was okay. Darren then stormed out of the apartment. Mathis never saw Darren alive again. Derek was supposed to meet him for their morning jog through the trail in the woods and never showed. Derek was late and figured that Darren didn't want to wait for him so he jogged on without him. Derek found Darren's body. It looked, on the surface that Darren had committed suicide. He had a gun in one hand and a suicide note in the other. There was something wrong with the whole scene though.
Mathis had investigated the scene and found four more shell casings scattered throughout the woods. He found several sets of shoeprints besides Darren's. It looked as if Darren had been chased down and shot. Mathis suspected Umbrella fraud from the get-go. Derek and his family were so devastated at first they were unable to look any deeper than the surface.
As time went on and Derek collected his senses he too caught on to the foul play that was at hand. Derek immediately went to Mathis in search for answers. Mathis had found no real answers. Aside from his computer programming abilities, Mathis was a hardcore hacker. He tried for weeks to hack Umbrella's security files from his computer but was unable to do so because of the impenetrable firewall set up around Umbrella's network.
Any hacking had to be done from an inside terminal that was directly connected to the mainframe. Every console was monitored with camera. Also, every keystroke that was pushed into any console was recorded. Umbrella had thought of almost everything.
Almost.
There were no cameras, guards, firewalls and little physical restraint protecting the actual mainframe computers. If Mathis could get into the mainframe room and plug in his laptop he could access Umbrella's top-secret files. The little physical restraint did keep him from doing that though. There was a red-level clearance card required to go into the mainframe room. Mathis had a yellow-level clearance card, which only allowed him to enter doors with white and yellow level locks. Red-level clearance was the highest clearance level there was in this particular Umbrella facility. The likeliness of Mathis getting his hands on one of those cards was slim to none.
Even if he did manage to connect to the mainframe he would have to tread very softly in accessing files. If he tried to access the wrong file with the wrong password even one time then his entire system would lock and an alarm would sound. It would be difficult to avoid, but it was nothing Mathis couldn't handle…if he could get the chance.
Just when things looked to be lost in despair, Mathis met Trent. Trent was a character for sure. He gave Mathis the creeps and didn't look too trustworthy. Mathis had to wonder what Trent was thinking when he plainly handed a red-level security pass to him in an envelop.
"What's in it for you?" Mathis remembered asking, bewildered.
"Let's just say I'll get mine. That's sufficient enough. Good day, Mathis," and with that Mathis never heard from him again. There were so many unanswered questions as to how Trent was able to stumble upon the fact that Mathis was planning sabotage on Umbrella. It made him wonder if he knew about Derek. It made him wonder if he knew about Darren. Mathis feared that even time would leave most of those questions unanswered. That is when he came.
Mathis was in his apartment looking on the Internet for other companies that Umbrella or White Umbrella was linked to. A lot of Umbrella plants were secret and hidden. Mathis knew this. He was reading an article about a city called Raccoon in a mountainous region of the United States. Strange cannibalistic murders had been taking place there. The S.T.A.R.S., (Special Tactics and Rescue Squad) were apparently sent to investigate a mansion on the outskirts of town.
While many went to investigate only five members returned. They all claimed that Umbrella was responsible for everything. As months went by the papers began to have headings such as, "The Dead Walk" and "Zombies". The papers stopped in a date in early October.
Reading another paper showed that Raccoon City was bombed and completely wiped off of the map. The death toll was said to be over the 100,000 mark. Mathis just shook his head in disbelief. If Umbrella was willing to destroy an entire city to cover up their mess, killing Darren was nothing to them.
"Hard to believe isn't it?" said a voice from nowhere. Mathis leapt to his feet and spun around to find a tall, middle-aged man standing in his doorway.
"Who are you? How did you get in?" Mathis demanded.
"You and your friend Derek are seeking to cause Umbrella some grief, I understand," he said, ignoring what Mathis had just asked him.
"I can give you this red-level clearance pass," he said pulling the object out of his pocket. "You'll have to work you magic on the computer and get the information you need."
Mathis took the card as the man handed it to him.
"You shouldn't worry about the lab in your town just yet. If you can hack into that mainframe you can be connected to every Umbrella lab on the planet," the man said.
"The things that I plan on doing can't be done in one day. I need to be able to remotely access it from anywhere," Mathis explained. He didn't trust the guy but yet he felt he could be open with him. He already knew exactly was going on so there was no real point in keeping secrets.
"Yes that is why I'm giving you this," he said handing something in a box. "Connect it to the mainframe computer and then follow the accessing instructions. As long as you have a modem you can undetectably access Umbrella's mainframe."
"Why are you helping me? Who are you?" Mathis found himself demanding again.
"My name is Trent, that is all that you need to know," he said.
"I don't think so! What do you got against Umbrella? You can't just stroll in here and give me this stuff, expect me to use it without know some things!" Mathis said.
The man smiled a smile that sent a shiver down Mathis's spine.
"What's in it for you?" Mathis asked.
"Let's just say I'll get mine. That's sufficient enough. Good day, Mathis," the man who called himself Trent said. With that, Trent turned and walked away. Mathis didn't have it inside to stop him from leaving. He was still so shaken up from being scared like that. Mathis knew that he had to get a gun. That guy had made his way into the house without so much as a board creaking.
Creepy.
Mathis looked at the box and then at his watch. It was time to go to work.
Getting to the mainframe computers was so unbelievably easy. Mathis was nearly disappointed that there was not more opposition for him. He knew how security worked. There were surveillance cameras with gun turrets attached to them. The guns had to be manually activated from the security room on the second floor. There were only two guys watching security during daytime hours and one during nighttime. The activity wasn't even taped. The part of the lab that Mathis worked in was minimum security. Umbrella was much more careful with its biological and viral departments. Security technology didn't seem like something that needed to be heavily guarded. Mathis was glad for that much.
He walked down the hall that led to the mainframes like he owned the place. He even said hello to the guard that he passed. He was feeling rather cocky and had to remind himself to be careful. There it was before him—the mainframe door. He walked and swiped his card. A strange, paranoid fear brewed up inside of him. He imagined the computer voice saying, "access denied" and for the alarm to sound. He envisioned armed guards coming around the corner armed with automatic weapons. He could smell the cordite as the array of bullets tore through his body. He shuddered at the unhappy image and then heard the voice of reason and relief.
"Access granted," said the computer woman's voice in her icy, British accent. The door opened and Mathis was staring the mainframe computers in the face. He looked around the room, knowing that there were no cameras there. He just had to make sure.
I've come too far to screw this up now.
He sat down at the operating console. He looked over the instructions that Trent had left him. He opened the box to reveal a remote accessing computer unit (RACU). Mathis smiled. It was so simple. He just had to plug in the RACU and program it to respond only to the IP address of his laptop. From anywhere on the globe he could access the mainframe computer. He had a feeling that he'd have to work through a few more security precautions before he was able to get to the raw data. That wasn't a problem for him. One of his specialties as a hacker was writing code-cracking programs. He tested the system out on the United States IRS security system. He wished he could have seen the smile on his face when he suddenly had full access to the system within four minutes. It was sublime.
He called the program Chaos. It was really quite innovative. Whenever it came across a firewall or password protected file it would simply download the security software itself from the system he was trying to access. Then Chaos would quick as lightning search for the password or loophole through the firewall. Once it had unlocked it from the 'dummy' security system he could use it on the real thing. As long as he had a good connection to download the information, Chaos was also lightning fast. He was thinking about selling the program to the Australian Government and seeing if he could make himself a prize. Then he thought of a better idea, use the system on the Australian Government's system and see if it was even worthy of them.
I'll have to get around to that when this whole thing blows over.
He hooked up the RACU into the very first mainframe console. Installation was a real bitch but he knew the payoff would be great. Fortunately for him, the mainframe had no walls or alarms for physical access. He was really rough with it too. He concealed the RACU behind a panel so that it couldn't be seen. He knew that few people ever came into the mainframe room anyway. To test out to make sure he'd done it right, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed up. He tried to access the Umbrella system and to his satisfaction the start up page loaded and then took him straight to the file manager.
Easy as pie.
He packed his stuff and headed back to his cubical to get to work. He hadn't clocked in yet and he was going to be late if he didn't hurry. He had a new program to work for one of Umbrella's military bases. He pretended that he didn't know what it was for. Umbrella must not have realized the pickle that Mathis could put them in if he wanted to. He wrote nearly every security system for every Umbrella lab in Australia. He knew everything in the Sydney lab was his. He wasn't able to get clearance because he worked with a programming team that changed things to meet their expectations. They took precautionary measures to make sure that the programmers couldn't 'key master' their way around the lab. They rewrote things so that Mathis didn't recognize the system.
Oh well…I'm just too smart for you. You bastards have got a hurricane coming your way. God be with you when it hits.
Derek had his stereo going full blast. His hands were taped and gloved, as where his feet. He pounded the bag with kicks and punches that made his muscles burn. He let out a grunt each time he clobbered the bag. Sweat dripped off of him liberally as he'd been at it for a while. With every punch he envisioned the Umbrella emblem smashing to pieces under his punch. He was in a wild frenzy now punching away at faceless men in black suits. He kicked and broke a nose. Elbowed and flipped another on his back before breaking his spine with another kick. He palmed another man in the nose, sending the bone to his brain and killing him.
Derek had taken martial arts for most of his natural life. It was one hobby that he and his brother had in common. They studied several different styles and even learned to use medieval and ancient Japanese weapons. Derek was really mean with a Wakizashi sword. After the song was over and the next one started Derek went back to sharpening his blade. He rubbed the blade of the stone again and again, created a scrape noise that could be heard only faintly under the noise of the music.
The weapon was magnificent. It was sharp when he had it custom made; he had it sharpened with a laser. There were ways to make blades even sharper than that. Derek knew how to do it too. The scabbard was black with airbrushed, metallic red splashes about it. It was fit with stainless steel fittings. The blade itself was an expensive titanium alloy that was supposed to be unbreakable. With the way that Derek was sharpening the sword, he would not be happy until it was only an atom thick at the blade. He wanted to be able to slice through flesh and bone as if it were butter; he needed the blade unbelievably sharp.
He'd been switching back and forth from sharpening the blade to beating the bag on every other song. He'd moved in with Mathis after his brother was killed. He could barely stand to be around his parents while they were grieving. It made it all the harder on him. He knew he was going to make Umbrella pay and pay dearly.
Derek was a good-looking boy at seventeen. He stood at six foot, one inch tall. His shoulders and chest were broad and strong. He was built like a champion boxer but was as limber as a gymnast. His hair was a sandy brown color with blonde highlights. He had full, thick eyebrows above his big, brown eyes. His forehead was high, his chin, round and defined. His nose was long and rounded at the end. His cheeks were full his neck long, rounded and strong. Derek's body was sculpted from all of his physical activity. He played every sport in school, including rugby. His hobbies were martial arts, mountain biking, rock climbing and anything that required the body to do above and beyond.
His physical strength was second only to his wit and intellect. Derek had made straight A's in school. He had graduated early and was on his way to college. He planned on getting a degree in computer programming, like his friend Mathis. Derek was really into computers but he knew it made money.
What you want isn't always what you get.
Derek desperately wanted to write. He wanted to write fiction novels, biographies, research essays, movies, and just about anything else that needed to be written. He'd been published before. It wasn't a novel; it was an article in a local magazine—no big deal and definitely no big money. It was very rewarding to know that thousands of people were reading what he had written. It felt that dream slipping away from him. Revenge was the only thing on Derek's mind now. When Mathis had shown him the evidence that Umbrella was behind Darren's death, Derek swore he would make them pay.
Derek's family was religious. Derek himself believed in God. He questioned him everyday, wondering why he would take Darren away at such a good time in his life. He was angry with Him sometimes. He had been taught not to question God.
"Be still and know that I am God," Derek said out loud, quoting the Proverbs his mother had taught him even as a little boy.
" ' 'Vengeance is mine,' says the Lord,'" Derek quoted again.
Sorry, God. I can't wait on Your justice this time. They have to pay. Even if I must move against Your will—I am going to make them pay. I pray that You would use me as a sharpened sword to smite them in Your wrath.
Derek prayed silently in his mind. He always felt it relaxing to his nerves when he would pray. He'd never been one to go against the teachings of his parents or of God, but he'd been driven over the edge. He'd been training himself for months to carry out his mission and he was not about to turn back now.
He had nothing left to lose. He was old enough and smart enough to take care of himself, he didn't need his parents to take him in. He still had Mathis and Joanna but his best friend in the whole world had been taken from him. Derek used to call Darren 'Bubby'. When Derek was little he couldn't say brother right so he called Darren 'Bubby'. It had always stuck with Darren wherever he went and eventually everyone knew him as Bubby Maynor. Darren was Derek's world—nothing meant more to him. Now that Darren was gone, Derek was a man without fear and without anything to lose.
Umbrella's got everything to lose—and I'm going to take it.
Derek decided to get to bed. He had a plane to catch early in the morning. He was going to the France mainland so that he could infiltrate the White Umbrella headquarters.
Big day—really big day.
Rebecca Chambers welcomed Claire Redfield's fingers running through her hair. Claire was cutting it for her. Rebecca liked her hair short and it had most definitely gotten too long for her taste. Claire seemed to know what she was doing well enough. They were on a plane and Rebecca hated it. What she hated even more than that was the fact that she was the only one on the plane who was scared. What was worst of all was that she had to share the plane with—
"You look a little tense over their, kid," John Andrews said. Rebecca couldn't help but roll her eyes at his ridiculous smile. John was a great guy, but he certainly knew how to rub Rebecca the wrong way.
"Don't start, John. I'm fine. I'm over the fear of flying," Rebecca lied.
"Then why are you so tense?"
"It's this weather. Flying in the sunshine is a cakewalk compared to this. Hey, Sean! Why do we have to fly in this anyway?" she called up to the pilot's seat. Sean Chester was a handsome man of thirty-one years old. He had deep blonde hair and a full beard to match. His eyes were blue, like the ocean. Rebecca was a little taken with him when he'd first shaken her hand. He'd looked her right in the face, shook her hand firmly and smiled with perfect teeth. She felt like she was shaking the hand of some male model.
Rebecca always felt a little intimidated around the other S.T.A.R.S. It didn't help that she was the only girl around, since Jill was with Barry and Chris. It also didn't help that she was nineteen while some of them were fifteen to twenty years older than she. It had helped for a little while when Claire had come along. Rebecca was only a few months older than Claire. They didn't have much in common but that didn't stop them from hitting it off. Claire was a law student, Rebecca a biochemist. She used to be so thankful for Claire's presence but now it was intimidating.
Claire was about two inches taller than Rebecca, her hair was thicker, her lips fuller. She had a better complexion and a tan.
Claire was built better than Rebecca. Claire ran two miles a day religiously. She looked it too. Her legs were powerful. They were scarred now from her incident in Raccoon City but it just gave her a rugged, sexy look. Claire's biceps were full and her stomach too. Rebecca was in good shape but she looked downright puny next to Claire.
Claire, without any training whatsoever, was even a better shot with a handgun than Rebecca. It was ridiculously. In a lineup, Rebecca would be dog last in comparison to Claire. Rebecca usually didn't let things like that get to her self-esteem. She wasn't resentful—maybe a little jealous but she couldn't help but to admire Claire's beauty.
She still liked Claire a lot. Claire liked her too. Since Leon had left Claire had attached herself to Rebecca's hip. Rebecca was thankful to have another woman around. It was tiring being around the men all the time.
Sean glanced over his pilot's seat and looked at Rebecca again with his deep, blue eyes. He smiled at her jovially and then stole a glance at David Trapp intently looking at the instruments before him. He was sitting in the co-pilot's seat.
"Stealth. It told you that once Rebecca," Sean said with mock aggravation.
"So radar won't pick us up in the storm?"
"Not necessarily. It certainly makes things a little more difficulty. There's equipment that can pick us up though. I'm doing this for the sake of throwing off Umbrella," Sean said. He'd just recently joined up with the renegade S.T.A.R.S. They needed a pilot, checked his file. Umbrella wasn't paying him off like other S.T.A.R.S. members they knew of. They told him the situation and the stories. They were even able to produce some pictures and files. Sean was eager to join up and be the pilot for the next mission. They were meeting up with their other friends in Paris before they were going to infiltrate a huge island lab called Torel. It was a prison island just outside of the France mainland.
Rebecca was looking forward to seeing Chris, Jill and Barry again. Jill had a new friend with her too. His name was Carlos something or other. He had helped her escape from Raccoon City before it had been wiped off of the map.
"All done," Claire said, handing Rebecca the mirror.
Rebecca looked herself over. Her hair was cut back to her preferred length and it looked pretty good the layers Claire had cut into it.
"Thanks a million, Claire," Rebecca said.
"No problem," Claire replied.
"You should cut your hair shorter too. It only gets in the way," Rebecca suggested.
"If I get hard core into the anti-Umbrella task force stuff then maybe I will. I'm too attached to it for right now," Claire admitted ashamedly running her fingers through her own hair.
"We should be nearly there by now," John said.
"Yeah we should but I don't think Sean knows where he's going!" Rebecca joked, hoping to get a rise from Sean.
He jokingly put his middle finger in the air and waved it around a bit. Rebecca laughed. Sean was a very polite man when things were serious but had a tendency to be dirty and vulgar when it was time to joke around. Rebecca shook off the impolite gesture and took it for what it was supposed to be.
She found her thoughts shifting to someone she'd known for only a short while. He and Claire had entered Rebecca's life just after the incident in Raccoon. She remembered looking on Claire, Sherry and Leon. They were dirty from head to toe and wounded too. They looked like they'd been to hell and back.
That's not too far from the truth.
She didn't know Leon very well. He wasn't a quiet kind of person once he had some time to get comfortable with his environment, yet he and Rebecca had made little conversation. He was with the group for a while; he joined them on their mission to Utah. He received a message from a woman he'd met in Raccoon. Her last name was Wong—Rebecca remembered something. Trent himself had delivered the message. The woman wanted to meet with Leon alone. Leon couldn't refuse.
She remembered that Claire was shaken up when she found out he was leaving. She seemed a little bit upset. She wanted to go with him but wouldn't delay any longer in seeing her brother. They said their bittersweet goodbyes and then he was gone. No one had heard from him in a week and a half. Rebecca didn't want to judge him because she didn't know him well enough. She didn't know his relationship to and with this Ms. Wong.
Ada Wong, she thought remembering the name.
"Alright, we're coming in for a landing. Get in your seats and buckle your seatbelts please," Sean said, trying to sound like an airline flight attendant. Rebecca laughed quietly. She was already buckled into her seat. She only left her seat to get out of the bathroom and certainly never took off her seatbelt. She couldn't wait to get to the hotel.
In a just an hour and a half the renegade S.T.A.R.S. and Claire Redfield were checked into a tacky, cheap hotel just outside of Paris. Claire and Rebecca shared a room, as did the men. Sooner than later, Jill Valentine would be joining them in their room. They had another room reserved for the rest of the men who'd be coming along. They didn't bother to do heavy unpacking, because they planned on leaving in the morning with the intention of carrying out an assault mission on Umbrella's Headquarters. Claire was scared. She didn't figure that Chris would let her go on the mission anyway, but she was still scared.
She thought that she'd handled herself pretty well in Raccoon. She also had the responsibility of caring for Sherry Birkin. As delightful as it was to get to be a part of the young girl's life it was a trial. Sherry was safe now—and that was the most important thing to Claire next to finding her brother.
She longed to see him again. It had been far too long since she'd last been able to hear his voice and touch his face. When Leon had left her she felt abandoned all over again. First her parents, then Chris, and then Leon—the people closest to her had a tendency to leave, die or disappear without warning. She had decided once she had hold of Chris again she was never letting him go. If he told her that she couldn't help in bringing Umbrella down then she'd force him to retire to safety with her. If he refused to do that then she would go with him wherever he went. She didn't have it in her to lose him again.
She heard the cell phone ring in the men's room and thought for sure it was her brother calling to tell her he was only minutes away.
"Phone," Claire said simply and Rebecca got up to follow.
They both got up to see who was calling.
David's phone ran without warning. He jumped when it first vibrated on the table and began to hover noisily on the tabletop. He looked at the caller ID just as Claire and Rebecca came into the room. He noted that they didn't knock but was not bothered by it.
The number was completely foreign to him. He sent the call to the voice mail.
"Who was it?" Claire half-pleaded-half-demanded.
"Don't know. Didn't recognize the number so I sent it to voice mail. I'll see what they wanted," David said. He started to dial his voice mail when the phone vibrated in his hand again. He jumped again.
"Same number," he said curiously.
"Answer it," Claire said. "It could be Chris."
"No, I know that number by heart. He wouldn't call from any other number; I can guarantee it. I'm sending them to voice mail because I don't know who it is," David replied. Every time he tried to check his voice mail the anonymous caller would desperately try to get through.
Who in the hell?
Trent was unhappy with his current state of mind. He had just gotten out of a meeting with Jackson and the other big wigs. They had finally pinpointed the renegade S.T.A.R.S. and were having Xander's men see to their capture. He couldn't allow this to happen. It would ruin his plans—it would ruin his revenge.
No! NO! NO!
"DAMN IT!" he exploded. He took a deep breath. Every time he would dial the number and get through he would get sent to the voice mail. He had never tried to contact the S.T.A.R.S. like this before but this was desperate. They were literally moments away from being captured or killed. He wasn't done using them yet and he needed to protect his pawns.
What about Drieth? He could find the Maynor boy for me. He's in Paris too. He can warn them. It's their only chance.
He stopped calling David Trapp and started dialing Mathis Drieth. He listened to the ring with uncontainable anxiety.
"Hello?" Mathis said into the receiver. He didn't recognize the number on his ID.
"Mr. Drieth, do you know who this is? If you do, just say yes. Don't say my name on the phone," Mathis leapt from his skin and back into it again.
"Yes," he said.
"You need to call Derek now. Some—friends of mine are in dire trouble. I can't get through to them. What hotel is he staying in?" Trent asked.
Mathis told him the name of the hotel and listened to Trent explain the situation with the renegade S.T.A.R.S. in the briefest of ways.
"Consider it done—sir," Mathis said deliberately avoiding his name. They didn't say goodbye—Mathis started dialing as soon as he had hung up.
"Hello?" Derek said.
"Derek! Listen to me mate! You have to help someone. They are in your hotel room right now. Do you remember the newspapers we read about Raccoon City?" Mathis asked.
"Yeah, what's going on?" Derek asked.
"Just listen! The military police force that blamed the whole ordeal on Umbrella, you remember?" Mathis asked.
"Yeah, the S.T.A.R.S." he replied. He was getting agitated.
"A decent size group of them is in your hotel in room A-17," Mathis explained.
"Yeah, so what?"
"Umbrella is on their way to capture them," Mathis said.
"Really? Umbrella here?"
"Yeah, you need to go warn them that they need to flee as soon as possible," Mathis said.
"What room again?"
"A-17 and A-18," Mathis said.
"Consider it done," Derek said. They hung up with each other. Derek unzipped his bag and pulled out his father's Colt handgun. He disengaged the safety, chambered a round and tucked in his jeans, underneath his shirt. He was room C-23. He left his room and started off in a brisk jog towards the elevators. It was very late at night and all of the guests were supposed to be in bed. Derek was happy that no one was about in the hotel. The elevator responded immediately to his call. He began his bittersweet decent hoping that he could warn them in time.
Xander watched from afar as his men filed into the hotel flashing fake badges to the security officer. He lit a cigar and was ready to bring his bounty. He recited the names in his mind.
Chambers, Trapp, Andrews, Chester, Burton, Valentine, Redfield.
He couldn't wait to have them all in the Torel Island Prison, marked and ready to be Umbrella's guinea pigs. It was the perfect revenge for all the trouble they'd caused.
Derek watched the men knock down the door, aim and start firing dart guns. He heard the sound of someone heavy hit the floor.
"Run!" He heard from another man. He heard glass breaking and shuffling in the room. Derek took a deep breath. The time was now. He poised his gun, took aim for one of the Umbrella agents' heads and pulled the trigger. The explosion from the handgun was second only to the cherry-red eruption over the hotel wall. The man dropped down to the ground to a painless death. He fired again and hit another man in the body. He must have been wearing a vest because he did little more than stumble backward from the jolt.
From inside the hotel room watched a blonde-headed, bearded man hit a standing Umbrella agent open palmed in the face. He and a young, girl with brown hair turned and ran into the adjoined room. They disappeared. Another young girl with brown hair stood to fight a man twice her size that'd cornered her. He knocked easily to the ground. She struggled, still kicking and flailing about.
Derek pulled the trigger twice and put a bullet in the man's vertebra. As Derek advanced towards the scene he felt the reassuring weight of his Wakizashi at his hip. The girl got to her feet and looked bewildered at Derek.
"Who?" was all she could manage.
"We have to go, NOW!" Derek said. He turned to escape and saw an impossibly large man advance on him. Derek's gun was knocked easily from his arms. Derek rolled and unsheathed his sword. He sliced at the man's belly and watched blood spray across the wall as Derek felt fabric and flesh give way under his blade.
The man let out a horrible shriek and toppled to his knees. Derek had barely noticed the big black guy or the other middle aged guy on the floor. Both had darts protruding from their motionless bodies. Behind Derek's assailant were more men with dart guns. The young girl in the room turned tail to run and received an onslaught of darts into her back. She fell to the floor but not before crashing into the table and chair setup on the way down.
Derek tried desperately to swing his blade into the next agent but felt tiny pricks all about his body. One in the arm, two in the chest, one in his neck—soon everything was blurry and he could no longer stand up. He felt himself falling—falling into despair and into Umbrella's clutches.