...Danger Zone...

Sherry Birkin was sitting in the cafeteria just when the first bell rang for first period. First period for her was gym, she hated it to death. This year, a senior, just a few months till her freedom.

She should've taken gym her freshman year, now this was her last unit she was missing until receiving her diploma. Uch, at least it was just a only girls class, she was getting sick and tired at the dudes staring at her, especially her english teacher.

At least it kind of helped her, she was now passing the class.

Bull dozing her way through the mass crowd of students, she mangled her way out of the cafeteria. That's when it hit her. She had left her bag on the table.

She quickly shoved her way past the river of students and made her way to the table and grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulders. Looking, out the huge windows, was a huge black SUV parked in front of the school.

Strange, she had never seen a completely black SUV, with black tinted windows, black plated rims and black signal lights. She wondered if it was ever pulled over by the traffic violations with the lights.

She merely ignored it and took off for gym.


Inside the SUV, sat four masked figures, similar to Burton's killer.

"Subject is leaving cafeteria." One of them said.

"Do we have her schedule?" The Second one asked.

"First period gym, second english, lunch, third history, then early release." The first answered. "When does the bell ring."

"Two minutes." Replied the third checking his watch. "Why not get her now?"

"We don't want to many witnesses, it would mean to many deaths."

"There are thirty people in her class," The fourth said.

Beneath the mask, the first one looked at the fourth one, "Thirty is better then a hundred."


Ring!

Sherry opened the doors to the gym and saw Coach Wilkins standing at the center of the basketball court going over roll.

"You're late, Ms. Birkin." Coach said sternly.

Sherry smirked putting her bag on the bleachers and grabbed her clothes from her bag, "Left my bag in the cafe."

"No excuses this time. That's the fifth time in two weeks, that's another Saturday School."

She walked towards the locker room retorting, "Whatever, I'll serve it."

"I don't take anyone's back talk, Ms. Bir-"

The coach was interrupted as the double doors to the gym opened up and four covered figures walked in and stopped in between Coach and Sherry. Some funky shit was about to happen.

"Gentlemen," Coach began, "You know the dress code, no objects of any sort hiding the face, now hand over the mask."

"We're here to take Sherry Birkin. She has an appointment." One of them said in a cold stern voice.

Two of them broke from the group and grabbed Sherry by her arms and held her in firm grasp between them, "Dudes, loosen the grip!" Sherry shouted, "I can pay for those parking tickets."

"That's it! I'm calling security." Coach shouted, "All of you come with me."

As Sherry could see, Coach was just blinded with stupidity.

"That won't be necessary." The figure stated pulling an object out; a machine gun of some sort.

Coach turned around and was sent flying back as a hail of bullets went into his body.

Screams then erupted, echoing all through the gym. Sherry began struggling for freedom, "What the hell is going on!" She shouted, getting no response from either of the figures that held her as they escorted her out of the gym.

"KILL ALL WITNESSES!" Was the last thing she heard while exiting the gym. It was then followed by a hail of bullets and the screaming of her classmates.

A tear rolled down her face, she felt like screaming, but that would attract more people that would end up dead.

They guided her around the right corner of the hall which told her that they were making their way to the front of the school.

"Hands in the air!" Someone shouted.

Sherry looked towards the voice finding one of the school security guards with his gun drawn towards her kidnappers.

"Fine, take her." One of the masked men said and pushed her forward. She watched as the guard put his gun to his waist and make his way to her.

"NO! Get back!" She screamed, knowing what was going to happen.

Too late. The guard hit the ground with a hole in his chest after the sound of a gunshot.

Before they could grab her again, Sherry got to her feet and ran down the hall as fast as she could. The hall turned left which would lead to a staircase leading to the second floor.

She followed the path, hearing the footsteps gaining behind her. As she turned the hall, a arm shot out in front of her face and she was clotheslined.

Hitting the ground, her breathing was cut off knocking the air out of her momentarily. Struggling, to take gasps of air, finding that she had to breath in through her nose and out her mouth. The process was stressful and difficult.

Gazing up at the ceiling, another of the masked figures stood above her and was soon joined by the other two figures.

"Not quick enough." One of them said, hard to figure who spoke with the masks covering their faces.

"Time." The second one said.

The third one checked his watch and scoffed, "we're fifteen seconds late."

"Damn it." the second replied taking a small black burlap bag out his vest.

Before Sherry could see the fourth figure from the gym make entry, the bag was slung over her head and was tightened around her neck to avoid easy removal.

She was then flipped on her back and her hands were pulled back and cuffed together. "Where are you taking me?" She asked, getting no response from them.

She was pulled to her feet and was taken out of the school. She then heard the opening of a car's door and she was thrust in.

The doors closed and the vehicle came to life.

"We've apprehended the subject." They began.

"Good. The plane is waiting at the extraction point." Someone replied from a radio.

"Affirmative."

"Casualties?"

"46."

46! Sherry felt like dying right now for what had happened. But, what did she do?


The SUV was set in gear and took off from the school and all the figures removed their masks.

"That went well." Ocampo said, setting his mask on his lap as he pulled out a syringe. Sitting, in the back seat next to the subject, he stuck her in the neck with the syringe.

Birkin moaned and let out a gasp of air and her body loosened in the seat. Her head set on her shoulder as she lost consciousness. Ocampo grabbed her and threw her in the back seat to make some more room.

"Too well." Crawford said, turning a corner. "That shit's going to be on the news."

Axe grabbed the syringe from Ocampo and set it in a case and put it under the passenger seat. "Hunk, why don't you take off your mask?"

"Mission's not over. We have to get to the extraction point unnoticed." Hunk replied.

Three cop cars passed by them, sirens blaring as the trio made their way to the school.

Crawford guided the Tahoe through downtown, making their way to the airport. An airplane then went over the tall buildings, casting a shadow on everything momentarily as it flew past.

Hunk looked behind him through the rear window, suddenly seeing four S.W.A.T. vans come out from a corner.

"Shit," he cursed under his breath readying his gun.

"You say something." Ocampo said.

"Aw, shit!" Crawford said looking at the rearview mirror. "We got company."

"This is the police! Pull the vehicle over! NOW!" One of the armored vehicles shouted, through a megaphone from inside.

"How far to the airport!" Hunk shouted changing out the mag in his weapon.

"Beyond that wire fence." Crawford said, "I'm driving through it."

Hunk felt the SUV accelerate as Ocampo opened the sun-roof and poked his head out with his weapon and began shooting.

Hunk looked out the driver's window and saw the wire fence crumple under the force of the vehicle. They then found themselves on a huge runway. But, no plane.

Axe got on the radio, "We don't have enough time, S.W.A.T. is here! Repeat! S.W.A.T. is here."

The radio came to life again, "Looks like we've underestimated the police force, we are taking off now."

Axe got off the radio and opened the window, "The planes taking off! Crawford, hope you can drive onto a moving plane!"

"Piece of cake!" Crawford replied turning sharply and going between two buildings.

Hunk cocked his weapon and prepared to-

Gunfire then came for them, hitting the SUV as Crawford steered them out of the buildings onto a new runway.

The armored trucks were returning fire on them. Rounds tore through the window and Hunk crouched behind the leather seats. Ocampo then came back in from the sunroof and collapsed on the seat.

Hunk looked at his motionless body and discovered blood pouring from multiple wounds on his body.

"I SEE THE PLANE!" Crawford shouted, "UP AHEAD!"

He looked through the window seeing a huge military looking cargo plane going down the runway, several hundred meters in front of them.

The gunfire from the S.W.A.T. ceased and Hunk saw Axe lean out the passenger window and began firing his weapon.

But, not for long. His body jerked and Axe fell out of the window. Hunk watched as his body hit the ground and began rolling on the asphalt at 80 miles an hour.

A screeching sound was heard from one of the trucks and Hunk watched as one of the S.W.A.T. vehicles smashed into Axe's body and tip over on its side.

Hunk grimaced at the sight and felt the SUV jerk left, and the sound of the engine decrease in sound. They were decelerating.

"Crawford!" He shouted, "What-"

He stopped short, seeing hundreds of holes punctured in the back of the drivers seat and blood splattered on the windshield.

Hunk climbed to the front seat and looked at Crawford's, bullet riddled body and opened the drivers door and pushed his deceased body out.

He sat in the seat and accelerated the vehicle, pushing the speed to 120 miles an hour, catching up with the plane.

The plane's cargo doors began getting bigger and bigger. He glimpsed at the speedometer seeing that he was pushing the danger zone.

The roaring of the planes engines then muted out all sound around him as he guided the vehicle closer to the open cargo door.

"We're running out of ground space! You better make it!" The radio warned.

Hunk then pressed the accelerator to the floor and took the SUV to 135. Smoke began emitting from under the hood as the SUV went up the cargo ramp and crashed inside the plane.

With the speeds he was going, he should've been dead, but the SUV angled slightly while boarding the plane and wedged itself between the plane walls.

He looked behind him and found the runway a mere line on the ground. The cargo door then blocked his view of the ground as it sealed shut.

"Maybe this is why they call me Mr. Death." He said to himself while removing his mask.

Hunk popped the truck and climbed to the back and opened the trunk door and jumped out. He grabbed Birkin's body and slung her body over his shoulders and walk around the wedged Tahoe and made his way to front of the plane.

"Tests showed that SUVs flip easily at high speeds." A familiar voice said from the cockpit as Hunk entered setting Birkin's body in one of the seats and applied the seat belt. "But, you were able to get it stuck between the walls of the plane. You should be dead."

"Nice to see you Wesker." Hunk greeted, "I got your package." He then said motioning towards Birkin's body.

"Excellent, I like it." Wesker said, smiling slightly, "The rest of your team?"

"Dead."

"Hmm... It doesn't matter really. All expendable, I didn't have faith in of them."

Hunk sat down at one of the seats and removed his vest, "I kind of sensed it, from someone as cold-hearted as you."

Wesker laughed, "Thank you. From someone who always gets the job done, they also have a sense of humor."

"What about the rest of them? Redfield and everyone else?"

"It's already being taken care of as we speak. It's just going to be hard to obtain the U.S. agent, Kennedy."

"No shit." Hunk said, rubbing the back of his head. "All because of them, I'm out of a job."

"Don't worry, Mr. Hunk, "You'll get your job back when they're all dead. Without them, nothing can stand in our way with the reestablishment of Umbrella. And your dirty work."

"I can't wait." Hunk commented, "What do you plan to do with them before killing them?"

He watched Wesker adjust his shades as he sat next to the pilot and crossed his legs and looked at Hunk, "I plan to have as much fun as I can with them before their ultimate demise."

"Enjoy your deaths. From Wesker." Hunk commented sarcastically, smiling as he leaned back in his chair.