RESIDENT EVIL 0-2

By: Artemis of the Moon

Rebecca fought to keep the pangs of nervousness out of her chest. They were hurting her so bad, freezing her steps and slowing her down. Every now and then she would have to take running steps to catch up to Jill. Jill's bangs were in here face, and she was making long brave strides. It was as if she wasn't afraid. Rebecca pulled out the map Barry had given her to keep her mind off her impending doom. "Hmmm." Rebecca said lightly. "Looks like the top levels are cover-ups. Looks like they're pretending to be a pharmaceutical company again." Jill smiled slightly. "Yeah. Nothing different then before. The labs are on the bottom levels, and everything on top is command and administration. We don't really need to go down to the labs, so everything is good." Jill finished. Rebecca grinned. "This should be easy, our center is pretty small." "Yeah, they always are." Jill agreed. "Becca?" she stopped suddenly, throwing Rebecca off slightly.

"Becca?" Jill repeated, urgency in her voice. "What?" Rebecca asked, matching Jill's concern. "I want to let you borrow this" Jill said lightly, holding something in her left hand. On closer inspection, Rebecca found that it was the beret Jill had been wearing the day she had gone into the mansion. It was a gray-blue blob now crumpled in her hand. "I want you to give it back to me though, and to do that, you have to be alive, okay?" Rebecca got what Jill was saying immediately. She wanted Rebecca to be careful and live so she could give Jill back her hat. "But I don't have anything to give you!" Jill giggled "I have no intention of getting myself killed though" she managed between small fits of laughter. It was now Rebecca's turn to laugh. "Oh, and I am?" Jill shook her head, making her chestnut hair tremble violently. "No, I just have control over myself dying. But I don't have control over you dying." This caused both young women to burst into laughter.

After they were done laughing, Rebecca was surprised that she was feeling much less tense. She stuffed the beret in her back pocket and kept walking. The desert night has became almost frigid and began to freeze her to the bones. She again looked at the enormity of the Umbrella base they were walking to. Rebecca calculated they were about a mile off now, and Jill reminded Rebecca they needed to veer off from the center of the base so they could reach the side unnoticed. She made note to stay much quieter in the future, since they were much closer to the base of operations. The rest of the walk was uneventful, and they reached the right side of the base rather swiftly.

Jill poked her at twenty yards off from the gate and said, "No more talking until we get in." Rebecca nodded and felt her butterflies suddenly increase at the stone cold look on Jill's face. I'm really glad she's on our side. I've seen her get vicious before, especially when times get really tough. You can do this, Rebecca. Just keep your eyes open and remember your training.

A sharp tap on her shoulder awoke her from her thoughts. Jill was poking her hard and motioning for her to crouch on the ground and be quiet. Rebecca ducked down, and noted the stench of dirt and a strange desert plant she didn't know the name of. Rebecca made an effort to keep soundlessly crouched and keep moving at the same time. Dust got in her nose and eyes, and she perished the thought of sneezing. They finally were able to crawl over to the edge of a chain link fence with nasty barbed wiring at the top.

On the other side of the fence there were a few tiny portable buildings that blocked the view of the rest of the facility. The whole facility had a macabre look, almost that of a concentration camp. The place gave Rebecca chills, but she was able to lighten up when she saw the apparent lack of guards. Out of experience, Rebecca knew most Umbrella guards were hired lackeys that didn't know which side of the gun to shoot out of. They were all armed, however, making them a danger.

Jill used her right hand to point upwards, indicating they were going to climb the fence. Rebecca was worried about climbing, as it had never really been her strong suit. The sharp edges of the rusty, dirty barbed wire struck fear into her heart like an icy arrow. She knew if she was to get stuck, the barbs would rip through her skin or clothes, leaving her as a sitting duck.

Jill rose slowly, and put both of her gloved hands high on the fence. She secured her grenade launcher around her back so it would bump noisily into the wiring, or so Rebecca thought. Jill's climbing was stealthy and quick, and as Rebecca watched her climb to the top, switch legs around the top and begin her descent down the other side. When she had reached the bottom, she motioned for Rebecca to come. With a large exhalation, Rebecca began to climb up one side of the fence. At the top, she attempted to stretch her leg all the way over the fence, but was greeted by a sharp pain in her leg. She jerked her leg away quickly, and found herself still stuck on the fence. Her mind began to scream at her for mercy, but she ignored it and tried again. He left leg slipped before hitting the other side, causing her to lose her balance and began to lean into the sharp spikes at the top. Hurriedly she jumped with her right leg and was able to clear the barbed wire. Her hands grasped for something solid to hold onto but found nothing. Her heart sank as the unfamiliar sensation of free fall wracked her body. The sensation lasted for a moment, and then she felt hard ground under her back. Her head hit the soft part of her arm, protecting her head from the hard blow of the ground. Pain drove through her body, making her feel as if her rib cage and spine had been hit with a sledgehammer. Her vision had shut down and she was having trouble breathing. A gloved hand reached down and grabbed her arm, forcing her up. "She shouldn't be moving me" Rebecca thought absently. "You shouldn't move people with back or neck injuries."

Once she had her bearings, Rebecca panted as she began to recollect oxygen into her lungs. The pain in her back became a small ache, and soon she began to stretch her muscles to make sure she could move. Jill moved to the closest building as soon as Rebecca had gotten up. Rebecca saw she was now crouched by the door, working with a lock pick. Jill was an ace with locks if Rebecca remembered correctly. Jill breathed a "Yes!" as the lock gave way under the pick. Rebecca watched as Jill turned the dusty brass knob and the creaking of the door giving way. Jill raised her launcher and surveyed the room for a moment before grabbing Rebecca by the wrist and shoving her inside.

Rebecca gasped for air after she entered the small portable. It was being used as a tool shed, or something of the sort. Dust laid on everything in the room, and several different types of hammers and wrenches were strewn all over the floor. The room smelled of wood, the aroma being given off by the many layers of wooden shelves that decorated the room. The air in the room was a mixture of stale, dusty, and humid (from a dryer set in the corner) which made her lungs heave in an effort to adjust. Rebecca suddenly felt awful about endangering the mission and Jill. "Jill, I'm so sorry. I tried to lift my leg over but it didn't work! I'm so sorry, someone could have heard-" Jill interrupted softly. "It's okay, that fence was pretty hard to get over, and your landing was one of the most quiet I've seen in awhile. Are you okay?" Rebecca nodded slowly. "My back hurts a little, but I can still bend and move. No nausea; and my head didn't hit the ground. Just a little shock, I guess." Jill smiled at her reassuringly "Okay, let's search this room for anything useful, then we'll head over to the command center." Rebecca nodded and began to search the small tool room.

The light in the room was minimal, the navy blue sky outside could be seen through a tiny window. Rebecca began to squint as she rummaged through the tools in a small yellow crate. At the bottom of the crate was a small cylindrical orange object, that Rebecca found to be a flare gun. "Hey Jill, I found this flare gun. Think it's of any use?" Jill shrugged and then went back to examining the clothes dryer "I dunno. Keep it if it doesn't weigh you down or give us away." Rebecca decided the team might have use for it later, so she shoved it into on of her holsters. At the front of the room was a cork bulletin board that housed many letters and flyers of all kinds. Some were as old as a few weeks ago, yet she found one small handwritten note posted in the center. She read and reread through it quickly.

Robert-

It has become apparent to me that you have been trying to clean the rear rooms of Administration Buildings A, B, and C. These rooms are for authorized presence's only. The doors have an alarm attached to the knob of the doors, so that when pulled the alarm goes off. The only way to disarm them is to use two Umbrella I.D. cards carried only by Lab administrators of that building. You've set off the alarms several times now and we must ask you to refrain from going in them anymore.

Thank you, Doctor Jullian.

"Jill! Take a look at this!" Jill rushed over and Rebecca directed her to the note. She took the tacks out of the note and read it again. "These are our buildings! That's great work, Becca. I should tell the others." Rebecca looked at her, puzzled. Jill pulled out a small radio, and pressed the button up and down a few times to signal the other three members. The radio fizzled before erupting "This is Barry, over". "Barry's okay!" Rebecca thought happily. "This is Jill, we have some interesting information, over" Rebecca sensed Barry laughing on the other side. "What is it, over?" Jill cleared her throat and read the note to Barry. When she was finished, Jill said "Did you get all that, over?" "Yeah, I did. Looks like we're going to have to do some card stealing, over." Jill cleared her throat and nodded "Gotcha, Big Bear. Make sure you tell Chris and Claire, too." Barry's voice got farther away. "Okay, they signaled for radio silence a little while ago. I'm going in! Wish me luck!" Rebecca and Jill both said "Good Luck!" at the same time before Jill turned off the radio.

"Okay, let's be on our way" Jill said, after checking the ammo in a pouch on her belt and in her grenade launcher. Rebecca nodded grimly and grabbed both silenced 9mm Berettas. She held them at the ready, and began to rethink her weapon choice. "Listen", Jill said before Rebecca reached the door. "You're gonna have to get rid of all the guards along the way. We don't want anyone to see or hear us before we get there. Okay?" Rebecca nodded again. "Let's go" Jill announced. Rebecca gave her the thumbs up, and they exited the tool shed.

The icy cool desert air ripped through Rebecca like a knife through butter. Jill motioned for Rebecca to go first, so she raced silently in front of the older woman. As she ducked around the tool shed, she saw a few dark shadows that were barely recognizable as people. The land stretched on forever like an endless plain. The young woman knew she couldn't take one down without causing chaos, so she and Jill would have to sneak their way into the center. A small building was a few feet away from the shed, and Rebecca motioned Jill to follow her. Rebecca dashed stealthily to the tiny building with Jill on her tail. After resting there for a moment, Rebecca noticed an incline of the ground. She again motioned for Jill to follow along the base of the small hill. Rebecca knew the shadows would provide cover and guide them. Behind another small portable, Rebecca stopped. She looked in front of her and saw a large yellow-green dome. This was it.

She looked around at the giant white building for a place to take cover right next to the building was a waist high brick wall protruding from the ground. She motioned Jill to stay where she was and hugged the wall of the portable, and ran to the wall. Rebecca saw light emerge around her and then dove to the ground and rolled into the wall, guns in hand. She crawled, using the shadow for cover. She noted that she was crawling towards the back of the center. Suddenly, she heard a noise that stopped her heart for a moment. The sound of footsteps. Using the ground as leverage, she catapulted herself forward to see who was walking. A shadow recognizable as a man was walking around what looked to be the back patio area of the building. She could see no more shadows, so she cocked the semi-automatic, checked the silencer, and raised it. She aimed the best she could for being on the ground. She steadied her hand with her arm, and fired. The sound made by the silencer surprised her, probably because she assumed it would be quieter. The body slumped to the ground in a heap, and Rebecca felt a strange sense of accomplishment.

Rebecca wasn't a killer. She only wanted to get the job done. She wasn't at all trigger happy, in fact, she never killed anyone whom she didn't need to. Rebecca got up, a motioned for Jill's help with the body. Jill raced up the small hill and down to the shadow to where Rebecca was standing. Together, the grabbed an arm of the guard and shoved him into the shadows of the wall. Rebecca grabbed some dirt and rubbed it in the minimal area of blood, disguising it as mud; maybe even as spilled coffee. For a moment the young woman's face was transfixed on the guard's body, his face shaped in an expression of horror. "Hide your guns, let's surprise whoever's in there." Jill whispered, and Rebecca watched as Jill's stone face returned. Jill reversed her grenade launcher so it hung loosely on her back. Rebecca put her guns in their belt holsters and stood behind Jill. "Ready? We're gonna get someone to guide us to a Lab Admin, then get the cards. Okay?" Rebecca gave her a thumbs up sign. "Yeah, I got it, let's disarm any guards we see." Jill unexpectedly pulled the glass door open and walked in. Rebecca followed suit.

Inside, there was a tiny room that looked to be a waiting room. Pink chairs were stacked next to each other around a glass table with a few magazines on it. In front of them, a young brunette girl was seated at a desk with a computer and phone system. She was talking to someone on the phone enthusiastically; Rebecca guessed a girlfriend or something. "Oh, sorry hon, I gotta go." The girl said when she noticed Rebecca and Jill. She quickly hung up the phone and looked attentively at the guests, as she had obviously been trained to do. On the front of her tiny desk a plaque read "Cara Wheeler - Secretary." Painted on the wall behind her was the strange red and black Umbrella logo. "What can I do for you?" Cara asked sweetly. Rebecca noticed an adjoining hallway she hadn't seen at first on her right. She decided to stay behind it, in case someone happened to wander down that way.

Jill swiftly turned the strap of grenade launcher around and showed it to the young girl threateningly. "We're here to see a Lab Administrator, care to show us where to find one?" Rebecca drew her guns and waved them at the girl. "Um, Y-Yes of course I will. P-Please don't hurt me!" Rebecca felt sorry for the girl; she was only a secretary after all. Jill gritted her teeth, obviously annoyed with the girl. "Now don't you scream or talk, I might have to hurt you. Cooperate, and you'll be fine." Cara went pale and gave a grim nod. "Hey Cara? You talking on the phone again?" An unfamiliar but gruff voice asked from the right. A man in a dark olive pull over carrying an AK-47 looking gun emerged from the right and swiftly raised his gun. "Hold it right there. Drop the gun or I'll shoot miss." Rebecca gasped and then realized. He didn't see her, he only saw Jill. She couldn't disarm the man now, or he'd try to shoot Jill. Cara opened her mouth to warn the man, but Rebecca pointed toward the man's skull and fired once from each gun. The man crumpled and was almost able to bring his fingers to his head before colliding with the wall and going down. Rebecca pushed the man toward the wall and then pointed her guns toward Cara again. Jill grabbed the girl by her under arm and dragged her in front of the desk. "Take me to him" Jill said to the Cara, who looked like she was about to faint. Cara walked with Jill, who had wadded up the girl's sweater in her free hand, and stabbed the point of the launcher into her back. Cara led them to and oak door with a plaque that read "James Carrie - Lab Administrator" Jill shoved Cara into the room where she toppled over a desk and fell over weakly. The man behind the desk looked sternly at her--until he realized what was going on.

"Who are you?" he demanded. The man was pale, but Rebecca was sure he was naturally that way. Rebecca noticed an I.D card hanging from around his neck. "It doesn't matter who we are. We're here for that." Jill announced, pointing to the tags" With a tug, Rebecca ripped it from his neck. "Ouch!" the man whined. "I demand you stop this right now! When security gets a hold of you-" Jill sighed. "Shut up! Do you want to die? If you keep talking I will light this office like a Roman Candle!" That shut him up. Cara whimpered, helpless against two leather chairs. Jill turned to Rebecca and said "One of us needs to watch them while the other grabs the last key card." Rebecca thought for a moment. "I think I'd much rather sit with the loud mouth." "You can go if you want, I think your aim is better than mine. " Rebecca said coolly. Jill nodded. "Okay, If I'm not back in ten, come looking for me. Oh, but gag that one first. Ciao!" she said and left the office.

Rebecca made sure to lock the door in case someone happened to stumble in on them. Carrie was mumbling something in his corner while Cara had silent tears running down her cheeks. "You're going to die, you know" Carrie said rudely to Rebecca. "Do you think you deserve to live after what you did to Raccoon City?" Carrie became enraged. "Umbrella had nothing to do with that! You can't prove it!" Rebecca walked up to him, and shoved the gun into his forehead. "Don't think I won't kill you right now, now sit down before I kick the shit out of you." Carrie's face dropped and he sank down farther into his corner. Rebecca had even surprised herself with her outburst. It felt good. She hadn't ever really been able to vent about Raccoon, and James Carrie was so smug about the work that killed thousands of people. She hated him.

Six minutes after Jill left, there was a banging on the door. "It's me!" Rebecca recognized Jill's voice and unlocked the door. "Got it!" Jill said triumphantly. "Yay!" Rebecca said. "What about these two? You know they won't be quiet if we leave them alone." Jill pondered for a minute "Let's tie them up." Jill took the strap off her grenade launcher and wrapped it around Carrie's waist. Rebecca grabbed some strong medical tape and gagged both he and the girl. After they were both secured, Jill locked the deadbolt and closed the door.

"Now we have to find the rear rooms, which should be around here somewhere." Rebecca announced, pulling the map from her Med-Kit. "I think they're this way, come on." The pair ran quickly to a pair of double doors on the other side of the cubicles they had seen upon entering. They stood in front of the doors for a few second when on both sides of them they heard footsteps. Rebecca slid the silencers off her guns. They had been found. Rebecca readied her guns as she saw three guards dressed in black round the corner she was facing. She started firing a bit early, knocking paint and plaster from the wall. Luckily, the guards had wandered straight into the rain of plaster, confusing and blinding them. The recoil of the guns blasted Rebecca backwards a slight bit. Two of the guards had been killed with headshots, the last was slumped over the back wall. From behind her, Rebecca felt immense heat and a slight rumbling from under her. Jill had launched a grenade! When Rebecca turned, Jill was on the ground, and three black wreaths of charred flesh lay beside her.

"Jill!" Rebecca yelled, dashing next to her fallen comrade. "I'm okay, a bullet caught my shoulder." The young woman reached into her Med-Kit, and grabbed a rubber tourniquet. She tied it onto Jill's arm, and loaded a syringe with Morphine. She flicked the needle and quickly found the vein to administer the drug. "This should take away most of the pain." Jill smiled appreciatively and then her face turned to an expression of horror. "Rebecca! Look out!" Fear crawled up Rebecca's spine as she reached for one of her pistols and spun around. Her shoe caught the carpet and she fired as she went down face first. The intruder Jill had seen muttered a few words before falling down on the carpet, crimson blood leaking from his wounds. Rebecca examined him. He was obviously a scientist, a lab assistant or something of the sort. Rebecca pushed back the thought that she killed an innocent as she tended to Jill's wounds. She used heavy cloth and medical tape to stop the bleeding in her shoulder, and then with strong arms, lifted her up. "I knew there was a reason we kept you around." Jill said jokingly. "You ready?" she added. "Ready as I'll ever be." Rebecca responded. Jill handed her Carrie's photo I.D. card and she got it ready to slide in. Jill did the same. "1..2..3!" Rebecca counted off, then pushed the card into the slot, and pulled it out again. The unnoticed red light above the double doors gave a loud buzz then turned a nasty shade of green. The doors gave a little click and then Rebecca and Jill shoved their way through.

"Barry said it should be through here somewhere." Rebecca said as the two women wandered through the hallways. Jill opened a door, and Rebecca made sure to reload her guns with a new clip in each. Jill pushed the large door open and burst in, Rebecca on her heels. Inside several scientists were drinking coffee and eating donuts. Until of course, the dirty pair rushed in, weapons held high. "Nobody move! Everyone on the ground and hands on your heads!" Jill yelled upon entry. The scientists looked flustered and most dove to the ground without a second thought. A few of the females gave screams of terror. A few of the more brave men stood, until they glanced at the guns the two women were toting, then took their own place on the ground.

"I want you all to stay in this position until I saw otherwise." Jill commanded. A few cries of sorrow were let out. "Becks, I want you to scout out the area and find the system. I went last time, remember?" Rebecca felt tense again. "Right" she said, and dashed outside the break room. Rebecca looked around the new area. In the back was the break room, and in the front was an empty infirmary. She ducked down an empty hallway and ran as fast as she could. She was caught off guard when a man with an automatic weapon opened fire down the hallway. "Shit!" she screamed as she dove through a door that was just opening. She felt herself fall through the door and collide with something else. She got up as fast as she could and jammed the door shut and locked it. The room was moderate sized, about the size of the break room, with machinery littered around it. The machines were large, with large handles with lenses hanging off them. A x-ray machine lay in the middle of the room. She dove to the floor as she heard massive amounts of gunfire coming through the small window that was inscribed into the door. Glass splashed on the floor getting in Rebecca's hair. She shielded her eyes from the glass, while trying to maintain a steady aim on the door. She listened and heard about three different voices outside the door, obviously pondering whether to come in or not. Rebecca backed up and the clanging metal tray she slammed into made its existence apparent. As she saw a hand reach into the room, through the window on the door, she fired shots at it, but she missed several times. The hand twisted the lock and then disappeared through the window. Rebecca felt hot tears falling from her face. She was going to die.

A/N: Weeeee…cliffhanger! Anyway, thanks to everyone who reviewed, I really appreciate it. I really hated this chapter, but I hope you all like it. I decided to go with the Remake for Gamecube for the base of this story, since RE0 is on Gamecube. Other than that…um…yeah. I'll update soon, and Billy will make his entrance shortly. If Rebecca survives. Tee-Hee!