The Search for Bravo Team
Alpha Team
Joe was the first to open fire. The powerful discharge of his specially designed M75 assault rifle began to create a path between the ten or more mutated dogs. However, it didn't seem to be enough, as each fallen dingo got back up, and continued to advance on the surprised S.T.A.R.S team.
"What the hell? How do we kill these damned things?!" Joe shouted over the sound of his teammates' gunfire.
"Aim for the head, it's the only way!" Rick shouted in response, "I know it's hard, but it's the only thing that'll kill'em!"
The others did as Rick suggested, and soon, all but one were down for good. The one that was left seemed to be more advanced, and more evasive than the rest. Before he knew it, Joe was on his back, and the last member of the pack was on his chest, pinning him down. The unusually strong dingo thrust his gaping mouth down toward Joe's exposed neck, but with a thundering boom, the creature flew back and landed limp, it's skull having been penetrated by a 9mm parabellum round. Joe, who had his eyes closed, fearing the inevidable, slowly opened them, and after seeing the dead creature in front of him, turned his head to see the smoking barrel of Tiffanie's newly designed SP-17 S.T.A.R.S Special, aimed carefully at his torso where the monster had been perched.
After about two seconds, Tiffanie turned her attention to the fallen corpse, "Chew on that, hellhound! I always did like cats better."
Britney and Liz walked over and extended a hand each, which Joe grabbed, as they helped him back to his feet.
"Whew!" Joe sighed, "Thanks Tiff. That was too close."
"Alright people..." Rick said, "search the area for any sign of Bravo team. Liz, check those corpses. Make sure none of them are Bravo members. Hunter, check the chopper, see if there's any mechanical problems. Britney, keep trying to contact the others, and let me know if there's any response. Tiffanie, check over the plane and see if Bravo team missed anything. Ken, come with me, we're going to scout ahead about a mile, and see if there's any clues on the whereabouts of Dan and the others. Remember, we have radioes, so be sure to contact us if anything, or anyone turns up."
The Underground Labs
Lillian was down in one of the many experiment rooms with Perry, where they were checking on the new MA-125s. Of all the Gen-Tech guinea pigs, the 125s were Lillian's favorites. For starters, they were all female, so that there would be no breeding. Secondly, they were very social in nature, and as such, they were designed for hunting in groups of three or four. While they were far from being intellectual, like humans, they were capable of coordinating attack patterns and communicating when hunting their prey, or when being attacked. And, thanks to Perry's great biogenetic mind, they were infused with the latest viral serum. This concoction enabled recently destroyed creatures to be reanimated. It also regenerated muscle tissue at an alarmingly fast rate. These abilities take effect within an hour of the subject's death. In effect, the dead come back to life, stronger than before, and almost completely healed. The effects reminded Lillian of the V-ACTS, or "crimsonheads" from the Spencer mansion, almost three decades earlier. But this virus was still far superior. The effects on human experiments had varying degrees of success, but some of the more successful specimens were able to maneuver better, open closed doors, and in some cases, they could actually grab an enemy and throw them down, in order to stun the victim long enough to become the creature's next meal. When thes effects took place in a 125, however, the "Hunters" became deadlier than ever. They resembled the 121s from Umbrella's original BOW experiments, but with extended claws that resembled the "Lickers." The bones of the hunters became more durable after ressurection, which made it harder to penetrate the creatures' skulls. If the bodies do not get destroyed by fire, or if the creatures' brains are not destroyed the first time, then the reanimated creature would be far more difficult to destroy permanently. However, the downside was that only 1 out of every 10 specimens gained these viral effects. The other problem, or blessing, depending on personal point of view, was that the virus could only be spread through direct entry into the bloodstream, or respiratory system. While the virus can be contracted by breathing, it cannot survive in open air. It has to be inhaled through a breathing apparatus, so that it is fed directly into the victim's lungs. The only other ways to be exposed, are to have it injected, or if the victim is bitten. However, most victims are slashed to death by the hunters, so most victims of their attacks die, and stay dead. And of course, as always, zombies beget more zombies.
"Well," said Lillian, "it looks like we have finally succeeded in creating the ultimate biogenetic virus. Perry, dear, you are a certifiable genius."
"Thanks Lillian, but unfortunately, the T-500s are far from ready. If they are released prematurely, it could spell the end of our new venture, and Gen-Tech will never reach it's full potential. Also, our source tells me that the S.T.A.R.S have arrived, and are running an investigation as we speak. Now, I think it would be best if you would get away from here in case they show up here. I can stay and continue monitoring the progress of the T-500s."
"I will not leave Hall! Have you forgotten who's in charge here? I want to see the progress first-hand."
"Yes, you are in charge, Lillian, which is why Gen-Tech cannot afford to lose you. If you get caught, Gen-Tech dies. At least if I get caught, the other scientists can continue our work. The "Ressurection Virus" is complete, so all that's left to do is to monitor and record our specimens' development. I am, believe it or not, expendable at this point, but you aren't."
"Fine. I'll go. I will set up a meeting with our source, and our investors, in an effort to get Gen-Tech up and running. It's funny when you think about it, isn't it?"
"What do you mean, Lil'?"
"I always thought UN Speaker James Michaels was a smart man. It's just too damn bad that he doesn't realize one of his most trusted associates is in league with us."
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And so the plot thickens. I hope you've enjoyed this particular chapter, as well as the others. Don't forget to leave your reviews!
Next chapter, I hope to unravel the mystery of the missing Bravo Team.
Alpha Team
Joe was the first to open fire. The powerful discharge of his specially designed M75 assault rifle began to create a path between the ten or more mutated dogs. However, it didn't seem to be enough, as each fallen dingo got back up, and continued to advance on the surprised S.T.A.R.S team.
"What the hell? How do we kill these damned things?!" Joe shouted over the sound of his teammates' gunfire.
"Aim for the head, it's the only way!" Rick shouted in response, "I know it's hard, but it's the only thing that'll kill'em!"
The others did as Rick suggested, and soon, all but one were down for good. The one that was left seemed to be more advanced, and more evasive than the rest. Before he knew it, Joe was on his back, and the last member of the pack was on his chest, pinning him down. The unusually strong dingo thrust his gaping mouth down toward Joe's exposed neck, but with a thundering boom, the creature flew back and landed limp, it's skull having been penetrated by a 9mm parabellum round. Joe, who had his eyes closed, fearing the inevidable, slowly opened them, and after seeing the dead creature in front of him, turned his head to see the smoking barrel of Tiffanie's newly designed SP-17 S.T.A.R.S Special, aimed carefully at his torso where the monster had been perched.
After about two seconds, Tiffanie turned her attention to the fallen corpse, "Chew on that, hellhound! I always did like cats better."
Britney and Liz walked over and extended a hand each, which Joe grabbed, as they helped him back to his feet.
"Whew!" Joe sighed, "Thanks Tiff. That was too close."
"Alright people..." Rick said, "search the area for any sign of Bravo team. Liz, check those corpses. Make sure none of them are Bravo members. Hunter, check the chopper, see if there's any mechanical problems. Britney, keep trying to contact the others, and let me know if there's any response. Tiffanie, check over the plane and see if Bravo team missed anything. Ken, come with me, we're going to scout ahead about a mile, and see if there's any clues on the whereabouts of Dan and the others. Remember, we have radioes, so be sure to contact us if anything, or anyone turns up."
The Underground Labs
Lillian was down in one of the many experiment rooms with Perry, where they were checking on the new MA-125s. Of all the Gen-Tech guinea pigs, the 125s were Lillian's favorites. For starters, they were all female, so that there would be no breeding. Secondly, they were very social in nature, and as such, they were designed for hunting in groups of three or four. While they were far from being intellectual, like humans, they were capable of coordinating attack patterns and communicating when hunting their prey, or when being attacked. And, thanks to Perry's great biogenetic mind, they were infused with the latest viral serum. This concoction enabled recently destroyed creatures to be reanimated. It also regenerated muscle tissue at an alarmingly fast rate. These abilities take effect within an hour of the subject's death. In effect, the dead come back to life, stronger than before, and almost completely healed. The effects reminded Lillian of the V-ACTS, or "crimsonheads" from the Spencer mansion, almost three decades earlier. But this virus was still far superior. The effects on human experiments had varying degrees of success, but some of the more successful specimens were able to maneuver better, open closed doors, and in some cases, they could actually grab an enemy and throw them down, in order to stun the victim long enough to become the creature's next meal. When thes effects took place in a 125, however, the "Hunters" became deadlier than ever. They resembled the 121s from Umbrella's original BOW experiments, but with extended claws that resembled the "Lickers." The bones of the hunters became more durable after ressurection, which made it harder to penetrate the creatures' skulls. If the bodies do not get destroyed by fire, or if the creatures' brains are not destroyed the first time, then the reanimated creature would be far more difficult to destroy permanently. However, the downside was that only 1 out of every 10 specimens gained these viral effects. The other problem, or blessing, depending on personal point of view, was that the virus could only be spread through direct entry into the bloodstream, or respiratory system. While the virus can be contracted by breathing, it cannot survive in open air. It has to be inhaled through a breathing apparatus, so that it is fed directly into the victim's lungs. The only other ways to be exposed, are to have it injected, or if the victim is bitten. However, most victims are slashed to death by the hunters, so most victims of their attacks die, and stay dead. And of course, as always, zombies beget more zombies.
"Well," said Lillian, "it looks like we have finally succeeded in creating the ultimate biogenetic virus. Perry, dear, you are a certifiable genius."
"Thanks Lillian, but unfortunately, the T-500s are far from ready. If they are released prematurely, it could spell the end of our new venture, and Gen-Tech will never reach it's full potential. Also, our source tells me that the S.T.A.R.S have arrived, and are running an investigation as we speak. Now, I think it would be best if you would get away from here in case they show up here. I can stay and continue monitoring the progress of the T-500s."
"I will not leave Hall! Have you forgotten who's in charge here? I want to see the progress first-hand."
"Yes, you are in charge, Lillian, which is why Gen-Tech cannot afford to lose you. If you get caught, Gen-Tech dies. At least if I get caught, the other scientists can continue our work. The "Ressurection Virus" is complete, so all that's left to do is to monitor and record our specimens' development. I am, believe it or not, expendable at this point, but you aren't."
"Fine. I'll go. I will set up a meeting with our source, and our investors, in an effort to get Gen-Tech up and running. It's funny when you think about it, isn't it?"
"What do you mean, Lil'?"
"I always thought UN Speaker James Michaels was a smart man. It's just too damn bad that he doesn't realize one of his most trusted associates is in league with us."
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And so the plot thickens. I hope you've enjoyed this particular chapter, as well as the others. Don't forget to leave your reviews!
Next chapter, I hope to unravel the mystery of the missing Bravo Team.