Chapter 2: Dirty Little Secrets

It had been a long night. A long, emotional, thoroughbred, all-but-cozy night. Without Chris, things seemed empty and without a good cause. Such was the image imprinted onto the remainder of the S.T.A.R.S. Code of Arms, strong even but without their leader's support. But it didn't come without suspicion, which reared it's ugly head the moment rookie cop Leon arrived at the scene; the scene of horror, the scene of misjudgment, the scene of evil in it's purest and most darkening form. The evolution of catastrophe.

Leon left the parking lot that night. The sounds of police sirens blazing about were very soon afterwards replaced by a substance. A substance so impure it was very clearly portrayed as an act of the Devil himself. It was making it's presence felt, and it was coming from inside the building, behind closed doors... the sounds called out to them.

Sounds of the Living Dead. Three hours have passed upon their Undead resurrection and they were ready to walk the Earth..

...once again.

Leon hurried back home in his car, dazing through the night. The night which the Dead roam free, reeking into adolescent thoughts and nightmares alike. This was their nightmare, and he wanted no part in it.

He didn't get any.

Later that night...

Leon sat behind his computer at home, bestowed in pure darkness. Drawers full of books, a television, among several other inanimate objects in this place, were blinded by the thickets of darkness left behind and before them. There was nothing there. Nothing but a computer and a very critique mind behind it.

Then he heard footsteps... he just knew whose they had to be. And then a voice, which was all the more familiar to him.

"Sir," Claire (Redfield) notified. "What did you find?"

"I've found a tape," rookie cop Leon informed her. "holding viable information regarding Umbrella and their new Avion Network. It is critical we take affirmative action of it immediately."

"And just what resources have Umbrella sized control of this time?" Claire asked him.

"These findings," Leon explained informatively. "are the key to their entire operation. Come see for yourself."

And without further adue, he began to play the tape. All silence has bared witness to it's sound at this time.

"How's the virus doing?" one of two Umbrella specialists asked the other.

"Excellently," said his opposition. "The virus has begun to do it's work."

"Any survivors?"

"No, sir," he replied. "No survivors detected."

"Admirable."

"There was one who tried to hijack the local Avion Network, but was caught immediately," said the blondie. "It was feminine."

"Where is she now?"

"Inside the Vigilante program," he explained. "She's begin used for genetic experimentation."

"Shall we check the mental, physical health condition?"

"Yes."

ZZZZZ...

"So from my understanding," Claire sought out off the top of her head. "they've found a much more effective means of transporting the virus?"

"Yes," Leon informed. "Apparently, they've found a way to distribute the virus through means of electronic or handheld devices. It has a much wider-spread radius than the original T-virus contamination."

"So it can spread," Claire began questioning once more. "past the outskirts of Raccoon city?"

"Yes, ma'am," Leon replied. "Soon, the entire country will become a target. Through televisions, pagers, cellular phones, handheld and ventilation systems across the globe, the entire world will become one as well. We're talking viral homicide here. Viral. The virus has fallen into the wrong hands, putting the entire world into great danger. We mustn't let Umbrella get away with this. If we do, we are seriously fucked. Just imagine what can happen in just several weeks worth of contaminating force being swept away from the virus."

"Is there still hope?"

"I don't know, Miss," Leon responded irregularly. "Alls I can say is that there may be no way out of this..."

TBC