CRIMSON SUN

Copyright 2005

disclaimer-i do not own any of these characters (except for me), and the resident evil stuff is property of capcom, yada yadda yadda, chapter 12, dont sue me, whatever

By: Travis Beckman

Chapter 1

Our unit would touch down in Racoon City in about an hour. The mood on the helicopter was a very solumn one, the look on everyones face straight and fixed on the doorway. My name is Travis Beckman, and I am an employee of the Umbrella Corporation, pacrticularly the Umbrella Biohazard Contermeasure Service, or UBCS. Our mission at hand had something to do with a "small outbreak" of the T-Virus, that was what my officers told me. It was pretty much just a clean-up mission-find the T-virus, destroy it, and everyone who knew about it. We would touch down right next to the warehouse, then work our way inside to where the source of the "outbreak" was. This meant that some shooting would probably happen, but everyone hoped that it would be kept to a minimum.

"But why do this in the middle of the day? Won't people get suspicious of us when we fly over their heads armed with rifles? And what happens once the shooting starts?" It didn't seem to make any sense, but since Umbrella had made all of those police tickets and legal stuff go away, I wasn't about to start questioning them. They let me do whatever I wanted to do, and that was alright with me.

I looked around the cabin of the helicopter at all the guys I'd be working with. I didn't know their names, but I knew that if worst came to worst, I'd have to rely on them to watch my back, just as I would watch theirs. I looked over at the door gunner, who was doing an inspection of his M60 heavy machine gun. I supposed the helicopters would circle above us while we went in and give us some covering fire should we need it

"And why would you need death from above if its only a simple raid? Does the SWAT team call in gunship support if there's a drug dealer in the room? Something else is going on…something they're not telling us" I questioned again, but remembered that the only reason I wasn't in jail being sodomized by a guy named Tank was because Umbrella had paid off the feds for that little car-jacking of mine.

"How nice of them to pay for an hour with a Rolls Royce" Most of the guys in the UBCS came from the bottom of the line, most of them guys who served jail time and were now looking to do something with their lives., but couldn't because conventional business' refused to hire them. Others had military service under their belt, and came from different corners of the world. Russia, Germany, Britain, Japan, a whole grab bag of nationalities in this group. Almost none of them had any family. They were either back home in their country, or just didn't exist. But they were experts at what they did, and they took pride in that.

The sun peaked at high noon, and combined with an already unseasonably hot September day, it just made matters worse. The cabin started to heat up, making all of us incredibly sweaty underneath our gear. Even with the doors open, that just let more hot air in. I fully unzipped my army green flak vest in an attempt to try and cool myself off, but it was a slight relief. I checked the thermometer on one of the walls, andlet out a grunt when I saw it was 98 degrees in the cabin. One of the guys closest to the door nearly fell out when he leaned out to vomit, some of it landing on the floor. Another guy, I think his name was Dimitri, passed a canteen around, and by the time it got back to him, it was bone dry. I looked out the doors and watched the three other helicopters around us,each filled with about seven or eight UBCS members. It was like looking at mirrors of ourselves, jet black helicopters, each man looking almost exactly alike, the blank stares on each mans face.

"Five minutes!" The pilot yelled at us. As if on cue, all the guys chambered a round in their guns and started doing equipment checks. I pulled the bolt back on my M4 carbine rifle and sent a round home. After that, I checked my .45 pistol to make sure that was ready to go.

Also, I preformed the standard equipment check we were tought at basic training-make sure your mags are fully loaded, make sure your gear is nice and secure to your vest or web-gear or whatever you chose to wear. I untied my boots and tied them extra tight, double knotting them. The pilot held up four fingers, meaning that there were four minutes to touchdown. I set my radio to channel seven, the standard channel for UBCS personnel. Up ahead, I saw the city we were heading into. Smoke billowed up from random spots, and empty cars littered the streets.

A small outbreak?

Three minutes had passed, and we would be down in a matter of seconds. I gripped my rifle tight and set the fire selector switch on semi-auto as a horrible feeling knotted my stomach. But before I could really think about it, the helicopters touched down, and everyone ran out. We had landed in a big empty lot in front of this warehouse we were suppose to raid while the helicopters took an overhead pattern to provide covering fire. The first thing I noticed, was the lack of movment. Nothing moved besides us, no cars, no people running inside, nothing. Everybody got into line for further instructions from their commanders. As I stood there, I was hit with a horrible stench

"If a piece of shit was in a bag which someone threw up on, then was left in the sun, I guess that would explain it. Maybe its 'put your vomited-on shit bag out in the sun' day" I chuckled a little, but it was still weird.

"Ok, here's the plan" My commanding officer, Mikhail Borukov, started to explain "We need two guys to explore the warehouse. Any volunteers?" He asked. When nobody replied, he made his own

"Beckman and Schroeder, you just volunteered. Go check it out" He said. Letting out a frustrated sigh, I accepted my task and followed Schroeder across the lot to the front door of the warehouse.

"Think we'll find anything?" he asked me, his thick German accent making him sound like a tough guy.

"We'll find out soon enough, won't we? Stand on the other side of the door" I replied. He did as I said, and after I slowly opened the door, he went in first, turning on the flashlight on his MP5 submachine gun. I followed behind him, keeping my breathing steady, and trying to walk as quietly as I could as the door closed behind us, darkness engulfing the entire building.

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