Striker/Spriggan: Elite Force

By: Ominae

Rating: T

NOTE:
All characters of Striker/Spriggan are under the copyright of Hiroshi Takashige, Ryoji Minagawa and FROM Software. All characters of Resident Evil are under the copyright of Capcom. All other characters not belonging to either of the two mentioned series are under me.

Summary:

As the Strikers Elite continue to make preparations against any attempted raid by Umbrella's paramilitary corps, Nicholai Zinoviev of the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service (UBCS) is now preparing to bolster the UBCS, USFU and the Cleaners before the time has come to raid ARCAM's New Zealand research facility. ARCAM has now bolstered security by deploying ARCAM Special Private Army (ASPA) officer, Jimmy Max into the fray. Will this be able to make any changes into their battle plan against the Umbrella Corporation? Stay tune to this chapter to find out.

Chapter 5: Invasion

Helipad, ARCAM New Zealand research facility

The two ARCAM Corporation Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk helicopters have now made their descent. As the chopper's rotating blades are being switched off, scores of ARCAM Defense Unit (ADU) and ARCAM Special Private Army (ASPA) troopers began to swarm the area, making sure that no ones tries to attack the ARCAM choppers or the Strikers.

After most of the Strikers Elite team members have disembarked from the chopper, Mark Sy began to observe the ADU forces. Since the incident at Mount Ararat back in Turkey, ARCAM's Board of Directors have issued a directive that called for the revamp of its security.

Because of the nature of the operation in New Zealand, ADU and ASPA troopers stationed in the research facility are now being issued with military-style gear instead of being issued with various load bearing vests and loose equipment. Most of the Strikers have noticed that each and every ADU trooper was now wearing a black PASGT ballistic helmet with a black Nomex balaclava covering their faces. Wearing Olive Green Battle Dress Uniforms (BDUs) with the ARCAM Corporation patch sewn on the shoulder of their uniforms, they are also decked in black BlackHawk Omega Tactical Vest Cross Draw combat vests with HellStorm Lightfinger 1/2 Padded Gloves. Clipped on their belts were Yaesu VX-120 radio extender with IASUS Noise Terminator Sniper Throat Mics. Sheated on their belts were Blackwater Gear Tanto Fixed Blade Combat Knives in their Kydex Thermoplastic sheaths. They were also decked with various weapons such as assault rifles, submachine guns and shotguns.

"Good thing you arrived just in time, guys!" said a man, somewhere in his '30s. Like most of the ASPA troopers that have cordoned the helipad off, he was only an ARCAM Corporation ballcap, thus exposing his mustache to the cold, New Zealand air.

"Boy, am I glad to see you or what, Jimmy Max!" replied Mark, who shook hands with the man. "You're still alive and kicking after what YAMA did to your body."

"Yea! I'll never forget that!" sighed Jimmy as he took a glance at the other Striker operatives before explaining to them the situation that the facility was going through right now. "I'll let you know get freshed up for a while before we see the base commander. He'll debrief you on the situation, as well as with the present condition of Dr. Simon Higgins". He had survived an operation with Yu, Mark and his brother when the four were able to overcome the YAMA's mind-controlled employees since Jimmy's ASPA tactical team was heavily massacred by a combination of mechanical problem set by YAMA and its human-controlled army.

Without any other words, Jimmy Max motioned two ADU troopers to follow him. The Strikers Elite team members took their cue from Max and trailed close by behind him. One of the ADU troopers took out his identification card and swiped it and the automatic door's electronic console.

The doors hissed after the console recognized the trooper's ID card, allowing the group to enter inside the facility.

Airspace en route to ARCAM New Zealand research facility

"How much longer?"

Nichoali Zinoviev heavily decked in his standard UBCS combat gear, had began to question the Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk's chopper pilots after they were airborne for at least 14 minutes.

"We're still a long way to the destination, Major!" answered one of the pilots, who had to raise his voice due to the noise of the chopper's rotating blades.

"Can't this thing move any further?" yelled the Russian.

"I'm sorry, sir! We're doing the best we can." assured the other chopper pilot.

"Fine!" Nicholai Zinoviev went back on the chopper pilot, his back leaning on the Black Hawk's metal plate wall. As he used his eys to roam, he noticed that most of the UBCS operatives that he was embedded with are looking fearless as usual. He would never forget those that he had lead when he lead a detachment of UBCS operatives bakc in Raccoon City in 1998.

Eyeing his Singapore Technogies (ST) Kinetic SAR-21 MMS (Modular Mounting System) assault rifle, he depressed the weapon's magazine release button to remove the 30-round transparent magazine to check on its capacity. Seeing an empty space in the magazine chamber, he took a single 5.56 x 45 NATO bullet from his pants pocket and clipped the bullet until he heard a click sound, indicating that the bullet was inside. He then held the magazine and slapped it inside the open magazine hole, securing it into place.

He would then wonder what combat data that he would need to acquire as he was the designated Superivisor of Operation Stealth Mode by Umbrella HQ. He hoped that ARCAM would somehow, put up a good fight for him and the rest of the Umbrella paramilitaries.

Command Center, ARCAM New Zealand research facility

Jimmy Max took the opportunity to introduce the entire Strikers Elite team to Henry Miller, who happens to be the base commander and the commander of all ADUand ASPA forces stationed in the facility. The team, thanks to Gerald's prodding, discovers that Miller happens to be an Irish national.

"As HQ had advised us, I began to issue orders to most of the facility's personnel, barring any non-ARCAM personality from entering the place without any consent from the higher-ups." began Miller in his Irish accent. "I've also increased the security for the base and for Doctor Simon Higgins after making a request from HQ to deploy more ADU and ASPA platoons so far"

"Is that all that HQ can offer?" inquired Riza, stealing glances at Miller before looking at the other Strikers Elite members.

"That's true." sighed Miller. "However, HQ just doesn't see the threat that Umbrella could impose on all of us. I'm sure that all of us were made aware to what they did in Raccoon City back in 1998."

"Can you guys fend for yourselves in here in case Umbrella commandos are able to raid the place?" asked Gerald.

"Ever since COSMOS led an assault on ARCAM's Japanese branch, HQ also advised all branches to increase security on the command center. Meaning only key essential personnel are allowed access via keycard."

All the Strikers Elite operative nodded at Miller, some of them were even shaking at their feet after thinking about the walking dead, which was a result of years that the insidious corporation had spent on genetic engineering.

"Not that I want to say this, but I don't think that Umbrella could deploy zombified soldiers to fight us." assured Yu, striking a defiant pose.

"Maybe they'll deploy some intelligent monster that would fight with those paramilitaries." suggested Jean.

"I did hear some reports from intelligence that a sort of monster wearing a huge black coat was seen fighting some armed paramilitary operatives from the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service or the UBCS, if I recall correctly." answered Miller.

Mark Sy did hear him right. He was the first to read the report concerning the presence of a strange monster. The intelligence report had indicated that the monster was dubbed "Nemesis". Rumors began to fly around that a sort of strange creature was inserted to his body before he underwent the transformation.

"I hope Jill Valentine and the others are all right." wondered the masked leader of the Strikers Elite. He met Jill Valentine when one of his vacations in the United States landed in Raccoon City. His father decided that they needed a change in scenery. In fact, he could still remember the time that he first met her.

Early 1996

"Excuse me, are you all right?"

Mark Sy, who was only 11 years old, was looking up at the face of a young female officer, who appears to be in her early '20s. She was in her full uniform, especially with her beret. He saw the S.T.A.R.S. logo on it as well.

"I'm fine, Officer. I just fell down on the pavement while trying to get to my parents on time." replied Mark, who was blushing after seeing her face.

"Well, you better watch your step next time. Let me help." said the female officer, who offered her hand to help him stand up.

"Thank you." said Mark, who was still blushing.

"What's your name?" questioned the woman, who smiled at the young boy.

"Mark. Mark Sy." answered the young boy, trying to smile at the officer.

"I'm usually addressed as Officer Jill Valentine, but you can call me Jill since you're so cute." Jill playfully pinched Mark's cheek, making them even more red.

"Thank you, Jill."

"No problem. I'd always want to help cute boys like you."

"You alright, comrade?" asked Roland, who gently nudged Mark out of his thinking with his elbow, while Miller was continuing his debriefing session with the Strikers.

"Yea, Roland." answered the masked Striker agent, looking down at the floor. "I'm just thinking about the Raccoon City disaster that happened back in 1998"

"Don't worry about it." Roland pumped his fist in the air. "We'll get us some Umbrella fodder for us to shoot at, right?"

"Right." Mark rummaged his hand on his vest pocket and slipped out a blue beret. He gazed at the emblem that was on it before he tucked it back inside, drowning himself in the briefing of the base commander.

Airspace near ARCAM New Zealand research facility

"We're near the outskirts of the facility, Major Zinoviev!" said the chopper pilot, who pointed to the Russian Major the location of the are that they'll be dropped off to.

"Notify the other choppers to get deployed at once." ordered Nicholai.

"Yes sir!" One of the chopper pilots began to work on communicating Nicholai's urgent orders with the other chopper pilots. Within minutes, scores of USFU, UBCS and Cleaner platoons began pouring out of the helicopters with a show of both force and defiance.

It would leave a mark in the world of black-ops and covert paramiltary operations, possibly as the mother of all battles.

Armory, ARCAM New Zealand research facility

"How much longer?" murmured Yu, who was loading his Heckler and Koch G3A3 assault rifle.

"Are you that eager for battle, Ominae?" remarked Jean, who heard his murmuring while loading his Franchi SPAS-12 shotgun.

"It can't be helped, can it?" questioned Tea, who was seated near the door, sipping a cup of water.

"I guess not, Tea." answered Tatsuki, who was eyeing his Beretta AR-70/90 assault rifle.

"Maybe, but I wonder how things will be later." wondered Miguel, who was loading his Ruger AC-556 assault rifle before he would swing the folding stock to a ready position.

"Bah! We'll just show them who's boss, right?" challenged Patrick, slapping a 30-round 5.56 NATO magazine into his Norinco QBZ-97/Type 97 assault rifle.

"I guess." sighed Riza, who brushed some strands of her black hair from her face while she prepared to load a 30-round magazine into her GIAT FAMAS G2 assault rifle.

"Just get me out there and I'll show those Umbrella faggots the true spirit of an Irish fighter." boasted Gerald, who chambered a 5.56 NATO round into the chamber of his Robinson Armament M96 assault rifle.

"I heard a rumor from some of the ADU guys that a B.O.W. maybe deployed tonight." suggested Michelle, who was loading 5.56 NATO bullets into a 30-round for her IZHMASH AK-101 assault rifle.

"What the heck is a B.O.W.?" asked Derrick, fumbling his fingers on a 30-round magazine adaptor for his Israel Military Industries (IMI) Galil ARM assault rifle.

"Bio-Organic Weapon." replied Roland calmly, loading a fresh 20-round magazine for his IMBEL M964 assault rifle.

"Wonder if things will work out Dr. Higgins later?" pondered Edward, who had already slapped a 30-round magazine meant for his Fabrique Nationale (FN) Fabrique Nationale Carbine (FNC) assault rifle.

"I'm definetely sure that the guys out will do fine." commented Wesley, who finished inserting the last 5.56 NATO bullet for the transparent magazine of his Australian Defense Industries (ADI) Limited F88 assault rifle. "After all, they did that in Raccoon City and all."

"This may be a dumb question, but isn't deploying a B.O.W. against us an overkill?" inquired Jamal, who was inserting 12 gauge shells for his Reutech Defense Industries (RDI) Protecta shotgun.

"I don't think so." came the answer from Diego Sanchez, who was adjusting the chain link belt box of 7.62 NATO bullets for his US Ordnance M60E3 GPMG.

"After all..." explained Robert, who closed the feeding port of his SIG MG 710-3 GPMG after linking some 7.62 NATO bullets from his chain link belt box before he passedanother 7.62 NATO chain link box to Tudor. "We've got Jean and his werewolf ability to back us up."

Jean sternly looked at the American Striker operative with anger. Mark noticed that a vein was seen to be popping from his head.

"Amen to that, brother." added Tudor, who began to clip the 7.62 NATO belt into the feeding port of his Vektor SS-77 GPMG.

"Don't worry about that, Jean. Just make sure that you don't get shot later on." insisted Timothy, adjusting the 5.56 NATO chain link box after he lifted his Sumitomo Heavy Industries M-249 LMG from the long table in the center of the Armory.

"So we wait for the enemy to come to us, eh?" quipped Sandywan, who was trying to break the tension between Jean and the other Striker agents. He was still making some adjustments for his SANTA BARBARA Ameli LMG.

"Guess so. We got no choice to make sure that good old doctor will be okay here." elaborated Ronald, who clipped the sling on his Daewoo K3 LMG.

As for Harald and John, the two lone snipers of the Strikers Elite were busy fixing their respective sniper rifles. The two were also too busy zeroing their respective U.S. Optics SN-9 Ultra Power Scopes too and attaching them to the scope mounts of their Springfield M21 and Technical Equipment International (TEI) M89SR sniper rifles.

"Can't anything get better than this?" Mark could only sigh before he took a black balaclava from the long table.

Outskirts of ARCAM New Zealand research facility

Major Nicholai Zinoviev, UBCS Field Officer and Supervisor for Operation Stealth Mode, gazed at the dead ADU troopers near the entrance of the ARCAM New Zealand research facility. Cleaners were mostly responsible for the silent kills by choking them to death after snapping their necks from behinds. Before they continued on, Nicholai got the receiver of his Motorola MTS2000 radio and informed the pilots of the Aérospatiale AS 330 to immediately deploy the pod. After the orders were given, a crashing sound was heard in the air as the pod was smashed upon impact on the helipad of the complex.

The Cleaners, for the mission, were armed with the Heckler and Koch MP-5KA4 and SITES Spectre M4 submachine guns. Dressed in their black jumpsuits with ITT Night Quest 5000 night vision goggles attached to head mounts, they would even make Third Echelon operative Sam Fisher jealous.

"Let's move!" barked Nicholai silently as he lead the combined teams of UBCS, USFU and Cleaner troopers towards the ARCAM New Zealand research facility. With stealth and the darkness as their guide, they were able to elude trouble before they arrived near the side entrance of the complex.

Nicholai raised his arm, signalling his men to wait for him to finish his job. He peeked around the corner and eyed a single ADU trooper armed with a Diemaco C7 assault rifle. He crept up to the man stealthy and as the guard began to go at his rounds, the Russian man lunged at him from behind and began to grapple with him as the ADU trooper tried to pry his sidearm from his holster.

Another ADU trooper came through the side entrance and noticed the struggle. Just as he was about to take him with his Heckler and Koch UMP 9 submachine gun, a USFU trooper lunged at him from behind. He covered his mouth with his gloved him and slashed his neck with his S.O.G. Pentagon knife. Nicholai then finished the first ADU trooper off by snapping his neck in an instant, something that he had learned as a Spetsnaz officer during his Afghanistan and Chechnya days.

Motioning a UBCS operator to approach the electronic console on the sliding door, he took out a hacking device that consisted of a PDA with some wires portrudding out of it. Connecting the wires to the console, the UBCS operatives pressed a series of command on the PDA via stylus pen. As the strike force patiently waited for the right time to move in, the PDA began to unlock the console's electronic override system. After a few long minutes, the override system was hacked through, enabling the Umbrella paramilitaries to enter the place in total secrecy.

"We did it, Major." whispered the UBCS man, giving a thumbs up.

"Let's go." Nicholai Zinoviev lead the way inside the complex with the aid of his ST Kinetics SAR-21 MMS assault rifle. Aiming at various directions with his Nikon Monarch Red Dot Sight. The others unslinged their respective weapons and followed the lead of the Russian Supervisor. A loud roaring sound was heard in the night sky outside of the facility, accompanying the secret infiltration of the paramilitary forces.

Unknown to them, a surveillance camera had observed the events that had occured for the past 10 minutes. Detecting them as a silent threat, it emitted a signal back to the facility's command center, indicated by a blinking red light found on top of the camera.

It would only mean one thing.

The complex was now under "invasion" by the Umbrella Corporation.

Chapter 5 END