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:
ARCAM's New Zealand research facility is now under attack by Umbrella's paramilitary forces lead by Major Nicholai Zinoviev, a battle hardened veteran who fought in Umbrella's UBCS (Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service) unit in Raccoon City. Leading the defense of the ARCAM Corporation is the Strikers Elite force, lead by Filipino Striker operative Mark "Hiryu" Sy, and the ARCAM Defense Unit. A fierce and deadly gunbattle is now underway in a secret war between ARCAM and Umbrella in New Zealand. Who will be the victor from this battle? Stay tune to this chapter to find out.
Note - To those who don't know Nicholai Zinoviev's reputation in Resident Evil/Biohazard 3, he's a ruthless UBCS officer who was responsible for countless numbers of executions against his subordinates if they're dying from their wounds or from the monsters that are infected with the T-Virus.
Chapter 7: Repulsion Part 2
2nd Floor Stair Landing, ARCAM New Zealand research facility
Back on the 2nd floor, the remaining Strikers Elite team members were busy engaging more UBCS, USFU and Cleaner platoons as they were getting more and more overwhelmed.
"Take this, you damn faggots!" yelled Tatsuki, unloading several 5.56 NATO bullets from his Beretta AR-70/90 assault rifle on a squad of UBCS operatives while crouching near a stairwell. In the exchange, two UBCS operatives were shot in the chest. Another was luckily shot in the head while one was wounded in the shoulder and leg.
Jean Jacquemonde, exposing his face and arm from a corner wall, unloaded a single 12 gauge shell from his Franchi SPAS-12 shotgun. Firing his weapon into the tight corridor, two USFU troopers were taken out as they took cover from behind opened office doors. The French national could only smirk at his handiwork.
Tea Flatte, on the other hand, was cornered by UBCS and Cleaner operatives in the dead end of a certain corridor on the 2nd floor, aiming their weapons at the fearless British Striker operative. She could only smile as she took out two pieces of white cloths from her coat, bearing the symbol of a Pentagram.
"I suggest that you start running." mocked Tea, who released her grip on the white cloths.
Before the eyes of several UBCS and Cleaner troopers, they were loss at words when the cloths suddenly transformed into huge white lions with angel wings on them.
"Eyahhhhhhh!" shouted one of the Cleaner troopers, who wildly fired his SITES Spectre M4 submachine gun at the raging beast.
"Oh my god!" yelled a UBCS operator, who also tried to empty a clip of 5.56 NATO bullets from his Colt M4 assault rifle.
The rest of the UBCS and Cleaner troopers were in shock over seeing the cloths change into beasts and in desperation, unloaded several 9mm Parabellum and 5.56 NATO bullets from their small arms. Sensing the approach of the bullets, she twisted the space continuum from the inner depths of her mind and in an instant, the flying bullets changed their direction and impacted themselves on the UBCS and Cleaner troopers, killing them instead of her.
"Hmph!" muttered Tea under her breath, gently brushing some of her hair away from her face. "They don't know who they're dealing with."
While Tea was busy assessing her situation, the other Strikers had their hands full engaging the rest of Umbrella's paramilitary forces that were trying to gain control of ARCAM's New Zealand research facility.
Gerald Ahern opened fire with his Robinson Armament M96 assault rifle after he replaced his used magazine with another fresh 30-round magazine. He was crouching near an overturned sofa and was peeking out of cover in order to get some bursts out of his weapon. He was lucky since two UBCS operators with Heckler and Koch MP5A3 submachine guns were in his line of fire.
"Umbrella has sent all of their best paramilitaries just to get one man?" Riza Wong, a Striker from Hong Kong, fired her GIAT FAMAS G2 assault rifle at incoming Cleaner squads. Her aiming and accuracy with the French rifle decimated one squad of Cleaners, melting after being struck by 5.56 NATO bullets. She was beside the Irish Striker agent.
"Well they did send an entire brigade of UBCS operators back in Raccoon City in '98!" yelled Patrick Chan, a Filipino Striker of Chinese-Filipino heritage, who hastily reloaded his Norinco QBZ-97/Type 97 assault rifle while being prone on the floor near the overturned sofa.
Derrick Trigg, ARCAM's New Zealander Striker agent, engaged with a USFU operator armed with the butt of his Bofors AK5 assault rifle. Ducking to avoid being hit by the AK5's rifle butt, he immediately countered by kicking the masked man in his stomach before he swinged his Israel Military Industries (IMI) Galil ARM assault rifle up to his chin before he swinged it again horizontally, knocking him to a group of UBCS operators as they tumbled down to the ground like bowling pins.
Harald Bondevik, ARCAM's Norwegian Striker agent, crouched and hugged his body against the wall. With his feet near an opened door leading to an abandoned office, he aimed his Springfield M21 sniper rifle with his U.S. Optics SN-9 Ultra Power Scope. Before he emptied his clip, he sniped down several USFU and UBCS operators, though he bagged 5 Cleaner troopers as well.
"I heard from some of the ADU soldiers that a beast is on the loose here!" barked Wesley, who took down 2 UBCS operators and a USFU trooper to the chest with his Australian Defense Industries (ADI) Limited F88 assault rifle, a licensed version of the Steyr AUG assault rifle. The South Korean Striker operative wildly fired his weapon at the invaders for a number of minutes before he turned to his Sig Sauer P229 pistol as he needed to reload his primary weapon.
"Say hello to my little friend!" quipped Robert from a certain Al Pacino movie, leveling his SIG MG 710-3 GPMG near his chest before he depressed the weapon's trigger, sending a hail of 7.62 NATO bullets from the chain link belt to the chests of several UBCS, USFU and Cleaner troopers.
"I raised the concern, Wesley! It shouldn't be a problem!" yelled Tudor, who had earlier alerted an ARCAM Defense Unit (ADU) soldier to radio the first Strikers Elite team to check on the presence of a monster, as well as the conditon of Dr. Simon Higgins since fighting inside the compound had started minutes ago.
He was down on the ground in a proning position, aiming his Vektor SS-77 GPMG as he held the weapon's buttstock on his right hand while the stock's plate was firmly held on his left shoulder. His hands began their work, guiding theaim ofthe weapon to the rampaging Umbrella paramilitary soldiers before he unleashed its fury and the rage on them. With Robert standing next to him, the two GPMG users soon became an unstoppable force.
"God! Is this a Tyrant? It's pretty smarter than I thought!" Timothy had his first encouter with the fearsome and dangerous T-079 "I" Tyrant. He tried to fire his Sumitomo Heavy Industries M249 LMG, spitting out several 7.62 NATO bullets into his chest. The hulking B.O.W. didn't feel a thing from his attack and tried to swipe him down his with his massive claw. Somehow, Timothy felt that the monster was reading his mind and trying to predict his next move.
SLAM!
"That was close!" murmured the Australian Striker, who still tried to keep away from his attack when the Tyrant slammed his clenched fist on the tiled floor before a team of ADU troopers rushed to his position and firing their weapon at the Tyrant.
"Get out of here!" insisted one of the masked ADU soldiers, who fired his Beretta M12 submachine gun at the B.O.W.'s chest and arms. The others similarly opened fire with their own small arms before the Tyrant silenced them with claw swipes, hulking punches and claw stabs to their chests, effectively overpowering them.
"Try to pick on someone of your own potential!" shouted Jean, who teleported from behind the beast and smacked the back of its head with the butt of his Franchi SPAS-12 shotgun.
"Don't do it, Jean!" clamored an ADU trooper, who ran up near the French Striker to use his Heckler and Koch MP5A5 submachine gun before the Tyrant killed him with a claw stab to his chest, resulting in his death due to massive blood loss.
Jean dodged in time to avoid another overhead stab meant for his chest. While he ducked, he unloaded a couple of 12 gauge shells from his Franchi SPAS-12 shotgun. The Tyrant staggered for a couple of feet away from Jean before it angrily reacted by trying to swipe him at every turn. But the more that the beast tried to swipe him, Jean kept dodging it and he either unloaded a single 12 gauge shell from his weapon or simply unleashed rapid punches to his head, chest and legs.
Without warning, a Cleaner trooper rushed behind Jean from a corridor behind him. He was about to fire his Heckler and Koch MP-5KA4 at him when the French Striker swiftly dashed next to him and bashed his neck with his elbow, sending him down onto the ground as he crashed near a wooden door.
The T-079 "I" Tyrant took this opening to take a hit at the French Striker agent. Jean was not able to avoid a claw swipe as it slashed his chest, sending some amounts of blood out of his chest wounds and from his mouth.
"Oh god! Not again! I'm seeing my own red blood in front of me!" muttered Jean, who clutched his chest with his right hand as he was agonizing over the torment of looking at his blood sprawling on the floor.
"You'll regret it, you piece of biohazardous trash!" mumbled Jean before he totally collapsed onto the corridor ground, his life slowly drained away before he began to transform into a hulking werewolf.
"Holy shit!" yelled the Cleaner trooper, just as he scrambled for his Heckler and Koch MP-5KA4 submachine gun. He did not make it as a hairy hand with claws on its fingertips found its way on his body, which dissolved after taking the hit from Jean, who had now became a werewolf.
The Tyrant, unmoved by his sudden change, grunted before he charged towards the werewolf with his raised claw at the hand, hoping to score a hit.
Research and Development (R&D) Office, ARCAM New Zealand research facility
"I wonder if anyone has found me yet?" mumbled Dr. Simon Higgins, still cowering underneath a wooden table.
"Sir! I found Dr. Higgins!" shouted one of the UBCS soldiers, who promptly kicked the table away with his boot before he raised his Colt M4 assault rifle after the R&D office was searched again for the second time for any hiding spots that the good doctor might be using.
"Oh god! Oh god! This is it! I'm gonna die!" Dr. Higgins began to panic as various UBCS, USFU and Cleaner soldiers rushed inside the R&D office with their guns at the ready.
"Doctor Simon Higgins! By the order of the Umbrella Corporation, you are to be executed for the trangressions that you have committed against the company!" said one of the USFU grunts, who chambered a 5.56 NATO bullet into his Colt M4 assault rifle and focused its barrel at the terrified doctor's head. Another USFU trooper armed with the Heckler and Koch MP5A3 submachine gun also took aim at him.
The Canadian scientist firmly shut his eyelids, now expecting his to have his fate sealed by Umbrella. "That's it! My fate's sealed now!"
Gunshots soon rang out. Dr. Higgins didn't feel something painful entering his chest. He opened his eyes and saw two Cleaner operatives dissolving right before his eyes after being struck by gunfire.
"My god! What madness is this? Has Umbrella gone too far so as to genetically create their own men for their sick suicide misisons?" Dr. Higgins had heard rumors that Umbrella had paramilitary soldiers, especially the artificially made ones that were the brainchild of Umbrella genetic scientists in order to create a disposable type of human for covert military-style missions, mostly against Umbrella's enemies and rivals.
"What the hell?" shouted a USFU grunt outside the R&D office. Unfortunately, he took some gunshots to his body before he was able to fire his Bofors AK5 assault rifle.
"Dammit!" grunted a UBCS soldier, who was also outside the office. He drew out his Beretta 92FS pistol from his black Leapers Special Ops Universal Tactical Leg Holster, but a Fairbarn Sykes Pattern 1 knife had silenced him from his rear as he choked to death after being slashed in the neck.
What happened next was a bit shocking as two glass holes appeared on the glass pane next to the front door of the R&D office facing the open corridor. When the sounds of cracked glass ceased, two USFU troopers laid dead on the ground with 7.62 NATO bullets hole drilled onto their foreheads through their MCU 2A/P gas masks. The two men did not hear any gunshot sounds being made before they met their fate.
"Got 'em, guys!" barked John, who aimed his Technical Equipment International (TEI) M89SR sniper rifle through his U.S. Optics SN-9 Ultra Power Scope, grinning about his hits. The other Strikers, who were with him in the corridors, either grinned or gave a thumbs up in approval. The built-in silencer on the sniper rifle had given him the tactical advantage of gunning the two USFU operators down with headshots.
Rushing inside the office with pistols at the ready, Roland and Edward dashed inside the office and gunned down every moving UBCS, USFU and Cleaner trooper, sending 9mm Parabellum bullets on their way. Miguel offered backup to the two Strikers while using the door frame for cover, firing .45 ACP bullets from his Glock 21.
"Keep away!" The USFU trooper, in desperation, took out his S.O.G. Pentagon knife from his Newly Designed Kytex sheath and held it near the terrified throat of Dr. Higgins after he quickly slinged his Colt M4 assault rifle. His companion kept watch with his Heckler and Koch MP5A3 submachine gun.
"Pull the trigger and the doctor gets it!" demanded the USFU trooper, who slowly drew the knife's sharp blade to his throat.
Another gunshot rang out. Dr. Higgins looked around and saw the USFU trooper armed with the Heckler and Koch MP5A3 submachine gun crumpled down to the ground. He was hit in the head with a single 9mm Parabellum courtesy of Mark "Hiryu" Sy, who leaned his body inside the office, using the door frame for cover as he took aim with his Sig Sauer SIG SP 2022 pistol.
"The heck?" Instead off finishing the doctor off, he fumbled his hands on his Mil-Spec Plus Police Raid Vest in order to grab his Ruger P89 pistol and violently pushed the doctor away. Just as he was about to shoot Hiryu, more gunshots rang out.
The USFU trooper grunted after being shot twice in the chest, releasing his grip on Dr. Higgins. From the darkness of the R&D office, Yu Ominae emerged with his Sig Sauer P226 pistol held on his right hand. Most of the lights in the office were destroyed from gunshots during the initial invasion of the Umbrella paramilitary forces, giving the Japanese operative some cover when he infiltrated the trashed room. His Heckler and Koch G3A3 assault rifle swayed a bit since it was slinged on his shoulder.
"You alright?" asked Yu in his fluent English, who holstered his Sig Sauer P226 after giving a quick kick to the dead USFU trooper to check if he was dead.
"Y-y-y-y-yes! I'm all right!" muttered the doctor, still in shock on what happened. The other Strikers began to pour in, some were securing the area near the trashed R&D office while some entered the office and began to check on the dead UBCS and USFU soldiers, as well as with the carcasses of the ARCAM civilian personnel, which littered the room with bullets embedded in every wall, computer, chair, table, etc.
"Come on, doctor!" requested Hiryu, who was still masked. "We have to get you out of here."
"Of course." answered the doctor, as he was helped on his feet by Hiryu and Yu before they exited the office, in hopes of escaping from the chaos.
Corridor, ARCAM New Zealand research facility
Nicholai Zinoviev, enigmatic officers of the UBCS, slowly walked alone on one of the many corridors of the ARCAM New Zealand research facility, now littered with various corpses of ARCAM civilian personnel such as research scientists and maintainence workers. Also littered on the various corridors were corpses of masked troopers from the ARCAM Private Army or the APA, the ARCAM Corporation's military wing. Most of them were shot by UBCS, USFU and Cleaner troopers as they clutched their own firearms even in death.
"Major Zinoviev!"
A raspy voice caught the Russian man's attention. Turning his head to his left side, he saw a wounded USFU operative with his body leaning against the corridor wall. His left hand was clutching his chest, trying to halt the blood gushing out of his gunshot wound. His right hand clutched his Beretta 92FS pistol. Nicholai noticed that he didn't have his primary firearm, meaning that he ran out of bullets.
Nicholai studied the man carefully. He observed that his MCU 2A/P respirator had minor cracks on its glass frame. Eyeing his Ruger P89 pistol, he realized that it had been fired recently as he saw spent shell casings of 9 x 19 Parabellum bullets nearby.
"Help me, sir! I can't die!" pleaded the wounded man, grimacing in pain.
Nicholai Zinoviev, with his ST Kinetics SAR-21MMS slinged on his back, swiflty drew out his TISAS Kanuni 16 pistol and slowly leveled it until its barrel was pointing at his head.
"Please, Major! It doesn't have to be like this." pleaded the wounded USFU operative once more, who was shocked at his superior's own actions. He grunted as he used his remaining strength to lift his pistol with no luck at all.
"It has to be!" hissed the Russian as he depressed the TISAS Kanuni 16's metal trigger, sending a hot 9mm Parabellum bullet into his forehead, passing through the glass frame of the wounded man's MCU 2A/P respirator.
The wounded USFU operator's life finally expired, his back slumped down. Blood trickled out of the respirator's glass hole as droplets of the red liquid found its way to the ground, slowly forming a growing blood pool. His hand limped from his chest wound, touching the cold concrete floor.
This execution was not the first or the second. During the invasion, Nicholai Zinoviev had personally executed at least 6 UBCS operators and 4 USFU operators. This was his 5th execution done on a USFU operator. All in all, he had murdered 11 of them.
"The combat data on those accursed Strikers are priceless!" pondered Nicholai before his radio came to life.
"Major Zinoviev! Major Zinoviev! Come in, please!"
Nicholai took the Motorola MTS2000's receiver that was clipped on his vest. Gripping the receiver unit, he pressed the talk button and spoke with the other party.
"Yes? What is it?"
"Sir, we've encountered, um, what it seems to be a werewolf. We've lost contact with one of our UBCS teams."
"I see." Nicholai wondered what kind of creature showed up in the facility before he enquired on further details. "What other abominations are in this complex?" The major began to inquire about the condition of Dr. Higgins. "Is there anything else?"
"We've lost Dr. Higgins. The squads sent to execute him were all killed by the Strikers."
"Curses!" pondered Nicholai before he resumed communciations with the other party."What is the current status?"
"One of the Cleaners have reported that he'd seen them heading towards Sector 2 of this facility. I think the place houses the research centers."
"Track them down at once. Kill them when you see them."
"Right away, Major Zinoviev!" The radio then died down, ending the radio conversation. Grabbing his ST Kinetics SAR-21 MMS assault rifle, Nicholai pressed the weapon's eject button to see if he still had bullets on it. It was apparent that the magazine's ammo was used up.
"This is the second time that I've changed the magazine for this weapon!" Nicholai dropped the used magazine from his gloved hand before he grabbed another 30-round magazine, slapping it back onto his rifle and cocked the rifle, loading a single 5.56 NATO bullet into the chamber. His left hand held the vertical assault foregrip while his right held the trigger grip.
Slowly walking on the corridor of death, as Nicholai had called due to the amount of blood and carcasses lying around the research facility, he hugged the corridor wall as he came near the corner. Peering out to the open corridor with his ST Kinetics SAR-21 MMS rifle at the ready, aiming at various directions, he realized that it was all clear of hostilties. He emerged out of the side corridor before treading on down the main corridors, his boots squeaking on the tiles and some of his steps made a slippery-like sound when he stepped on some blood pools. "I'll have to record all of the events that had happened here later."
Ignoring the squeaking sound, the Russian kept on moving and moving deep into the center of the complex, in hope that he would finally bag his "trophy" and ultimate prize.
The deaths of Dr. Simon Higgins and the members of the Strikers Elite unit.
Chapter 7 END