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:
With the sheer defeat of Umbrella's paramilitary forces in raiding ARCAM's New Zealand research facility and with numerous casualties on both sides, ARCAM was saved from an Umbrella assassination attempt on Doctor Simon Higgins, ex-Umbrella defector and ARCAM research scientist. What will happen to the members of the Strikers Elite unit after their their sucessful first mission against the Umbrella Corporation? What happened to the survivor of the Umbrella paramilitaries after they had conducted the raid against ARCAM, especially to Nicholai Zinoviev? Stay tune to this chapter to find out.
Chapter 9: Mission complete
Outskirts of ARCAM New Zealand research facility
The mission had been labeled as an official success by the top brass of the ARCAM Corporation. Fortunately for them, all the accepted candidates and now team members of the Strikers Elite unit had completed their first mission in New Zealand.
With the safety of Doctor Higgins fulfilled, the repulsion of an invasion from an Umbrella task force and the security of all ARCAM personnel, they were now ready to get back to their mother country and spend some days relaxing...
With the exception of one Striker operative.
"I wish that Tyrant would have maimed me right now!"
Mark "Hiryu" Sy, a Striker operative from the Philippines, had his Israeli Heyl Totchanim (Intelligence) beret slipped underneath his BDU's epaulet cloth and his black balaclava removed. He sat down on a discarded crate that was dropped off after several ARCAM Defense Unit (ADU) medics and troopers had arrived in the facility when Henry Miller had sent out a distress signal. Mark was thankful that the base commander had survived the entire incident by locking himself in the command center with the entire command center staff as well. His Howa Type 89 assault rifle laid next to him on top of the crate. His Marom Dolphin IDF (Israeli Defense Forces) Reconnaisance Vest and his Safariland Model 6004 SLS Tactical Holster, taken off from his chest and leg, were found next to his weapon as well.
"Something wrong?"
Turning his head around, he noticed Tea Flatte coming towards him. Finding an empty space in the crate that Mark was seated on, she gladly sat down next to him.
"Are you all right?" She titled her head near him. "You seemed troubled."
"You bet." Mark was then looking at the gray concrete floor after propping his clenched fist on his chin. "I still can believe that I have a date with Yamamoto's secretary."
"Oh?" Tea was both surprised and maybe a bit jealous. "Since when?"
"Since I got to Japan after a while."
Tea couldn't help but smile at his frustrations. "Cheer up, Mark." She then had her hand rummage through his black hair. "I'm sure you'll be okay."
"I know." sighed the Filipino Striker operative. "Only thing that she forced it on me."
"Oh?" Tea rasied an eyebrow.
"Guess so." Mark had decided to fumble around with his fingers for now. "How's Dr. Higgins and the others holding up?"
"They're doing fine." assured Tea. "As for Dr. Higgins, he may be transferred somewhere else for now."
Mark smiled at Tea, who seemed to blush. "I'm glad to hear that."
The loud humming of two ARCAM Corporation Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk helicopters landing near the research facility broke their conversation.
"Shall we go?" Tea stood up and walked towards the landing Sikorsky UH-60 Black Hawk helicopter.
"Okay." Mark began to clip on his Marom Dolphin IDF Reconnaisance Vest and his Safariland Model 6004 SLS Tactical Holster. Looking at the same blue beret that he had on his vest pocket, he could only grin before putting it back inside, walking towards Tea in order to rejoin her and his other comrades.
"Tea?"
"Yes?"
"What's going to happen to the Tyrant?"
The British operative turned around and faced Mark. "HAZMAT teams of the ARCAM Special Private Army are going to take care of it."
Mark simply raised an eyebrow and whistled. "I see." He grinned before slipping his hand into his vest pocket, peeking into a trophied UBCS beret that presumably belonged to a UBCS officer.
"Well, I have to get back on duty now, so how about if I gave you this?"
The young Mark could only smile after accepting her offer. "Your beret? But what about your superior?"
"That's okay. I've got another one at my office."
Without any kind of warning, Jill hugged the shocked boy before pressing a kiss on his forehead.
The boy mumbled a "Thank you" to the officer while his cheeks became red.
"Mark." His dad and mom brought him back to reality. "How about we take your picture with her?"
"That's fine, I guess."
Somewhere in the United States
A woman, in her late 20's to early '30s, gazed towards a photo that she had acquired years ago. In it was herself in a S.T.A.R.S. (Special Tactics and Rescue Squad) outfit. Kneeling on the ground, her arm was draped around a young Asian boy.
"I hope you're okay, Mark." The woman hugged the photo near her chest, staring outside the window of her apartment building.
"You okay, Jill?" Another woman, in her middle '20s, approached her after entering her apartment room.
"Yea, Rebecca. I mean, we are in California away from the troubles from Umbrella." answered Jill, still staring outside at her window.
"Well, I'll be hitting the sack for now." Rebecca yawned and stretched her arms before she left her room, walking towards her own room.
Jill once more turned her full attention towards the same photo that she had gazed to a while ago. "Hope we can meet again soon."
Airspace en route to ARCAM New Zealand Headquarters
"If you only knew what I did to him, Jill." Ever since he was inside the belly of the Black Hawk helicopter, Mark had grinned for the entire time while peeking through the chopper's door window.
"You grinning about?"
Jean Jacquemonde sat next to him and for one thing, was getting annoyed at his grinning.
"Hey, leave him alone!" scolded Tea, trying to defend him.
"That's right, meanie!" supported Michelle in Mark's defense.
"Sheesh!" Jean threw his arms up in frustration. Harald, Roland and Edward could only chuckle at his anger.
Mark had a bigger grin after seeing Jean get "defeated" by Tea and Michelle. "Serves you right, Jean."
Miguel butted in for Jean. "But didn't you forget your date with Michiko, Yamamoto's hot secretary?"
Upon hearing the Pinoy's comments, Jean's facial expression changed from frustration to one with a nasty grin on his face before he poked his ribs with his elbow. "I didn't know that you had the hots for the old man's secretary."
Mark groaned in defeat as he slapped his face with his right hand.
Airspace en route to Umbrella New Zealand Headquarters
"You alright, Major Zinoviev?"
The tired Russian man, seated with a couple of Umbrella Special Forces Unit (USFU) commandos, looked up at one of the Black Hawk's helmeted pilots and gave a weak thumbs up as his answer.
"I have the combat data." Nicholai waved the camcorder with his hand after he took it from his jacket pocket.
"Good work. You may have even surpassed the accomplishments of Mister Death himself." replied the pilot.
"Heh." grinned Nicholai. "He's nothing compared to what I've been through."
"What about Captain Gregson?" asked the other pilot.
Nicholai only sighed before answering him. "He lost his life against the Strikers. That's all I know."
Present Time
Mark's room, Sy Residence
"I wonder if they've caught the bastard yet." Mark was typing up an e-mail reply while remembering the "good old days" that he had with the Strikers when his Nokia 8210 cellphone beeped from his yet. Grabbing it, he read a text message and found out that M.O.M. had a job for him back at the Center a few days from now.
"At least I've time off to see the guys at the ARCAM HQ in Vancouver." Taking a set of clothes from his closet, he strolled inside the shower room. After he was done changing, he took out a BMW System 5 motorbike helmet in a Titanium Silver color from the same closet, where he got his clothes. He walked near the coat rack near his room's door and took a set of BMW Summer Rain Gloves from his gray Springfield jacket. Mark was on his way out for the get together celebration with his ex-Striker friends.
Garage, Sy Residence
"Let's get to the party, shall we?" Donning his motorbike gear, he went out towards his 2004 BMW R 1150 RT motorbike parked near the garage. Mark had instructed the maids to notify him in case his aunt decides to call her, though he does not know if she would she in Hong Kong or Macau after being in China. He knew that she would be back in two months anytime by June, though she did tell him via text messaging that she might have to extend it. "It's May right now. Dang, how time flies by."
"Okay, my friend. Let's get it on!" murmured Mark to his 2004 BMW R 1150 RT motorbike as it roared to life. Exerting his control over it, he rode away from his aunt's White Rock mansion residence, heading towards the city of Vancouver, with the intention of meeting with Yu Ominae, Jean Jacquemonde, Tea Flatte, Oshiki Tashiki and his ex-comrades from his former Strikers Elite unit.
THE END
PS
- I'm going to take another break, but short as I need to catch up with some schooling. While I am at this stage, I'll post one shot stories for Mobile Suit Gundam: UC and Street Fighter, primarily (Other series/titles are not confirmed). I may stop doing some fanfics with my main man, Mark, and head to do a novelization-type of Area 88/Full Metal Panic/Final Fantasy VIII/do some other story/continue Mark's saga for now depending on the circumstances. Enjoy!