It was quiet in the night. Small cars visiting Tim Horton's for their morning pick-me-up and night truck drivers were all you could find on the streets.

Our story begins…at a local high school…1 metric mile underneath the Saunders Secondary School…in a classified underground Umbrella lab and monitoring station.

"You're sure we can control it?"

"97 percent probability, 3 percent margin of error"

"Is that a guarantee?"

"In layman's terms, yes"

The nervous man let out a breath he didn't realize he had been holding.

"Goddamn……..Have Control Teams on standby"

"Why? The 4 subjects will react accordingly, and then the K.O gas will be released. Then we move in and collect the subjects"

"But…. Sometimes I question what were doing, I mean…I never would've thought…teenagers, Goddamn teenagers"

"It's the only solution, hormones stop 92 percent of mutation"

"Where's the margin of error on that one?"

"………..There isn't one…"

"………You're the scientist, I'm going to go grab a smoke. Activate when ready"

As the smoker walked outside and lit up his cigarette, his partner, the scientist, checked his PDA for any new instructions.

A message popped up on the screen

LEAVE NO TRACE

He cringed as he read the words. He had been dreading those words for the past two months. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply, then removed a black leather case from an enclosed pocket of his briefcase. He slide out the 9mm custom built Sig Sauer he had used shooting at cardboard cutouts for hours on end. This would be no cardboard cut out, he sighed.

He typed in the code sequence to activate program ANGEL CHILDREN and then his password. He tried to breath deeply as he shut off the power to the computers and activated the lockdown mechanism to go off in 30 minutes.

He walked out in the small elevator space and hit the call button. The smoker began to speak.

"So, Wha-"

Three shots rang out and would not be heard by anyone except one man, standing alone, gun in hand, briefcase in the other. The elevator dinged open and he stepped inside and stood, staring at the Umbrella logo, etched right into the walls.

His part in this story is over.

The sun began to rise behind Saunders Secondary High School, teachers and students began to trickle into the school.

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8:40 Tuesday Morning

The Automotive department of Saunders Secondary isn't usually in use during the morning class, due to hung over teacher, but today one student was inside preparing an ai filter of his own design to be re-installed into a car for extra marks.

His name is Arno

A girl twirls around, dancing to her favorite song from "Mamma Mia", preparing for her performance during third period..

Her name is Jenn.

A boy waited outside his locker trying to act nonchalant, hoping a certain girl would walk by. He continuously ran his hand through his hair, trying to conceal a grin of a good day.

His name is Billy

A girl sits outside the basement girl's washroom trying to stop the tears that flow freely down her cheeks, while reading and re-reading the letter clutched in her hand.

Her name is Crystal

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All of these four have been on Umbrella's biological weapons budget for the past 3 months. Everything for this day was controlled, planned, prepared. Nothing could go wrong. But unfortunately it is in human nature that something will always go wrong. In this case…several something's.