Mission 1 Rockfort Island
"They say true evil never dies"
"I think, that while evil cannot be killed by conventional means, it can still die."
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The phone rings in a neighborhood full of old decrepit buildings. The building is one of the few who are not falling apart. Old style, four story building from grey stone. There is a light on in the first floor. The curtains are drawn. The phone rings again. A woman picks up the phone.
"Sorry, but we closed an hour ago." She says, somewhat irritated.
She puts the receiver down.
"I swear if get another call about god damn dog in a spider outfit..." she lets out a sigh.
Lightning flashes outside and heavy rain begins to fall. The lights flicker before going out completely. The floor creaks. There is a gust of wind. She looks and sees the large front door slightly open.
"Stuart?!" She calls out.
No answer comes. She gets up and goes to close the door. As she does, she hears the boards creak once more. Now there is no more light. The door is shut. She feels it coming from behind. Turns to the side. Dodges. The attack hits the door. Heavy wood and metal rattles. She aims a kick to where the attacker would be but it hit only air. She jumps back. Two spheres of fire seem to appear out of thin air. She jumps in front of them. The fire burns but she shakes her arm, the wound already beginning to heal.
"Watch it! I just got this place fixed up."
She lunges forward. Her knee hitting something. The lights flicker back on. There is a tall blond woman in a purple dress that is partially covered in blood and torn. She clutches her side, breath heavy. Laughs.
"Are you really her? Alex Wesker. The one who takes on jobs to exterminate bioweapons?"
"Depends on who's asking." Alex reaches for her gun.
The woman conjures another fire ball out of thin air. She shoots it and it explodes. The woman is no longer where she was. But Alex has an idea about what's coming. She turns, her hand reaches out, grabs hold. The other hang presses the gun into the woman's chest.
"Wait." She pleads." I'm sorry I attacked you. I wanted be sure. My name is Alexia Ashford. I came here to ask for your help."
"I know who you are." She says letting go." I'm not running a charity here. This is a business. Show me some cash, then we'll talk. "
"You will want to hear this. I promise." Alexia says, breath still heavy. "It's about your brother."
"Alright, I'm listening." She sits down on the antique looking sofa. Arms crossed on her chest.
"A week ago. He showed on my home in Rockfort Island. I have created a new virus. It was a secret nobody knew about. He tried to take it but I managed to escape."
"And the virus?"
"The only existing sample is inside me. I tried to fight him but he was too strong. He killed my brother Alfred. Please help me get my revenge and take back my home."
"Alright. I'll help. But this isn't free." She said getting up.
She goes in the back room to prepare. Weapons line the shelves of the room. Most are just for show. The only weapon she really needs is herself. The room is cold. The building had no heating aside from the large antique fireplace in the main room.
She takes of her jacket and shirt. Exchanges them for a black tank top and a thick long military jacket. Black pants and long boots. She looks in the old dirty mirror for a while. Her hair has grown, but still too shot to tie it. Reaching half way down her neck. It used to be long once. But only gets in the way when fighting.
Aside from weapons there is a small table with a picture of a man with blond hair and dark glasses. She picks up the frame.
"So, you're back among the living again. It has been a while." She half smiles remembering.
They were on the top floor of the building. The self-destruct sequence had initiated. The fought like they usually did. Sometimes he won, and other times she did. This time had been different. Somebody else had interfered. She tried to get him to run. But he wouldn't. He wanted to keep fighting, even though it would kill them both. So she stayed and fought. The floor began to collapse as the explosions climbed up floor by floor. He fell. And she tried to reach for him. She caught him. He let go of her hand. Falling down into the inferno bellow. The building collapsing on top of him. She had almost been certain that he died for good that day, three years go.
She takes ammo for her pistol. Leaves the room. Back to where Alexia as waiting. A small note for Stuart, who was probably out looking for new jobs for her. "Gone to Rockfort Island."
The boat stops at the shore. It's cold. Antarctica is not too far from here. Ice covers the edges of the water around the island. No snow yet. Alexia told her how to get in. Alex jumps over the tall metal fence of the prison. It looks like it had been attacked. A lot of damage is done to the buildings. But she sees no sign of the undead. It the virus had been unleashed all the prisoners should have turned undead. Yet the place looks empty, abandoned almost. Something isn't right here.