Chapter 2
"Captain, we have Enrico on the line, you better hear this." Wesker peaked an eyebrow and entered the communication room; an ear set pressed up against the side of his head. The regular communications officers, stood out of the way.
"Wesker, here. What's the story?"
"Report of a homicide on the west end of Raccoon, 45 Harlond street, Chic's Diner. Requesting 2 black and whites. Suspect has-been downed. I... i've never seen anything like it Captain..She just came at me...didn't even have a weapon..She'd been...eating McCarthy."
"Roger that Bravo. Hold tight. Contain the crime scene. No one goes in. Understood? I want that crime scene cleared. Evacuate all within the vicinity. I'll be there shortly."
"Copy that, Captain."
"shit."
He tore a piece of paper he had viciously been scribbling on and turned to suddenly meet Jill standing directly behind him.
"Jill..."
"Captain, what's going on?"
He hesitated for a brief moment. But then walked out past the door as she followed him for her answer.
"There's been another homicide in Raccoon City."
"I'll tell the othe-"
"Meet with me there once you've gotten everyone assembled. I'm going ahead."
"You think they might be in connection with Arklay..." he stated as a fact, judging by the way Wesker was acting.
His jaw clenched.
"Grab your things. Quickly. Here's the address."
Wesker pulled on his sunglasses and exited quickly through the front doors of the RPD precinct. Getting into his marked car, he slid in and started the engine. Wesker was a fast driver. Fast and surprisingly aware at the same time. All those years of multi tasking had paid off. He needed to get there before STARS did and with time to spare.
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Wesker's car skidded onto the scene where he met Enrico with the K-9 unit waiting outside. He had indeed done his job. Wesker could tell the man was on edge. STARS were elite when it came to psychological cross examinations and physical expectations. But they always seemed a little shaken when one of their own had been downed... and who could blame them.
"Status Report."
"The area is secured. Everyone's been evacuated from the diner."
"where are the bodies?"
"Bathroom on the floor. We were just on our lunch and McCarthy went to the restroom...He'd been in there for a while so i decided to go check... that's when I saw...
" Have you called forensics?"
"Not yet. The precinct was the first call i made."
"Alpha should be here any minute. Hold out on anymore calls until they arrive. Stay here."
Enrico nodded. Of all the STARS members, Wesker gave Enrico the most credit. He was hardened in spirit and probably would have made a decent captain himself. He gave the man a tap on the shoulder and headed up the steps.
Wesker walked casually into the diner and then pulled out his pistol, rolling the silencer onto it. If it was something from Umbrella in there, he didn't need to gain anymore attention. The place was pretty clean given the circumstances. Or at least as clean as a Raccoon diner would get. There was no one in sight. It took him a moment to locate the door to the bathroom. He slowly inched the door open to reveal its contents. If the faucets had not been on and flooding water over the floor and out the door, blood would have been everywhere. Bloody finger tip marks were stretched across one of the walls. There was a woman dead on the floor... and McCarthy..was standing in the corner, facing the tiled wall.
Just standing, completely docile.
Wesker entered slowly, the door shutting behind him. The cop turned, and what Wesker saw, was what he regretted most, to see. McCarthy was deathly pale, covered in blood from head to toe. His neck bitten away at. The cop's jaw was slack, as he began to shuffle his feet across the wet tile floor, toward him.
He had seen this kind of thing before, many times during his training facility days at Umbrella. And he was all too familiar with it still. The Captain's senses jerked in the back of his mind. The movement wasn't normal. His body told him to run. To get the fuck out of there in an instant. To blow the place to kingdom come. And in a sense, his body translated that well. Without any hesitation, he pulled the trigger. The bullet went directly into the brain of the cop.... the now ex STARS member. That.. thing, fell to the floor like a bag of meat. Wesker turned to check the woman's corpse. It was riddled with at least 3 bullet holes; one in the posterior of the skull. He then heard a noise behind him and quickly stood turning, raising his gun behind him. Joseph Frost was staring down the barrel of a very steady handgun.
"Jesus Christ, Captain!" Joseph yelled, putting his arms up.
Wesker lowered his gun, relaxing a little. "What have i told you about-"
A crash came out of the stall and Wesker was knocked to the floor. Something was on top of him, trying to maul him. A shot rang out. Nothing changed, a second shot rang out. Nothing. Suddenly the weight was lifted as a violent mad man was left raving in the arms of Joseph and Jill. His mouth was gnashing in the air wildly.
"Get on top of him, Jill!"
A final shot was fired from Wesker's gun, as the body dropped, motionless to the floor.
They all breathed once again.
"Wesker! Are you okay?"
He sat up from the puddled floor, soaked. He had a deep gash across his face and scratches on his arms.
"Frost! What were you thinking!" He checked himself carefully.
"Sorry Captain! Really. But it was just supposed to be a homicide! I didn't think-"
"You didn't think," Wesker stated flatly.
Wesker merely looked at Joseph.
"Call forensics B. Now."
Wesker stormed out and went to the black and white outside, picking up the transceiver.
"Get me Irons." He rested his arm heavily on the sunny hot roof of the car and waited, looking around. He could think of several better ways he could be spending his day.
"Well? What is it?"
"We have one homicide, and two suicides by cop. I've called forensics."
"Good. I tipped channel 9. I want your pretty face on that TV, Wesker. That's an order."
"Chief, i'm not sure that's in our best interest at the moment. One of them was McCarthy-"
"No excuses, Wesker. We need this. Get it done, do you hear me? Use it!
Wesker didn't even respond, leaving the mic on the seat.
"Do you hear me Wesker? ... Wesker?"
The Captain was yards off and was now taking out his cell phone, walking down half the alleyway while sirens droned from afar.
"We have a situation."
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"I can't believe i missed all the action." Chris mumbled, "what the hell happened?"
"This guy came out of nowhere and just jumped on the Captain. It took three shots to down him. The guy was raving mad!"
"He looked like he had rabies or something.. maybe a serious stroke." Frost said with eccentricity, waiting for the line to confirm that forensics was on their way.
"Shut up, Joseph.."
"Fine fine, everyone blame me for what happened, but i didn't do squat."
"You shouldn't be joking about anything. McCarthy is dead."
"What! How?" Chris stammered.
"We didn't get a good look at him, but the room was a mess...Man. I feel sorry for the Captain. He's going to have to go to the family tonight. That has to be hard."
"Jesus...McCarthy was a good guy." Chris murmured.
"Enrico's still pretty shaken up, over there."
Enrico was sitting on the hood of his car, staring into space. Jill left them to go visit. In the meantime, two tv news crews suddenly pulled up. They hadn't had the chance to set up the police tape yet. Chris and Joseph looked over in disgust. News crews would report on anything they could get their hands on. If they didn't know the story, they'd make one up.
"ah, no. why can't they just leave us alone." Frost growled.
"Excuse me! Excuse me!" The typical reporter wailed, screaming and waving in their direction. There was no escape. The cameras were turned on and Chris was blinded by the headlights.
"We're channel 9 news. What can you tell us about the incident that occurred here? We've heard of a homicide here at 45 Harlond street. What can you tell us about the situation and does it have any connection with the previous assaults around Raccoon City."
Chris blinked hard. He was doomed. If he didn't say anything, Irons would suspend him without pay. If he did say something, Wesker would probably shoot him.
"Ah, ... all we can say at this time is that the situation is currently under heavy investigation. The RPD is doing everything it can to solve these ongoing crimes."
"So the RPD is admitting to a connection between the assaults in the the mountains and recent inner city murders?"
"What! No! I didn't say-"
Chris was gently pushed to the side by the STARS Captain who had come out of no where.
"As Captain of STARS and of the RPD, i can confirm to the people of Raccoon City that we have found no correlation between the events that occurred in the Arklay Mountains and the situation that has befallen us, here at the diner, today. We are doing all we can to put an end to the sudden uprise in crime. Our number one priority is civilian safety. We're using all of our resources at the moment to accomplish this, but it's an ongoing struggle. There will be a conference tomorrow concerning the recent events, and the answers to whatever questions you may have. That is all."
His tone hinted to the reporters that their ambush interview was dead.
One camera man at least lowered the bulky machine on his shoulder and shut off the light.
"Captain, you're not giving us all the info. There's a story here."
He gritted his jaw and walked up to her, inches away. He was having a very bad day.
"The next time you want a good story about how good cops are slaughtered for your ratings, talk to me. Not my men. Leave."
He stalked off, without a word.
'Thanks.. Captain." Chris yelled out awkwardly.
"Sir, you want me to take a look at that?" a passing EMT asked, gesturing to his kit.