(Hey everyone! Happy New Years! 2020 is here and I want to pick up the frequency of updates for this story. Fitting that chapter, ten comes out in 2020! Yes, 10 chapters already! To be honest, this is where the fun stuff starts. So let us kick off the New Year with a bang, and a ton of Chief action. Please leave a review, good or bad it helps.)
A brief recap of the last chapter:
Umbrella attempted to board the covenant ship.
Noble six, along with the newly formed Fire-team Legion, successfully boarded the ship.
Six and Chief met and preceded to demolish the umbrella forces outside the ship.
Clementine woke up from her coma and was reunited with Louis, AJ, and Violet.
(I do not own Halo, the Walking Dead, or any other franchise that I may borrow from.)
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Monarch troops raced around a hastily established base outside of the covenant ship. Chief felt some amount of comfort knowing that some semblance of the old world still survived. He entered the medical tent where field medics and surgeons were finishing treatment on Terra. Many of them were still in awe of the elite, as she was an alien.
"Sir." One of the medics said in a solute, which caught Chief off guard.
"At ease, what's her status?" Chief asked.
The doctor relaxed his arm, "Stable, her wounds were pretty severe but she did a good job with first aid and her big blue friend managed to control the blood loss. I expect her to make a full recovery." The man said.
Chief quickly looked him over, he was African American with a baldhead and study glasses. He wore a combat medic uniform and had a colt-1911 side arm strapped to his leg.
"And you are?" Chief asked.
"Staff Sargent Robert Higgins. Chief medical officer here for the time being, sir." Sgt. Higgins answered.
Before Chief could ask any more questions, Six walked in.
"General on deck!" One of the men guarding the door yelled before everyone stood in a salute.
"At ease." He said before everyone returned to their duties. "117, I believe I promised you a sitrep. Follow me."
John did as instructed and followed the Spartan into his temporary command tent.
"I can't overstate the advantage that your presence here and the capture of this ship has given us, 'Chief.' We have been fighting a seemingly hopeless war since the day the virus went global, nearly 11 years ago." Six said.
"Umbrella is responsible for the virus then?" Chief asked.
"Affirmative, from what our intelligence has gathered Umbrella was a biological arms dealer before they discovered an incredibly contagious pathogen. They then weaponized it and deployed it using a kinetic launcher located in South America." Six explained.
"Is there a confirmed motive?" Chief asked.
"Negative. Even after a decade of all this, we're still figuring that one out." Six said.
"Another thing, I'm aware that you were a head hunter. But you seem pretty talkative for somebody of that walk of life." Chief observed.
"Eleven years here will do that to you." Six explained. "Besides, you can't hide behind the helmet forever when you're in command. My previous C.O. taught me that much." Six explained.
"How many people here are aware of our… Origins." Chief asked.
"About everyone in USA controlled territories is well aware of the basics; what the covenant were, the tech of the UNSC. Only the higher ups in the military and government know the details. Especially surrounding the Spartan program." Six explained.
Chief breathed a mental sigh of relief. Nobody needed to know what the Spartans were originally meant to do nor where they came from.
"And the USA?" Chief asked.
"One of the few remaining governments. Umbrella did a thorough job of plunging the world into anarchy. Only real governments who are still around are the USA, North Korea, Israel, and Syria. Everyone else either couldn't stop the initial outbreak or were destroyed by Umbrella. Now, the USA is a fragment of what it used to be. We control Hawaii, an island in the pacific called Midway, Hong Kong, and several coastal cities on the main land. The only reasons that we are still around are me, and the technology that my helmet's database provided." Six said.
"Assault rifles and Sabers?" Chief asked.
"Yes, as well as scorpion tanks, Warthogs, Hornets, and sniper rifles. Although the United States versions are far inferior to they're UNSC counterparts." Six added. "But with you, this ship, and the Forward Until Dawn, we might be able to turn the tables on Umbrella. They have outnumbered and outgunned us at every turn. Would you be willing to help us give them a taste of their own medicine?"
"On one condition." Chief said.
"That being?" Six asked.
"You get those kids onboard the Dawn to the safest part of Hawaii. And make sure that they're well cared for." Chief said.
"Done." Six said.
Before either could say another word, a marine ran into the tent. She had pale skin, blond hair, and green eyes. Her uniform was that of a standard US marine.
"Sirs! Our scouts just spotted a massive herd headed this way." She yelled out of breath.
"Slow down Marine, about how many are there?" Six asked.
"Initial reports say about fifteen hundred. And they're already within a mile of the camp!" She said.
Six turned to John, "I need those things dead ASAP."
"On it." John said before picking up his storm rifle and following the marine.
John followed her to the entrance of the camp where several armored vehicles were located. One of which happened to be a warthog.
"Marine, you're driving." John said.
This took the soldier off guard.
"Sir, I'm not cleared to drive vehicles. I, well… I'm not a great driver." She stuttered.
"There's no time to argue, just keep the vehicle steady for me." Chief said before mounting the turret.
The marine uneasily got into the driver seat and started the jeep. She drove out the gate and continued on the main road until the front of the herd became visible. Chief opened fire, cutting down swaths of walkers at a time. Chief had a kill streak going when the warthog suddenly jerked violently.
"Sorry!" The marine yelled.
"Eyes on the road soldier." Chief said as he continued to fire the gun.
Chief had finished off about a quarter of the herd in the time that the vehicle had been circling it. However, John noticed a walker deep within the herd carrying a rocket launcher. He began firing at the phantom but the creature only needed one shot. The warthog tumbled off the road in a flaming wreck. Chief regained awareness after a couple seconds but the entire herd was already closing in on them. He quickly looked around and spotted the marine lying on the ground, unconscious. Chief wasted no time in grabbing his storm rifle and firing at the leading walkers. The marine slowly regained consciousness, although a walker had already closed the distance between her and itself. She drunkenly struggled for her side arm as the corpse tried to bite and scratch her. Another walker joined in the fight and began overpowering the marine, as more neared the three. Eventually, one of the walkers managed to bite her shoulder. Knowing that she was dead regardless, the marine stopped struggling and embraced her fate. The walkers didn't get to savor their kill though, as Chief blasted them all with a magnum.
"Get up; we've got to fall back." Chief ordered.
The marine did not move, maybe from shock or because she had given up hope.
"Soldier, we've got to go." Chief yelled as the herd advanced.
The marine turned her shoulder and showed Chief the bite wound.
"Sir, I'm dead. Just leave me as a distraction." She said hopelessly.
"No way in hell." Chief answered before picking the marine up and running into the forest.
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"Sir, 117 has diverted the herd away from the camp. However, we found his warthog, apparently hit by a rocket launcher." Shark reported to Six, who had been finalizing a counter attack strategy on Umbrella.
"Whisperers?" Six asked.
"We believe so, sir." Shark answered.
"Track the herd; hit it with air raids when we can. The Chief will figure a way out." Six ordered.
Shark started walking out of the tent and suddenly turned around, "One more thing sir, it appears that Private Kit went with him."
Six didn't even move his head away from the battle charts and maps, "Don't expect her to come back."
"Yes sir." Shark answered before leaving to relay orders.
…
Chief continued running until he had put a couple miles between himself and the herd. He found a steam that had natural camouflage of fallen trees and set Private Kit down.
"You should have left me. I'm no good to anyone now." She said as Chief looked at the bite.
"You never leave a man behind." Chief answered. "What's your name?"
"Private Ariel Kit, although that doesn't matter anymore. In a few hours, I'll just be a casualty statistic." She said.
"No family?" Chief asked as he examined the surrounding area of the bite.
"No, I'm an orphan from Anchorage." She said before wincing in pain.
Chief saw that some of the veins around the bite had already become swollen. His medical expertise was limited but he knew that she didn't have much time.
"How about your squad mates? Do you have any friends?" He asked, not caring for an answer but instead just trying to keep her awake.
"No, I'm the worst shot in my squad, a terrible driver, and a poor listener. Before this, the best assignment that I could get was security detail. Nobody in the whole world is going to miss me." She said trying to hold back tears.
"You're not dead yet." Chief said, in an effort to reassure her.
"I am. You can't stop a walker bite on the shoulder!" She said, now in full on tears.
Chief let her have some space while he stepped out into the open and activated his com. "Cortana, do you read me?"
"Loud and clear. You know, I was beginning to think that you had forgot about me." Cortana joked.
"No time for humor, I've got a United States marine here with a walker bite on her shoulder. If I get her to the Dawn, can you do anything for her?" Chief asked.
"Maybe, how long ago did she get bit?" Cortana asked.
"Less than 20 minutes ago." Chief said.
"Okay, I think there is a person onboard who can help her. Just get her here in one piece." Cortana said.
"Also, there's a herd of about a thousand near my position. Would you mind clearing it out?" Chief asked.
"I wouldn't recommend being in the area in around ten minutes." Cortana said jokingly.
"Chief out." He said as he returned to the marine.
"Okay, there might be someone who can help you. But we need to leave now." Chief said.
Ariel simply nodded her head as Chief picked her up and started the long run back to the Dawn.
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"How could this happen! You let Monarch get its filthy hands on a f***ing alien space ship!" The general yelled.
"Sir, there was nothing more that I could do. Noble Leader himself engaged my forces and had aid from another, arguably stronger, Spartan." Nix responded.
"You had far superior numbers and firepower, Major. Not to mention A WHOLE COMPLIMENT OF BOWs! A compliment, that is now not only KIA, but in the hands of Monarch!" The general roared.
Before the general could rip Nix's throat out, an intelligence officer walked into the room. "Sirs, our Whisperer assets have located and cut off the new Spartan and his support."
"And just exactly what would that support consist of?" The general asked in a hostile tone.
"One marine." The intelligence officer answered in smirk tone.
The general turned to Nix, "Do you think you can handle one stupid marine and one Spartan, major?"
"Yes sir!" Nix yelled.
"You'd better. Now get out of my sight!" The general roared.
Nix left the room and returned to his command room. When he walked in, he noticed a familiar face.
"Agent Black Omen! To what do I owe the pleasure?" Nix asked.
"The pleasure's my own major." Jackson Darrick said as he shook Nix's hand.
"I heard that Carver's settlement got destroyed. We assumed that you were KIA." Nix observed.
"I had been extracted before the fighting started. And I will say that I won't be missing anybody in that miserable town." Jackson joked.
"Good to hear, Carver sounded like a real low life." Nix said as he took a seat.
"You have no idea, major." Jackson said. "At any rate, I'm here to gather Intel about our new Spartan friend. I have been told that your troops had a firsthand encounter with him just recently."
Nix grabbed a flash drive off a table and handed it to Jackson. "Not much on there but it's all the footage that we got of the guy."
"Did you happen to notice any particular strategy or tactic that they used?" Jackson asked.
"No, but he made good use of the debris around him. Killed a couple of BOWs with that stuff alone." Nix said as Jackson wrote something down on a note pad. "You know, I did just receive word that he had been spotted in Whisperer territory. Would you mind joining me and my company in tracking him down?"
Jackson's face lit up at the offer, "Indeed I would, major."
…
Chief had been running for hours. The only break he had taken happened to be taking cover from Cortana's Archer Missile strike on the walker herd. Since then he had been doing nothing but running and occasionally killing a stray walker or two. John could not stop thinking about two things though. One, what was that walker with a rocket launcher? And two, what could Umbrella possibly hope to accomplish by unleashing the virus. He decided to contemplate the latter first. Sure, they could take over the world, but there wouldn't be much of a world left to rule if they had totally succeeded in destroying every country's government. Maybe they could just be anarchists, but that wouldn't explain why they had been setting up puppet governments in towns like Carvers'. They had to have an end goal, but Chief couldn't wrap his head around what. After failing to determine an answer to the second question, Chief transitioned to the first. Maybe the walker was another of those BOWs. Maybe it was a human wearing a disguise. Chief found the latter more likely. He continued running until he reached a break in the tree line and noticed that the sun had gotten dangerously low.
'The irony.' He though as he bashed a stray walker's head in.
Just after he reached the beginning of another tree line, he saw vehicle lights down the road. Chief didn't have time to wait to see if they were Monarch. He kept running into an increasingly dark forest full of walkers.
'How'd the ODSTs get night vision but we didn't?" Chief though as he continued to run.
Eventually he ran into a cliff side, which extended for miles. He started climbing but heard several shouts in the distance. They didn't sound friendly.
'Great, now I'm going have to kill these guys before moving on!' Chief though as he dropped down to the forest floor and set Ariel down in well-hidden spot.
"Stay here, I'll be back." He said after handing her a magnum and turning her so that she could fire it without much effort.
Chief then ran off in search of the Umbrella scouts. He soon saw a Special Forces team, decked out in stealth gear and high caliber weapons. Chief used his active camo unit to sneak up on the one who he presumed to be their leader. He grabbed the soldier and twisted his neck, all in the blink of an eye. The team recoiled as their leader fell dead, some fired shots at the trees around them, and others simply scanned the area. One soldier examined the corpse of his leader, only to find his combat knife missing. Before he could say anything, though, the knife reappeared in the back of his head. Chief wasted no time in roundhouse kicking the next closest soldier in the knee, shattering every bone in her entire leg instantly. She raised her head to scream but got a knife across the neck instead. The remaining soldiers began firing in random directions, and one by one, they all fell dead from stab wounds and well placed melee strikes. Chief began moving away but stopped when one of the soldier's radios went off.
"Bravo team, what the hell was all that?" It said.
Chief picked up the radio, "We encountered a hostile team and have eliminated all threats but sustained heavy casualties. Requesting reinforcements."
There was no answer.
"I repeat, requesting reinforcements!" Chief said a bit annoyed.
"Hello, 'Chief.'" The voice said menacingly.
"Who is this?" John asked.
"Someone who is very eager to meet you, and your little marine friend." Major nix said.
Chief crushed the radio with his bare hands and looked around. He saw some faint light in the distance, but his motion tracker suddenly lit up. It revealed about five squads closing on his position from every direction. He deactivated his camo unit and grabbed his storm rifle. When the first squad reached his positon, they found nothing but their dead comrades. Chief jumped down from the tree he had climbed in a Spartan slam attack. Most of the soldiers died instantly and those that attempted to reach their weapons or get back up met plasma bolts from the storm rifle. The second squad engaged but Chief dodged their fire and returned to the tree line. He quickly closed the distance between himself and the enemies, rolling into the center of their group and blasting some of them in the back. One soldier tried to stab him with a knife, but Chief spun him around, kicked out his leg and made him sliced his own neck. Two soldiers opened fire at point-blank but Chief side stepped; making them hit another soldier who had been preparing to hit Chief with the butt of his gun. Chief then grabbed the two soldiers and bashed their heads together, killing them both instantly. He turned around just in time to stab another soldier in the face, with his tactical knife. Chief grabbed the soldier's gun as it fell and used it to mow down the rest of the soldiers in that squad. He then began a firefight with the three remaining squads. The flashes of gunfire and the purple glow of plasma lit up the forest as screams of wounded soldiers and falling bodies filled the area.
Jackson had been observing the entire ordeal as he and two Umbrella soldiers carefully snuck around the fighting and eventually to the cliff side. The three continued to observe, and film the encounter until a gunshot rang out. One of the escort soldiers dropped dead to Jackson's feet. He and the other soldier looked around for their attacker.
"Freeze!" Ariel yelled as loud as she could from behind some rock cover.
Jackson dropped his side arm as the escort did the same. Jackson's observational skills were legendary. He could read a person just by how they held a gun or by the way they walked. Just looking at Ariel, he could tell that she wasn't in a correct frame of mind when she fired at the first soldier. Her cover could have concealed her completely; they would never have known that she was there, and yet she still fired. Jackson saw the gun in her hands shaking and her eyes twitching. He knew that she had been bit, and that her strength was failing.
"Monarch scum!" The second escort yelled.
"Shut up! I'm the one with the gun!" Ariel yelled back as loud as she could.
Jackson saw how pale her skin had gotten and how she had been positioned against the rocks. He knew that she didn't have much time and that she was in an incredible amount of pain.
'That guy is risking his life for her. Even though she is bitten. Why would he do that if he's working for Monarch?' Jackson thought to himself.
His opportunity for escape came when she momentarily lowered the gun to reposition herself to a more comfortable way. Jackson easily grabbed the pistol from her as his escort picked up his rifle.
"Now who has the gun, bitch?" The escort yelled enthusiastically.
Jackson looked straight into Ariel's eyes as he trained the pistol on her.
Ariel hung her head down, "Just make it quick."
"Sir, you want to do the honors?" The escort asked.
Jackson kept the gun trained on Ariel but couldn't bring himself to pull the trigger, couldn't bring himself to shoot an unarmed and maimed combatant.
"No." Jackson answered as he lowered the gun.
The escort took joy at this answer and raised his assault rifle eagerly.
"Stop!" Jackson yelled as he reached for the gun.
Chief busted the arm of the only remaining soldier and broke his neck by slamming it onto his knee. He looked around at all the bodies that he had killed.
'This many people don't die for nothing.' Chief said to himself before seeing a flash in the direction of Ariel's cover. 'No.' Chief thought before running as fast as he possibly could in that direction.
Jackson watched in horror as the escort dropped dead, killed by a bullet from the gun he held. He froze for a few seconds as he thought about what he had just done. He slowly returned to his senses and realized that the marine, whose life he and just saved, was as shocked as he was.
"You killed him." Ariel finally said.
Jackson again looked at the gun he held and back at the dead soldier.
"I couldn't let him… I just…" He rambled on but failed to notice a very angry Spartan charging him at full speed.
Chief was ready to kill Jackson when he noticed the two bodies and Ariel still alive. He changed his attack coarse and merely swiped Jackson off his feet. While in mid-air, Chief grabbed the magnum. By the time Jackson landed, Chief had him in a full control lock and had him at gunpoint.
"Don't kill him! He saved my life!" Ariel vouched for the inelegance officer.
"Who are you?" Chief asked.
"My name…" Jackson swallowed hard as he realized who was holding him down. "My name is Jackson Darrick."
Chief recognized him suddenly, "You were at Ericson the day of the raid."
"Yes, I was." Jackson answered.
"You're with Umbrella?" Chief asked in a more hostile tone.
Jackson slowly looked at the dead escort, "Not anymore. If they find out about this… I'm a dead man."
Chief tossed him against a rock and kept the magnum trained on him while he examined Ariel's wound. Jackson slowly pulled a small syringe out of one of his pockets.
"Excuse me." He said cautiously. "If you give this to her, it should help with the pain."
Chief looked at the vial, grabbed it, and injected Ariel at the site of her wound. Almost immediately, she began to breathe easier and became less tense. Jackson's radio started up suddenly.
"Jackson, we've lost visual on the target. Did you see where he went?" Nix asked over the radio.
"Tell him that the target is moving north." Chief instructed.
Jackson pulled out his radio, "Affirmative, target is moving north." Jackson said.
"Roger, Nix out." The major said.
Chief was still contemplating killing Jackson. He could move faster without him and he would be a huge liability if he saw the Dawn.
"Cortana, do you read me?" Chief asked over a secure frequency.
"There's interference but yes. Where are you?" Cortana asked.
"About half way to the Dawn. I need a pickup or this Marine isn't going to make it." Chief said.
Cortana paused, "Okay, I've located you with a satellite. Problem is that there are Umbrella units just a few miles west of your position."
"I threw them off my trail, they'll get going soon." Chief said.
"Roger, there's a clearing few miles south of your current position. Get there and I'll send Louis in a Pelican to pick you up." Cortana said.
Chief didn't like the idea of Louis being in a war zone again. His pilot job during the raid had been a onetime thing.
"Roger, and make sure he's got a good co-pilot." Chief instructed.
"Roger, Cortana over and out." Cortana said, ending the transmission.
"We're leaving." Chief said as he picked Ariel up.
"What about me? I can't go back." Jackson said. "If I do then they might discover your LZ."
Chief thought about it for a second, "Why are you of all people helping us?"
Jackson sighed, "Long story short, I'm tired of hurting innocent people under the premise of helping them."
Chief wasted no time in grabbing Jackson and throwing him over his back. He then took off running toward the LZ.
…
"Okay, Benjie, Cortana said that we're looking for a clearing in this sector." Louis said to his alien copilot.
"JMMMMFFFYP!" The engineer yelled when it saw a clearing that had been illuminated by plasma bolts and gun flashes.
"Good eye. Looks like Chief's in trouble down there so get the main cannon and the missiles ready." Louis ordered.
On the ground, Chief and Jackson were fighting a massive herd of walkers. They were surrounded and even though Chief had cut down a huge swath of walkers, the circle was getting smaller.
"I'm out of ammo!" Jackson yelled after his side arm stopped firing.
Chief's storm rifle over heated at the same time. He took out his tactical knife and cut the head of the nearest walker in half. He reached behind him with a back fist and caved in the head of another walker. Chief looked for his next target but laid eyes on a walker who seemed to be standing upright and staring at him. Chief threw his combat knife at the walker's head, cutting it in half completely. He quickly grabbed the body and his knife and briefly examined it. As he did though, he realized that it had been a live human wearing a well-made mask. He then threw the body at several walkers who were going after Ariel. Before Chief could do anything else, a Pelican's main cannon started cutting the herd down. The floodlights came on and illuminated the whole field as the ramp lowered.
"Get in!" A Monarch soldier yelled while firing his assault rifle.
Chief tossed Jackson in, and then jumped in himself with Ariel.
"Assets secure!" The Monarch soldier yelled.
"Benjie, fire the missiles!" Louis yelled after taking the Pelican to a safe altitude.
The ex-covenant fired and exploded the entire field.
"Alright, let's go home." Louis said while kicking in the main engines.
...
The ramp dropped in the Hanger of the Dawn and Lisa Loud ran inside. She saw Ariel and immediately started examining her. Two Monarch soldiers followed her and took Jackson into custody. Lisa performed some standard checks before examining the bite wound itself.
"How long ago did this happen?" She asked Chief.
"About seven hours." Chief said. "Who are you?"
"Dr. Lisa Marie Loud and you're in my light." She said sharply.
Her response took Chief off guard, not because of her tone with a Spartan but because of her name.
"I need a stretcher!" Lisa called to several Monarch soldiers who were outside.
The soldiers brought one as fast as they could and placed Ariel onto it.
"Get her to sick bay ASAP! She's got about a 20 minute window if this going to work." Lisa said as she followed the stretcher.
Chief stepped into the Dawn's hanger.
"Cortana." Chief called.
"Welcome back." Cortana said after appearing on a terminal.
"Is that the Lisa Loud who created the slipspace theory when she was 12?" Chief asked.
"The one and only." Cortana said.
"I thought she died in a car crash the same year." Chief said.
"Well because of the apocalypse, she and her sister Luna were never in that car." Cortana said.
"Is she with Monarch?" Chief asked.
"No, Violet and Jaxx found her, her niece, and another guy named Carl Grimes during their little outing." Cortana said.
Chief was taken back a bit. He remembered learning about the slipspace theory in basic training. If he recalled correctly, she created the theory but died before she could test it. Nearly five decades later, a Japanese and an American scientist picked up her work and created the first slipspace drive.
"It's like talking to a living legend right?" Cortana asked.
"Did Clementine make it?" Chief asked in a more serious tone.
"Chief, I had just about given up. There was nothing more that I could do for her…" Cortana started. "And then Dr. Loud comes along and fixes her up in an hour."
Chief looked at Cortana sharply.
"What, I was going for the dramatic effect." Cortana joked.
"Not funny." Chief said.
"We're going to have to work on your sense of humor." Cortana said.
"Chief!" A familiar voice called out.
John turned around and saw Noble Six coming toward him.
"I told you to eradicate a herd not abandon the camp!" He said sharply.
"I had other priorities." Chief said.
"So I've heard. Saving one marine doesn't justify the huge expenditure of resources we just went through to make sure Umbrella didn't find the Dawn!" He yelled.
"I wasn't going to let her die." Chief said a bit more aggressively.
"She's a soldier. In war, soldiers die. Sometimes you have to accept casualties to attain victory." Six said.
Suddenly Chief realized what Umbrella's end goal was. They were not trying to take over the world. They were trying to destroy it.
"If you haven't realized it yet, every single life is precious now. Because Umbrella wins, if you don't fight for everyone left on this planet." Chief said.
"And sometimes you have to lose a few, to save the rest. You know I'd think you, of all people, would appreciate the benefit of living to fight another day." Six said as he walked off.
"Ouch." Cortana said.
Chief started walking off.
"Where are you going?" Cortana asked.
Chief gave no answer. He made his way to the brig and then to Jackson's cell.
"Open it." He instructed the two guards.
They looked at each other and then opened the doors to the cell.
"What was your assignment within Carver's community?" Chief asked.
Jackson looked confused for a second, "To gather intelligence and act as a middle man between the higher ups in Umbrella and Carver."
"What orders did they usually relay?" Chief asked.
"Usually they just told us to destroy one community or another." Jackson said.
"Did they ever care if you took prisoners?" Chief asked.
"Actually, yes. They usually said to execute the entire population." Jackson said.
"What do you know about the Umbrella soldiers themselves?" Chief asked.
"A lot of them are ex-mercenaries and criminals. They don't really care what orders they get, they just care about food, shelter, pillaging, and raping." Jackson said. "What are you getting at here?"
"Sir, what is your point?" One of the guards asked.
"Umbrella's end goal isn't conquering the world. It's killing off every single human being that doesn't belong to their faction." Chief said.