Nemesis: Resident Evil III

Chapter Thirty Nine: Operation Terminated

Finding this group of Umbrella Supervisors, as they had been referred to, was a stroke of luck, but as she and Carlos traveled down the stone pathway toward the gates of the city's old graveyard, Jill found herself wanting to simply gun down the lot of them. If the fact that they were directly involved in the company's wrong doings hadn't been bad enough, the young woman had only just barely managed to restrain herself from attacking them, especially when the one she had seen at the warehouse back uptown talked about how he had so casually set up the other survivors to die.

Unfortunately these people, no matter how horrible they all were, couldn't arrange for a ride out of Raccoon City if they were all dead, so for now there was no choice but to go along with the young man's strategy of pretending that the two of them were Supervisors, too. The rain continued to fall steadily while the temperature dropped, causing her to shiver a little as the path took a downward slope, and now as the long, barred metal gate of the cemetery got closer, Jill could see why there hadn't been any monsters or infected people near the park's front gate… it was because they were all right there.

Zombies, those giant insects that she had seen in the tunnels back downtown, and even one or two larger things that looked like the beasts that Carlos had described encountering inside the hospital, there were dozens of Umbrella's monsters lying motionless on both sides of the pathway just in front of the heavy gate. All of them had fallen facing toward the graveyard, some on the grass far away, and some hanging over the brick wall, as if the Supervisors had met up and then been forced to defend their temporary basecamp… oh, there were a couple human bodies as well.

"It's just through here." One of the UBCS men said, unlocking the gate's padlock before pushing it open. "Hopefully this time we'll get the evacuation order… God, this place makes me sick; can you believe that people used to live in a toilet like this?"

Raccoon City wasn't a toilet, Jill thought, having to bite her lip to keep from shooting him. It was the home of over a hundred thousand people, including all of the smaller surrounding villages in the forest and up in the mountains. It was a place where parents raised their children, where innocent civilians went to work every day, most of them for the very company that cursed them with the T-Virus… but all these scumbags saw was a testing ground for abominations created for war… and somehow they were going to pay… all of them, Supervisors and Umbrella alike.

Once through the gate, the UBCS man closed it and put the padlock back on, verbally hoping that it would be the last time he had to pass through, and now the caretaker's maintenance shed could just barely be seen through the rain and darkness. There were lights in the cemetery, tall fixtures that were even older fashioned looking than the ones in the park, looking more like old hanging lanterns than modern fixtures, and spaced much farther apart. This left enough illumination for the young woman to see the outlines of the various tombs and headstones that were lined up across the property, but not much else except for the shed, which had light coming through the windows.

Of course, the shed, it turns out, was more like a full size cabin when they got close enough to see in in detail, and the large awning over the front door was a welcome sight, especially when it blocked the rain from falling on Jill's head while the front man used a key to open the lock. Squeak, the door hinges made only the tiniest sound, allowing the group to enter the cabin without incident, and once it was shut and locked again behind them, the young woman found herself inside of a place that looked almost like someone's house.

It was all a single, open concept, aside from a single closed door at the end which she assumed was a bathroom, with fully furnished, albeit from the 70's by the style, living room, kitchen, dining room, and bedroom all visible from where they were standing… sort of like a really rustic studio apartment. Each section of the place was lit up by a single-bulb fixture that hung from the ceiling, giving off illumination that was dim, but clear enough to see all of the cabin's features, including a crackling fire in the old fireplace… and a very complicated looking radio set complete with operator's chair setup in the corner by the kitchen.

All in all, the cabin looked untouched by the outbreak, although clearly lived in for a while, probably by the Supervisors… wait, no, there was the body of a man, slumped over the table backwards with the handle of a knife sticking out his eye. Probably the graveyard's caretaker, but… well, maybe it was the dim light, but from where Jill was standing, he didn't really look infected. Not that she would have put murder past any of them, but then her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of a toilet flushing, and a few moments later the young woman had to hide herself behind one of the taller men when the bathroom door opened up to reveal none other than Nikolai.

Thankfully, the Lieutenant didn't even look at the group of Supervisors standing by the front door, instead simply checking his watch, and then walking over to the communications equipment. She glanced over at Carlos, who had also hidden himself in the shadows, but the young man looked just as unsure of what to do as she was, but then they both paid attention after hearing the heavy click of the radio being activated. Nikolai looked at a sheet of paper on a nearby clipboard, before tuning into the correct frequency, and then increasing the volume so that the cabin was filled with the sound of static for several moments before a test signal started to come through.

"Attention all Supervisors, Code Black Transmission." A sharp voice crackled through, sounding like he was reading a script. "Repeat, all Supervisors, Code Black Transmission. Effective immediately, Operation Mad Jackal is terminated, repeat, Operation Mad Jackal is terminated. Contingency Plan Bacillus Terminate has been authorized, and will commence at dawn. Proceed immediately to designated extraction points, this message will repeat every five minutes."

Jill didn't understand what Operation Mad Jackal or Contingency Plan Bacillus Terminate were, but the mention of them was enough to send the Supervisors into an uproar, with all of them talking over each other and a few getting downright hostile as they approached the communication set where Nikolai was no longer sitting down. So far the Lieutenant hadn't seemed to notice either of them toward the back, and the young woman took this as a sign to sneak away while they had the chance, so she nodded toward the door, and Carlos quietly followed.

"They can't be serious!" One of the civilians exclaimed. "How can something like Bacillus Terminate be authorized?! They can't… they can't just nuke a whole city!"

Jill's hand was on the doorknob when she heard that statement, and the shock made her freeze in place as she tried to figure out whether or not Umbrella would go that far to cover their own tracks. But, that couldn't be possible, could it? Umbrella was rich and worldwide and all that, but how in the hell did the company manage to get their hands on a nuclear weapon? For a second this realization made her relax a bit… until the young woman remembered that just a few months ago she hadn't believed in zombies or Bio-Organic Weapons, either until…

Bang! Bang! Her thoughts were brought to a screeching halt when the sound of pistol fire reached her ears, the first shot from Nikolai firing into the air to quiet down the others… and the second one hitting the door right next to her head. Next the Lieutenant yelled something in Russian, and although Jill didn't speak the language, she was able to get the just of it when she heard the clicks of the other Supervisors getting their weapons ready. Carlos already had his hands up when she finally turned around, putting hers up as well, and wishing to God that she hadn't stayed to hear the rest of that message… since everyone had their weapons pointed at the two of them now.

"And I was told you were dead." Nikolai continued, laughing a little. "My friends, let me introduce Jill Valentine of RPD STARS unit… now, put your weapons on table, please… slowly, and then get on your knees."

"He's lying; this isn't Jill Valentine, she got killed by that thing at the clock tower." Carlos spoke up. "I saw Nikolai at the hospital; he was killing Supervisors so he'd get all the money, and then he blew up the place to cover his tracks. He's probably planning on killing you guys, too."

There was doubt in some of the other Supervisors' eyes now, since the group probably didn't trust the Lieutenant any more than she did, but it wasn't enough to stop them from aiming their weapons, or repeating the previous order. So the two of them were forced to put everything they could defend themselves with down, before kneeling on the floor, while at the same time one of the other Supervisors picked up the same clipboard that had the radio frequencies on it. Flipping to some of the back pages, he brought it over to the young woman, holding it up next to her face… so that he could compare it with the very clear photograph on Jill Valentine's RPD personnel file.

"Okay, we know who the girl is now." He said, looking over at Carlos. "But no Supervisor would allow her to live, especially since the reward on her pretty little head just doubled yesterday morning… so who the fuck are you, boy? And how did you even know about us?"

"The boy is nobody." Nikolai scoffed. "Just common criminal who killed Supervisor at press building, and took his equipment so he could…

"That's a lie!" Jill exclaimed, interrupting him. "You flat out admitted to me that you killed your man at the press building, and that you…

Whack! Now it was the young woman's turn to be interrupted when the Supervisor standing next to her suddenly struck her in the side of the head with the stock of his rifle, making her cry out as she fell to the floor. Carlos tried to jump up to defend her, but found his arms being restrained by two of the others, while that same Supervisor slammed the stock of his rifle into the young man's stomach. Whump! Whump! Whump! Three more times Carlos was struck like this, and then the Supervisors forced his arms behind his back so that they could tie him up… before pushing him to the floor and kicking him in the ribs hard enough to make him cough and cry out.

"Might as well gag him too." The Lieutenant ordered just as they finished tying his ankles together. "But leave him there… I want him to have good view for what happens to his girlfriend… bring that bitch here."