The following morning at B.S.A.A.'s H.Q., in relief for the four guards who had been taxed with surveillance and service of Captain Redfield's residence; another band of men came in, cleared to position over their predecessors. Shock settled in upon arrival. There had been concern over those who had not reported in however, the teams had been reporting in intervals that gave no rise for concern, in periods of every 6th hour. It wasn't until now that these men could have been made aware. There had been awe as to why captain Redfield was placed under house arrest by the top brass, but not a one came to question their orders, merely did as a good soldier would;they followed them. Silence was all the radio feed provided. Static that hissed, until they could hear the sounds of their replacement's walkies from their position, and yet heard no man on the recall, nor spotted them in position about the perimeter of the home. Closer in, as proper soldiers, they raised weapons, on full alert and calling back on the radio in hopes of getting a response form a man caught off guard to 'relieve' himself. However, to their chagrin, no man was seen. It was clear something was amiss; they noticed that something was wrong; no one could see any of the men who should be currently guarding the home upon a full perimeter sweep, nor movement was there seen inside the house. A second search of the area, 9-0-9, standard issues, raised high in alert. It was too quiet Clearly... something had occurred. "HEY! Get over here, quick!" agent Max Sterling's voice breeched the silence over the coms.
One of the guards, dead. His neck snapped, bones from his spinal column jutting out from beneath the skin, and pierced through it in shards that tore muscle and larynx in the same crushing blow. It had happened in a horrific manner, clearly, from the last remaining look on the opaque face of the man twisted on the ground. Footfalls alerted Max of his partners running to his position until they were in sight of the corpse, strewn in the grasses before him, once hidden by foliage that the agent had moved aside. Upon its discovery it was clear more was at work, calling in body after body that was found over the short waves as they spread out to check the remaining area. This did not look good and soon, rest of the bodies were found, each one distorted in its own sick and perverted manner; though each a quick and almost painless death in itself. All necks had been snapped, either from the front or back, the skull of one particular fractured from the force exerted upon it when the snap was made. Max radioed Headquarters to let them know of the situation with the bodies once the rest had been discovered; while two of the other guards, Harold and Ken, breeched the house. Clearing room by room, both kept in constant radio contact until all lower rooms were designated, and upper levels were further cleared within the remaining time it took for Max to collaborate with Headquarters. The confines of Captain Redfield's quarters were left emptied. Personal effects were strewn about the rooms shown to b his own personal sleeping areas, however nothing here suggested foul play apart from the fainted trail of blood on the ground mingled with dried saliva where he'd been dumped unceremonious at the beginning of this endevour. There was no sign of Captain Christopher Redfield or his gear; reported to by each soldier, then further relayed to Headquarters.
General alarm was sounded by H.Q. and base was immediately put on lockdown, closing down any personnel and restricting all movements until the recovery of Captain Redfield was located. Anyone known to aid or abed him in escape of the B.S.A.A. base, would be prosecuted as an accomplice to the murders of those found at the abode of the captain. In normal circumstances this might deter those there on base, but upon notification that this information was on Capt. Redfield made it more complicated. Many men would put themselves on the line for the partial founder of the bioterrorist organization if he would ask them, even if accused of murder. He was a man well known, and they'd have to ask fast. Eyes in the sky would be necessary. Medical personnel were issued to Chris's home to read what the corpses could tell them of their demise, and to dispose of the bodies. Max gulped, nodding uncomfortably toward the body that was being zipped within the plastic bags and lugged toward the truck; the head had been practically severed. "I don't know what's going on. Captain Redfield couldn't have done this... these were good men." Dark thoughts had begun to collaborate between soldiers, each one getting more and more plausible the longer they considered the possibilities. What if Captain Redfield did this... what did that mean for the B.S.A.A.?
In tandem with the investigation; an emergency meeting was called to order for those who had been present during the declaration of captivity on captain Redfield. The subject: Redfield going AWOL. Four men found dead at the residence and without communication from the captain since then it had to be assumed he was to be responsible for the deaths of these men. And unexpected act against the organization. Having helped to form the bioterrorist units, it was never considered he might act against orders and rebel, but now this was a very real threat. The Generals at said meeting were discussing what was going to happen next in their internal investigation when a knock was heard on the door. A solider emerging; straight backed in posture as one might expect of a good soldier. "Generals, sorry to interrupt, but there has been word... Several scientists from Quarantine Facility have asked permission to meet with you. They are in very rough shape, Sirs, they are in a state of panic, probably best to hear them out sir," said the soldier who was guarding the door outside. He was given specific instructions that no one was supposed to be allowed to interrupt their meetings unless it was personnel from the Quarantine Facility with news that might pertain to the escape of their missing captain. The scientists there could have new information about what they were studying at any time and they were told to forward any breakthroughs to them immediately considering the security levels of their latest experimentation and the high alert. The last thing that had been wanted would have been the captain to go after his sniper, after they had finally won the battle to study this material in their own leisure.
"Admit them immediately," General Stephens warbled to the guard. Both scientists which were then admitted into the meeting room shambled within and to say that they were worse for wear would be grossly understated. Littered with blood stains which leaked and bled through their clothing, of their own, and of others soiled white lab coats, along with singes and burns that coated them in the stench of burning hair, and roasting pork. Their clothing was damaged and both were in stammering in a state of panic. The male, Dr. James Black and the female with singed hair was; Dr. Reby Kline. They worked with the head of B.S.A.A.'s Medical Research Team, Dr. Sandra Blaine. None of which did not go unannounced upon their entry however unnecessary. Dr. Blaine used to work for Tricell doing virus research in a time when th business was secretly funded and operated by Umbrella agents and one Excella. She also did unethical experiments on human subjects to better understand their viral counterparts. When Tricell was taken down, she was going to be sent to a secure facility. A prison main for all those who had been judged guilty for bioweapon manufacturing for life. That had been until some government officials and the B.S.A.A. gave her an offer she couldn't refuse. She could continue her viral research and do any sort of experimentation she wanted as long as she worked for the B.S.A.A. and shared her finding that were credited only to the anonymous security of the B.S.A.A. They would give her key projects to work on and she had to report to the Generals and Director of Headquarters and them alone. She took the deal to avoid prison and so she could continue what she was doing. Dr. James Black and Dr. Reby Kline were her co-workers at Tricell and they were offered the same deal as Dr. Blaine. They both did not want to go to prison, so they opted to work for the B.S.A.A.
"Doctors Black and Kline, Calm yourselves. Tell us what is going on. You are supposed to be restricted to the Quarantine Facility. Has experimenting on Agent Nivans been successful so quickly or have you come to us under other pretense? What is the status of your work thus far?" General Stephens rumbled, eying both suspiciously. Of the scientists that were refurbished to them by Tricell, these had been the most promising to come up with functional information on both the enhanced C-Virus, and its host. Both of the doctors looked at one another and took a good look around the room, judging the faces in the room who were privy to said information. They wanted to make sure they were safe, but still, they were shaken up badly calming their own nerves in the proess. "General Stephens," Kline began, breaking the silence. "We just escaped from Hell! You told the staff at the Facility that Agent Nivans would do nothing but allow us to conduct our research into the effects of his strain of the C-Virus. We were assured that his utmost acceptance to our circumstances were understood. We were all led to believe that he would prove to pose no danger to our staff... but, oh GOD!" Reby's scream echoed hard across the room as she had a flashback. Her tears were clinging like a waterfall to her smooth countenance holding onto James for support as she sagged.
"Explain yourselves!"
"Agent Nivans…everything was going fine…" Reby took a moment to calm down as she recalled what happened, memories fresh in her mind. "Dr. Steen examined Agent Nivans' arm at first and did all preliminary exams, but Nivans killed him during the examination, just... there was death everywhere." Reby said as she left out what sort of examination of the arm it was. Everyone in the room knew the staff at the Quarantine Facility violated every sort of medical protocols known for human trials and examinations however there were reasons it was called 'don't ask, don't tell.' Such things were irrelevant as long as
the end result was what the B.S.A.A. and their backers required. "After Dr. Steen was killed, Dr. Blaine took over Agent Nivans' case. She continued where Dr. Steen left off and we were able to get some data about the enhanced C-Virus' healing properties. There were clear differences to it and the normal virus we've seen react in those designated 'J'avo.' The examination was going well until Agent Nivans asked after a cure. We were never told he was not of the understanding that his circumstances were permanent. Dr. Blaine….informed Nivans that there was no cure for his strain of viurs. It was then that Nivans…"Reby shook again as she recalled Piers fully transform person. Not only killing Dr. Blaine and the scientists in the room, but devistating the entire facility. "Nivans-
"Continue Dr!"
"HE TURNED INTO A FUCKING MONSTER! HIS SCREAMS WERE INHUMAN AS HE KILLED PEOPLE! OH GOD! HE FRIED THEM…BURNED EVERYONE HE COULD…THE BURNED BODIES…THE ELECTRICITY…OH GOD!" Reby screamed again in terror to everyone in the room. She fell to the ground and was shaking in fear.
The Generals in the room in shock about what they were told. They did receive some data from the Quarantine Facility since Piers was there for four days, but it was not nearly enough. Not enough for it to be put to an end after so short a time.
"Dr. Black, we must have the finished report before we can release you both for medical attention to recover. We must know everything that happened. Please continue where Dr. Kline left off," General Stephens grumbled unhappily through grit teeth, hissing at the news being relayed to them. Of course Nivans had fought back, the boy wasn't painless to their procedures and no doubt unethical behavior was observed. They couldn't have anticipated full cooperation. He was the most docile soldier they'd ever been sent, but even a sleeping bear would attack when provoked.
"Generals, I was not in the research room with Agent Nivans and the others when he transfigured," James began. "I was on a break and I went outside for some fresh air, a smoke. Suddenly, I heard screams from inside the building and the lights were exploding from the inside out. I could see…electricity all around the building and it was so strong that the lights outside blew up as well, all the perimeter mini-suns rained glass down on us. There were soldiers outside…the usual guards…and one of them saw a..., a man. He…the man was huge, mountainous even. His eyes…oh Lord, his eyes were red blazing red. The only ever time I've seen color like that was working for the chairman all those years ago. The malice in them... He wore black and green, appeared to be military gear, some tactical things; and he was clearly armed. The soldiers told him to stay where he was, but he ran…I don't know…, he moved so fast it was a blur! One moment he was standing across the field and the next…" James took a moment to calm himself and the thundering of his heart, "a head…that guard's head was next to my feet… The next thing I knew, everyone else outside was killed. It happened so fast and the man…no not a man…a fucking demon… was covered in blood, dripping it as he went towards the building," James quivered at the reminiscence. "I persued inside the building even though the entire building was covered in an electric boundry of sorts. As I ran inside, I saw Dr. Kline in a corner and I joined her. She was injured and I was feeling my skin burn from the amperage of the electricity coursing even just along the walls. And then…OH GOD… that demon came in and saw us. We tried to reason with it, we didn't want to die, but he was going to butcher us. We ran further inside the building." The generals all appeared as exhausted by the report as they were all exasperated. All knew where these statements were headed, and already they were falling behind the oncoming manhunt. "Death awaited us no matter where we went. Luckily, the electricity was starting to wind down, so we ran towards the research room were Agent Nivans was being contained at the time. When we got inside, Nivans had collapsed to the ground and that…that fucking demon went to him. That monster knew who Agent Nivans was, even made a show by calling him by name. Reby and I ran out of the building while we had the opportunity. We got the hell out and never looked back until we got here. Please, you have your report! James said as he could no longer stay calm.
The Director was constantly observing the entire situation, his fingers steeped together as he watched the two recounting their events of horror, listening intently. It spun well. He had reports from the guard on the other side of the buildings as well to account for. For the most part, they all called forth the same memories. Agent Nivans narrowly destroyed an impenetrable fortress effortlessly when provoked, and there was a man with red eyes. Two monsters. He knew the reason the young sniper Ace had ceased permitting the actions. Of course he was willing to be their guinea pig; even after what happened, no doubt he would have continued out of his moral obligations. Agent Nivans was an amazing recruit, if not for a certain captain they would have had their answers long before now. Ever since China perhaps. He kept Captain Redfield in line in the field though. Destroyed the Haos, and basically spent three years with the best track record they could have hoped for with an unwavering loyalty. He would have suffered for killing those people after he came down from that little contact high from what they'd done to him. They pushed the envelope. When they got him back, there would have to be a degree of precaution taken. With enough convincing and restraining, he could be kept without trouble. As far as their research went, they weren't nearly close to finished, they hadn't even begun. Piers would be good for them with enough positive reinforcement. It was evident that there was a great deal that the sniper was keen on doing the 'right' thing, no matter the cost to himself.
However, retold accounts of this red eyed demon were things that bothered him. He'd heard back from the guards and these men here that there was a devil on scene. One hell bent on kidnapping their little experimental lab rat. Before that, there were reports from men that the guards watching Captain Chris Redfield had escaped his house arrest and taken four agents out with him. That meant to him that there was little to say about this matter. It was evident who it had been. If Chris Redfield had been infected by the sniper in his time on lock down by the captain, it was time he was brought in as well. Stealing away research that had to be completed could not be permitted. "I appreciate your loyalty. Go rest." He waved off the scientists, fully aware of the blood on their hands despite their whining. "General... if Agent Nivans held back, and we know the electric bursts he uses are capable of destroying entire facilities without restraint, that means he had a reason to withhold himself. That also means we have means. He is responsible for several deaths. He knows it. We can use that to bring him back in. No way a kid that clean turns away from his obligations to those people's families. So he'll be easy enough to sway for our cause, but we need to contact him. Call in the Special Operastions Unit. Get their explosives expert in here to tell me the location of the nearest electromagnetic pulse device, we'll use it and its radar to find Nivans. He's got an electro-signature we can trace because of that enhanced C-Virus. And do me a favor, call in Captain Valentine."
The call was made, and Jill Valentine received it in urgency from the Director of the B.S.A.A. recalled to the conference room. It took a matter of only two hours to call her in from the training facility where she had been stationed. She had no idea why she was being called, but Jill figured it was finally time for another mission. It has been over six months since she was in the field and she was ready for some action after being benched since the Kijuju incident. Jill was immediately let into the room without question and the Director, along with all Generals were present. "Generals..., Director."
"Captain Valentine, we have a mission for you. Word will soon spread and we must act before rumor begins to form. I regret to inform you, Agent Piers Nivans has gone rogue." jill's features hardened at Piers' designation. She had never trusted the younger sniper for a partner of her old friend, but news of this caliber was never well received. "As you know, he was infected with a strain of the C-Virus when in China, and responsible for the destruction of Underwater Facility of Neo-Umbrella. After some well deserved down time for his service to this country, he was taken to our Quarantine Facility so a cure for his affliction could be uncovered." General Stephens debriefed agent Valentine. The news about Piers going to the Quarantine Facility was made known to squad captains and those of higher rank already, and many applauded his duty to United States, and hoped a speedy recovery, though many knew the effects already to be had of any cures on those already infected with the C. "Well, Agent Nivans seems to have fallen prey to the effects of the virus on his mental faculties and killed several people at the Quarantine Facility. He very nearly destroyed the building as well with only two survivors. Worse of all, we fear Agent Nivans had assistance from one Captain Chris Redfield. Captain Redfield is possibly infected. The men guarding his home after we placed him on house arrest were killed. The bodies were found this morning." Jill was in shock, she couldn't believe what she was hearing but teh stoic face of a captain in her position shown bravado through its entirety. There was no way Chris would have done these things and Piers Nivans was a Boy Scout! Piers had the cleanest record she has ever laid eye on. Could the virus have warped him that much? "Captain Valentine, once we have the location of Agent Nivans, we will send you and a team to bring him in, alive if capable. It is imperative that Agent Nivans is captured to further research the chances of a cure. If Captain Redfield is there, then he must be captured as well. Assemble a team and wait for deployment Captain Valentine. You are dismissed."
Jill's deployment was sudden and not entirely uncalled for. Two of the BSAA's best were rogue, and her partner, ex-lover was infected. Whatever the case, she wanted to be the one to bring him in, not one of those headhunters that the program used to take care of 'internal' conflict. Taking control of the on-board staff at the base, she immediately began her business. Bring them in, without harm, or with whatever means necessary. The voice of one of Chris' newest met her ear and caused her gut to ache even thinking that they were hunting their own. "Captain, are we suppose to treat them as hostile?" That was the question at hand wasn't it. Chris would ruin people if he was on the offensive and depending how infected he was there were real concerns what he could do to people he once cared for. Especially if he was in the mind to kill them and ask questions later. Piers and Chris were B.S.A.A.'s best marksmen, and if they had weapons? "Yes, let the men know. If they have any reservations about their safety, open fire. Keep eyes on target, high and low. You know our guys. They've been partners almost 5 years. Do not show your backs and keep your eyes in the sky. Piers Nivans is the best sniper state side, and if his choices have been compromised we can not allow ourselves to be confident."
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