Resident Evil-Mercenary Story
Second chance

All Resident Evil games, Idea and character are belonging to Capcom, So as the story too. Enjoy the reading.

Sorry for a long update. Kinda have a writer block on my head. Thanks for the reading my story, notice how many hits on this story and thanks for the review as I tried to correct my grammar. If you feel help me out with editting my grammer or idea. I am glad to take anything.

He sat at the dark room but with the familiar sight. The dim light always hanging swaying below his head and again he was ready for another interview. He still wondering deep in his thought about the signing paper that the man mentioned. Was it new made up confession, extending prison time or the worst thing he could think of is execution. Nothing is nice where he called here in the room; all he gets was countless tiredness from bombard question about his case record or longer sentence time for him.

Randy move around on his seat, adjusting him from his uncomfortable position, having his hand locked on the table leg. The guard jerked Randy hand, forced to shake ensure the cuff locked the correct position without care the pain inflicted on Randy wrist like a piece of scumbag. No complain as all prisoners get the same treatment here or worse.

"I am not going anyway today." Randy looked the guard, stilling yanking the cuff. The cold chain harshly rubs on the skin, felt needle puncture on his wrist as chain metal entangle and tearing the hair skin away. The guard took easily after noticed Randy staring at them with cold look. The look could tell them that he able to get out with the lock and kill them both. The guard stop.

"It is your best room facility you could offer." The man asked, took a deep breath and checking the surrounding of the room. The warden was speechless as indeed the room was the one room. He tried to figure the reason out to shake out the problem, Randy sneered out without give chance to answer back.

"The finest torture room" Randy added the insult for the room.

The yellow stained white wall that seem had not being upkeep since his very first visit. The air as stale as before, uncomfortable at first but he got use to it after countless of visit of this room. The room barely had any furniture on it. Just a couple of chair and two set of table couple. Randy felt dislike about the furniture placed here. It is total distinguish the different class status of people. Like those had commit crime will always sit the lousy plastic chair and cold steel table that bolt on the ground tight with dull light shone down and the good guy sat comfortable at end of the room where the luxury leather office chair with the nice wooden oak table place. Compliment by the warden touch of furniture taste to keep his job on the line to make sure keep the guest happy as there are nothing much to offer in the old prison.

"Make sure of that handcuff tight secure." The warden tapping his baton on his palm, ensure the guard gave a proper checking before leaving his prisoner alone. He cleared his throat, showing displease sign with the sudden plan made out back then. He wondered as what is important of Randy signing some document.

"What the hell he thinks he is?" The warden muttered his curse as his power authority had challenged as the warden position. Knew he had being displeased but he still afford to give good fake smile. That is was his job and a cheque coming to his pocket to cover up about this visit.

"You be a good boy. Give some cooperation."He pretended to more attention to Randy by giving stern look, disliked him to waste time like the rest with other interview he done before. Randy kept quiet, watching the warden his excuse preparation to leave.

"So I place him here. If there are sign of trouble, just hit button on the wall. My boys would come and nail this sucker on the ground" The warden made simple explanation without deciding to go to complex procedure about the safety regulation.

"That is not necessary. It will be short. Beside this is private conversation, I hope you able to give some private time for us" The man smiled and thanked the hospitality. He took cheque that folded into two and place it on the warden uniform pocket.

"Sure, we will. Remember the button if you want out" The warden eyes focused with cheques buried inside deep to pocket. Then he gentle pat his own pocket and give a grin.

The warden and his boys leave with the door shut behind them as they leave them alone as promised. The man stood there, waited the foot step disappear into the night silent before he start his work objective with Randy alone.

"Drink..." The man pulled a small drink canteen from his coat, placed on the table, just in front of him. Randy smiled as he wondered how he managed to open the top with one hand and drink whatever contents inside. "Is it a joke?" Randy asked as if the man playing with him.

"Not really." The man kneeled and unlocked the handcuff. Then gentle the handcuff placed on the table with the key stuck on the hole. Randy cocky smile turned into awe. He could not figure as how he got the key.

"Don't ask. It is kinda of my old habit. My name is James Well" The man introduced himself casually, sat comfortable on the table. He pushed further down the canteen to Randy. "Don't worry; it is not poison veil or Serum. This is something that you like" Well took a white small cigarette. He tapped the bottom of the box lightly, gentle force the stick to popping half out before he pulled it. The man lighted and began to smoke, looking at Randy with friendly smile, beckon to take a sip.

Randy turned the top and smell of the content released into the cold stale air. "The Black heart" Randy instantly recalled the familiar rum smell had away apart from his life. He never thought it come back to him in the prison. Without thinking, he took a sip and letting the burning sensation running down to the throat. Never felt so good for long time. The last time he had been drown away during that horror night. He never wastes any of it for each sip was the dose of bravery to conquer the fear.

Randy come back with his senses, pushing nostalgic of his favourite rum away. His question is simple-the purpose of the visit.

"Do you remember the racoon city? The mission that you had being sent to do?" Well asked
"Yeah. Why with these question again? I have told you guys about it." Randy snapped but quickly lowers his voice to remain his calmness. For the sake of his drink, he didn't want to drag out without enjoy it first.
"Being drag out in the midnight and asking the same question, it is not funny." Randy growled, warning not to waste his breath over the same report again.
"Let get straight then "Well said in the deep confident voice, placed his hand on Randy shoulder without fear as Randy would do to him. Well spill his intention out without beating the around the bushes. "There is some interesting offer I about giving you today."

"Offer? What type of offer that you possible give. Imprisonment for life. I am here for five years"
"Freedom..." The word echoing in Randy ears, "Freedom...to become a free man once again."
"Freedom." Randy asked to ensure as what he heard earlier.
"Yes, freedom. If you are willing come back to our service with us. We could arrange that."

"Ha Ha...Funny, the corporate placed me here to rot and die for another 5 more years and I am free with cold cash. Now you guys wanted me to return back. Tell about it as why you needed me out" Randy took a sip, staring the canteen for a while before, waiting for convince reason.

"Umbrella is dead and you are not getting out"

Simple sentence but lead a huge confusion for Randy mind. What does it mean? DEAD. Umbrella is a major international player in a number of markets including pharmaceuticals, medical hardware, defence, and computers along with more clandestine operations utilizing genetic engineering and bio-weaponry. The company also has a more public face, producing cosmetics, consumer products and foods. It could not be dead. Serious thought of it, this would not happen for solid building company.

"What happen back then?" Randy asked.
"Long story... The legal proceeding, politics and cleaning up mess. One lead to another case. The stock plunge down and people lost trust on the company"
"That means"
"The Umbrella gone as so as UBCS and other thing which related with it"

"So I am stuck here in 5 years for nothing." Randy stayed his calm position; but hardly shakes off the shocking news.
"Worst is forever, Randy. Maybe this is your final drink." Well took the metal cap and playing with his fingers

He had being dumped here with empty promise of freedom and the money. Well was right.

Now the UBCS had gone now, the files and record would be untouched and placed into cold storage. The chance to getting out was impossible now as nobody would care find him. The case closed automatically imprisonment Randy for life if nobody wanted to step in until had make sense of why there are no visit recent two years, thought in his mind was there are nothing to dig on Randy information. Now in front of him, the truth had spill out, Well showed cut section of news of the Umbrella took the fall. Now he had nowhere to turn except to take the offer that placed on the table now by a stranger.

"Who are you working for?"
"Tricell." Well answered.

Well told everything about the company and what does company does. Randy listened to the story and noticed the time fly pass so fast now. All the incident outbreak news happen and fallen of another company following the step of Umbrella tragic.

30 minutes of conversation with Well had bought him past to the current present now. He knew what Well wanted for him to join back the force with the new company and fight the another outbreak.

"So the unit had gone already" Randy was just thinking about the rest of the members that did not join the mission. Just a small group of rookie that didn't to the list but they are lucky for not being selected for the slaughter.

"Not precisely...Yes, The UBCS was dissembled by your former company due the unbearable cost and we brought it. At that time, they also secretly sold information about survivor such as you to cover some loss. All your statement, record and so call your fake criminal crimes. Now belong to our corporate now."

"I am not a puppet." The Randy slammed his fist on the table.
"You are not a puppet but a great asset to me and my company."
"Try to put me in your trust. Why I should believe in you" Randy asked as he took a sip from the canteen.

"Not like the Umbrella had given you of empty trust. A jail sentence for ten years and 2 millions when you are out. That is gone now. Umbrella did not have the cash now for that. But I have. I believe in you to have the thing that we needed for" Well had showing his point which still couldn't give any trust to Randy.

"What is for me? Just not freedom only I guess"
"3 million dollars"
"For one mission. I am not going for that." Randy sneered the price to risk his life with uncertain mission he proceed
"I have not completed my sentence yet. That is a 10 million dollars mission but you will receive 3 million now if you sign it. You get out now as a free man and money in your pocket. Then another 7 million after the mission complete."

"If I survive. Of course" Randy said, thinking another death trap for him.
"That is definitely. Of course you are alive and the mission done successfully. The payment is not a problem. Plus, if you impress us very well, probably you get a permanent job and good plan care of your family. Just sign here." Well placed a piece the document had the company prepared for him. Slowly, Well pushed nearer to him, waiting for Randy to read and sign. "Don't worry, there are no catchy word in these document. I wrote myself"

Randy sat there, read thru the document careful to check for trap. A sentence or even a word could be misleading to him. But what he found the content stated with clear and simply word, it seem Well knew his work done his job very well. The problem is why Well choose him.

Was the reason he survived or wanted to eliminate him in the mission? No way, if Well wanted to eliminate, it is easy and should had done earlier in the prison not until Well wanted to meet him personally. His hand now holding the pen, a few centimetre distances between the tips of his pen and the mark to sign, his freedom hanged on the line where he could choose. Yes or No... sign or no sign.

"So, what it will be, Randy? Stay here to be rot or out to be free. Your choice." Well intended pressure Randy, treating it as a part of the early test as a soldier to take action. Pick out the a decision in a shorter time.

"For her sake" Randy signed without delay any second, took his chances to face the undead again. It is money temptation, he did for the family for the years, he didn't give any for them. As he had now, he will trade for it, at least his life in on the line now.

Slowly, he dropped the pen on the paper and pushed back. Well seemed smiling to receive the signed document and show his hand out to Randy for a friendly handshake. Randy refused it.

"Well done, Lisa should be happy to receive it. Educational fund or spend what wherever she decide. Such a good father." Well placed back secure into his files. "Don't be surprise. We know anything of employee background."

"Then do you know...UBCS program was the first to go up smoke for failure as you know, Well."

"I know that. I could not blame that. Nobody get the first containment mission done right. Unprepared and no slight information about your team dealing with it. Just Trial and Error. Fatal error but we are different. We are prepared for this. I know we need somebody to clean the mess." Well took the file to his hand, flipped the data analysis which recorded on the Racoon city, started dated as the UBCS operation began. The map chart with the cross o

The record was kept secure as the reference for efficient containment in case there are another situation occurred again. But seem the record was not used again since the Umbrella fall into misery financial problem.

"Join as a captain, I want you to join the group of soldier are total trained with these situation. Followed the old record, you are sole survivor in Raccoon city"
"Me and that person pilot the copter. I don't take credit for it" Randy interrupted. Well looked at him for moment as there are more on that incident. "What?" Randy noticed the unusual silently.
"But base on the record, you are half right only. The pilot died during the mission. You are the sole survivor until now." Well dropped the half burnt cigarette, showing the seriousness now.

"What is until now?" Randy asked

"There is another survivor. In fact, he is also one of the UBCS member." He opened the folder, flipping some pages until he reached a bookmark the section and placed in front on Randy. "Take a look..." Showing the section of the mercenary profile which had being sent to the joint mission. All of them, breaking into four sections, following the Alpha team to Delta Team, even the special unit team that Randy belong to.

Randy took the paper and began to read briefly page by page. A set of profile report about the member of UBCS, there is a picture on the person with description of his background on each page. There was nothing interest to him as all of them had died. The red stamp of K.I.A on the bottom on the profile of each member showed the conformation. The very disturbing was the record of the action and command of each member made as if the record tried as much detail as possible, even they had picture of the map as where the red mark X drawn to show where as the men had fallen.

The X taunted him to remember as how they died. The sound their pleading for help and the horrid sound of the tearing flesh. He wanted to stop but the page still flipping slowly as the fingers refused it. Until he turned the pages, showing stamp was not state as K.I.A but M.I.A. Randy looked closely at the picture of young man.

"Carlos Oliveira" He read out the name. He seem didn't recalled him or running to him before.
"Delta Platoon, Company A" Well explained. "A surviving person, but the copter crashed down at the riverbank. No bodies found except the pilot. The same pilot that rescue you in the clock tower."
"So he is not dead. Kind of smart fellow not to appear." He praised that stranger to have brain to run away rather landed the situation like Randy had now.

"Yes, For me, he is dead. But let not argue about him with military term. The person had survive is behind in that page. The person causes an outbreak. A mad person" Randy flipped the last page.
"Who is it?" Randy asked but soon he got the answer, He never believed as he saw the picture. The grinned smile of the picture face, Randy give a long stare on that picture as his eyes bewildered with anger. A man which is a betrayer to him and rest of the member that supposed to alive in racoon city.

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