"Alex... huh? And a woman to boot." Rize regarded her husband's findings from New York carefully. "Typical Syndicate bullshit, nothing more than a name and gender."
"I got more after that." Tobias replied. "I did a system search within the original slew of Syndicate intel from Raccoon City, and came across something rather concerning."
"And what would that be?" Rize raised an eyebrow behind her glasses.
"My aunt's name was Alex. Guess which side of the family?" Jake came around the corner with his arms crossed.
"Son of a bitch..." Rize's jaw dropped. "Wesker had a sister?!"
"Damn right. Alexandra Wesker, she'd be in her mid-fifties now." Tobias smirked at the expanse of intel they'd gotten from a mere name and gender. "So, after a quick chat with Koko and a few other international informants, she informed me that Miss Wesker was last seen in some rather surprising locations over the last six months. Tokyo... Moscow... Ottawa... London... Berlin... She's going for the governments of each country she visits. BSAA has personnel on alert worldwide, checking with governing parties with the description we'd managed to glean from old family photo's from Jake."
"Good thing I didn't burn them, eh?" Jake smirked. "She kinda cared about me as a kid, whenever she'd visit us. Haven't really seen her for the past ten years though, probably be about the time she took over the Syndicate."
"I would assume that's the case, yeah." Tobias nodded. "Which means we finally know who's leading the Syndicate... and have a general direction as to the why."
"Little sister is mad that we killed her big brother." Rize commented in Japanese, earning a nod from Tobias and Jake - who understood most of what Rize said.
"Now we just need to catch the bitch." Jake laughed slightly. "So, any idea where she's headed next?"
"Koko, Seras and Motoko are dealing with that one. Stella's gone back to Japan to check with Section 9, try and enlist their assistance over there. Old Aramaki's got strong connections in their Parliment."
"Yuuki's not gonna be pleased to hear about that..." Jake commented to himself, just as the sisters came through the nearby front door, having heard what their dad just said.
"Oh no, it's cool. I paid her a visit before she left, made sure she was walking funny when she left, y'know." Yuuki grinned as they kissed each other. "Too bad Motoko was already gone, would've had some fun with her too..."
"You are insatiable..." Rachael commented as she pulled her helmet off, shaking her hair back into shape.
"I can't help being this sexy, you should know that, of all people!" Yuuki countered. "But dat booty though! Mmmmph!" She groaned happily at the mental imagery of Stella's infamous backside. "How can you not want to just squeeze it and play with it and fuck it?!"
"Because yours is better." Rachael replied, pulling her twin right into an amused kiss. "Mmmmmmmm... And you have better tits."
"So, your aunt's going after federal government agencies, and some intel that Seras gathered for me has shown how and possibly why she's doing it all so quickly." Tobias indicated a small stack of documents on the coffee table. "Syndicate's been trying to copycat the Nightfall."
"Bullshit, they can't do that without Valentine!" The twins separated right away, stepping forward to read the papers gathered by the Hellsing Organization. "Fucking hell, England's building one for her... Russia... Germany's making two... China... Canada's providing supplies and builders... What the fuck?! How many ships does she even want?"
"We've only been able to confirm 13 ships are being constructed." An English accented voice spoke up from the middle of the room, quickly followed by the appearance of Seras Victoria through her strange red and black portal. "Her Majesty personally sent me with some mixed news, Tobias."
"Before we begin, Jake, girls... Meet Seras Victoria, she's a vampire working for the Hellsing Organization over in London."
"Vampire?" Jake shared a glance with the twins. "Like, Dracula, 'I vant to suck your blood~!' Vampire?" He adopted a cheeky Romanian accent as he spoke.
"That's right. My Master is Alucard, in service to Sir Integra Fairbrook Windgates Hellsing. I am bound to him by blood." Seras placed her normal hand to her generous chest.
"So we're not the only interesting ones in the world, huh?" Rachael smirked before allowing the vampiric woman to speak to their father about the report.
"So, her Majesty informed me of two things; the first, the ship we've been coerced into building for this Alexandra Wesker is less than a week from launching. Second, the woman herself is going to be in London for the next two weeks, for talks with the Royal military regarding the ship, designated 'Ship 4' of her intended fleet."
"Are we safe to assume she doesn't know we're coming?" Tobias smirked.
"As far as I know, she's still on edge after the raid you conducted in New York." Seras shrugged. "So she's logically be taking security precautions during her visit."
"Anyone up for a trip across the pond?" Rize chuckled darkly, knowing that her children wouldn't be too keen on being left out of something of this magnitude.
"I think it's safe to say we're all gonna be joining you..." Jake laughed, already pulling out his phone to call Sherry.
"You sure picked quite the venue for this meeting, Madam Wesker." Colonel Saunders, with his fellow military officers, were seated with the older woman in her sharp white suit at a high class restaurant, reserved for her alone, so there were no civilians to overhear the rather top secret topic they'd be discussing.
"Believe me, this is nothing for me." Alexandra Wesker smiled slightly, despite it not reaching her eyes. Her cold gaze remained focused on Saunders as one of her security team approached and spoke quietly into her ear in fluent German, her native tongue. "Excellent, thank you for the update."
"Problems, Ma'am?" Saunders raised an eyebrow curiously.
"Not at all, good news, actually." Alex Wesker shook her head. "I was just informed that Ship 4 is fully operational, and fit for an immediate launch as we speak. It can fly over this very building within thirty minutes."
"So, what, pray tell, is your reasoning for speaking to us at such a late stage?" Another officer, a Lieutenant-Major, asked curiously.
"I require trustworthy personnel, specifically for Ship 4, as security and crew members From either the Royal Air Force, or the Royal Navy. I'd prefer not the Army due to the nature of the vessel, I'm sure you understand."
"Have you cleared this with the Prime Minister and Her Majesty?"
"Yes, I have." Alex Wesker reached for her nearby wine and took a sip before continuing. "I need a crew of thirty men, and a security force of at least another 120. I'm sure you can glean such a force for me without much trouble, gentlemen."
"A hundred and fifty men for one ship?" The officers exchanged glances, thinking about the requests. "And what about training the crew? This flying ship of yours isn't a normal vessel, by any means."
"I have that covered, not to worry." Alex replied. "Now, shall we partake in our meal, seeing as our negotiations are complete?"
Tobias smirked at the conversation he was eavesdropping on via a set of planted audio bugs placed by Serenity and Seras mere minutes beforehand. He'd heard everything so far, and with Alice on-hand to handle the languages, she'd relayed the German to English for everyone else.
"So what're we gonna do to this bitch? I can see her from here." Yuuki asked over their radio line, perched on a rooftop as sniper support - like Rachael and Piers also were - with Lucky Lady almost certainly aimed at Alex Wesker's head as she spoke.
"We can't just take her down, Yuuki. I'm running a scan on that building, all the windows are bulletproof. It's a high class joint, makes sense they'd protect their patrons." Alice reported from their hidden truck with all their tech equipment.
"How bulletproof are we talking here?" Yuuki challenged, well aware that her .308 rifle had it's limits at times.
"Lady wouldn't do shit, honey. Scanner's saying it's rated for .50 cal."
"Piers?" Yuuki asked hopefully.
"Negative, ma'am. I don't have a shot." Piers replied immediately, even though he'd made sure to install the .50 BMG kit for his UT-2015 rifle, just for this mission.
"So what's the plan?" Rachael spoke up, checking on her twin with Ping's scope from across the rooftops. She hadn't wavered her sights from Alex Wesker in the slightest since they'd set up positions around the restaurant.
"Seras, Serenity, are you two able to regroup with us here?" Tobias asked over the line, and received silence for a moment from the two blondes.
"Not yet, we need to get out of the dining hall first." Serenity reported, then Seras spoke up.
"I can use a portal for both of us, meet me in the ladies room."
"Oh, is the vampire getting kinky with the T-Ghoul now?" Serenity couldn't help but tease as they snuck inside with a touch of illusion from each, to prevent the door from being seen opening, and vanished from the building entirely, materializing outside of the van where Alice, Sherry and Sheva were located. Tobias was smoking outside as they arrived.
"Don't mind her, Seras, she doesn't know better." Tobias smirked as he exhaled his smoke. "Now, as for the plan, I figure a chat with Miss Wesker after her dinner is in order. Nobody on our side is to shoot first, return fire only."
"So what's the formation, sir?" Chris asked, situated in an escape car with Carlos and Finn, all in full kit with their weapons.
"I'll do the meet and greet, Rize, Alice, Sheva and Sherry stay on support. Seras, Sere, back me up. Yuuki, Rachael and Piers, overwatch. Everyone else, stay as is until either exfil or shit hits the fan. Standard urban protocol if that's the case."
"Copy that." Everyone chorused in unison at his words, so after handing over Serenity's and Seras' hidden weapons, he calmly and boldly walked across the street and leaned on the lamp post with his cigar, aided by Serenity's illusion on his hair and eyes to fool the nearby guards standing at the restaurant's doors.
As he did so, he scanned the surrounding area for other guards hiding in plain sight. A few likely ones caught his eye, but for the most part, it appeared that Alex's security team was inside with her. No big deal, in all honesty. He had the tactical upper hand right now.
Half an hour later, the guards outside - Tobias now had a newspaper from a nearby newsstand and was sitting on a bench - started receiving new orders over their earpieces, and stepped towards the doors. Tobias noticed and whispered into his own. "Sere, Seras, on me. Quietly. No portal."
"Coming." Serenity replied, more than likely making the two of them invisible as they came across the street to stand behind him at the bench. She tapped his shoulder to let him know they'd arrived, just as the guards at the restaurant opened the doors for Alex Wesker and her entourage of armed guards as a limo pulled up the curb, right on cue.
"I shall see you all at the launch, gentlemen..."
"Plagiarism, I say. People trying to claim the greatness of others as their own." Tobias spoke aloud, ruffling his newspaper pointedly. It drew Alex's gaze, and she stared at him coldly for the interruption.
"I thought security gave the all clear..." Alex hurriedly commented to one of her guards, so he gestured for the two that had been outside the whole time to deal with Tobias.
"Sir, this is a private affair, I'm going to have to ask that you..."
"Nope." Tobias tossed his paper onto the bench and stood up. "I have business with that woman."
"And what business would that be?" Alex challenged loudly, crossing her arms.
"Let's start with why you're controlling my old organization, the Syndicate." Tobias chuckled. "And next, why and more importantly, how, you're copying my son's ship, the Nightfall? After that, maybe a chat about your political manipulation as well. You choose where to begin, Miss Alexandra Wesker."
"Darkwood..." Alex snarled, immediately taking a step back and patting her guards on the shoulder, a signal for danger. "I'll leave it all to your imagination, and leave the runt wondering about his little toy. Hold him off!" She barked the last part to the guards as she was rushed back into the building, all her men producing submachine guns from under their longcoats.
"Who said I was here for a fight?" Tobias slowly held up his hands. "Why would I want shit to hit the fan?"
That was the signal for everyone on his side to spring into action. He himself produced The Twins from inside his sleeves and executed the nearest guards as three distant gunshots went off in near perfect succession, knocking two more men back as they were struck by two .308's and one simply ceased to exist as he exploded from the mighty .50 BMG, and then they guy right behind him was left with a very large hole in his chest as he too succumbed to Browning's crown jewel of a round... And it left a huge ass crack in the stone behind the poor bastards too.
"Snipers! He's planned this!" A surviving guard immediately took the nearest piece of solid cover that could possibly withstand a direct hit from a .50 cal. "Enact hostile extraction plan two!"
"Seras, Sere, you mind taking care of that?" Tobias had a fresh cigar clamped in his teeth, taking precise shots at any hint of a guard's exposed body parts.
"On it, sweetie!" Serenity and Seras ran off, still invisible, so they were safe from being targeted when Piers caused some more hard cover to break into pieces, causing the stunned Syndicate soldier to scramble to safety to avoid the other two apparent snipers.
"Chris, Finn, Carlos, secure the back of the building." Tobias ordered in Russian, knowing that his men were fluent enough for conversations, and of course, combat orders. "Valentine, Mishka, kill the building."
"Dah!" A chorus of affirmations came through the radio, and barely three seconds later, the restraunt was plunged into darkness. Only the flashes from the gunfight out front provided any light.
"I'm coming in for some fun, Val's going after the broad!" Tabitha called over the radio, much to Tobias' annoyance.
"Val, what are you thinking?!" Tobias barked into the line in Russian, still shooting the guards while aided by Piers' UT-2015 and his daughter's .308's. All of the guards' rounds were harmlessly pinging off his body and the sidewalk.
"I want a word with the old hag about my ship!"
"GET BACK HERE!" Tobias abandoned the few remaining guards for his snipers to handle, breaking away at a full sprint as he spat out his cigar while deploying his T-15 and Boosting up to a wall and running over some dumpsters in pursuit of his defiant son. "VALENTINE!"
"She's not getting away from me!" Valentine countered from up ahead, his voice echoing down the alley slightly.
"I sent Seras and Serenity! Not you!" Tobias caught up to his son and tackled him to safety as several additional guards came out of the nearby loading bay and opened fire as they spread out behind some soft and hard cover spread around the area. "Shit!"
Tobias and Valentine brought their guns up - Valentine had his Colt - and shot back, neither missed once as the last guard dropped to the ground. Valentine reloaded as he charged forward into the doors they'd come from, quickly followed by his father to find Alex Wesker crouched behind some hard cover inside the loading bay.
"Feeling ready to speak to us now?" Valentine shoved his Colt under her jaw.
"You've been outsmarted, Darkwood. I'll see you in the skies, child." Alex grinned as her body suddenly jerked violently, so Valentine grabbed her and suddenly gasped as he sensed all of the metal in her body... A prosthetic, remote body.
"Not if I have a say in it!" Valentine pulled a device from his belt of pouches and latched it onto the back of Alex's neck with a couple sparks. She snarled in anger, unable to self-suicide the remote body's connection with the device in place, leaving her movements jerky and clearly difficult to manipulate with such a limited connection. "Now then... My ship."
"I refuse to speak to the likes of you. You're wasting your time and resources on a decoy!" Alex's jaw worked awkwardly as she spoke, still fighting the device that Valentine had latched onto her neck.
"You sure?" Valentine pressed his gun harder into her throat. "I've trapped your control here, and you don't have a chance of physically getting away from us either, so... I ask again; My ship. What are you planning to do with 13 copies of it?"
Alex's decoy laughed arrogantly. "War." She suddenly grabbed Valentine's gun and forced him to pull the trigger, the .45 ACP FMJ round went straight up and through her remote cyberbrain, blowing the top of her head right off.