ADA wong and Mikhail Victor belong to CAPCOM

**Preface: Commander Mikhail Victor, BCS Platoon Sergeant AdaWong, and Sergeant Waltz must get translator to help find location of Los Illuminados hive. They must go through the CORDY13 ridden city Kunduz

Mikhail and Ada drove their white Toyota corolla over the potholed dirt. Waltz napped in the backseat. He was exhausted from Wong's punishment earlier.

Mikhail was gripping the wheel tightly. Ada Wong looked out the window, seeing a vast green rolling landscape, empty of all civilization.

"You know Gecko, I think to myself. If I can go to save one good woman-If I can do this-maybe I can see the world to grow again?"

She looked over to him, as he continued to stare ahead.

"You don't have to save my life in order to save me. Mikhail this is where I belong. This is my duty. Alright? Eliminate bioterrorists-and if Afghans are prime untouched test subjects then I'm happy to save them here. I could die peacefully in this place, honestly, you know? Because I really, deeply, believe in what I'm doing. We have a good company, an outstanding mission-what else could I need?"

"These people don't deserve you Wong. They cannot…uh…hold…um vut is it to grip? I remember-well, do you remember what I said…" He paused and waited a moment. "I sait; at MRAP? Years before now I forgive to you if don't-"

"You're so beautiful you could get job at Vogue." Wong nodded, leaning her head against the window.

"You hide such big part of yourself Wong, to try to be man-Bashir-to these people. There are so many things I see that pull down that beautiful smile. If I could do anything to-."

"You always do, Mikhail. You make me so happy. I was beautiful." With gritted teeth she said,

"You know the truth about what I've done. Maybe in 3000 years these people will realize the truth about me too."

"Mmm…nyet. Maybe een 10,000 Gecko, and that's putting forward very positive analysis." Mikhail wiped some tears from his eyes, while Wong laughed loudly. After a long silence, he said quietly,

"I only wish that your own people will find out and to give you hero's welcome."

"Our people. You are the Russian hero to us, and you belong with us. I hear CORDY13 is really bad over there, and I don't wanna go back to America without you and Waltz."

The radio on Wong's utility belt buzzed. "Gecko do you copy?"

"Copy over."

"Afghans wanna watch spongebob again." She held up the radio for Waltz.

In the back, Waltz yelled, "Go ahead. Password donkeyslong69; no capitals."

"That's a good copy. Over and out."

Finally, they started seeing neighborhood streets. The CORDY13 infected were an influx from the residential parts of the city, moving in and around like ocean waves.

The sidewalks were gated to protect the walking paths, and Wong could see women in long colorful red, green dresses walking quickly. A policeman stood sentry at each end of the gated walkways, along all the streets. Each intersecting street was filled with cement roadblocks to siphon traffic carefully. But most of the moving vehicles on the road weren't cars. They navigated through undulating rows of bicycles, horses and donkey pulled carriages. The few cars around carried soldiers or Afghan police.

"You'd think this place would be locked down like North Korea" Waltz commented, "But these Afghans don't give a fuuuuck."

Wong replied, "Americans would never be this blasé, Waltz. We're all germaphobes."

"Well you are, Wong," He stuck his head between Mikhail and Wong, "But I think Americans are workaholics. I bet back in the states you got corporations still making everyone fucking go into the office. What do you think Mikhail?"

Mikhail's mind was elsewhere. Navigating through police, donkeys and civilians was making him sweat.

"Gecko are you there? Over?"

"Roger."

"Can we use your makeup kit?"

"No. Why?"

"Just the lipstick. Over."

"HOW'D YOU FIND THAT?!"

"Gecko. Can we? Over."

"Fucking restock that shit or your ass is mine. Over."

"Whooooo-yea! Over and out."

Even though the patrolling Afghan policemen tried to direct them otherwise, Mikhail flashed his rank at them so that they removed the blockades and allowed their car through to an unprotected city section. Mikhail was getting impatient with the traffic, so he was using the shortcut.

The truck drove over and around the infected that were trying to ram through the metal truck doors. Wong and Waltz would sometimes roll down their windows and shiv the raging fiends. It became a contest.

After an infected grabbed onto Wongs covered wrist and tried to bite at it instead of her neck, she stopped trying to compete with Waltz and just stuck her tongue out at the emotionless eyes.

They parked a few blocks away from the police compound. The last time they had parked next to the police station, their car tires had been stolen. Wong and the group rolled down their windows and started shivving infected that were crowding the car. Then they rolled up their windows and got out, jumping over the bodies.

Mikhail led them while Waltz walked backwards, shooting at Cordy13 ridden bodies coming from an empty dirt plot of land with biohazard tape surrounding it. His aim was impeccable. Wong used her pistol, shooting to the sides. She was trying to shoot them when they were at a far distance, so her aim was not as good, but Mikhail provided the finishing shots as the infected ran up quickly upon the group.

They passed through an Afghan police checkpoint and walked casually now.

Since there were open shops with merchants selling wares, the group got out their combat knives, holstering their firearms.

The paved streets now were bustling with cars and chadori clad women begging for change. American troops patrolled along the sides. The Afghan police were on their donkeys with kalishnikovs on their backs, meandering through the bazaars. Finally they reached a tall mud wall along the road, with the words POLICE and پولیس and قانون نافظ کرنے والا. Waltz broke off from them, wiggling his radio in the air, and went over into the bazaar. He almost got run over by a donkey on his way.

The policemen let them in through the big metal gate. They entered a lush courtyard. Lots of children were running and playing tag. Some were trying to hide in a row of bushes. Wong and Mikhail had to be careful as they walked up the steps into the doorless reception room. A close-shaved Afghan Army soldier in dark camo uniform was squatting on top of a desk, smoking a blunt, and holding a wooden baton. A clean-shaven American soldier was sitting at the desk, with a computer blasting some music. On his uniform his nameplate read, CARTER. He was grinding his teeth. He had sunken blue eyes with heavy bags underneath with sunburnt freckled cheeks.

He stood up as soon as Wong entered, shouting, "AT EASE."

The ANA soldier looked around at her lazily, remaining still. She noticed that he lacked a namepiece on his uniform, and his shirt underneath the camo was bright red instead of green.

"Relax Specialist Carter." She went over to him as he sat back down.

Mikhail put his signed paper onto the desk, for Carter to read. The Afghan peered over to see it as well over Carter's shoulder. Carter signed the paper and then scanned it.

"Where's Commandant Seddiqulah?" Mikhail asked.

"In the back. May I speak freely?" Both Mikhail and Wong nodded. Carter got up and went over to Wong, speaking softly into her ear. "The President put up a new video on pornhub's servers, sergeant." He said it again to Mikhail.

Her eyes locked on the Afghan. "You! Speak English?" The man nodded yes.

"What's your name? Where's your name piece?"

He took another puff while shaking his head as if he had no clue.

"Are you Afghan National Army?"

He finally responded in perfect English, "What is that, Sergeant?"

Carter interrupted her. "The policeforce let him in a few weeks ago Sergeant, because the other guy ran off."

Mikhail asked Carter, "Can you get Seddiqulah this paper now? We have to get back to our mission."

Carter grimaced. He dragged his feet as he walked over to the closed door behind him. As soon as he had shut the door, Wong and Mikhail both turned as a moustached man came up the steps behind them. He had big pink shades and a light blue police uniform. "Hello!" He smiled and waved at them. He went to the desk and tried to pick up the computer. The ANA man picked up his baton and hit the policeman on the head, then leapt on top of him. Wong managed to reach out and hold onto the computer before it fell on the floor.

Mikhail was going back outside to call on others for help, but Wong watched as the policeman tried fighting back. The little boys in the courtyard started crowding the entrance.

Carter opened up the door a crack. His uniform was dirty and he hadn't even bothered to blouse his boots up. "He's busy."

"Hey Carter? Can we…take a look at the computer?" She heard Mikhail lecturing the police about their uniforms and decided to just let him do his thing.

Carter's eyes lit up and he started smirking. "Mikhail, we are in this room and will be back out in 10 minutes." She shouted. He nodded at her, and the ANA guy looked up from his stranglehold.

Wong brought the computer back into an adjacent room. There was a big couch and lots of long pillows against the wall.

"Bashiiirr! I missed you so much!" Carter now started dancing in the empty police room. "You guys need another recruit? Check me out Wong. You want this?"

"I want you to clean up your uniform Carter."

"Yes Sergeant!" He sat on the couch with her and began tucking the ends of his pant legs into his boots.

"And no matter what comes up on the main page, I won't judge you Carter."

He blocked the keypad from her fingers for a moment and stared hard at her.

"Promise, Gecko?"

"No." She wrestled his arm away and typed in the address.

"Oh my GAWWWD. Carter. Oh look at that, site's been revamped."

She clicked on the picture of Obama.

The video stalled.

"So this is what CORDY13 has brought us to?" She said to Carter. After all these years in Afghanistan, with such limited communications back and forth, she had wondered when all these specialized, well-trained forces would return to the states. She had assumed that, since it hadn't exactly happened, things were under control.

"I've already seen it. I found my out my parents are still alive!"

"Whoa Carter!"

He ground his teeth again and said, "Yea the comment section has a search filter now."

"Well I'm so glad that you and your parents are on the same page. Where do you think the President is now?"

"Texas probably. That's where Umbrella headquarters is. Hey Wong, some Canadian guy came over here a few days ago, to talk to the Commandant."

"Yea? What made you think he's Canadian?"

"I don't know Wong I'm just guessing cuz his accent was a bit…off and he didn't have any kind of uniform. He was just like, a businessman in Afghan clothes."

The video looked like it was finally ready. The President gave out his speech, "My fellow Americans, it is good to be alive today!" He was sitting at a mahogany desk, with all the official emblems and flags behind him. "Sadly, I have some unfortunate news. The Portland Quarantine Zone has been abandoned. Luckily, all medical research and progress from that site has been preserved and relocated with the help of Umbrella's Bioweapons. Today I would like to recognize Bioweapon X, and his handler Luis Serra."

He began clapping and stood up, to be dwarfed by Mr. X squatting down and shaking his hand. They both paused and faced the cameras, as Obama smiled widely and X just stared intensely into the flashes.

"And uh, Luis here has been instrumental in organizing the distribution of these Bioweapons, uh, across the nation. We have-"

His hands knifed forward together, "a clear road now, between all FEDRA outposts." There was a round of applause.

"Additionally, Umbrella's task force overseas has found evidence that a bioterrorist group calling themselves 'Los Illuminados', has been using Afghan innocent civilians as tests for an extremely infectious and deadly virus that could wipe out… the rest of humanity. FEDRA health specialists estimate that 60% of all human life has been extinguished-and yet there are still groups wanting to force their own systems on the survivors. Folks, we don't make and sell illnesses to the highest bidders. We don't condone this morally bankrupt behavior, and Umbrella is going to stop these terrorists right in its tracks."

Another round of applause.

"Our soldiers overseas do not fight terrorism with terrorism. Respect. The cultures and customs of our close allies; because respect, is a two-way street. Thank you all and rest assured, we are bringing our troops back home safely."

The ruckus of Mikhail shouting was getting louder outside.

Carter wrung his hands. "Wong…does anything I do even matter?"

Wong put her hand over his. "Yes. Yes it does. You have to keep ties on the commandant so he doesn't ransack our airbases. We can't leave safely without you being here at this post, Carter."

She realized that her 10 minutes was more than over, and said her goodbyes.

He opened the door for her and she went and leaned against the wall of the reception room. Mikhail's face had gone purple with anger. It only took her a few seconds to see why. When she had entered the front open entryway, she had been focused on the desk earlier, and she hadn't noticed another open entryway beside her. The police had installed a playground in another part of the courtyard, and were playing on it themselves while the young boys watched.

She called to Mikhail, "Hey Sir?" He went past her and opened the Commandant's door, marching himself inside without her. She went over to the tied-up policeman, picking up his broken shades.

"So, you must be new? Because you shouldn't touch things that aren't yours." She grabbed Carter's chair and placed it beside the mustached policeman.

He looked indignantly at her, "Americans shouldn't get involved in internal business of police, are you new?"

The ANA guy was back on the desk, squatting again.

"I apologize." She said, looking remorseful. "I should let you do your job, I meant no disrespect. I admire all the charity work of the police."

He was still looking very irritated.

"In fact, I don't think Americans are very good at keeping children safe. They don't know the customs-"

The policeman nodded, "No they don't know anything-they don't care! We have too many orphans now from the Students attacking, and nowhere to put them!"

Carter interjected like a sneeze, "A scho-" then he stopped himself and cleared his throat.

"Got a frog in your throat?" Wong looked back at him briefly.

"Sorry Sergeant. Not enough water."

"Carter, can you tell me what Dari translators are available?"

She got up and gave him the chair back.

He sat down and started typing away. She went behind him and read

I'm begging you Wong. Get them out of here to the school in Aybak.

She looked over to see the ANA guy peeking shamelessly again. She moved the computer so the screen faced away, frowning at him. He smiled at her, with a few missing front teeth and then winked.

Mikhail and Commandant Sediqullah both suddenly re-entered the room, and Carter quickly erased his message. Wong kissed him on the cheek, obscuring the screen, and then backed over to the other side of the desk.

Sediqullah leaned over Carter's shoulder to look at all the translators.

"You want good Dari translator let me see."

"This one dialect from west, only Dari…this one we don't know where he is…I need money to pay my force at Shergaton prison Captain Victor-"

Mikhail took a wad of afghani out of his cargo pants pocket and handed it to Sediqullah.

"I know this one would be best for you here Rustam. I'll radio for him, sit tight." He went out to the courtyard, ruffling the hair of the boys and pacing.

Wong took a deep breath and addressed the still heated commander. "Mikhail. These kids are crowding up the station. There's too many."

He frowned at her, grunting brusquely.

"There's a school in Aybar."

"Wong we need to stick to mission don't let your heart bleed out onto the floor now."

"No this is not about my heart, this is about the station…reclaiming its space alright?"

"So what?"

"So let me arrange transport to Aybar."

Carter butted in, "I have all their names written; if you just let me know I can account for them and sign." Carter seemed to be frenetic. He must've spent his whole days plotting this. They heard printing, and Carter grabbed a piece of paper.

"Seeseessee?" The paper was a map, with details about a finished project funded by an NGO, fully staffed and empty. Wong said,

"We'll take them all, Mikhail, off the police hands and into the school. Sign off on it, and I will make. It. Happen. Now."

The ANA guy slid off the desk with his baton raised, and Wong instinctively ducked. The mustached policeman behind her was simply standing a step behind her now, as the ANA started beating him again.

Mikhail huffed and signed the paper. Carter scanned it and kissed it. He yanked Mikhails hand and shook it hard. He danced in a circle and then hugged Wong.

"That businessman, Bashir? He's a scientist too. He had a sample in his briefcase."

"Carter you are mission essential-understood?" Wong re-iterated.

He smiled brokenly at her.

She got on the radio, arranging with Waltz for a big truck to come down from the airbase in the city.

"20 minutes Carter."

She went around, calling out the names of the children. The ANA man translated for her. She smiled down at a boy with a missing front tooth that had hugged her leg.

"Well aren't you just a cutiepie."

She heard Sediqullah behind her now. "Sergeant Bashir you know we already have space for orphans to sleep here?"

"I know." She said casually.

"y-y-you know?" A girl was looking at her. "What's your name?"