I do not own Resident Evil or any of the characters. Changing the timeline slightly for the netflix series and a movie.
New Start
Agent leaned against the wall in silence, his suit jacket hanging open and held in place with one hand to hide the P30L strapped to his left side, his Magnum 1911 in the back of his belt. Beside him, an identical face stood upright, adjusting his tie calmly, throwing Agent a knowing look. Agent was there officially as an Agent of the DSO, falsified paperwork protecting his cover and the matching face beside him, the other Elite Clone left over from the Organization they'd taken down a couple years prior, was there as his partner, assigned especially from the CIA. Leon had requested such especially, saying something didn't feel entirely right about the job.
"You didn't need the big one," the Clone, renamed as John Agent, while Agent had kept his originally assigned name of Daniel, said. "What, are you expecting Riker to show up?"
Agent snorted. "Firstly, after what happened in that facility, it's possible. Secondly, if I was expecting Riker, I'd be in my camo suit and would have at least six rocket launchers with me."
John sighed, shaking his head. "Fair enough."
"Who are you two, again?" one of the three agents currently present, as Leon was running late, asked.
So far, the agent, who had wavy, black hair, had been complaining that Leon, despite his extensive record of service, was the DSO's golden child because of luck. The other male agent, a man along the same lines as Jake but slightly bigger and with hia blonde hair cut in a fade, had argued that luck didn't aolve problems, skills did, and the only female agent in the room, an asian girl with her long black hair in a ponytail, had defended Leon by pointing out his record.
"I'm Dan Scott," Agent introduced himself by his assigned alias. "This is my brother, John."
Just as the jelous agent opened his mouth again, an older, heavy set, balding man stepped into the room, clapping to get everyone's attention.
"The President's ready, come on," the man, who Agent wasn't entirely certain of the identity of, said, then left, everyone following.
"It's an honor to be working with the hero of Penamstan," the jealous agent said.
"Hero?" the large man asked.
"Yeah," the other guy said unsurely.
"There are no heroes in war," Agent said. "Only those who survive."
The larger man eyed him silently for a moment before turning back to the front. As they walked, the man leading them introduced himself as the presidential aid, Ryan, and explained why they were there. They'd detected unauthorized access to some files pertaining to the President, placing everything on high alert.
"Thank you for waiting, gentlemen," Ryan said as they entered the oval office. "One agent's still in route, but these five are probably the most qualified-"
"Let's just get this started," the President said. "Defense Secretary Wilson?"
"Yesterday, we received an alert that one of our servers was compromised," Wilson began, seated on a couch while the President leaned back against his desk. "It contains the Pentagon's military secrets and other files that are highly sensitive in nature. Normally an authorization code from the President is required to log on..."
"But somehow they bipassed that step," the President said.
"Why is top-secret data on a servee with outside access?" the jealous agent asked.
"It can't be accessed externally," Wilson said. "The server's on a one hundred percent local network.
"Then it was an inside job," the large man reasoned.
"We've looked through all of the surveillance footage from every angle," Ryan explained, taking a seat on the couch. "We haven't locked down any suspects yet. So until we do, everyone who entered or left the White House in the twenty-four hours before or after the hack is a suspect."
"Guess that rules us five out," the big man said.
"You three, actually," Agent clarified. "My brother was here, and due to our family resemblance, I got stuck on the list, too."
"We've ruled both of you out," Ryan assured them. "Otherwise, you wouldn't be here. We'd like you to find and apprehend the person who broke into the server."
"I suppose we should start by having a look at the surveillance footage," the woman suggested.
"That'll take days," the jealous agent complained. "We should get someone else to do that."
"Actually, I have my suspicions," Wilson said.
"Oh God, not this again," the President groaned, sitting behind his desk now.
"China has been waging a cyberwar on us for years now," Wilson said. "Putting our government, our military, and our citizens all at risk. The internet is only the first stage."
"Secretary," the President said flatly. "Making blind assumptions will only make things worse. We don't know it was them. We don't know anything yet.
"Hundreds of people come and go here every day," Ryan said. "You and your family, Mr. President. The staff, dignitaries, tours. Even the dardeners. It could be any-"
He stopped as the power suddenly shut down. In the blink of an eye, Agent and John's guns were drawn, Agent drawing his P30L, shining their flashlights around the room to take a quick headcount and ensure no one had moved, died, or entered. Agent had gotten the same type of underbarrel flashlight with a laser sight in the center.
"What's going on?" Ryan asked, standing.
A moment later, Secret Service burst into the room, guns drawn. A few of the others gasped, but Agent and John took command instantly. This was why they were here.
"Secure the President!" John ordered, Secret Service surrounding the President instantly and ushering him away from the windows.
"Longhorn's secure!" one of the Secret Service agents said urgently into a radio. "Bring the Beast around!"
"Does anyone know what's happening here?" Ryan asked.
"Backup power should be on by now," Agent said. "Someone cut the power. We're under attack."
The three DSO agents drew their pistols as well.
"I'm going to take a look outside," the big agent, Agent was pretty sure he was named Jason, said. "Patrick, with me."
"Roger that," the jealous agent nodded.
"I'm coming," Agent announced, following them to the door.
"Everybody, stay calm!" Patrick called out to the people in the hallway as they hurried through them. "Get back to your offices, lock the doors, and stand by."
They reached a corner and Jason briefly flashed his light down the hallway, he and Patrick following the official government training of holding the light over their head at odd angles and only flashing it. Once Jason had crossed the hallway, he motioned for Patrick to follow it, and Patrick nodded, then took the turn, using his flashlight only in brief flashes, enough to see where he was going and what was ahead of him. While he did, Agent continued on with Jason, then took the next turn himself. He likewise used the flashlight only in brief flashes, using a small pressure switch on the side of his pistol's grip, but he stopped as he found the first corpse, the side of their neck bitten out.
"I've got Press Secretary Spacer with me," Patrick reported over the radio. "He's injured. He's got a head wound, but he's conscious. He says he was attacked."
"Was he bitten?" Agent asked. "I've got an unidentified male victim here. Bitten and deceased." He drove a knife down into his head, then ripped it back out. "This might be a bioterrorism attack."
"Secretary Spacer's going into cardiac arrest!" Patrick announced. I'm getting an AED!"
Agent sprinted back toward him. "Do not touch him!"
He rounded the corner at a sprint just as Spacer sat up, pale, cuts on his face unnaturally dark, a bite wound on his neck.
"Patrick, down!" Agent snapped, Patrick complying instantly.
At the same moment, Spacer let out a snarl and all but hurled himself to his feet, lunging into a shambling sprint, only for Agent to put a bullet in his brain, dropping him instantly.
"Confirmed bioterrorism attack!" Agent warned as Spacer began to melt. "Spacer was infected! I put him down! Watch your ass, Jason!"
"No need," Jason said, stepping up beside Agent with Leon. "Let's get to the Oval Office."
They all nodded, following him through the White House back to the President. Instantly, Jason hurried off to the side, taking a painting off the wall and revealing a small open space with several M16s inside it. "SWAT's en route. They can deal with the zombies up here and get the power back up. We'll head to the bunker."
He began to pass them rifles to the others as well as Secret Service just as Helena arrived with a couple more Secret Service agents, accepting one from Leon with a knowing look.
"Four of us in one place," Helena said.
"We're doomed," Agent smirked, hokstering his pistol and accepting a rifle. "Patrick, Jason, assorted Secret Service, shoot the head. Only thing that works."
"Got it," Patrick nodded, visibly shaken, but calming down.
"Are there really zombies here?" the President asked.
"Yes, sir," Leon said. "Sorry, I didn't get here sooner."
"Not a problem," the President said. "I've been well taken care of. Besides, with you and the twins here, we just might survive this."
"Don't forget me," Helena said.
"Agreed," Agent said. "Our combined bad luck is more hazardous to your health than the zombies."
The President chuckled, then sighed. "I never thought what happened in Racoon City would happen here."
"I think it's become plenty clear it can happen anywhere," Agent said.
"After Tall Oaks, you may be right," the President nodded.
"We all ready?" Jason asked, everyone nodding. "Let's get the President to the Bunker. Stay sharp out there."
And with that, they started out the door, Jason, Leon, Helena, and John at the head, the President in the middle with Secret Service agents around him, then Agent and the female DSO agent at the back. As they ran, a single zombie stepped out, only for Leon to drop it instantly. A few minutes later, they'd reached the bunker. Jason ordered Patrick, Helena, and John to stay with the President, Helena giving Leon a quick kiss before stepping into the bunker. The rest of them stayed outside with Jason, Jason identifying the female agent as Shenmei. They headed back out into the White House, guns at the ready.
"Anything even remotely hostile gets a headshot," Jason instructed.
"Don't act senior, Jason," Agent said, as they stopped at an intersection. "You're not the only former squad leader."
Jason huffed. "Marines, right?"
"In another life," Agent smirked. "Split here."
Everyone nodded, branching off. Within minutes, Agent found a group of infected, charging and opening fire instantly, slaughtering them. As he finished, one burst out of a door to his right, only for him to slam the buttstock of his rifle into its head, caving it in. The zombie collapsed on the spot and Agent narrowed his eyes, continuing. He found a handful more zombies in the next couple hallways begore meeting up with Leon just as a helicopter's spotlight lit up the hallway and the scattered corpses Leon had left behind. Leon breathed a sigh of relief, and Agent walked over to him, handing him the rifle, as Leon was down to his pistol.
"Think we got them all?" Agent asked.
Leon shrugged. "I think it's about to be someone else's problem."
Agent nodded in agreement. "Let's go find Jason and Shenmei."
Leon nodded, and they headed through the hallway, finding the others a few minutes before SWAT found them. SWAT cleared the rest of the White House, and they all headed to the bunker to meet with the rest of the President's protection.
"I'm going to have to reschedule my date with Sheva, aren't I?" Agent asked.
Leon chuckled. "Technically, no. You're not really DSO, so you're free to duck out as soon as everything here's cleaned up."
Agent sighed in relief. "Good. She'd kill me if I had to cancel."
Leon nodded. "Yeah, she actually might."
They fell silent as they approached the bunker, and a few hours later, cleaning was under way.
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