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Called In

"Agent, I might need you in Dulvey, Louisiana, after all. There's something here. Something new. Some kind of mold. There are B.O.W.s everywhere, and I haven't even reached the site of the main outbreak. Bring the BSAA with you. We're going to need them."

"Why can't we ever have a nice vacation?" Agent sighed, setting the phone down off to the side.

"That's not the life we live," Sheva said simply, seated atop him currently. "How bad do you think it is?"

"If he's asking me to bring the BSAA, bad," Agent said. "I'm going to go ahead and make sure he survives and doesn't get infected. Will you round up Chris and the others for me?"

"Of course," Sheva nodded. "Taking Jake?"

Agent sighed. "No. He and Sherry are enjoying their getaway in the Maldives. I'll let them enjoy it. Besides, if it's something me and my clone can't handle with an army of BSAA, it's probably not going to change too terribly much to bring Jake."

Sheva nodded. "Fair enough." She rocked her hips lightly, though not enough to actually convince him to take another round before he left, knowing he really did need to go to Louisiana as soon as possible. "When are we going on a romantic getaway?"

"As soon as I get done with this job," Agent said. "I've been planning it, just need to find the time."

Sheva smiled. "Easier said than done. I'll put in for leave."

Agent nodded, then sat up, kissing her before she finally moved off of him, allowing him to get up and get dressed, going with normal clothes but packing his cloaking suit in a backpack, along with his RONI, rifle, all of his pistols except his P30L, and a handful of grenades and other goodies, which he hid under a leather jacket. He pulled his copy of all of John's CIA IDs out of his stash so he could bring his weapons on the plane, then turned back to the bed, where Sheva was still lying naked and watching him.

He walked over to her, kissing her, and sighed. "I love you, Sheva."

"I love you, too," Sheva smiled. "I'll see you in a few days."

Agent smiled, nodding, and left quickly. At the airport, he showed his badge to security and was brought through without a scan, heading to the plane without a ticket, getting through the gate with Group 1 again by flashing his badge and being told what seat was empty. A half hour later, the plane was in the air. After a few hours of flight time, the plane touched down and Agent used the ID to appropriate a rental car indefinitely and had the CIA foot the bill. Then, he started toward the location his clone had sent him. The drive took another hour, late into the night, and despite his best efforts, calling and texting John several times, he got no response from his clone. Not until he'd parked in the middle of the woods with no other cars around.

"Are you and the BSAA on your way?" John asked in a hushed voice as Agent answered.

"Sheva's rallying Chris and the others as we speak," Agent responded, also keeping his voice low as he pulled his weapons and explosives out of his bag. "I came ahead to keep you alive. Also, I made the CIA foot the bill for a rental car that might not get back."

"That's fine," John said. "Send me your location and I'll send you a rendezvous."

Agent complied, and after a moment, he had pulled up a specific set of coordinates on his land navigation app. It was a bit of a walk, but Agent simply shouldered his RONI and started out at a light jog. He put his cloaking suit's gas mask on to use its night vision and looked around carefully as he jogged. Within minutes, he saw what John had been talking about. A slimy, black, goo-like substance began to appear in trees, water, and ground around him in greater and greater quantities. It reminded him of mold as well, and if that were the case, he was glad he had the mask on, since if the mold was infecting people, breathing it was probably not healthy.

He walked through the trees quickly, avoiding the large bodies of water as much to keep from getting stuck in the mud and ruining his hiking boots and jeans as to avoid the possibility of attacks by alligators or waterborne B.O.W.S. As he reached a small boardwalk and shack, he stopped, pulling out a PDA with a map John had sent him, which included a marked location to meet John, except that John's own location data was far from the rendezvous, instead at a derelict ship, likely the one he'd been sent to investigate. Agent frowned, then shook his head, heading for John's location, as he was completely motionless. He travelled quickly, passing an ancient house on the way before taking a motorboat along a stretch of river before finally finding the ship. It was massive, but just as he headed for it, John finally began to move. Agent headed for a broken stairway up to a door, only for the door to open and John to stagger out of it, followed by someone Agent didn't recognize. John nodded a greeting to Agent, then dropped to the ground, stumbling into Agent, who caught him.

"Who are you?" the other man asked.

"My name's Daniel Agent," Agent explained. "I'm John's brother. You alright?"

"Infected," John said, pushing himself upright. "I can resist for a while, thanks to the Organization, but not indefinitely."

"Alright," Agent nodded. "And who's your friend?"

"Ethan Winters," the man identified himself, raising his left hand as his right was holding an M1911.

Agent's eyes narrowed slightly seeing that his left hand was stapled onto his arm but that the separation was healing, a feat impossible for a human without extensive corrective and reconstructive surgery. closer to the hand from the wound was a watch, which seemed to be monitoring Ethan's vitals.

"I came here to save my wife, but some little bitch named Eveline trapped her in the ship," Ethan said. "Mia says that if we kill Eveline, this will all be over."

"Is that the only way to save Mia?" Agent asked.

"Yeah," Ethan nodded. "Eveline controls the black shit that trapped Mia."

"Mold," John said. "Eveline's a B.O.W. created by The Connections."

"Typical," Agent sighed. "Amateur work, letting her escape. Other B.O.W.s?"

"Creations from the Mold, as well as infected that Eveline didn't care to keep as themselves," John explained. "They're powerful but slow, and they're durable as all hell. Headshots work, but knives work, too."

Agent nodded, slinging his RONI behind himself and drawing his Mercworx Sniper Standard combat knife instead, holding it in reverse grip.

"You're going to willingly use a knife instead of a gun?" Ethan asked.

"When you're a professionally trained knife fighter, knives are better when effective," Agent said. "Knives don't run out of ammo or jam."

Ethan nodded. "We should have to pass through the mine to reach the guest house where Eveline is."

Agent nodded and Ethan took the lead, walking quickly and purposefully. He was covered in mud, dried blood, and Mold, and had a PP-19 Bizon 2 submachine gun across his back, an AMC Auto Mag pistol on his left hip, and what looked like a single-shot grenade launcher across his back beside the submachine gun. Agent shook his head. He wasn't sure where Ethan had found the weapons, but it was a decent load out. Just as they were coming up on a small shack near the mine's elevator entrance, a helicopter passed over them and Agent's radio crackled.

"-peat, Agent, do...py?" Chris's voice spoke.

"Chris?" Agent frowned. "What are you doing here so soon?"

"Long story," Chris responded. "I was already being sent when Sheva called. Listen, the BSAA is being supplied with gear and intel by a PMC. They're-"

"It's Blue Umbrella, isn't it?" Agent asked.

"You know about them?" Chris asked.

"They used to buy equipment and research data about the various existing viruses and associated B.O.W.s from the Organization," Agent explained. "They got the equipment cheap by exchanging data from any outbreaks they dealt with for the discount. They officially reorganized in oh-seven, but they haven't had any real outbreaks under their belt until now."

"Seems like you and I need to have a chat about our new friends," Chris said. "Anyway, we've got a couple of missions here. Firstly, we need to contain the outbreak and deal with a B.O.W. identified as Eveline."

"We're on our way to do that now," Agent said. "What else?"

"There's someone on the ground here, ID is Ethan Winters," Chris said. "Umbrella and BSAA are both claiming his survival is priority one."

"Understood," Agent nodded. "I'm with him. One other thing. John's infected. Any chance our potentially friendly associates can synthesize a cure yet?"

"They're working on it now," Chris said. "I'll find you as soon as it's done."

"Understood," Agent nodded as Ethan summoned the elevator into the mine. "We're heading into the mine, heading for a guesthouse. Track my location, but we're going to be radio silent inside."

"Understood," Chris responded. "Redfield out."

Agent shut the elevator door behind them, and they descended quickly. After a few minutes, the elevator stopped and the doors opened just as a creature that looked a bit like a humanoid silhouette made from mold growths turned toward them. Its arms were tipped with long claws, and its mouth was filled with huge, wicked teeth. However, just as its right arm pulled back to slash, Agent stepped forward, slashing it up the torso and out the head, then rammed his shoulder into it, knocking it to the floor. It crashed down on its back, and Agent knelt on it, driving his knife down into its head. It thrashed for a moment, then fell still, beginning to melt away. As it did, a slightly smaller one dropped from the ceiling ahead, this one crawling on its arms and legs like a spider. Ethan's arm snapped up, firing several shots, but other than one shot grazing its arm, he couldn't land a hit. Agent's eyes narrowed, and when the thing leapt at him, he hurled his knife into its head, then ducked, as did both Ethan and John, allowing the thing to crash down in the elevator.

John retrieved Agent's knife for him, and Agent thanked him, turning back to the tunnel. He raised his knife in reverse grip once again, and they all started forward. As they walked, Agent spotted a pair of tripwire bombs, one on the open gate into the next chamber, and one attached to the pillar ahead of them.

"Bombs," Agent warned.

The other two nodded, and they crouched under the wires carefully. As they approached the next tunnel, a pair more creatures began toward them, one of them with its right arm mutated into a huge mass of solid, black mold growth covered in jagged points.

"Back," Agent said. "Let's let the bombs get them."

"Good thinking," John nodded. "Better to save our ammo."

Ethan nodded in agreement, and they turned, heading back the way they came. The creature with the mutated arm hit the first wire and was blasted apart, and a moment later, the second creature, which was the same as the first Agent had killed, was blasted by the second bomb. They returned to the tunnel and began to follow it quickly. After a ways, and several more infected that they killed off easily, they used a mining cart filled with heavy rocks to smash through a wooden barricade, following the freshly opened tunnel along the tracks. Finally, they reached an access point to the mines where a metal staircase led up to an enclosed bridge, then from there to what should be a path out of the mines. There was a tripmine across the railing of the stairs, but John shot it as soon as they entered the cavern. The bomb was largely a shrapnel bomb, so it did little beyond scorch and bend the railing, but it would still be lethal to them.

They climbed the stairs and crossed the bridge, entering something that looked like a storage room. There was a laptop on a bench off to the left side, and Agent scanned through the messages it had loaded quickly. It was talking about Evie, who apparently had an obsession with family and had been controlling the sender's family members and Mia to form Evie's own family, as well as kidnapping other people for it, who likely became the mold creatures they were fighting. It also mentioned that Evie had been aging rapidly recently. In the next room, there was a printed report about the stages of Mold infection, starting with the early stages having regenerative abilities strong enough to reattach an amputated limb, the middle stages having hallucinations of the "E-Series assets" probably meaning Evie, and being able to be controlled by her, and the late stages having a complete mutation, gaining massive amount of power but lacking any sense of self or human form. There was also a freezer keeping a small box cold, the box hooked up to dozens of pipes, cords, and hoses, and inside there were two thin, long, rectangular depressions where something could be placed, and between them was what looked like a withered, dried-out, mummified fetus wearing a collar and leash. Ethan pulled a small bottle out of his pocket and placed it in the left-side depression, and a small flap closed over it. For a moment, electricity crackled and machinery clicked and whirred inside of the box before the right-side depression opened, revealing a small syringe filled with a glowing green substance.

"Okay, ew," Agent said.

"Yeah, I'm not taking that," John grimaced.

"It's not for you," Ethan said. "We'll find you a cure after we kill Evie and save my wife."

John narrowed his eyes at him suspiciously, but Ethan merely turned, walking toward the door out of the room, opposite where they'd come in. John and Agent grabbed several other printed reports to read as they walked. One detailed the process of developing a controllable B.O.W. that could use the Mold, scientifically named Mutamycete, to control and infect others, eventually leading to the E-Series B.O.W.s, and more specifically Evie. Another report was about the Mold creatures themselves, dubbed Molded, and their specific characteristics, such as actually being thousands of mycelia. Several of the reports were simply personality analyses of Evie and her obsession with family.

Once John and Agent had finished scanning through the reports, they quickly took pictures of the pages for a more in-depth study, then tossed them aside, returning their phones to their pockets, and got themselves ready to fight anything that popped up again. To be honest, for a late-stage outbreak, Agent was surprised there weren't more infected to have to fight.

Contrary to Agent's earlier guess, the rooms didn't lead to an exit from the mine. They only wrapped around to another bridge on the opposite side of a collapsed section before another stairwell led back down from that bridge to the ground. So, they all continued through the mine in silence, Agent in front with his knife, Ethan in the middle with his pistol, and John at the back, also with a pistol. The mine tunnels they were in now were older. Some places were flooded, others had partially collapsed so that they had to crouch or crawl under collapsed places, and shortly after reaching the older section, Ethan suddenly gasped and staggered backward, only to then shake his head and rub his eyes.

"What's wrong?" Agent asked.

"I saw Evie for a second," Ethan informed them. "She said 'die'."

Agent tensed instantly, swapping his knife to his left hand and drawing his P30L as he turned back to the front. At the back, John likewise prepared for a fight by drawing a second pistol, both of them Walther P99s. As if on cue, the mines began to shake, dust and thick black Mold goo falling from the ceiling as Molded began to rise from the Mold on the ground. Agent spinted to one of them, slashing it up the front, then ducked and spun outward as it swiped at him, slashing it back up the back. It staggered forward, collapsing as Ethan and John fired half a dozen shots into another, Ethan's all hitting largely in the torso while John targetted the head, which he blasted apart, the Molded collapsing and melting instantly. A third leapt at Agent from a sloped path deeper into the mine, and Agent jumped into a flip, slamming his feet down into its back, and it crashed heavily to the ground, bouncing and crashing into the wall before Agent drove his knife into its head, then slashed upward through its inverted body, killing it. As one of the earlier reports had said, the outer shell of the Molded's bodies were mostly solid, but the insides were mostly goo, and if enough damage was done to the outer shell, the Molded would die, even if the wound wouldn't necessarily be fatal to a human or any other kind of bioweapon. It was a nice change of pace compared to the Organization's army of extremely durable infected.

They all headed up the slope, and Ethan grimaced just before two more Molded emerged from the darkness ahead, one the basic type and one of the type that crawled on all fours. Ethan killed the crawler with a burst from his submachine gun, and Agent darted forward, slashing the other Molded's throat before shoving it off of the path and into a pit, the Molded splattering at the bottom. Further along the path, one of the types with the large, shield-like arm met them in a cramped tunnel, only for Agent to shoot off one of its feet, tripping it, then drove his knife down into its head, then slashed down its back as he stepped over it.

A short distance, and several more dead Molded later, they reached an open area with ancient, broken mining equipment scattered around and were greeted by a pair of bloated, pale Molded. John instantly dragged Agent with him and Ethan behind one of the large pieces of broken equipment just ahead of a spray of acidic Mold goo.

"They spit and explode," John warned.

"Got it," Agent nodded, swapping his P30L for his custom 1911.

Then, he leaned out, firing two shots into one of the Molded as Ethan fired a grenade into the other. Ethan's grenade obliterated his target while Agent's swelled, acidic Mold goo squirting out of its mouth and bullet holes for a moment before it burst. Agent grimaced, swapping his pistols again, and they all crossed the chamber, taking care not to step in the goo.

They climbed up a ladder to the next stretch of tunnels, passed through a space barely wide enough for them to squeeze through sideways, and finally smashed through a wall of thin wooden boards, finding themselves in a cellar. Agent glanced at Ethan, who was staring at a wheelchair ahead of them, one that had a doll resembling a yould girl with black hair and a blue dress, sitting in it.

"Follow me," Ethan instructed.

They nodded, and Ethan took the lead, Agent holstering his pistol and switching his knife back to his right hand as they crept through the basement. They stopped long enough for Ethan to pick up a photo of an old woman in a wheelchair, where someone had written "E-001" on the back. He tossed the photo aside, turning to a path further into the cellar, and narrowed his eyes, sticking his pistol in the back of his belt and instead shouldering his submachine gun.

"This wasn't here before," Ethan said.

"Then we're going the right way," John stated.

Ethan nodded, and they followed him through the opening into a room with a water heater and a set of stairs. They climbed up into the house together and followed Ethan through the house, only for his hallucinations to noticibly grow worse. At the foot of the stairs up to the second floor, he suddenly staggered to the side, one arm up against the wall as though pinned, only to then curl his hand into a fist and relax. He pushed himself up, shaking his head and holding a hand to it, then headed for the stairs, John and Agent following, both keeping an eye on him as well, prepared to kill him if necessary but hoping he could resist Evie's influence.

At the top of the stairs, he dodged to the side from whatever he was hallucinating, then shook his head and pressed on. "I'm alright. The hallucinations are memories of Mia attacking me while Evie was controling her."

"Okay," Agent said, neither he or John lowering their guard.

However, just as they reached the next door, a pair of Molded burst through it, tackling Agent and John as Ethan staggered backward, clutching his head, then began to struggle forward, stumbling backward every few steps as though fighting against gale force winds. Agent ignored Ethan as he struggled toward an old woman that had to be Evie from the horrible glare she was directing at Ethan, instead focusing on stopping the Molded on top of him from biting his throat out. Finally, he managed to shove it back and draw his 1911, blasting it in the chest, then the head, killing it and knocking it off of himself, then rolled, killing the one John was struggling against also.

As they stood, Ethan injected the syringe he'd gotten earlier into Evie's neck, and Agent and John walked over to join him.

"You cured her?" Agent asked.

"Not a cure," Ethan said. "It destroys Mold cells, so for the thing, which is the source of the Mold..."

"Fatal," Agent finished.

"Why does everyonw hate me?" Evie wept, her voice raspy with her age, thick, black fluid running down her cheeks as she cried tears of Mold.

"Goodbye, Eveline," Ethan said as John raised his SW 500 and Agent raised his 1911, both pulling the hammers back.

Evie's body and clothes began to darken, rapidly transforming into Mold. She stood, shrieking, coughing, and gagging, clawing at her throat as she rapidly began to transform into Mold.

"It hurts! It hurts! It hurts!"

Two gunshots rang out, the back side of Evie's head exploding. Her body collapsed back into her wheelchair, rocking it back and nearly tipping it over before it fell back onto its front wheels. It rolled backward, her liquifying body slipping out of it and falling to the ground before finishing melting into a massive pool of Mold goo. Except, the mold was spreading, coating the entire floor and the walls. As it spread over the ceiling, the wall opposite them began to bubble.

"Oh shit," Agent groaned.

Then, a massive, goo face emerged from the wall of Mold. Agent swore harshly as all three opened fire. Agent drew his P30L along with his 1911, John drew one of his P99s along with his SW 500, and Ethan drew his AMC Auto Mag pistol along with his submachine gun. Their bullets slammed into the face rapidly, but it merely continued to roar and shriek, growing outward from the wall, quickly filling the attic. Around the face were four thick tentacles of Mold, and Evie lashed out at them with them. John and Agent both ducked under the swipes, and Ethan avoided most, but after a moment, she managed to catch him with a swipe, also managing to catch John's P99, smashing it.

John instantly snatched up Ethan's AMC Auto Mag, returning to firing, but still Evie continued to stubbornly advance in massive surges, lashing out faster and faster. Finally, just as Ethan returned to shooting, the tendrils all surged forward, slamming into the three of them and smashing them out through the attic wall, sending them crashing to the ground.

Agent groaned, picking up his pistols as John picked up his SW 500. Ethan rolled off of his back, groaning just as several helicopters passed overhead while Evie rose from the ruined remains of the attic. She was a gigantic, ugly mass of Mold tentacles, now, with her distorted face visible amid the tentacles. Agent and John opened fire on her face, and Ethan dragged his grenade launcher out from behind himself, also opening fire as quickly as he could, having to reload every shot. Finally, a tentacle swept down, sweeping Agent and John aside before grabbing Ethan by the leg, lifting him with a thin Mold spike impaled through his lower leg. It lifted him high into the air, but before Evie could kill him, Agent and John both placed a bullet into the tentacle, blasting it apart and freeing Ethan, who crashed heavily back to the ground.

Just as he did, a large, green, gear box crashed to the ground, breaking open and sending a pistol bouncing across the ground to him.

"Use it!" Chris's voice shouted from Ethan's watch as Agent and John were both reloading.

Ethan grabbed the pistol, a very highly customized Beretta 92F, and rolled onto his back, instantly emptying its nine bullets into her face. The gun had a massive kick, and each time the rounds impacted, there was a massive, white burst of smoke. Evie recoiled, shrieking in pain, and as the pistol's slide locked to the rear, Evie crashed heavily to the ground. Her entire body rapidly paled, then finally crumbled.

Agent groaned, laying on his back as a helicopter flew over to hover over them, a team of BSAA troops repelling down from it off to the side. Chris walked over to them, injecting something into John's leg before taking off his helmet and gas mask.

"Ow," John said flatly.

"You're welcome," Chris said, looking to Ethan. "I'm Redfield. I'm glad we found you."

"The fuck took you guys so long?" Ethan asked as Chris helped him stand, Agent and John both dragging themselves to their feet.

Chris radioed for the helicopter to land, and as it did, Ethan turned to Chris.

"There's a girl, Zoe Baker," Ethan said. "She was infected. I promised I'd send help."

"I'll find her," John said.

"We'll help," Chris promised. "Now, Ethan, it's time to get you out of here."

Ethan nodded, and climbed onto the helicopter, which began to take off again as Agent and John patched themselves into the BSAA and Blue Umbrella's comms.

"Did we lose him?" someone asked.

"No, no," Chris said. "Ethan Winters has been secured. He's alive and well, considering."

"And Lucas Baker?" the man on the other end asked. "Right now, he's our only link to The Connections."

"He's next on my list," Chris answered. "I'm bringing Agent with me."

"He had some stuff set up in the mine," Agent said. "We should start there."

Chris nodded. "I'm going to need another helo to assist with search-and-rescue. DC, you're going to help John locate Zoe Baker. She's infected, so it's time-critical."

"Copy that," DC aknowledged. "Be there in two."

"Roger," Chris answered. "John, wait here for DC and Nadia. Agent, let's see that mine."

Agent nodded, Chris reaching into the gear box and tossing him a box of bullets for his 1911 before pulling out several spare magazines for the pistol he'd taken from Ethan.

"So, what is that thing?" Agent asked.

"It's Blue Umbrella's new experimental anti-B.O.W. weapon," Chris said. "It fires special explosive rounds."

"Like FRAG-12s?" Agent asked.

"Similar, but more advanced," Chris said.

Agent nodded. "Well, I'd happily let them design some of those rounds for me, but you can keep the disgusting Beretta."

Chris laughed. "You and your obsessive hatred of Berettas. Fine. Stick to your toys. I'll use a real weapon."

Agent laughed, shaking his head as he led Chris to the mine entrance under the house they'd found Evie in.

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