My great thanks to HighFlyingWings, who kindly chose to use some of his free time to be my beta reader!
ISIS Headquarters, 2011.
"You know, Barry still is annoyed at you for accepting her in ISIS."
I chuckled at Claire's words. "I'm aware, but this is a decision she took of her own free will. And you know how I am about such things."
I kept looking at the screen, currently showing one of our latest recruits, Moira Burton, daughter of Barry Burton, the old ex-S.T.A.R.S. agent turned BSAA agent.
And someone with a rather… protective father.
In the original timeline, an incident with a loaded gun would have made Moira terrified of holding one. In this one, this never happened (my True self watches out for friends, after all). On the one hand, that meant that Barry was far less overprotective, and his relationship with his oldest daughter was much better.
On the other hand, he was still against his daughters getting involved with B.O.W's in any shape or form.
Unfortunately for him, with most of his friends involved in either the BSAA, TerraSave, or ISIS, there was no way that Moira was not going to get influenced by all of these people.
In canon, that meant going for TerraSave with Claire.
In this timeline, that meant going to ISIS instead. And to give credit where it was due, she had the potential for it. So, with both the will and the skill, why would I refuse?
The fact that she looked up to me as her fun "uncle" of sorts who let her train and learn all about fighting, and that she and Sherry were… very close… certainly helped as well.
I still wouldn't have accepted her without both the genuine desire and skill to be a part of ISIS, but with her having both, I wasn't playing favorites so much as recognizing talent where it existed.
And so, here we were. With Moira Burton kicking ass and taking names… if only in the simulator for now.
Still, considering the difficulty level of the simulations, she was doing pretty well. Oh, there was still a lot of work to do to get her to the proper ISIS level, but for a recruit, it was acceptable.
Then again, I did train her a bit over the years…
"I do. I'm just saying, don't be surprised if Barry gives you some crossed looks the next time you see him." replied Claire, amused.
"That would just make Moira even more determined to work hard in ISIS, so by all means." I told her, smirking.
Claire shook her head. "Poor Barry, he really can't win on this one."
We watched as Moira fought against the Tyrant that Jill had to deal with in Raccoon City. With proper modern equipment, it was doable, though by no means easy.
But then again, it wasn't meant to be. Either she succeeded, and in that case she would learn from her victory… or she would be defeated, and learn from that as well.
For now, the battle consisted of Moira running from cover to cover in the broken remains of one of Raccoon City's buildings during the outbreak, avoiding the rockets that Nemesis was sending at her while shooting as many plasma bolts as she could towards the monster.
Claire winced when one caught her close enough to send her flying, but her Aura held, and she quickly scrambled out of the way of the next salvo.
As part of being an ISIS soldier, she was naturally allowed to know of my true nature, the secrets of Aura and Dust, and more.
Needless to say, her reaction to me being a god had been amusing.
And incredibly embarrassing for her.
-
"Wait, you're an omniscient god?!" exclaimed the 20-year old woman as we talked in the privacy of my office.
"That's correct." I calmly replied, eyes glowing brightly as I allowed a measure of my true self to leak through.
She paused, blanched, and swallowed hard.
"How omniscient are we talking about, here?" she squeaked.
My lips quirked upwards.
"Omniscience is called such for a reason. Don't worry, I am rather flattered you think so highly of me… Though your father would strangle me if he knew half of those thoughts."
She blanched harder, and swayed on her feet, looking suddenly like a stiff breeze would make her fall over.
With amusement glittering in my eyes, I summoned a nearby chair close by to let her collapse on it.
She didn't even mention the magic, instead just staring off in the distance with a blank look on her face.
"Oh God, kill me now." she whispered, voice strangled.
"No can do, my daughter would… miss your time together greatly, and your father would absolutely try to kill me." I replied, my amusement rising ever higher as she somehow went even paler. Oh yes, I knew what she, Sherry and Ashley got up to…
Lustful teenagers gotta experiment, and Sherry was all too eager to do so with willing friends. Honestly, those poor girls in her life never stood a chance…
Her jaw worked for a moment, visibly trying to speak, and mostly failing. "You… Sherry… Omniscience… Bwah?!"
I snickered, patting her on the shoulder. "Don't worry about it! I'm just your Boss, who is a God, who you think of as the most handsome DILF in existence, and the father of your… very good friend, what's the problem?"
Then I paused, and grinned widely. "Oh, wait…"
Moira buried her face in her hands, though her blush was so epic her ears were a bright, burning red. "Death is a mercy…" she whined.
I chuckled with glee. "Who do you think is the God of Death?" I asked with a shit-eating grin on my face.
Moira froze.
My eyes gleamed with the lights of a trillion stars dancing in glee.
"There is no escape, Moira Burton!"
"NNNNNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"
Naturally, her scream of despair was one that I reacted to with all due dignity.
That is to say, I laughed like a hyena and proceeded to tease her even more.
ISIS soldiers had to have unbreakable spirits, it was only right I challenged hers to harden it against all horrors in existence!
And that was my story for why I teased her to a blushing mess for a while, and I'll stick to it!
I could hardly pull off the shotgun move on the romantic partners of my daughter when all I wanted to do was give her my thumbs up, after all!
-
Oh yes, that had been a very amusing day indeed…
"By the way, how are things about… you know."
Claired sighed as she asked me that question, and my amusement faded, as I put a hand on her shoulder.
"It will be dealt with soon, and then we'll be able to deal with him. Don't worry, it'll soon all be over." It was my turn to sigh. "I know you volunteered for this, but this wasn't easy on you."
She grimaced. "It is what was needed. The pragmatic reason you supported my desire to be at TerraSave, even."
I gave her a look. "I'm aware, but still… spying on a friend like that-"
"He's not my friend." she said firmly, though I could feel the emotional storm in her. "He never was."
Despite her words, there was a sadness in there that couldn't be hidden.
There was silence in the room as we watched Moira successfully make part of a building crumble on top of the simulated Nemesis.
"If you ever want to stop this kind of assignment, you can tell me, you know." I said gently.
"I know." she whispered, a hint of a smile on her lips. "But I'm doing good work. Needed work. It's not glorious, or glamorous… But it needs to be done all the same."
I gently hugged her from behind, and Claire all but melted in my embrace, pushing her back against my chest. I gently kissed the top of her head, as we kept on watching the screens.
"This world is almost safe, now." I said softly. "Only two real threats remain: Alex Wesker, and the Family. And soon, we'll have the first dealt with."
"Mmm." hummed Claire, relaxing against me. "But it won't really be the end. Not for this world… And not for you. There will be more evil groups or people in the future, and you will keep on seeing new universes, no?"
I smiled. "One thing at a time, Claire. For now, let us focus on the problems of this world. The future… Well. It will come soon enough."
We watched in silence the fight between Moira and Nemesis continue, explosions and plasma bolts everywhere, until Claire grinned.
"You know," she purred, "I know a way that you could help me relax…"
I looked down at her with a dry look on my face.
"You want me to bend you over while Moira is fighting a simulated Nemesis? Seriously?"
Claire shrugged. "If she ever finds out, she is more likely to just ask for a recording of it than anything else."
I opened my mouth.
Closed it.
"Sherry is a horrible influence on Moira." I deadpanned.
"Oh no, that's all on her. You know she's got a crush a mile wide on you. Between Sherry singing your praises, you having several beautiful women in your bed and all very happy to be there and you always being the one to do cool stuff like weapons training and the like with her, that girl has it baaad." Claire replied with a wide smirk.
I sighed. "Thank goodness Barry doesn't know, or he'd blow up with such fatherly outrage I'd feel it from his home in Canada all the way here."
Claire chuckled, before her right hand began to trail up my right leg.
"So, are we doing this, or do I need to give you more… encouragement?" she whispered, her voice more and more lustful with every word.
I stayed silent for a second… Then bent her over a nearby console.
"It's a good thing I have magic to clean up after ourselves." I muttered, while Claire gasped happily at my rough-handling and gleefully squirmed underneath me, her ass against my crotch.
Honestly, that woman was kinky as all hell in sex. Her reaction to learning I had a sex dungeon had been…
Well. Let's just say she had become very well acquainted to everything in it, and that I had earned new BDSM skills from her… very enthusiastic willingness to be used as the target practice of my more extreme sexual desires.
Ah well, I thought with a smile as our clothes disappeared with a burst of magic, who doesn't love a kinky red-head?
Now then, add some pleasure-enhancing spells, some mild pain-enhancing ones, bring her wrists behind her back and create a rope to bind them…
"Come on!" she muttered, squirming even harder now that she not only bent over, but also bound and naked, Claire twisting her head to look at me with a lidded blue eye peeking under red hair, her lips grinning lustfully at me.
I smirked back, put my cock at her entrance… And with one harsh thrust, slammed myself to the hilt.
"Aaah! Yes! Fuck…"
Claire gasped, moaning and writhing happily as she was taken, the spells I casted only making the sensation of being fully filled up even more pleasurable. And considering I could shift the shape of my dick to perfectly hit her every pleasure spots…
I chuckled, and then took her red hair in my left hand, tightly gripping the ponytail she had so kindly created and that I was now putting to good use (And I knew that me taking it like that was exactly why she went around with a ponytail in the first place these days anyway, so really I was literally using it for its intended use), before pulling her head back, a guttural moan leaving her lips in approval at the move…
Before my other hand came down on her right asscheek with inhuman strength.
*SMACK!"
"AAAH! Yes! Harder!" she groaned, biting her lower lip lustfully.
Grinning widely, I got going, my hips quickly gaining up speed as I began fucking her, not stopping at mere human limits but going beyond. She was a Huntress, she could take me going almost at full strength… Though I still went full strength anyway, even if it was going to bruise her body slightly.
She was rather kinky, after all!
*Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!*
"Aaaah! Mmmhh! Shit… Gah! Don't you dare stop!"
Claire moaned and shuddered beneath me, while I kept pistoning in and out of her, her pussy, with a bit of magic helping, quickly becoming more than slick enough for me to began passionately fucking her brains out, my right hand going to repeatedly and viciously spank her ass until it turned as red as her hairs.
"Gaah! Fuuck! Yes! Yes! Moore!"
She arched her back, mouth open in constant moans and squeals as I brought her both pleasure and pain. Claire was the one who enjoyed rough sex the most amongst my lovers, and by now I had long since mastered the art of making her scream her heart out.
Her blue eyes were wide now, wide but unfocused, and with a grin I created a blindfold over her eyes.
Her inner walls immediately clenched around my cock, and her already very vocal words of approval grew louder still as she all but threw herself against me, trying to get me as deep inside of her as she could get.
With twinkling eyes, I made my dick grow bigger, hitting the back end of her womb, her moans turning strangled even as the Old Blood within her ensured she would heal from the inhumanly big cock pounding her into submission right now.
"Aaah! Yyyeess! Yeeeeeeees! More! Harder! Fuuuuck!"
I laughed, and decided to give her what she wanted. A few spells to grow her body's sensitivity even higher, me going fast enough to literally create small shockwaves every time I hilted myself inside of her, and soon enough I had turned a fierce red-head Huntress into a drooling wreck.
Honestly, if she wasn't a Huntress, she would definitely be badly wounded by how hard I was taking her… But she was, with the right kinky mindset to enjoy what pain I did give her, so here she was.
Claire Redfield, drooling and mindlessly meeting my every thrusts while mumbling for more near-incomprehensibly.
And my (Empathy) skill let me know just how much she enjoyed every second of it.
My hand not holding her hair left her ass to grab one of her swaying breasts, a ragged moan escaping her as her overly sensitive body filled her already overwhelming mind with more pleasure and pain when my fingers sank in the soft, pliable flesh in my grasp.
And then, with a smirk… I took one of her nipples between two fingers and twisted.
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhh!"
Claire convulsed violently while screaming like a banshee, for despite her existence as a Huntress, overwhelming pleasure was still something that she was not prepared to handle. Even after more than a decade with me, she still was left a screaming, drooling mess everytime I fucked her as hard as I did right now.
Sometimes, we did more gentle sex… But she wanted to be fucked silly, the kinky woman, and that was exactly what I was giving her.
I kept thrusting into her, driving her orgasm on and on, her screams dying out along with her voice as she instead shook against me with strangled groans escaping her, until finally I decided to give her body what it wanted and hilted myself inside of her, blasts after blasts of cum filling her womb. Of course, magic ensured I wouldn't impregnate her…
Not yet. One day I would, but not yet.
Oedon would be the first, as was only right.
She shuddered as she felt my warm seed filling her womb, a ragged moan leaving her lips echoing her delighted satisfaction, until finally I was done.
At which point I force-marched her limp body against the nearest desk and bent her over against it.
Claire groaned as she felt the cool surface of the desk against her flushed body, and especially against her hard nipples, but for a moment I simply let her recover.
As the seconds trickled by, filled by her ragged breathing and me using my inhuman vision to both enjoy the sight of the panting Claire Redfield and the still fighting Moira Burton on the nearby screens, I let my right hand gently caress her ass, soothing healing magic healing the growing bruises, which earned me a few additional approving moans from the still occasionally shaking woman beneath me.
My other hand rubbed gentle circles across her back, as I waited patiently for her to recover.
When she suddenly thrusted back against my hips, her face flushed against the desk but turned enough to allow me to see one twinkling blue eye and her wide grin, I knew we were far from done today.
"Come on, you cosmic sex god. Give it to me." she purred.
Very, very far from done…
-
A day after a very enjoyable time with Claire, I was faced with a much more serious meeting.
After all, when one met with the legendary HUNK, professionalism was expected.
And especially in a time like this.
"What are the details of the mission, Commander?" he inquired, the man still covered in armor from head to toe. Even here, the Grim Reaper was still as ready to fight as ever.
I glanced at some of his equipment. After years of working with ISIS, if as a contracted mercenary rather than as a true ISIS soldier, he still had earned various custom pieces of equipment straight from ISIS' armories.
With contracts to not share the technology, of course, but it was both a sign of my respect for the man and his usefulness that I had granted him such usually restricted tools.
His armor wasn't ISIS-levels of good, but damn close. His weapons included several ISIS-restricted guns, such as the gravity gun. He even had a supply of one black hole grenade per mission guaranteed, as long as he was working to fight B.O.W's, for ISIS or other groups like the BSAA.
Technically, the man was wanted for a multitude of crimes. In actuality, much like with his old Umbrella squad, the Wolf Pack, he had been granted freedom in exchange for services.
And it said something about the man that no one could argue the world came out better thanks to that deal.
He wasn't a Hunter… But damn if he couldn't give the best of ISIS a run for their money.
As it was, he would probably win against Summer Rose, the Earth-version.
The faint shimmering of his aura surrounding him would certainly give him good odds to win that fight.
He was literally the only one who had his Aura unlocked without being part of ISIS. He had requested the same "energy shield" that ISIS possessed in a previous mission as his sole salary, and I had ultimately agreed to his request.
Mostly because it meant he had learned of my true nature as a result. A slight gamble, but the man was as pragmatic as they came. Him knowing of my status as a god would guarantee he would never go against my interests out of sheer understanding of how much of a dumb idea that was. And I had been right to do so, as I knew for a fact that he had declined several missions from a variety of clients which would have seen him at odds with ISIS, and thus me, as a result.
I activated a hologram in response, and waved at the image of an island appearing. "I believe you are already aware of what, or rather who, has taken to hiding here."
HUNK stared silently at the map for a second before nodding in sudden understanding.
"You want me to eliminate Alex Wesker."
"Correct." I replied. "She is close to achieving her grand project. That is unacceptable, especially since its opening move will be the kidnapping of several high-profile TerraSave agents and executives for use as test subjects thanks to a traitor in their ranks. I will send you the complete details for review later, but essentially she is trying to find a way to achieve immortality. The available life-extension technology was something that might have made her wait to act for a time, but her latest virus is tearing her body apart. She needs a… a new host to transfer her consciousness to. Those kidnapped people are meant to be tested for compatibility for her plan."
I looked at him in the red lenses of his mask, then back at the map.
"You will be carefully brought into the island here." I highlighted a part of the island. "As you can see, this canal will give you a straight shot at infiltrating from the sewers the tower where she lives and performs her research. From what we know, the defenses in the sewers will be minimal. Nonetheless, she is a Wesker. Do not underestimate her. Worse, the entire island will most likely be hostile. She has released the virus she was working on across it, infecting almost all living there, in preparation of her grand experiment. So expect no friendly locals. If you do find friendly locals, doubtful as that may be, feel free to help them out if possible. Living witnesses would help ISIS. Still, your priorities are these: Kill Alex Wesker, Destroy her base of research, gather what information you can from it before destroying it if possible, if you find survivors make sure they get somewhere safe so we can use them as witnesses, and eliminate any B.O.W's or living accomplices of hers you come across."
Red lenses stared at the map for a moment, before he spoke up. "You have made no specific mention of gathering samples of the virus she is working on." he noted.
"There is no need for you to worry about that. As mentioned, the island is full of infected. We'll have all the test subjects we could want to see how this virus works and how to fight it."
"And what do you know of its specific abilities?"
"It is extremely adept at infecting organic matter, with less than 2% of the population being naturally immune. It was partially created through samples of Uroboros, if refined in a way only a Wesker could achieve. However, the T-Phobos has a weakness: it creates an organic core that controls the infected. Destroy the core, and the infected will instantly die. A note of caution, however. While I will send you the files we possess on the virus for you to learn from, we have been able to discover the existence of this very dangerous creature."
The hologram changes, revealing a floating B.O.W. HUNK's red lenses surveyed it coldly.
"Why is it dangerous, specifically?"
I understood the question, for it was by no means physically imposing or particularly worthy of fear.
"Two reasons. Those close to it are mentally affected somehow. Blurry vision, trouble breathing, loss of consciousness, etc. But the worst part is this: The creature is invisible."
Red lenses tilted to stare at me.
I nodded, the hologram showing the hacked recording of a local civilian suddenly convulsing, falling on the ground… and then the B.O.W's in question appeared out of nowhere above him to feast upon the helpless man.
The images paused while showing the creature about to devour the man.
"Is there a way to easily see or detect these creatures?" he inquired.
"Smoke grenades for one, can be used to pinpoint their locations as their bodies move through the smoke. They are also very slow, and cannot fly very high. Objects in their paths can thus be used to show where they are. And of course, the effects they have on someone means that, as long as you quickly run away from one when you start feeling it affect you, then you can fire in the general direction of its poisonous presence. With training, you can also learn the general height where those creatures fly and easily fire at such heights if you believe one comes towards you. They are also not particularly tough. All in all, they would normally be harmless…"
"Except for the fact that they cannot be seen." HUNK finishes.
"Exactly."
"Can I make use of your simulator for training purposes before the mission?"
I smiled. "Granted. Though you will have only a few days for such, as the kidnapping will happen in a week. Alex Wesker must be dealt with before that time."
"Understood. Will I have teammates, or is this a solo mission?"
I pointed at the hologram, showing a number of ISIS ships and planes away from the island. "Solo, though ISIS forces will be 30 minutes away, waiting for you to give the all-clear on the elimination of Alex Wesker before we go in and start dealing with cleansing the island. We considered just attacking in force and letting you infiltrate in the chaos, but it was ultimately decided to go for a quiet approach instead. Alex Wesker has no reason to expect an attack, so your presence should come as a complete surprise… Until you are discovered, of course."
HUNK nodded. "Understood."
"As for the rewards for completing the mission, I think we both know what they are." I finished, glancing at him.
The man saluted. "I look forward to working under your command, sir."
I smiled widely. "And it will be an honor to be your commanding officer. Any other questions?"
"None, sir."
"Then I wish you good hunting, agent HUNK."
The man saluted again, before turning and walking away.
Him becoming part of ISIS had been something that I had hoped for, though it took quite a bit of time and effort to bring it about.
But, as a result of ISIS removing every other powerful organization from play, there were only three groups who really dealt with B.O.W's nowadays: ISIS, the BSAA, and the Family.
Oh, there were lesser organizations across the world, smugglers and terrorists and the like, but they were only small-scale groups.
And with ISIS having worked with HUNK many times in the past, he had eventually decided to return to his roots and join the private army of a megacorporation.
That man was a great mercenary… But he wasn't cut out for that kind of life. He wasn't selfish enough for it. He was the kind of man that enjoyed clear objectives and purposes, stability and order, and working for different groups in the name of personal profit was just not the kind of man he was.
So here he was. Doing the equivalent of a 180, except with the good guys instead.
Not that he personally was one. He was a consummate professional, a living weapon caring only to get the job done, whatever it may be.
And so, like all weapons, whether he did good or evil with it depended on who wielded it. Or him, in this case.
I was seriously considering making him a Hunter. He would clash a bit with the other, far more idealistic Hunters, but he truly could achieve wonders with the capabilities of a Hunter, of that I had no doubt. And despite everything, the man was as loyal as one could be from the moment he decided to devote himself to something. Now that he had decided to join ISIS, he would die without hesitation fulfilling its goals if a mission required his sacrifice to succeed.
Furthermore… one day, I fully planned to be a ruler. Having a… morally flexible Hunter willing to do any job and capable of successfully doing them would be a great boon.
Still, that was for the future. For now, Alex Wesker needed to die.
Who better to send than the Grim Reaper himself to slay a would-be immortal?
-
HUNK carefully keeps moving through the waterway leading to the sewers under the tower of Alex Wesker. He was currently underwater, though the armor he was wearing allowed him to move through it without issue.
After being brought close to the island via submarine, he had then made his way towards the waterways using the integrated maps in his helmet. With perfect maps of the island and the sea around it, he had been able to slowly make his way through the waters of the sea until he had reached a river, and from that river he had reached the waterway.
A few infected had tried to attack him along the way, but a few water-proof weapons saw him through their numbers without issues.
Seeing the entrance of the sewers right where they were supposed to be, he slowly moved forward, his helmet, then the rest of his armor breaking out of the surface as he silently moved towards his objective.
There were many reasons he had decided to work with, and more recently join ISIS. Their impeccable ability to gather accurate data on the local terrain, enemy forces and more was something he would definitely rank as one of the greatest boons of working for them.
The incredible equipment available was a close second to that.
Though he supposed that, considering who, or rather what, ruled over ISIS, that was to be expected. The discovery had been a shock at first, but it helped explain a great many things. Not that HUNK cared much. He was a soldier, such matters as religion or philosophy he left to people better capable of handling them.
For him, there was only the mission, and the elements that would help or hinder its success.
Having a god as a superior, one that has proven his skills in war, just meant that he didn't need to account for potential higher-up incompetence, a thing he was thankful for. More than a few missions had been rendered much more complicated in the past because of such.
He took his first step on the path leading into the sewers below the tower, making sure his equipment was still operational just in case, but as ever, the ISIS-created equipment held up as promised.
Satisfied, he walked forward, his custom lasgun in hand. Heavily-modified, it was a weapon whose shots were completely silent. The sounds it made as it fired were more silent than the buzzing of a fly.
A fitting weapon for a stealth mission.
Carefully moving through the silent corridors, he paused at a corner.
Switching to heat vision, his eyes narrowed as he saw a human close by.
An enemy? Or a local? If so, friendly, or hostile?
Mission parameters were to ensure that friendly locals stayed alive…
He turned around the corner, his weapon quickly aimed at an old man with a rifle… an old model using bullets.
"Who the hell you?" demanded the man in broken English with a heavy Russian accent.
HUNK considered him, before replying. "Depends. You're friends with the one living above?"
The old man snorted. "Woman can jump off cliff." his eyes narrowed, taking his armor and the many weapons on him. "No friend of woman yourself?"
"No. Problem?"
The old man considered him for a moment… then relaxed, pointing his gun away. HUNK followed suit, though he was ready to gun him down at the slightest hint of hostility.
"No. You want to kill woman, give blessing. Outsiders destroyed island. Good to see outsiders cleaning up own mess."
HUNK looked away, then back at him. "Stay safe. My boss wants survivors, witnesses of what happened here. Also, his soldiers are coming here soon to cleanse the island of the virus, and the infected. There will be heavy fighting soon."
The old man snorted. HUNK suspected, by the man's aged looks, that those on this island did not have access to life-extension technology like in the rest of the world.
As it was, there were few truly old-looking people in the rest of the world nowadays… If any.
"Survived woman. Survived freakish monsters. Will not die easy."
HUNK nodded. The man was good enough to survive on this island full of infected on his own, he could take care of himself until ISIS forces arrived.
HUNK was grateful. If it had been a child, he wasn't quite sure what he could have done, except for him or her to stay somewhere behind a locked door and not come out under any circumstances unless he or an ISIS soldier was there to escort them.
"You. You sure can kill woman?" asked the local, frowning slightly.
"I am." he calmly replied.
The old man looked at him, at his guns and armor, and grunted. "Then go. Shoot woman once for me, yes?" a look of grief flashed through his eyes, before he crushed it. "I owe her one… or two."
"She will die." he repeated, and that seemed to satisfy the man.
He unlocked a nearby door, and waved at it.
"Then go."
HUNK walked forward. His map agreed that this was the way, after all, which meant the man probably knew the surroundings rather well. HUNK increased the man's chances of survival a bit more.
He kept going, and for a time he met no infected in his path.
But of course, that couldn't last forever.
As he turned another corner in the sewers, he came to see several infected of various kinds.
HUNK's gun came up, and he immediately fired on some sort of Bloater, who when damaged exploded into a steaming pile of acid that burned at the surrounding infected.
Then his gun aimed at the eyes of another, a massive hulking humanoid holding some kind of cannon on fire. HUNK waited until he was ready to fire to do so first, targeting his eyes.
The B.O.W. jerked back, even as he fired right at his feet.
*BOOM!*
HUNK aimed at the remaining infected, regular humanoids requiring only a few well-placed shots to kill.
He waited to see if anything else would show up, but when everything went quiet, he moved on, passing by the charred remains of the massive humanoid.
As he moved, making sure to either avoid or shoot first at the infected growths sometimes present on the ground which bursted in acid whenever something came too close or they were fired at, he encountered more and more infected.
Some slow, some fast, some tough and some quick to kill.
For a moment he got a flashback of Raccoon City and the sewers there, but he quickly shook it off. Besides, he had much better equipment now than back then.
Nonetheless, the same result awaited all of the infected: quick headshots, blowing up their heads into steaming masses of gore, with some exceptions.
As mentioned in the briefing he had received, some monsters could only truly be killed by destroying the core of the infection within them. Those cores could be found either in the heads or legs of the infected.
Unfortunately, he could not know which it was until he started shooting, but at least the firepower at his disposal meant that every non-killing shot still made the infected stumble backwards, allowing him more time to find their weak spots.
HUNK kept on moving, in the near darkness of the sewers, illuminated only by weak lights, with infected waiting at almost every step. Still, he was satisfied with his progress. The days of simulations had helped him prepare, and while there were certainly a high number of infected in his way, it was nothing he couldn't handle.
It was almost a matter of repetition. Headshot the weakest infected, blow up the Bloaters to damage the others, shoot the eyes of the massive B.O.W's holding cannons to blow them up or blow other B.O.W's standing nearby into pieces, rinse and repeat.
He kept an eye for the invisible B.O.W's, but so far found none.
Which was hopefully a good omen. If he could avoid them altogether, that would make this mission simpler.
As he shot the last remaining B.O.W in the sewer room he was in, a tall mutated man with a giant hammer of all things, he glanced around and, once again seeing nothing left alive, he moved on, leaving dozens of dead infected in his wake.
HUNK narrowed his eyes slightly as he got up a few stairs to enter a new room. Apparently, he had made it out of the sewers, and was now in the underground part of the tower.
His eyes lingered on a grave-like monument in the center of the room, dedicated to…
Ah. Loyal servants of Wesker who died serving her.
He noted that the surviving servants had built this themselves. There was no mention of their boss lifting a finger to create this.
As expected.
From there, he carefully made his way forwards, this time on dry land rather than the waters of the sewers, keeping an eye out for security cameras and so far finding none.
HUNK mentally shook his head at that. This was a rather spectacular oversight, one that he would have thought beneath Alex Wesker to make.
Apparently not.
Taking the stairs, he began making his way upwards. So far, this mission has been incredibly straightforward, in no small part thanks to being able to make his way there underwater and then using the waterway leading to the sewers beneath Wesker's tower to infiltrate the place.
A part of him found himself disappointed in Wesker. She was the last remnant of an organization he had spent years serving, and yet so far taking her down was proving itself far too easy.
Did she truly believe herself incapable of being attacked? Did the years she spent on this island dulled her instincts to such a level? Was she truly so absolutely certain that no one could find her?
He supposed that those questions didn't matter. He was here to accomplish his mission, and anything helping with that was welcome.
Even so, a small part of him was disappointed. Umbrella used to be one of the greatest powers in the world, and now its last remnant could not even protect themselves properly.
Well, at least his new boss was much wiser than this. That was a comfort.
He arrived in a wide open room with an elevator, and found a nearby room with the lights on.
He carefully made his way towards it, opening the door quickly, gun at the ready to find-
Hm.
Well, that man hanged himself apparently… To avoid turning into an infected, or something else?
He hesitated, then went searching for clues in the room.
One of his eyebrows rose when he found several messages, indicating that the man hanged himself out of loyalty, believing his usefulness had come to an end and that he might as well kill himself.
He shook his head. Fanatics, Umbrella had quite a few of those back in the days. Useful idiots, as they were seen by the higher-ups.
Still, he did find some confirmation that Wesker's plan for immortality was in its last stage, so that was good to know, if only to confirm ISIS' data.
HUNK hesitated, then decided to see if he could find more useful data. He had been given orders to try and find useful information before the destruction of this base, after all.
Searching around, he found another room, and his eyes narrowed again.
Some of the files around the room…
He went to the nearby computer, taking out a USB and putting it in the computer.
In a few minutes of work, he had downloaded all the data into it… All of which incriminating evidence proving that the leader of TerraSave was helping Alex Wesker in a variety of ways, the latest of which was the planned attack and kidnappings of several individuals at a party happening in two days to use them as test subjects.
He nodded. Again, it was good to see that ISIS' intelligence gathering was as good as ever…
Or it was simply the literal gods associated with it letting them be this good. Whatever the case may be, having all of this data straight from the enemy's computers was sure to please his new superior.
To his surprise, he even found a letter from the man in question showing that he was planning to betray Wesker in order to recreate the FBC, as the man was secretly the "heir" of Landsdale. HUNK had been informed of that in the full data he got from Commander Aeon, but he still couldn't help but be shocked at the sheer stupidity of letting a letter like this stay right in the HQ of the woman he was planning to betray.
He took it with him, especially since the man had named everyone of his fellow conspirators on it. HUNK was just…
He actually shook his head. Truly, comparing ISIS with these people was like day and night.
Done looking around, HUNK went back and took the elevator, going for the highest level possible, where Alex Wesker was meant to be at.
By this point, there was very little chance that she wouldn't know of his coming. From the moment he activated the elevator, she had to know that someone was there.
So he wasted no time shooting the camera within it before getting inside. Hopefully, she would know she had an uninvited guest, but not who.
When he came out of the elevator, he found a much nicer area, obviously high-tech, with a variety of screens, computers, and more.
Slowly making his way through every room, he carefully searched for his target.
He did take note that apparently, almost the entire island was under surveillance, so going by sea and then the waterways had truly been the only option capable of masking his approach.
He kept going, passing through her bedroom, and finding more evidence of Alex Wesker trying to make mind transference a viable bio-technology, using the bodies of others as hosts to guarantee eternal life.
HUNK had no idea if it was possible, but considering that Commander Aeon was concerned about it, it sounded like it could be achieved.
Not that HUNK cared. He already had gone with a rejuv-nat treatment, like most people across the world, so he was guaranteed to live for centuries… if not more, once Insight Corp. refined the process.
Unless he died on the battlefield, but that was something he had made his peace with long ago, and knowing that the afterlife existed didn't change that at all.
Finally, he found the room where Alex Wesker was. Her personal lab, with incredibly high-tech medical equipment everywhere, where she awaited him with a scowl on her face, though there was some kind of energy field preventing him from entering the room and killing her.
"Agent HUNK. I had heard of your association with ISIS after the fall of Umbrella, but to think that you of all people would come on their orders to kill me… Their thrice-damned commander must have been laughing in glee at the irony. Don't bother denying it, no one else would be so bold as to try something like this."
HUNK ignored her words, carefully passing a hand over the energy shield.
"And now, of all time! When in a few days I would have most likely succeeded in the greatest experiment in human history! A way of guaranteeing true immortality! Either ISIS's commander has the worst of timing, or I have a spy in my ranks…"
HUNK looked away from the energy field and took out a long spike he had been given by Commander Aeon.
Once again, the accurate information of ISIS on what to expect on a mission was truly coming in useful.
"Well, it doesn't matter. You won't be able to do anything, and I already called upon- Wait, what are you-"
HUNK stabbed the energy field with the spike, causing it to flicker once, twice, and then burn out with a crackle on the third.
Alex Wesker's eyes widened, her hand going to the las-pistol at her side with a speed that was thoroughly inhuman.
HUNK narrowed his eyes, his own right hand having already held a plasma gun, and with no hesitation he pressed the trigger.
Wesker moved, going faster than any normal human. But he was hardly such himself, and HUNK called upon his semblance for the first time.
Strength, speed, agility, and above all clarity of mind washed over him, as the personal representation of his soul kicked in.
An ability which allowed him to fight better and completely ignore anything that would get in the way of his mission. Fear, pain, doubts, all of that disappeared, leaving behind inhuman clarity and focus to concentrate on the only important thing: How to best accomplish his mission.
He moved, Wesker's face showing a measure of shock an instant before he punched her in the face and brought his other hand up to fire his gun while she was stunned.
Unfortunately, she reacted just as quickly, dodging the blue plasma bolt by just enough to avoid even her clothes catching on fire, her own gun rising towards him.
His free hand came up, pushing away the gun such that the las-bolt harmlessly went past his head, her other hand coming up for a vicious blow to his guts.
He tilted his body, narrowly avoiding the blow, his gun coming up and firing a shot that once again barely avoided her, both of them ignoring the way her lab began to burn from the very valuable equipment being damaged in the background of their fight.
He could see the rage on her face, but he cared not. Instead his right knee came up, blocked by an elbow, followed by a swipe of her right leg to unbalance him.
Shifting his body he avoided the strike, and decided on a strategy to take her down.
Throwing a vicious punch at her face, she as expected blocked it with her free hand, at which point she tried going for a vicious counter-strike to his kidneys.
HUNK let her, and for a second he saw vicious glee in her blue eyes as she prepared to get the first strike of this fight… Only for her face to turn to shock when his Aura came up to block her strike, and his semblance stopped any pain he could have felt.
Wasting no time, he used that split second of surprise to use his free hand to take one of her shoulder tightly-
And then he brutally headbutted her.
The move, so utterly undignified, was a complete surprise for one with an ego larger than most people on Earth combined, as befitting a woman seeking to become immortal at the cost of other people's lives, and Wesker staggered backwards with a dazed look on her face.
HUNK wasted no time, bringing his plasma gun right before her heart… and firing.
*WOOOSH!*
Wesker's eyes bulged as the majority of her torso disappeared instantly, before her eyes rolled back and she collapsed on the ground in a steaming pile of flesh and bones.
He let out a breath, his semblance fading back as his primary mission objective was successfully completed.
Glancing around, he looked at the burning lab-
And then the lights turned red.
"Warning: Confidentiality protocols initiated. Self-destruct sequence of the facility's upper spire will begin immediately."
HUNK grimaced. A dead man's switch was expected, but still an annoyance.
He acted quickly, going to the nearest laptop and taking it under his right arm before he turned on his heels and ran back to the elevator.
With the self-destruct system screaming warnings every so often, he reached the elevator and slammed his left fist on the first floor button.
And then he was left waiting while everything began to crumble around him… and elevator music was playing in his ears.
The first was only slightly worse than the second.
When finally the doors opened, HUNK ran out of there like a bat out of hell-
"HHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKK!"
-Ah. Primary mission objective was not fulfilled.
That was going to complicate matters.
He quickly began running away, because staying at the very bottom of a crumbling tower was going to threaten his mission success far more than Alex Wesker somehow surviving her wounds.
And then the odds of his mission' success dropped even further, as waves of infected began to appear in the path he was taking.
No doubt the reinforcement Wesker had mentioned, if she could somehow control them.
His free hand came up, clenching his plasma gun tightly as he began firing, seeking to carve himself a path through enemy lines, all the while making sure the laptop he was still holding under his right arm stayed right where it was.
Behind him, more enraged screams echoed, along with more sounds of crumbling stone from the shattering tower, but HUNK was far too busy to care about that right now.
He needed to avoid being crushed under the tower's collapse. For that, he needed to retrace his original steps and go back towards the sewers, where he should be safe.
Unfortunately, B.O.W's were obviously coming in great numbers.
Turning back was guaranteed death. Going forward had low chances of survival, and thus high chance of mission failure.
There were no other paths out.
His semblance activated.
Survival is your responsibility.
Very well then. If the odds were against him, he'd just have to beat the odds.
He kept running forwards, plasma gun firing at every step.
Zombies charged at him. Remove through headshots for guaranteed kill, or center mass shots to create pushback effects.
He kept running.
Higher class zombies charged at him. Once more, remove through headshots for guaranteed kill, or center mass shots to create pushback effects
He kept running.
Armed hulking B.O.W's began firing at him with the equivalent of flaming cannonballs. Use greater heights of Higher class zombies to intercept shots by careful positioning of self, and pin-point precision shots to hit the eyes of targets.
He kept running.
Blurriness noticed in vision. Invisible B.O.W's presence in the incoming horde confirmed. Keep careful watch of infected body movements to notice irregularities born of infected hitting one another. Target areas as learned through simulation training.
He kept running.
Numbers of infected increasing. Use CQC to force movements through enemy lines. Trust in Aura to keep him safe.
He kept running.
End of sewers in sight. Screams of rage behind still coming strong. Good. Can ensure successful completion of primary mission objective once out in open area.
He kept running.
End of sewers. Keep running, go to a wide open area for ease of fighting large B.O.W. Activate beacon informing ISIS reinforcement of successful destruction of primary target's base of operation.
Reinforcement coming: T-minus 30 minutes. Avoid primary target to secure content of secondary mission objectives?
Negative. Primary mission objective elimination of target. High likelihood of the Divine status of ISIS Commander ensuring information lost can be recovered against all odds. Primary objective described as such for a reason.
Conclusion: elimination of primary target worth potential destruction of laptop.
Wide area found. Computer hidden in safe place, hopefully guaranteeing safe retrieval after elimination of primary target.
"HHHHHHHHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKKK!"
Primary target has arrived. Switch to Gravity gun. One Black Hole grenade in reserve to guarantee full elimination of the target. Should have done so previously. Failure noted for future reference.
Target has structural weakness at the body center mass. Area thinner, more fragile. Dual wield gravity and plasma gun? Acceptable odds of improvements to combat effectiveness. Change made.
Target enraged. Charge at self with near-mindless fury. Psychological weakness obvious.
He fired his guns, a green glowing ball following behind a blue plasma bolt. Target tries to avoid both. Succeed at first, but did not plan for self-guiding ability of gravity attack.
"RRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAGGGGGHHHHH!"
Target screams in pain. Blood and gore washing on battlefield as a result of wounds made. Requires more careful movements to not slip upon bloodstained ground.
Target charges at self. Roll to the left to avoid attack. Plasma gun firing, hitting potential structural weakness in target. Gravity gun charging second shot.
Additional enemies detected. Infected hearing sounds of combat, making way to the battlefield. Odds of successfully achieving primary mission objective falling, but still within acceptable margins.
Gravity gun ready. Target throwing chunks of nearby broken buildings at self. Use semblance empowered speed and agility to dodge. Plasma bolt to face area wounding and stunning target. Fire second shot of Gravity gun.
Target tries to avoid it. Fails again.
"AAAAAAARRRRGGGHHHH!"
Target appears heavily wounded. Odds of successfully completing primary mission objectives rising. Additional enemy reinforcement kept at bay by plasma gun. Occasional damage taken by secondary foes negated by Aura protection.
Conclusion: Press the attack.
Strategy…
Commander Aeon-approved strategy chosen.
Self charges at primary target. Target's eyes widening, replies by charging back.
Target closing in.
"HHHHHHHUUUUUUUUNNNNNNNNKKKKKKKKK!"
Target screaming in rage. Opportunity detected. Variant of current strategy deemed better than current one.
Target closing in.
Gravity gun ready.
Target closing in.
Target's reflexes proven extremely high. Adjusting strategy…
Target closing in at close distance.
Now.
Turn run into slide on the ground.
Press trigger of gravity gun.
Gravity ball launched.
Target's eyes bulging in shock.
Self slid under the target's body.
Gravity ball enter within the open mouth of the surprised target.
Explosion.
*KA-BOOOOOOOOOOM!*
Self thrown into the air. Damage negated by Aura.
Turn fall into roll. Turn the roll into hiding behind nearest cover, a high chunk of broken building.
Peak out of cover.
Primary target confirmed headless.
Odds of survival: extremely low.
… Odds of survival considering previous survival: Too High.
Conclusion: assurance required.
Self get out of cover, bring Black Hole grenade in hand. Activate it.
Throw at the primary target.
Result: complete disintegration of primary mission objective.
Conclusion… Satisfaction.
HUNK released a breath.
Let go of his semblance.
Then he quickly eliminated the remaining infected, checked on the laptop he had hidden nearby, and nodded in satisfaction at seeing it undamaged.
His radio began beeping.
He activated it.
"Status update, agent HUNK." came the voice of Commander Aeon.
HUNK smiled.
"All Mission objectives successfully achieved, Commander."
He looked at the hole that was all that remained of Alex Wesker.
"The mission is a success."
-
Two days later.
"Hey! Claire!"
"Moira!"
Claire hugged Moira, while around them the party full of important TerraSave agents and executives continued on, gentle music filling the air amidst various conversations, before Claire smiled at the younger woman. "So, how are things for you? Your training going well at ISIS's HQ?"
Moira grinned, and gave her a salute. "Reporting for duty, Miss Redfield. When do the hazings start?"
Claire snorted. "Cut it out. We've been friends for how long now? And if you want hazing, expect it from Aeon. I'm sure he's got a few horrible simulations ready."
Moira shuddered. "Please don't remind me, I recently went through one. I somehow ended up on an island full of infected with no weapons but what I could scavenge, all of them still using bullets mind you, while infected myself with a virus which would mutate if I felt too much fear, and a bracelet from a completely psychotic woman who regularly spewed loads of bullshit while trying to be mysterious. Oh, and I had a bunch of other survivors with me in the same state, with me having to try and save both myself and the others."
She shook her head. "It was some real horror movie crap, and I just barely managed to get a win by surviving until the end of the scenario. And I was the sole survivor of the group, mind you."
Claire raised an eyebrow, though on the inside she couldn't help but mentally think back on the recent events in ISIS involving a surviving Wesker and a new virus known as T-Phobos all taking place in a remote island…
Yeah, that was most likely a what-if recent plot if it hadn't been foiled before it could even begin.
She wondered if Aeon was going to make her go through the same simulation, if adapted for a Huntress like herself…
She paused, feeling someone come close behind her.
"Psst, Claire?" She turned, glancing at Neil Fisher, leader of TerraSave who quickly mentioned he wanted to talk to her alone.
"Could you, huh…"
She nodded, waving at Moira who smiled and stepped back, while Claire followed behind Neil.
"Something's going on in Washington. Did you hear anything?" he asked.
She frowned. "What, the new virus? Come on, you know that Tricell is history, right?"
Neil opened a file he held in his arms, glancing at whatever was written there with a slight frown.
She blinked. "Hey, Neil?"
He looked up, before pointing at Moira. "Hey, that's Barry Burton's girl, right? New soldier of ISIS, one of your friends?"
Claire turned and smiled while looking at Moira speaking with a few TerraSave agents.
"Yup, Moira joined not that long ago, but she's showing promise already as far as I understand it."
She looked back at Neil. "But try not to mention her father. He's not too happy his eldest daughter joined the fight against B.O.W's."
"I know, even I heard of how protective the man can be." he replied, chuckling.
"Okay, you did your homework." she acknowledged. She tried to grab the files he was holding. "What other horrible invasion of privacy you've got hidden in there?"
Neil closed the files and pulled his hand back, keeping them out of her reach.
"Hey, I gotta look out for TerraSave. We have our enemies." he quickly said.
He nodded towards Moira. "Either way, I'm glad to know the next generation is willing to continue the fight of the old one. Even if that doesn't mean as much with life-extension technologies."
He looked ready to leave… Except a commotion near the doors grabbed everyone's attention.
For a moment, there was silence… And then whispers broke out in the crowd as Aeon, flanked by several ISIS soldiers armed to the teeth, entered the room and made an immediate beeline for them.
At her side, Neil frowned heavily, taking a step forward and opening his mouth-
Only to be interrupted by Aeon.
"Neil Fisher, you are under arrest. Your crimes are too many to count right now, but begins with nothing short of high treason against the USA by collaborating with a known internationally-hunted criminal."
Silence fell across the room as shock rippled across all present… Or should she say, most present.
Claire merely put a tight grip on Neil's shoulder and scowled at him. She'd been waiting for this moment for years now, even as she dreaded it as well. "I wouldn't try anything if I were you. Trust me, you're already in deep enough shit as it is."
Neil sent her a shocked look. "What? Claire, what's going on?"
"I'd like to know too, if possible." declared Moira, frowning hard as she came closer. Then her eyes found Aeon's, and she straightened, her frown fading slightly, replaced with a slight blush. "Sir."
"Moira." nodded Aeon in greetings, before he looked back at Neil.
"This man is a traitor twice over. First, by collaborating with Alex Wesker, sister of the infamous Albert Wesker, the original mastermind behind the recent events in Africa." he loudly declared, whispers breaking out across the room as everyone reacted in shock at the news. And considering that the leader of ISIS himself was making the accusation, few if any doubted the truth of it. "And secondly, by being the secret protege of the old leader of the FBC, his heir, now trying to recreate the FBC by doing the exact same thing his mentor did: deliberately empowering a bio-terrorist in order to accumulate power for his own agenda."
"And what proof do you have of all of that?" questioned Neil, and Claire could almost respect the way he stood unflinching even as his world had to be crumbling down around him.
Almost. Because the accusations were not over yet, she knew.
Aeon gave a sharp, cold grin. "A few days ago, ISIS attacked the little known Sein Island in force."
This time, Claire saw the way that Neil blanched slightly, and Aeon's cold grin grew. "Here, Alex Wesker had been working on creating a new virus, one causing extreme mutations once triggered by people infected experiencing a certain amount of fear: The T-Phobos virus."
Moira inhaled sharply as she began to understand where the scenario of the recent simulation she went through came from.
Meanwhile, the whispers in the background grew louder.
"Almost all people present in the island had already been infected, and Alex Wesker stood tall in a tower created by the locals manipulated into believing her benevolent before she decided to eliminate them. In that tower, horrific experiments took place. But one of our agents was able to infiltrate it, gather a great deal of data, and kill Alex Wesker. And amongst the data recovered, we found her plan… and the name of the man who was going to help her accomplish that."
He stepped forward, closing in on Neil, and looked at him coldly.
"Alex Wesker needed new test subjects for a grand experiment in order to create a breakthrough in her research. Those test subjects-" Faster than he could react, Aeon took the files out of Neil's hands, and held them up for all to see.
Specifically, he held up the list of names for all to see. "-are several people present here tonight, that were meant to be kidnapped and sedated, brought to the island and infected with the virus, before being tormented, until death if necessary, in order to try and create the results that Wesker required."
Neil glared at Aeon, while around them the crowd went from shocked to horrified and furious.
Claire glanced at Moira, whose body was frozen stiff as she stared in shocked horror at her own name beneath that of Claire on the list.
Aeon smiled darkly at Neil. "That agent also found a letter written by your own hand, where you go on to explain that you were Director Lansdale's protegee, and that you would see the FBC restored under your command while using the threat of Alex Wesker as a catalyst for its rebirth. A letter addressed to a number of your fellow conspirators who will find themselves arrested tonight as well, so don't worry, your entire group will rejoin you in prison with your mentor."
By that point, Neil's face was so emotionless that it looked carved from stone, but Claire could feel him shaking with rage and despair.
"The world needed more protectors!" finally said Neil, all but damning himself by acknowledging the situation like this. "Lansdale was right! Humanity needs an organization like the FBC to keep monsters like Wesker in check!"
Claire thought she saw a flash of pity in Aeon's eyes, but it was gone too fast for her to be certain.
"If this-" Aeon waved the files around "-is any indication, the world will be better off without someone like you holding power over the future. You and your mentor forgot that when you fight monsters, you must be careful not to become one of them yourself. You've gazed into the abyss too long, Neil Fisher, and now it wears your face. And so here we stand, with you becoming just another threat to the people of Earth."
Neil's face twisted angrily. "ISIS may have protected the world well, but there will be more tragedies! Even you can't be everywhere!"
"That's what the BSAA is for. They have proven themselves a valuable ally in the fight against bio-terrorism over the years under the leadership of Director O'Brian. Meanwhile, both you and your mentor are the same kind of men: the smart ones, who nonetheless aren't anywhere as smart as they think themselves to be."
"And what's that supposed to mean?!" growled Neil.
This time, there was no missing the pity in Aeon's eyes.
"Your plan would have never worked. It wouldn't even have gotten off the ground. Alex Wesker had planned to kill you pretty much the moment you would have set foot on her island. In the end, you would have created a threat the world would never have been ready for, for you would have been dead to warn anyone about it until it was far too late."
Neil froze.
Aeon shook his head slightly. "The path to hell is paved with good intentions… and you rushed headlong upon it, so certain were you that everything was going to go according to your own plan. But in the end, the only fate which would have awaited you and countless others would have been a horrible death at the hand of the very monster you would have helped create."
Aeon stared at the frozen man with visible pity.
"At least now you'll be alive to think over all the lives you could have endangered in your folly. Soldiers, take him away. We're done here."
Neil didn't resist as several ISIS soldiers escorted him away, looking too stunned at the realization that he could have doomed everything to really care about anything else.
Claire had had so many words she had wanted to say to him… But in the end, she said nothing, and looked at him being escorted out with a hollow feeling of sadness. Neil had been leading TerraSave for years, did a lot of good with it, helped countless people… And yet, this was how it all ended.
What was there left to say, at this point?
"Well, that was… Something." finally said Moira, looking rather stunned and horrified both.
Aeon gave her a sympathetic smile. "Not the way you thought this night was going to end up like, heh?"
"That's…" she shook her head. "That's putting it mildly. Did you ever have a night go in ways so beyond all your expectations, Commander?"
Aeon's eyes seemed to gleam unnaturally for a second. "Oh, trust me, I most definitely know a thing or two on the matter…"
He then glanced at Claire, dark eyes showing his concern for her, and she could only give him a weak smile in return.
"I'm glad all of this is over, but…"
He nodded in understanding. "But you've known him and worked for him for years, and even knowing who he was all this time, it doesn't make it easy. I understand."
She sighed. "Yeah."
She looked at the list that Aeon still held. At the horrors that Neil, a man she otherwise would have considered a dear friend, would have subjected her to if he had had the chance.
Once again, she considered how different things could have been without Aeon and the other gods in her life. Here, on Earth, protecting them all…
She glanced at Moira, and wondered at what fate would have awaited her in that potential world where Neil hadn't been stopped.
"I guess… I'm just learning to see a bit more clearly." She said softly.
Aeon hugged her.
She hugged him back tightly, taking in the scent of moonlight, blood, and flowers that was always clinging to him.
Then she glanced at Moira and smiled. "Come on, group hug."
Claire's mood went up slightly at the sudden blush on the younger woman's face as she threw a wild-eyed look at Aeon. "No, no, It's good, it's just me potentially being kidnapped and held hostage in some psycho's island full of monsters while being infected with a mutagenic virus and- I'm not making things better, am I?" she finished, after babbling for a while.
"Not really, no." said Claire with amusement.
"Do I need to make it an order, soldier?" said Aeon, raising an eyebrow at Moira.
The young woman flushed, but jerked a nod. "N-no, sir."
She slowly, but surely accepted the group hug.
Claire relaxed. She was safe, Moira was safe, she was in her boyfriend's arms, everything was fine.
"Holy shit those muscles…"
Claire smirked.
"Moira?"
There was a second of silence.
"I didn'yt say that out loud. I'm begging you, please tell me I didn't say that out loud." whispered Moira, horror in her voice.
"You did." replied Aeon, a very wide smirk on his face.
Moira buried her face in Aeon's long coat.
"Fuck it, bring on the island of psycho and monsters, I want to dieeee!"
Claire laughed. Despite everything, every monster and evil she had seen… She was so glad to be alive, and with people like those two to remind her that everything was not about horrors and betrayal in the world.
Also, Moira was adorable when flustered.
She shared a grin with Aeon. She needed something to take her mind off things tonight, and while sex woud do great later… Well.
She had a blushing friend to gleefully tease right now!
"Hey Moira, are you going to keep groping my boyfriend?"
Moira jerked back while blushing brightly, babbling so fast Claire could barely understand her.
Ah yes. Perfection.
-
A.N: Alright! Here is the next chapter in which we take care of Resident Evil Revelations 2!
Which includes a sex scene! Pretty quick one, but my beta reader convinced me that it has been a while since the last smut scene, so here it is.
Also, a lot of differences compared to the canon plot, the greatest of which is that the events of the game just never took place at all.
Aeon quite literally threw a man known for his 100% mission success rate at Alex Wesker, empowered by Aura and semblance and the best equipment possible.
The result really was to be expected. Also, yes, sneaking in the tower really seems as simple as getting in the sewers and killing everything in there. I'm not sure if Alex Wesker thought that the B.O.W's found there would be enough to deal with any intruders, but needless to say, that didn't work out great for her.
And I'm still not sure if I should make HUNK a Hunter or not. He really would be amazing, after all…
As for Moira, well Aeon's presence in her life changed her in various ways. The fact that she embraced her skills in battle being the greatest. In canon, it took Claire almost dying and being stuck on an island full of infected with only the old man for company to get her to truly embrace her martial skills, here all it took was being close to Aeon and co. So there she goes, straight to ISIS.
And yes, Claire is essentially the dedicated spy amongst the Hunters. You wouldn't think of her as the person for the job, which just makes it better. After all, this is someone who did succeed in infiltrating various Umbrella bases on her own post-Raccoon City, so she's certainly got the natural talent for it…
Still, with all that being said, I hope you all enjoyed this update! Next time, at long last, the only remaining game of this jump: RE6!