The agent sank into the freezing water once more, running his eyes down the huge, deep pool. He now had to swim at least 150 meters to the other end of the pool without surfacing once.

He propelled his body forward, arms and legs bound, but moving relatively faster than in any other session he had ever done.

He wasn't often short of air anymore, but he could never completely count on it. He never knew how things would be with Hunk.

He reached the other end of the pool, lifted his head out of the water and took a deep breath, before diving in once more and starting to swim towards the bottom of the pool.

A small iron weight with a small compartment was on the bottom. All he had to do was to bring the weight to the surface.

Opening his mouth, the agent held the light weight with his teeth, deftly turned his body and propelled himself upwards, back to the surface.

As soon as the weight made contact with the air, the small compartment opened and a small, finger-sized blade came out of the weight and fell into the water.

The agent sank back down after taking another deep breath. In the water, he turned his body and took the small blade in his hand, cutting the ropes that bound his wrists and then his legs.

Without rising to the surface, he swims to another point in the pool and opens a suitcase at the bottom. From inside, he takes out a tactical rifle with a silencer and laser sight.

Placing his feet on the bottom of the pool, he propels himself forward and swims at great speed to another spot, this one marked with a red ribbon just at the edge of the pool at least 100 meters from where he was standing.

The air was getting short, and he hurried his movements. A moment later he rose to the surface and deftly climbed out of the pool, kneeling on one leg and pointing his rifle at a target in front of him, where he fired, hitting the target dead on.

The clock on his wrist stopped ticking, and he clicked his tongue in frustration that he had not been fast enough.

The agent shook his head and stood up, catching a glimpse of Hunk approaching at a leisurely pace.

"Three minutes and seven seconds..." Hunk began, his voice slightly muffled due to his mask. "It's still not perfect, but I have to admit, you're improving fast." He said, crossing his arms.

The agent wipes the excess water off his face and takes a deep breath, feeling his body shaking from the cold water.

Well, at least he wasn't in danger of freezing to death...unlike his endurance training.

"Get back in position, let's try again. Focus agent." Hunk said, turning and walking away from the agent, who also turns and walks toward the point that marked the position in which he was to remain.

His arms were already aching and those clothes were irritating his skin. He didn't know how many times he had already repeated that training session, but he knew that it had been at least three hours since it had begun.

And it didn't look like it would end any time soon.

The guards accompanying the training left all the equipment in its respective places and quickly left the water when they were finished.

Taking a few breaths when a guard finished tying both his hands and his feet, the agent waited patiently for the starting signal. His blue eyes, now slightly red, looked toward Hunk, who gave the signal.

Without thinking of anything but the goal, the agent jumps head first into the water, and begins to do the training all over again.


Literally a few minutes after his underwater training, the agent was already running on the sand of the beach with all his military equipment. Running was one of the things he did most in those two months.

He was running as fast as he could, the clock was against him. His eyes were heavy, his vision was slightly blurred, and he could barely feel his legs. But he still kept going.

His heart was still beating strongly, his fatigue was present, but never to the point of making him collapse by the end of the training.

Gritting his teeth as he gasped, the agent jumped up and began to climb a rope to the top of a tower made of wood. The obstacle course had arrived.

From the top of the tower he takes a zip line that leads him up a muddy lake to just above his waist. Hunk followed him from a distance, attentive, and as always, with his arms crossed, always reminding him of the hand on the clock, always reminding him not to stop.

That's what he always said, don't stop. If it doesn't suck, we don't do it.

Once he was out of the mud pond, he had to again jump and now go through an obstacle of monkey bars, dodging the rubber shots what the guards were shooting in his direction. Or at least trying to.

Stepping off the monkey bars, he takes the rifle in his hand and starts running through the obstacles, jumping and letting himself slide along the ground while at the same time shooting at targets that randomly appeared in front of him. Next to the targets, civilians. His decision had to be quick, precise, and a single mistake would result in his death, or the death of some civilian.

Whether by the hands of the terrorists they were targeting, or by his own after mistaking a frightened civilian for an enemy.

He had no idea how many times he had already failed at that obstacle. And frankly, he didn't care.

As he always did when he was focused on something, he cared only about the accomplishment. The end was all that mattered.

Letting himself slide under yet another obstacle, he quickly stood up, threw his body forward, and rolled over a small metal box.

Before he could even touch the ground, he raised his military rifle and fired at the two targets ahead, continuing to run up the inclined wall and past the first obstacle.

The next was the spider wall, one of the most difficult for him, but which with time, almost became a natural.

Still... he was still not good enough.

At the end of the course, he knelt on one leg, panting, and watched as Hunk approached.

"...Seventeen seconds faster than last week...but thirty-six seconds too slow." Hunk said, and Leon lowered his head, locking his jaw.

Still too slow.


The loud noise did not bother the agent, the strong wind that shook his hair violently was ignored with all his concentration. His blue eyes stared at the small red dot miles away.

He looks to the side and checks the pilot of that plane. Then he moves his eyes to Hunk, who was finishing checking something with the pilot.

Hunk moved closer and leaned in beside Leon, without taking his eyes off the agent.

"Armaments!" He shouted.

"A Glock 19 9mm with an elongated mag! Forty-five rounds! Primary weapon, an M4A1 with monolithic suppressor and optical sight, 60 round clip! 120 bullets! Two remote explosives and flash grenades!" The agent shouted back.

"Objective!" Hunk ordered.

"Get in and out! Infiltrate into enemy territory, rescue the samples in compound B, and get out to the extraction point!" Hunk confirmed, nodding his head.

"Forty-five minutes! In and out! Go!" he shouted, and the agent immediately jumped out of the plane.

The wind was whipping hard in his face, and the small point marked on the ground was not approaching fast enough. His heart was pounding, and in his mind echoed only the ticking of a clock.

Still in the air, he looked at his watch, every second was valuable, and in a moment he found himself glued to the movement of the clock hands.

The noise around him was muffled, and it was as if he had entered a space of his own.

The hand made one complete turn, and it was then that the agent pulled the cord of his parachute, returning to reality in a snap of a finger.

Twenty-two seconds to landing. One second later than he had anticipated.

He landed at the bright red spot marked on the ground and dropped his parachute, starting to run towards his goal immediately.

The forest was bumpy, the ravine was fragile, but his training allowed him to get through the place with great skill and speed, his mind working fast at visualizing the terrain and choosing the best choices.

The goal was at least four kilometers (2.4 miles) away from where he landed, his equipment was heavy, but nothing that months of training couldn't get him used to.

Minutes passed, and he soon saw his goal. An entrance to an underground cavern, training dummies scattered with laser-sighted weapons next to cameras.

If he was detected, the device attached to his chest would beep and glow red, resulting in a failed mission. He needed to be silent, fast, and deadly.

Four minutes and thirty-seven seconds earlier than anticipated, good.

The agent slid down the hill and hid behind a small pile of boxes that were lying around, something that should signal as contraband.

The agent leaned his body up and observed the situation. There were two targets ahead, targets that served as enemies.

There was a sniper over the cave, and right behind him, smoke.

The agent, still down, decided to go around the place and flank the sniper, approaching from behind the target and disabling the attached camera, signaling that he had taken out an enemy.

Turning around, he observed where the smoke was coming from, and there was a small opening that led into the cave.

He could enter from above rather than from the front, which would certainly draw more attention.

The agent leaned forward and narrowed his eyes slightly because of the smoke, and as soon as he could see that it was possible to go down that way, he took a small grappling hook from his military utility belt (the same one he uses in RE 4), stuck it in the ground as firmly as he could and threw himself through the hole.

He descended slowly, scanning the place even with the smoke.

Raising his rifle, he shoots the first two targets he had seen. The bullets were rubber and only knocked out the targets, but it was enough for William and the others watching to know that one more target had been eliminated.

The agent put both feet on the ground and retracted the grappling hook, putting it back on his belt.

Ahead was the entrance to the cave, to the right a single path that he tried to follow.

Eliminating one more target, he turned to the left and ran his eyes over the open area inside the cave.

There was a large iron gate ahead. Just above it was a control tower. From a distance he could see a lever that was probably used to open the gate with two targets next to it.

Below, some targets. He would have to be careful, because if he eliminated one target within sight of others, the lasers would activate and he would run a great risk of being spotted.

First, he raised his rifle and eliminated the two targets in the observation tower. Then he picked up a flash grenade and threw it in the middle of the targets.

As soon as the grenade went off, he knew that the cameras would be a bit jammed for a few moments, and he quickly came out of hiding, shooting at the targets and knocking them down at great speed.

Once all the targets in sight were on the ground, he again grabbed the grappling hook from his belt and threw it at the observation tower window.

After realizing that he had been steady enough, the agent began to climb up the rope until he reached the window bars.

From his back pouch he takes a small tool, something like a small blowtorch, and cuts through some of the bars, knocking them to the ground below him.

After that he takes a small diamond knife, made with the intention of cutting glass without making any kind of noise. It was handy, even though it was expensive to produce.

The agent entered the tower and quickly made his way to the door, which he slowly opened and ran his eyes down the stairs that led to a white corridor.

He descended the steps slowly, and once he reached the base of the stairs, he scanned the corridor ahead.

There was a door on both the right and the left of the corridor that led to research rooms or something of that sort. He didn't care. What did matter, however, were the targets present inside each room.

He moved to the right and, leaning his body to the side, he shot all the targets he saw, at great speed, giving no time for the lasers to find him, much less the alarm to sound.

After making sure he had no other targets in the room or nearby, he continued down the hall. There was no reason to eliminate the targets in the other room.

After passing through one more door, he passes through a long corridor that was divided into three parts. The right was where the rooms should be. The front was the way he should go, and the left was for places like the cafeteria and others.

He continued forward, passing through the door and following the corridor, eliminating all the targets he thought necessary to continue without being seen.

However, at a certain moment, after entering another room, he saw another target rising from behind a desk a few steps beside him, and in reflex, he fired.

The device on his chest beeped, and soon, the agent grumbled loudly when he saw that he had shot a civilian.

His radio signaled life, and he quickly took it in his hand.

"Sir." He was the first to say, shaking his head as he looked at the fallen target.

"Report, agent." Hunk ordered, and the agent clicked his tongue.

"I shot a civilian, sir." The agent explained, placing the rifle on the table and running a hand through his hair, trying not to look at his reflection in the glass ahead.

God, he had deep circles under his eyes.

"I saw it on camera, agent. What did you do wrong?" Hunk asked.

"I...I acted before I thought. I couldn't find the balance between the two at that time. I couldn't hold my trigger finger." The agent replied, and for a few moments, Hunk remained silent.

"Okay, agent, if it were up to me, you wouldn't have failed the mission." Hunk said after a while, causing the agent to stare for a few moments at the radio in his hand. "The death of that civilian was an accident, but the kind that happens all the time in this line of work. Whether it's a simple police job, a S.W.A.T mission, or fighting Umbrella. Like it or not, you're going to have to deal with it." Hunk said, and the agent sighed at the information.

He knew that.

"However, this mission needs to be perfect. William wants as much focus as possible on this final line since I will be returning to the battlefield soon and will no longer be able to assist in your training. So go back, think about what you can do better, and try again. We will not return to base until you have that completed. Got it?" Hunk asked, and the agent picked up his rifle again.

"Yes, sir." He replied, walking back down the hallway.

"Do you need to change armaments?"

"No, sir. Just resupply."


Walter carefully carried the small vial containing an orange liquid inside through the corridors of the facility. He had finally managed to produce samples that could finally be used, provided they were carefully and in small quantities.

Just as William had requested.

Walter sighed slightly before entering William's office, and as soon as he entered, he alternated his gaze between William and Hunk, who was sitting in a chair opposite the desk Wesker was using.

"Ah, Doctor Walter, just in time." William said, arms behind his back and, as always, wearing his usual sunglasses.

That was somewhat intriguing. Walter had never seen William's eyes, but from what he had told him, his eyes were not similar to human eyes.

"I came as fast as I could, sir." Walter said, approaching, looking at Hunk shortly after. "Hunk." He greeted, receiving a nod from the agent.

"Doctor Walter." Hunk greeted back.

"So... let's settle things." William said, turning to Hunk. "I may not have followed your training due to some problems with a virus that hit a small rural area of central America, but, I read your report." William began, and Walter sat down in a chair a few steps beside Hunk.

"I admit that Agent 06 exceeded my expectations. No matter if he had potential, he wouldn't have progressed this far if you hadn't taught him well." William leaned on the table. "But as skilled as he is, he needs... more experience. What he went through in Raccoon City proved that he has what it takes to take on similar creatures. The mission that was assigned to you...I was thinking of sending him along. Do you think he's ready?" William asked, and Hunk remained quiet for a moment, his head lowered, seeming to think.

"Sir... I have witnessed his evolution personally. I would say he would be able to accomplish a mission of this level on his own. Yes, for small missions, he is ready." William nodded, apparently satisfied with the answer.

"Good. Walter..." The doctor placed the small vial on the table, attracting William's attention.

"I was able to come up with a pleasing result. Unfortunately, most of the animals that were tested with it ended up dying. But, there were a few subjects that managed to survive." Walter said, placing a folder on the table and opening it.

The first thing that appeared were some pictures of the dead animals. All of them had suffered some kind of mutation. But that was not what William was interested in.

Walter picked up some photos of the surviving subjects. Three rabbits, and a single mouse. William looked at the photos. All had also mutated in some way, but not as grotesquely or intensely as the previous subjects.

"All the survivors had a mass growth of more than fifteen percent. The rabbits jumped faster and were stronger, as well as having an almost insatiable hunger. Their instincts improved exponentially. But the interesting thing is that, unlike the other subjects, they did not behave violently. Despite the changes, they remained behaving just like rabbits." Walter explained, taking a tablet from his small bag and placing it on the table, showing a video of one of his assistants feeding the rabbits normally.

"Hm... you were having trouble with that a while back. What did you do to accomplish this?" William asked, watching the video.

"I injected small amounts of the modified blood from Agent 06 each week into each subject, and then applied the stimulant." Walter explained.

"What about the rat?" Hunk asked, to the doctor's surprise.

"The rat, like rabbits, acts normally. However, in his case, his speed has increased exponentially. He can get through his cage in a matter of a second or two." Walter of that, switching the video on the tablet.

The rat had also grown, and the video clearly shows the moment when one of Walter's assistants throws food into one corner of the cage with the rat in the opposite corner, and at which point the rat crossed the cage so fast that they almost couldn't see.

"That's amazing... and worrying." Hunk said, arms crossed. It was not a secret to anyone there that he was totally against those experiments.

Saying it, it was too dangerous, and those viruses were not things that should be treated as a joke.

"Well... maybe it would be, but I assume that these subjects have at most a few more days to live. The virus is attacking and devouring the foreign cells. All things considered, it doesn't work in ordinary humans. But there is a 77.7% chance that it will work in Agent 06. The effect should last between seven and ten days, and it shouldn't take long to show itself." Walter said, hiding the fact that he drastically decreased the amount of G used in the dosages. If it had any side effects on Agent 06's body, it would be times less worrisome.

"That's good enough. Hunk, you will go to Central America tomorrow, get things ready. Leon will accompany you in nine days." William said, and after a nod, Hunk stood up.

"One day before the mission. Right, sir. Doctor." He nodded lightly to Walter, before walking out of the office.

"Walter, apply the dosage to Agent 06 later today, at the end of his training. I want a frequent dosage every ten to twelve days." William said, and already expecting something like that, Walter nods.

"Yes, sir." Walter stood up and nodded, muttering a "excuse me" just before he left.


Agent 06 dragged himself through the corridors of the facility. His body ached and he was already tired. He couldn't wait to fall into his bed and sleep.

The thing about that training is that the use of herbs was extremely limited. In the first month, he took an herbal mixture every seven days. In the second, only every fourteen days, and so on went down.

To his misfortune, at that moment he could only take one dose of herbal mixture in two months. According to Hunk, he could not get used to something like this, he should let his body heal itself.

And, well, it wasn't exactly a problem. Due to the use of herbs, the training, and the examinations, his natural regeneration had increased.

A sigh escaped his lips. He would have to wake up early tomorrow, the training would go through another change again. According to Hunk, it would get even harder, as he would learn a range of skills and control new weapons and vehicles.

Well, at least he would get a full night's sleep. Four months ago he slept no more than four hours a day. Twenty hours of pure physical training... he seriously wondered how he survived.

But like it or not, it changed him. He starved, suffered from dehydration, bled every minute, dealt with extreme temperatures, where he thought he would either freeze to death or die of heatstroke. From temperatures of -15 degrees to almost 50 degrees.

That was not only a physical training, an endurance training. No, it was also mental training, and he saw how necessary this was.

After a few minutes of walking, he reached the B-32 medical ward, and saw Walter with his head down, massaging his temples.

He hadn't noticed him there yet, so the agent knocked three times on the open door before entering, causing Walter to raise his head, surprised.

"Ah, agent. Christ, I didn't even see the time pass. Come in." Walter said, getting up from his chair and stretching.

He looked tired.

"Is everything all right, doc?" The agent asked, a neutral tone, but one that contained a bit of concern deep inside. He wouldn't say he was Walter's friend, friend was too strong a word, but he certainly had a certain friendly relationship.

"Yeah, yeah, I just... I'm tired, I haven't slept well in over a week." Walter said. "But, well, I guess I shouldn't complain. Do you even sleep?" He asked with a small smile, and the agent sat down in the chair he tilted.

"Sometimes." The agent replied. "You called me four days earlier than usual." He said, and Walter shook his head, placing some things on a tray beside the agent.

The agent looked at it with a certain... suspicion, trying to understand exactly what it was. Some cotton wool, a bottle with a reddish-orange liquid, and some syringes.

It was rather obvious that Walter would inject him with this stuff. Now, what exactly was it?

"William has asked me to administer a type of stimulant with your blood, with your modified G-virus as the main ingredient." Walter explained, pulling the liquid from inside the vial into the syringe. "As you know, Agent, the G-virus works together with your adrenaline, that being the reason you can perform actions that would shut down a normal person's body. The initial idea was to amplify those effects and your attributes without the help of adrenaline, making you into basically a supersoldier." Walter said, now standing next to Leon, looking him deep in the eyes.

"That's the first dose, for an ordinary human this is deadly, but for you, maybe nothing much will happen." Walter said, and Leon darkened his expression, almost intimidating.

"Maybe?"

Walter sighed.

"...William wants me to apply it to you every ten days. We don't know what effects it might have on your body." He explained. "Look, between you and me, I lower the dosage of G used to create this without William knowing. This virus is not something that can be treated lightly, even in an almost insignificant amount. I used an amount that I think your body will be able to handle but..." He stopped talking and the agent sighed, leaning his head back in his chair.

"... Okay. Do it." He said, and Walter, despite the go-ahead, didn't for a few moments, still wondering if that was really a good idea.

Well... so be it.

Without further thought, Walter injected the stimulant into the agent's vein.

He removed the syringe from the agent's arm and leaned back in his chair, waiting for something. The effects on the subjects were almost immediate and noticeable, and now he didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing if the same thing happened to the agent.

Seconds went by, the agent still kept his eyes closed, and the doctor was already getting a little nervous.

Minutes passed, and the agent could no longer sit still, sleep was knocking at the door.

He opened his eyes and looked at the place where Walter had injected the stimulant. He felt nothing but a certain warmth coursing through his body.

It was as if something was alive and coursing through his veins, until finally it reached his heart, and the feeling stopped.

Walter looked at him almost with a certain expectation to be confirmed, and the agent just looked at him inexpressively.

"Well? What do you feel?" The doctor asked.

"... Nothing." The agent replied, to the doctor's confusion. "At first I... I felt as if something warm ran through my veins, coursed through my body... but then I felt nothing more." The agent said, and Walter blinked in some confusion.

Nothing? Well, he couldn't say he didn't think of that possibility, he just didn't think that chances as small as that would actually happen.

"Well, maybe... maybe we should wait a while. Maybe, because your body is stronger, it won't act that fast." Walter said, watching the agent stand up, just before he walked at a quick pace toward his desk, picked up his notebook, and wrote something on the blank paper.

"If you say so, doctor. I just hope I don't wake up with an extra arm or claws in place of fingernails." The agent said, a bit of irony with a fund of truth.

"I wouldn't make such an ugly mistake... I don't think you need to worry about that happening." Walter said. "But just in case, I will activate the cameras in your room. I will ask some of my assistants to monitor you. Please put on the bracelet." Walter ordered, and after sighing slightly, the agent walks over to the next closet and picks up a bracelet with a small glass ball in it.

As soon as he put it on, the glass ball lit up green, indicating that he was free of mutations. Should he suffer anything, change anything in his being, the ball would glow orange and/or red and issue an alert to both all the medical wards and William's office.

"If you don't mind, doc, I'm going to go to my room. I'll see you later." The agent said, not waiting for a response and heading for the exit of the room.

"No problem. A good rest to you." Walter spoke, being alone in his own thoughts and theories as the door closed.


The day arrived. The agent naturally woke up at the same time as usual. His body was used to always waking up at 5:30. Thirty minutes before the time he was scheduled to wake up.

Normally, he went to the training camp after eating and watched the sea until it was time. It was a little moment to himself.

William knew this, he had seen it more than once, and although he thought the blond could use that time to train even more, he let him have that moment of peace. It was good to have a rested mind for the full and cruel day.

He got out of bed and went to the bathroom. His eyes soon fell on his arm.

He didn't feel anything different, and soon, he just assumed that that stimulant didn't have the intended effect.

Still, he kept one foot back. Walter was a good doctor, but also a good scientist. He didn't usually get anything wrong. If William wanted results, Walter would give them.

Well, there was nothing he could do about it now, so he left his room after he finished getting ready and walked to the cafeteria.


The agent now stared at the scene below him. Hunk had gotten some information about a suspected terrorist group that he had had his eye on for some time.

Apparently, this group had bought a remote beachfront inn in that region. Perfect place to conduct their tests with whatever virus or biological weapon they have on them.

Their job was quite simple. Go in, eliminate any hostile forces inside, rescue any civilians that were still alive, and get the information they had. And if there was any kind of virus around, destroy everything and anything related or infected.

His blue eyes looked over the terrain, it was night time but he could already see the lights in the distance, they were already arriving.

The helicopter began to slow down and descend, bringing the agent out of his thoughts, taking a deep breath and checking his equipment.

He was wearing a set of black tactical clothing, a ballistic vest with small compartments for ammunition and grenades. A rear pouch with any other necessary utensils with external pockets for two herbal mixtures just in case.

His rifle was an M4A1 with an elongated clip, a red dot sight and silencer. On his right thigh a SIG sauer P226 pistol and a Desert Eagle on his left thigh. And just like Hunk, he had a black mask on his head.

The helicopter landed and Hunk signaled for him to activate his earpiece as the two exited the vehicle.

"Okay, officer. This is going to be totally different from training. Don't do anything unless I tell you to, be careful, and stay alert. I wouldn't have brought you in if I didn't know you were capable, but one mistake, and you can fuck this mission up. Watch what I do and try to learn from it. Got it?" Hunk instructed, and the agent gave a brief nod.

"Yes, sir!" He replied, and with a simple nod, both agents began to move through the darkness of the forest as the helicopter took off.

Soon, the earpiece of the two squeaked.

"Reaper and agent, come in." A male voice made itself present on the other end of the line. Hunk's assistant.

"Reaper here. We're approaching the scene." Hunk said, moving deftly through the forest. Even with that mask, it seemed he could see everything in front of him clear as day. The agent, however, was not far behind.

"Good. We have the satellite images. The enemy has set up surveillance over the walls of the inn, they have soldiers almost everywhere. We suspect they are using the underground part of the inn as a temporary laboratory, that is where they took and are still taking the kidnapped people." The man said, and the agent slowed down when Hunk signaled.

The two began to approach slowly, observing the situation ahead.

From his waistband, Hunk pulled out a pair of binoculars while the agent behind him kept watch.

The agent, even without binoculars, could see the enemy over the walls, on certain floors of the inn, and on the terrace. In front of the gate, two soldiers were guarding the place.

It was already known to the local population that the road to the inn was under maintenance, a lie orchestrated by these terrorists, so it was quite unlikely that anyone would wander there, especially at that time of night.

"Any updates?" Hunk asked.

"Ah, some. We were able to discover what appears to be the beginnings of an organization in which this group has made contact. It's an organization that started out hidden somewhere in Africa and moved through Europe. We only got one name, and it is used only once. Veltro." The assistant said, and Hunk lowered his binoculars.

"Veltro? Were you able to find out what they are planning?"

"No. Like I said, new group, or very well hidden. Just something about 'infect as fast as possible'. Suggest anything?" The assistant asked.

"Negative." Hunk replied, raising his binoculars again. "I see an entrance to the underground on the ground floor. But it has a lot of guards."

"To the left there should be another entrance. Or rather, emergency exit. To your misfortune, there are cameras there and it is also being watched by guards." The assistant said, and Hunk looked to the left.

The agent tilted his torso slightly to the side, looking in the same direction. And even though he was far away, he could see two guards carrying what appeared to be a body in their arms.

"I see the place. Two of them are going to a door in the left corner of the wall, probably dumping the body outside." Hunk said. "Two other guards guard the door from the inside, and a sniper has a wide view of both the inside and outside."

"Well, do what you do best." The assistant said. "Oh, just one thing. William wants you to eliminate all the enemies. He doesn't want any of them to stay alive." The assistant said, and the two agents were silent for a few moments.

"And tell the agent I wished him good luck on his first mission. Jake out."

Hunk lowered the binoculars and put it back on his belt, nodding briefly to the agent.

"You heard him. Are you ready for this, agent?" Hunk asked, a way of making sure, seeing if the agent was ready to use everything he had learned up to that point.

Without hesitation.

And so the agent nodded.

"Good. That's our entrance." Hunk said, and the two began to move through the forest.

After they got close enough, the two stopped and analyzed the situation.

The sniper was standing in a makeshift guard tower looking toward the four guards now outside.

Two of them went around the wall to dump that body while the other two stood in front of the door.

"Get ready to act." Hunk said, just before raising his rifle toward the sniper.

A single shot was required. The sniper fell and Hunk turned to the agent. "I'll take care of the two in front of the door, you take care of the others."

The agent nodded and began to move again, fast and silent. His mind was focused and his eyes did not leave the two guards who had just thrown the body into a pile of bodies behind the wall.

Glancing over, he could see Hunk quietly eliminate the two guards. That was his cue.

With quick but still silent steps he stepped out of his cover and approached the guards. It was all very fast, he didn't even notice how fast he was, his eyes only focused on his two targets.

He preferred not to expend any ammunition, he knew how quickly bullets could run out in emergency situations. So he decided to use his combat knife.

Its blade was long, sharp and serrated near the base, a grayish handle with small silver details.

The first guard turned so that he could return to his post, but the agent quickly stabbed him in the neck.

The guard's eyes widened and the agent pushed his body to the side, not even allowing time for the blood to stain his glove and he was already in front of the last guard, who didn't even have time to raise his rifle, even though he had seen the agent.

The agent looked at the dead body of the terrorist with cold eyes. Two frozen sapphires watched the blood dripping from his knife. His heart beat calmly and he felt nothing but a certain numbness, which soon passed.

It was then that his blue eyes focused on the pile of bodies, and he found himself standing still for a few moments. His blood ran cold, and he ignored Hunk's approaching footsteps.

In the pile of bodies, people of all ages. Young, adult, old, men, women, children... all of them with blood on their bodies, disfigured flesh and broken or elongated bones. The gray skin made it clear that they were being used as subjects for something.

They would probably burn those bodies in the morning.

"Agent." Hunk called out to him, and he turned to his captain. "What you did was risky. But, well, I guess you prefer it up close and personal, huh?" Hunk said, stepping closer and looking at the pile of bodies.

"... Do you remember all the times you hesitated to do something, agent?" The agent known as the reaper asked, and the rookie agent looked at him. His blue eyes seemed to glow in the dark.

"There's why these people don't deserve your mercy. Let's go." Hunk said, and after looking at the pile of bodies for a few more moments, the agent followed him.

The reaper stopped in front of the door, looked around, and grabbed a small device from inside his pouch.

"Your radio is off, right?" He asked the agent, who just nodded in confirmation. Then Hunk pressed one of the buttons.

That little device was designed to temporarily disable any electronic device within a radius of almost five hundred meters. Developed by William's handpicked technical team.

They went through the door and were officially inside the inn grounds. There were several boxes scattered around the courtyard and they could see several guards either at their posts or walking to perform some task.

They moved through the shadows, moving a few dozen yards closer, until they were forced to hide again when a guard approached, trying every which way to communicate over a radio.

"Нам придется задержаться здесь дольше, чем мы думали. Этих тварей трудно контролировать, нам удалось арестовать только семь зараженных." The man said in Russian, complaining loudly after hearing nothing from the device in his hand, and the two agents looked at each other.

The rookie also had knowledge in other languages. His Spanish was polished, as was his Mandarin Chinese. However, although he was learning Russian, he was still far from fluent, and could only understand a few words.

However, Hunk was fluent in several languages. Russian happened to be one of them, and from what Agent 06 could tell, his captain did not seem to be happy with what he heard.

As soon as the guard approached, Hunk took action. He came out of his hiding place and grabbed the guard by the neck, pulling him to the ground and choking him until he stopped moving.

The reaper then let go of the guard and stabbed a knife into his neck.

Before they could do anything, more guards appeared ahead, and they stood talking in front of the emergency exit that had its door open.

Around them, other guards remained in their positions, just doing their duty or taking advantage of the break caused by the malfunctioning electronics to smoke a cigarette.

The two of them analyzed the situation. Most of the guards who were inside the inn had left, which made the entrances inaccessible, but opened the possibility of entering through any of those windows, as long as they were not seen.

On the upper floors and terrace, the snipers, some with a view of the emergency exit and others they couldn't see.

Their current situation was that they would not be able to advance very far without being seen. There were some guards in front of where they were, just up from the emergency exit. They could even kill those guards, but the others who were a few dozen meters to the left would certainly notice that.

"Damn. We don't have many options here. Maybe we'd better go out that door and try another approach." Hunk said, and the agent shook his head.

"Or we can take them out at the same time. It might take us a long time to find another way." The agent said, drawing Hunk's attention.

"And what do you suggest?"

"You can flank that group to the left while I deal with that group ahead. Both groups can spot us no matter who we attack, so we just have to attack them both." The agent explained, and Hunk was silent for a few moments.

"... That's risky. If something goes wrong, we'll be up to our waist in shit." He said.

"I can do that, sir. Everything is risky here. I won't let you down. I need to get used to this, don't I?" The agent insisted.

"Agent, this is not like the targets in your training."

"I know, sir. But I trained exactly for situations like this. And I need to prove that the training is taking effect, otherwise what was the point of it?" The agent insisted again, and this time, Hunk was silent, seeming to consider the idea.

"... Yes, you're right about that." He stepped closer. "Okay, we'll do it your way. But if things go wrong, don't hesitate to back out. This will all be even more pointless if you die." The reaper said, soon moving toward the group on the left and getting into position.

The agent waited patiently. To his surprise, he wasn't nervous, he wasn't anxious, he was... calm.

Hunk got into position and waited for the agent to move. His brown eyes watched as the agent began to approach the group.

One thing he had noticed. The agent was fast, he was silent, and much more agile than he had demonstrated in training. He watched, almost hypnotized, as the agent approached that guard without anyone noticing, without anyone listening to his fast steps.

And it was almost like a mental agreement. They both moved at the same time.

Hunk stood up, raised his rifle, and fired at the first guard. The bullet passed through his skull, alerting the others nearby. However, none of them were quick enough to raise their weapons or even to turn toward their attacker, and soon, they were all dead.

The agent did the same. With his rifle he fired at the first guard and kept firing, each shot hitting its target, and it wasn't long before the bodies were on the ground.

Temporarily leaving his cover, he looked at the bodies, making sure none of them were rising from the ground.

"Quick and quiet, officer. Good work. Now, we need to deal with the snipers before we take out the rest of the soldiers down here." Hunk said after approaching, and the agent nodded.

He began to move toward the kitchen wall of the inn, and Hunk pointed upward.

"We can move through the ceiling and enter through the window of one of the rooms. I'll take the stairs while you wait down here, keep an eye on the guards in front of the east exit. When I have eliminated all the snipers, eliminate them. Then we'll focus on the rest and proceed underground." The agent nodded in confirmation, and the two took the small grappling hooks from their belts and hurled themselves onto the roof, climbing up soon after making sure it was firm enough.

The two walked crouched, but quickly, across the roof, and soon focused their eyes on the windows above.

Hunk was the first one up, inspecting the room. The agent followed soon after, and the two moved.

The reaper, as he was in the lead, slowly opened the door and inspected the corridor.

In the distance, they could hear two voices, one in each different room. Guards who decided to stay there.

"Что, блядь, случилось с радиоприемниками? Этот имбецил до сих пор не исправил это?" They heard it in the room ahead.

Looking at Hunk, the agent nodded to his captain and headed for the room in question while Hunk himself went to the room ahead to deal with the second guard.

The agent sneaked up on the man in front of the large window and quickly grabbed him by the neck, pulling him back and stabbing him in the neck.

As soon as he was finished, he left the room and met Hunk in the corridor. The reaper said nothing, just signaled for them to go up the stairs.

The two agents went through the corridors of the inn, quietly taking out any terrorists they saw, checking every room to make sure none went unnoticed, until they reached the stairs leading to the rooftop terrace.

"Go down to the second floor, stay in room 108, when I'm done I'll signal with my flashlight for you to act." Hunk instructed him, and the agent nodded, going down the stairs as the reaper went up.

Once he reached the second floor, he stopped descending the rest of the steps when he heard footsteps approaching, and a voice sounding angry.

"Эй, какого хрена вы делаете?! Я давно тебе звоню!" The terrorist said, probably calling for the two guards they killed earlier.

The agent slowly picked up his knife and stood lurking still on the stairs, waiting for the terrorist to pass in front of him.

And the moment that man came into his line of sight, the agent took action, jumping on top of the terrorist and stabbing him twice in the neck.

He looked away from the body on the floor and wiped his blade on the terrorist's clothes, before moving to room 108 as instructed.

He approached the window and observed the situation outside, taking advantage of the lack of lighting inside the room.

One of the back exits, the east door. There were a total of six men there, two of them smoking a cigarette about three, four meters to the left, their backs to him. Three were literally in front of the door talking to each other and the last one was one or two meters to the right, trying to get the radio to work.

None of them were paying attention to the window at least five or six meters above their heads.

The agent waited patiently for the signal, his ears attentive for any noise outside that room. His mind working on almost seven ways on how to eliminate those guards. The possibilities were so many.

Until the signal came, and he acted. Leaning on the window, he shot twice at the two men smoking on his left, hitting each one with a shot to the back of the head.

Then he turned quickly and threw his knife into the chest of the one with the radio in his hands, and finally, he shot all three of them below him, frightened and on the alert, but who could not react, much less foresee that the attack was coming from above, a place that was supposed to be guarded by snipers.

The agent ran his eyes around the area a few times, making sure that no one else was there, and he soon turned and walked to the corridor, where he stood waiting for the reaper.

After a while, Hunk came down the stairs, and the agent arched an eyebrow when he saw the sleeves of his tactical blouse stained in blood.

"Two snipers in front of the gates. Nine guards in front of the entrance. Follow me." Hunk said, and the two of them went up one more floor and walked to the end of the corridor, where they had a view of the two snipers.

Each was in charge of one. A quick and clean job.

Once they had killed them, they went back down to the second floor and entered one of the rooms that faced the entrance.

"I'll stay up here and cover you. You go down to the ground floor and eliminate the ones I can't see." Hunk said. "I heard them talking. The underground is big but it's full of guards. After we clear up here I'll cut the power system. The emergency lights will come on but they'll be jammed, flashing a lot, and they'll take action. I'll take care of those who go up to get fixed and you take care of those who stay inside. Go inside the inn, they will probably come out the emergency exit. Maximum time, six minutes and thirty seconds. Estimated time, four minutes, maybe four and a half minutes, we don't need more than that."

The agent just nodded his head in confirmation and walked out of the room at a quick pace.

He went down the stairs and reached the first floor, where he immediately shot a guard who was sitting on a couch not far from there in the head.

Before he could continue, he left the place and picked up his knife again.

Still crouching, the agent moved around the place, his eyes attentive to even the slightest movement made both inside and outside the building.

After reaching the front entrance, he could hear at least three voices. There was no way he could go out that way, he would be seen. With this in mind, he went back the way he came and jumped through a window into some tall bushes.

He could see a large number of guards ahead, all standing next to military trucks and cargo cars. It didn't look like they would be there for long. This explained the poor security.

Moving like a snake in the grass, the agent tilts his body slightly to the side and catches sight of the three guards in front of the entrance door.

Moving a few steps back, he leans his body through the window and shoots at the two lit lamps, causing the reception to go dark.

The three guards turned around at the sound of breaking glass. They became suspicious, and two of them slowly entered the front desk.

"Иван... Дмитрий, что случилось со светом?" One of them asked, and as soon as they were in the center of the reception area, the agent moved again and shot the guard in the head who had stood alone in front of the door.

By the time the terrorist's body touched the ground, the agent was already standing in front of the door with his rifle pointed at the heads of the two guards ahead.

Two shots, two kills.

He turned and made his way toward the nearest car.

To the right he could see some guards falling to the ground. He could hear the surprised voices of his companions, which soon fell silent with each bullet Hunk shot.

Leaning his body to the side, the agent began to shoot at the soldiers in front of him, now not worrying so much if the others saw it.

None of them would get out alive anyway.

It was only a matter of moments before the courtyard was decorated with fallen bodies in small pools of blood. Gunshots to the head. Every bullet was worth it, none was wasted.

The agent then quickly reloaded his rifle as he moved toward the underground entrance inside the inn. His clip had not run out of bullets, he just didn't know how many men were underground, or how many creatures were hiding there, and he didn't want to risk running out of ammunition when it mattered most.

The agent reached the double door that led underground, and his eyes focused on the stairs ahead. He descended it with silent steps, and soon, he found himself facing a large area.

This was basically a small casino with a bar to the right. To the left was a double door to an even larger area that probably led to the emergency exit. The agent recognized those tables.

However, the place was overturned and rearranged by the terrorists. On the bar table there were weapons.

But what was most striking were the huge iron cages scattered around the place. Each cage contained a number of people.

The hostages.

Next to them, at least about six men.

"Они занимают слишком много времени. Это плохо пахнет." One of them said, walking from side to side, evidencing signs of nervousness.

"Я проверю это. И пока я там, я посмотрю, что, блядь, случилось с нашими рациями." Another said, placing the strap of his rifle over his shoulder and walking toward the emergency exit.

The moment he stepped a few meters away, the lights went out. That was the moment when the agent put the rifle on his back and picked up the knife as he advanced toward the nearest terrorist.

When the red emergency lights came on, the agent was already on the terrorist's back, and in one swift movement, he slit the man's throat.

The hostages looked at this wide-eyed, confused, and especially terrified. They didn't see where this strange man came from, they only saw when he took the terrorist's life.

Things got even more frightening when the lights flashed again, and he was no longer there in front of them.

Ahead, another body on the ground.

They could not really understand...their minds could not process what their eyes saw.

The red lights didn't do much to illuminate this strange man. His dark clothes seemed to be part of the dark, and his face was expressionless.

They couldn't see if he even had a face. And that's why they started screaming ghost.

It felt like second nature to the agent. He was moving, and he didn't even feel it. His mind would focus on one target, he would eliminate that target, and then move on to the next one without even giving time for doubt. He felt light... he felt agile and fast.

Quick, that's how he eliminated them.

However, his little spree had to be interrupted when the lights came on again.

The agent quickly took cover as he heard the terrorists screaming at the sight of the bodies.

Shit, something must have happened up there.

"Какого хрена?! Они мертвы! Кто-то здесь!" One of them shouted as he saw the floor of the place being decorated with the bodies of those who were previously there.

Chaos began to emerge, and the agent clearly heard the certain desperation in their voices.

"¡¿Qué coño ha pasado aquí?! ¡¿Quién ha hecho esto?!" One of them asked the hostages, pointing his rifle towards them, to the despair of those poor people.

"¡No lo sé, no lo sé! Apareció de repente y desapareció! Era un fantasma, ¡tiene que haberlo sido!" One of the women in the cages answered, and the agent could clearly understand what she had said.

She had called him a ghost. Someone who appeared suddenly, and as quickly as he appeared, disappeared.

"О чем она говорит?!" One of his companions asked, but before he could get an answer, the lights went out again.

When the emergency lights went up, the agent already had the knife stuck in the neck of the man who had pointed the gun at the hostages.

"¡El fantasma ha vuelto! ¡Dios tenga piedad!" The woman screamed again, terrified to see the guard's body fall to the ground, and as a consequence, alerting the others of the agent's presence.

It didn't matter, he was faster than they were. Than all of them.

Picking up his pistol with great skill, he shoots the guard furthest away from him, then punches the second closest in the face and pulls him toward him, using the terrorist's body as a shield from the shots that followed.

Resting his arm on the man's shoulder, he shoots and kills two of the other guards, and as soon as he did, he threw the terrorist's body to the side at the same time as he threw himself for cover.

From his vest pocket he took out a flash grenade and threw it forward, lightly clutching his pistol moments later.

The grenade exploded and he stood up, hitting the first guard he saw with a clear shot to the head. And so it went.

Each shell on the ground meant an enemy eliminated.

And when the bullets ran out, so did the enemies.

The lights came on again, and the place became chaotic. The hostages prayed and cried. Some hugged their own trembling bodies while others just stared at the agent with terror in their eyes.

The agent, for his part, tried not to look at them. He admitted that a small part of him was in pain at the way they looked at him, like an enemy. He would not hurt any of them there.

He knew he had changed, but it was necessary.

However, the other part was glad that they were no longer in the hands of those terrorists, even though they now feared him.

Without staying there any longer, the agent searched the rest of the place. He made sure that there were no other terrorists hiding there.

And after he finished scouring the place, he focused his blue eyes on a door next to him. The sign next to it indicated that it was a wine cellar.

With his pistol raised, the agent slowly opens the door. And as soon as he did, he could not help but be somewhat shocked to see what was inside.

Several glass tanks lined up next to each other. Inside, deformed bodies of people surrounded by a reddish liquid.

He walked slowly through the small corridor of the cellar, observing those bodies. Men, women and children... there were even some bodies that seemed to be merged with others, forming a deformed creature, tall, with two elongated arms and a small one in what seemed to be the chest.

The skin of all the bodies there was rubbery and gray, and in the front, a small area that appeared to be the laboratory.

The radio on his shoulder squeaked, and he soon heard Hunk's voice.

"Agent. I handled things up here. More of them showed up than I thought. How are things going over there?" Hunk asked, and the agent, in turn, was silent for a few moments, looking around that place. "Agent?"

"Sir..." He began. "I found something." He said, walking over to a table in front of him and running his eyes over some papers.

Something caught his attention, and he soon read something about the virus progenitor... well, that's what he could understand, it was written in Russian.

Footsteps approached quietly behind him, and he didn't have to turn around to know it was his captain.

"Hm, I won't say I'm surprised that this place exists." Hunk said as he approached, and the agent handed him the paper he was reading.

The reaper ran his eyes over the words, and an irritated sigh escaped his lips as he read.

The agent, in turn, scoured the place once more, and soon, his eyes focused on some vials inside an icy compartment.

It didn't take a genius to know that those were the samples of that virus.

The agent opened the freezer compartment and picked up just one sample to take to Walter to analyze, and after that, he turned to Hunk, who kept the papers on a chart and took it in his arm.

"Okay... if you took everything we needed, let's arm some C4 and get out of here." Hunk said, and the agent just nodded in confirmation.

In total, they set up four C4s, they wanted to make sure that nothing in there would survive, if those things were alive at all.

They soon left that place and moved toward the civilians, still scared.

When the agent approached a group, people were startled and muttered

"Fantasma..." Hunk stared slightly curious when people started muttering that, and soon, his eyes fell on the agent.

"Ghost?" He asked, and the agent just shrugged. "Ghost... nice codename."

All things considered, he would say that that mission could have gone a lot worse. But it was undeniable that his training paid off.

Hunk realized... that lad, so young, was born for it. And he really deserved the nickname that was bestowed upon him on his first mission.

It fit him well.