Operation NESTWRECKER

September 23, 1998

Beneath the streets of the city where the domestic bliss of daily life carried on following the incident in the mountains, a development to lead to a different sort of reckoning was in its inception. With the death cries of several government agents to have encroached into a station which by a certain company's regulation they never should have.

Vector moved ahead of the team through Umbrella's Nest facility beneath the city streets, his cloak remaining activated and G36k, modified with a scope and suppressor, in hand ready for actions. Reaching the door first.

This new Delta Team, codenamed Wolf Pack, had been deployed to assist Alpha Team—rendezvousing with Vector's old mentor, HUNK, to support an infiltration mission into the complex. It was their first real assignment since the team's formation—and Vector's training concluded—and lethal force was authorized.

He implemented that lethal force to eliminate a few government spec ops to cross his path.

Vector was not too aware of what this Operation NESTWRECKER was over. Based on the way their leader, Lupo, had been acting going into it, he assumed he wasn't in the know either.

Reaching the door he deactivated the cloak.

Lupo passed through with the other, catching up with their recon expert. Taking in the sight of his kills laid out on the floor with slit throats and gunshot wounds—none left standing but him. "Well done, Vector."

Vector could have heard them coming a click away. The heavy step of the robot leg used by their demolitionist, Beltway, made his squad mates easy to hear.

"They weren't much of a challenge." was all Vector would respond with.

Pressing on the comm, Lupo contacted her fellow team leader. "Alpha leader, we're in position."

"Copy." HUNK answered, standing in the elevator with his own team, waiting for it to stop. Drawing his combat knife. "Standby."

When the metallic doors slid open in opposite directions of each other to reveal two of Birkin's personal security details standing in guard duty—looking in the opposite direction of him. HUNK rushed toward them, jamming his elbow into one and plunging the blade of his knife into the other's heart.

As the second one recovered, ready to retaliate, before Goblin-6 could react, HUNK allowed the body to collapse with the knife protruding from the dead man and seized hold of the recent kill's companion, then mechanically broke his neck.

"Well done, sir." Goblin-6 complimented.

HUNK did not respond. Merely retrieving his knife and wiping the blood on his leg.

Pulling up the MP5 that had been dangling to his side by a strap, HUNK stepped over to the key console, pressing on the keys eight and nine.

Hearing the mechanisms of the door begin to grind, the door opened. HUNK, the USS's answer to Boba Fett, emerged from behind. The first words out of his mouth being "You guys must be the new Delta Team. Report."

"Call me Lupo. Delta Team squad leader." the lack leader said.

"Vector here. Good to see you again, sit." the recon said.

"Spectre here…all set." the sniper said.

"Names Beltway. Nice to meet ya, 'Mr. Death.'" the demo man said.

"Call me Four Eyes. At your service." the field scientist said.

"My name is Bertha. Ready to play." the medic said.

Vector's mask was concealing it, and he was probably not emoting well, the operator was pleased to see his pedagoge again. It had been some time since they last spoke. HUNK had been a pretty good mentor while training on Rockfort Island's training facility, especially after he managed to free himself from the vice grip that was the senior operator's headlock. Working with him was a welcomed coincidence.

Beltway's amused expression was perhaps the more casual.

The others merely knew him by reputation. By the reputation of Mr. Death.

Acknowledging their introduction without a word, HUNK pressed on his comm.

"Command, I've rendezvoused with Delta Team."

"Understood." they heard the coarse voice of command come through "Now find Birkin, and secure those samples. Failure is not an option."

Registering the order, HUNK's lens gaze met Vector's. "You heard him. Let's move."

Leading them to a different elevator, having his team board a different one—both to land on the same floor.

"We're entering the lab of doctor William Birkin." Hunk told them. It was a recognizable name, it belonged to an esteemed scientist who had once been under the tutelage of a founder of the corporation as well as one of its Oppenheimers, James Marcus. A very significant figure in Umbrella's machinations in Raccoon City—more so not that Wesker was out of the picture. "He's been attempting to sell classified samples of a weaponized virus strain to the US government."

Lighting up the peppers of Four Eyes looked at him curiously. "You mean the T-virus?" Like a fat kid at the mention of candy.

"No. This is a new gene-altering compound Birkin's developed called the G-virus. It's significantly more powerful and he is in possession of the only known samples. There's a detachment of Umbrella's Biohazard Countermeasure Service on site who will likely try to protect him. They are unaware of this operation and are considered expendable."

"Aren't we on the same team?" Beltway interjected. "Couldn't we just pick up the phone and call?"

"The UBCS are just mercenaries. They can be bought. We can't assume their loyalty to the company."

That was true. Vector did not need much convincing. Not even just because it came from the man he respected most. Although the company had put some considerable time into the train of those mercs, they were still mercs. Their loyalty was to the pay, not the company. What was stopping them from turning on Umbrella the moment it was no longer monetarily to their benefit? Or one of them could decide to grow a conscience like that one fool Vector had to take out a few days back.

HUNK had a point, as always. At least Vector was certain he did.

"So, what's the objective?"

"Intercept Birkin and secure the G-Virus." HUNK elucidated.

The elevator halted and the doors opened. Beltway shrugged "Guess this is our stop."

A female orientation narrator came over the intercom as they stepped out. "Welcome to Umbrella." With a second reception they were greeted with came courtesy of the UBCS members armed with their own MP5s.

Hunk returned fire immediately. "All right, weapons live. We're ready for action." Going to work as Vector and Goblin-6 joined his side.

"With pleasure."

The Alpha and Delta teams fired, dropping the UBCS soldiers with ruthless precision.

None of them stood a chance. They were soldiers of fortune from South America who had been given training that, compared to what USS operatives are put through on Rockfort island, was fairly basic. So they stood no chance against the combined Umbrella security forces.

Once the last of them was put down, Vector and his colleagues lowered their weapons to reload as HUNK approached a console on the nearby door to type in the access code. Then the door was no longer an obstruction. "All right, it's open. Let's go!"

"Yes, sir."

They stepped into a wider facility, find many B.O.W. products resting nearby. Bertha stepped up to one of the crocodile-like specimens in their stasis containers "Oh, those don't look nice."

Beltway was not intimidated by them, saying mockingly of the B.O.W.s "Aww, they want to come out and play." Ever the tough guy.

There was a blast and a door on the other end of the wide room bursted open with more UBCS soldiers stepping through—opening fire at the sight of the operators..

"Enemy contact." HUNK said as he fired back. "Take over."

Heeding his advice did just that. Vector activated his camouflage, and the other continued on. The mercs dropped like flies, most of them were not even the result of bullets but Vector's own handiwork—he was like a surgeon with a blade and his martial arts prowess. Emerging periodically from the invisibility cloak when one of them got lucky and managed to land a less refined blow on him, and it did not stop him from continuing on. Slashing and stabbing when he was not punching and kicking.

The recon specialist left standing alone among the bodies with a bloodied blade.

"Gotta love it when he does his thing." Beltway smirked beneath his mask.

Spectre tilted his head. "He is…adequate."

"Excellent work, Vector." Lupo said as she and HUNK approached.

He nodded.

HUNK was silent, however his head gesture indicated some measure of approval.

"HUNK." Command suddenly came through on the Comm. "We've got a location on Dr. Birkin. He's just entered his laboratory. Get in there and obtain those virus samples."

"Roger, Command. Proceeding to Birkin's lab." HUNK looks to his people and the Wolf Pack. "Stay focused. Birkin's already set up an exchange with the US military. We may run into Special Operatives before this is over."

Hearing that, Bertha responded confidently "We'll see how special they are after I introduce them to my bonesaw."

"Not helping, Bertha." Lupo told the (by their standards) eccentric medic.

The teams carried on.

They fired their way through the facility, room-by-room. Slaughtering every merc to come between them and the objective. Adhering to HUNK's chief principle: the mission takes priority. Before long reaching the lab entrance.

Looking over to Lupo, he said "Guard this door." Then to Vector. "Do not let ANYONE approach."

Message received loud and crystal clear.

HUNK entered with Goblin-6 to find William Birkin still in his white lab coat holding a Browning in one hand and the case containing the samples in the, earning raised MP5s from the USS soldiers.

"So you've finally come." Birkin did not seem surprised. He wasn't. He knew there was a chance Umbrella would get to them first, and he knew the security detail would not be enough to protect—still he tried.

HUNK's eyes darted behind the goggles of his mask, registering the case. "Doctor, we're here to collect the G-Virus sample."

Birkin smirked. "Sorry but I won't just hand over my life's work." Backing up a step when a sudden sound caused Goblin-6 to pull his trigger.

The burst of bullets hit him in the arm repeatedly before HUNK stopped him.

Castigating the fool. "Stop it! You might hit the sample!" HUNK stepped over to pry the case from Birkin's hand. Opening it. "That's it all right." Sounding neither happy nor displeased. "Okay, let's move out!"

Leaving Birkin with his bullet riddled arm to bleed out.

Birkin watched the thieves abscond with his life's work. First he lost his main competition and now this. His luck seemed to be a joke lately. Left with only a small sample.

His dear wife Annetta was to come upon him soon after and attempt to provide as much aid as she could only parting ways so she could procure more medical supplies. But he would not wait that long.

G! It could save him.

He took the sample and injected himself with it.

As the virus—his previous G-virus—began to work its magic a thought entered Birkin's mind. He said that thought through a pained cry. "Sherry…" The unpleasant sensation of the virus' effects becoming more intense, feeling as if he was being reconstituted down to his very molecular foundation. Feeling everything he was changing into something…different, the fear set in; and he again said his daughter's name. "Sherry!"

Wolf Pack moved ahead of Alpha team, securing an advanced defense for any prospective opposition forces. Even if the objective was secure in a steel case, they were not taking any chances. Lupo and HUNK would have hated to have gone through all that effort of securing the G samples for nothing—all because some dumb mercs were careless.

As they were marching on, rushing for exit, one of HUNK's men who had fallen behind was sent flying toward them—knocking the case from the Alpha leader's grip.

Lupo heard the noise, as did Vector. They turned to see the cause.

"What that…?"

A hulking behemoth stepped through the halls of the facility. Long clawed, looking more powerful and stronger than any B.O.W. Wolf Pack had briefed on through the dossiers and files available to them. It was no Tyrant—not any of the models Umbrella had been completed or were still a work in progress, anyways. It was far too…unstable in appearance.

It was no T-virus related specimen in general.

Pulling himself up, HUNK knew instinctively what it was just by looking at the torn clothes—recognizing it from the man Goblin-6 had used for target practice mere moments ago.

It tore through the Alpha team like it was nothing. Goblin-6 and Niner were gutted and cut in half—while the others did just as poorly. With HUNK seeming to have been spared by the grace of lady luck.

Moving like an apex predator or the Tsavo man-Eaters in the wilds of Africa.

"Open fire." Lupo said.

The creature flexed as though it was nothing. Akin to a paper plane or wad of paper hitting a kid in high school. He was beyond their ability to harm and HUNK recognized it swiftly—more so than the Wolf Pack members who continued to shoot.

"Retreat!" HUNK told them.

It was not an order any of them would contest. They would heed it gladly.

Double time for the exit.

"What the hell is that thing?" Beltway asked, frustrated by their inability to kill the mutant freak.

"It's Birkin." HUNK told them. "He must've had a spare sample on hand and injected himself with him."

"Are you sure sir?"

"No mistake. Those scraps of clothes it's wearing—Birkin was wearing one just like it."

They reached the door. Lupo was the first through.

As Vector was at the door, HUNK told him "Report to command. Update them on the situation." Pushing on him to shove him through.

"What about you, sir?" Vector pushed against HUNK's efforts to force him off the scene. Not liking where he knew this was going.

HUNK answered "I lost the sample. I'm going back for it."

Once the door was closed, HUNK looked to the approached G-Tyrant and raised his MP5. Firing bursts as he continued on. Hell itself would not stop him.