Italicized: Flashbacks
(_): Thoughts
POV: Oswell Spencer | June 18th, 1997
"Log #6,991. One year post-capture, Test Subject NE-001 has proven to be a worthy addition to my test subjects. Its enhanced regenerative tissue has resulted in the T-Virus' regenerative properties, with the subjects' 'magical' abilities enhancing all of the subjects who have taken doses of the T Virus. The Nemesis program - which was made with the NE-a virus - has benefited greatly from its blood, making it so that the newest Nemesis model could regenerate back to full health from only its foot intact. The subject NE-001 followed all commands given to it by both myself and its superior officers,"
Stepping up to the small pod located at the center of the room, Doctor Oswell E. Spencer spoke. "NE-001 -" He rubbed his hands together as he examined his favorite test subject. Harry James Potter. That was the name that was located in the boy's wallet, which had been confiscated and searched when the boy arrived within the Umbrella Corporation laboratory. "- wake up,"
Potter opened his eyes to reveal a bright blue shade different from the emerald green he had entered the lab with a year prior. The weapon looked straight ahead with a blank look, examining nothing while awaiting orders. It was different from before. It was taller, more muscular, and was outfitted with many more scars and technological implants as a result of the hundreds of operations done on it. Potter was perfection. The ultimate physical, mental, and magical weapon. It was fitted with the most magical knowledge Umbrella could get its hands on, which proved difficult given the few magicals present on the planet.
It was also trained in 1,932 forms of hand-to-hand combat and 15,000 weapons. The boy's magical healing, which surpassed that of even Nemesis, made him nigh-invulnerable. Potter jumped off from the vertical table, before turning to Spencer. "Ready to comply," The weapon spoke, its voice level and its eyes narrowed as it waited for upcoming orders.
Spencer took a step forward, handing the weapon a small folder carrying everything it needed to know about its new mission. "Orders for an infiltration mission in Chile. Report to Alpha Leader HUNK for more details," Potter didn't reply or nod. It merely moved past Spencer and out of the room, leaving the aging scientist to smile as he rubbed his chin. Slowly descending into the nearest chair, Spencer couldn't help but grin. Like all missions involving Potter, he had a feeling that this would be a great success.
POV: Captain HUNK
HUNK examined the mission report in his hand, frowning at the details. His old mission reports were lengthy, well-written, and contained every detail the mission had to offer. His men were not afraid to add complaints or praises for him or others in the team within their notes or memos and said memos were the highlights of his days. It was interesting to see how his team responded to their missions. Now though, his reports contained only a paragraph, explaining the trip to the mission, the mission itself, and the trip back. It tended to go like this.
Journey to; The journey to the mission site was silent, filled with prep work. Mission; Subject NE-001 infiltrated the site and completed the mission within 4 minutes, successfully eliminating the target while remaining unseen. Journey back; The journey back consisted of a short mission briefing from Subject NE-001, containing little detail of the mission itself.
That was what he held within his hands. A brief explanation regarding the latest mission to Venezuela, which consisted of Subject NE-001 assassinating the Venezuelan President. The job was quick, and no one was able to trace it back to Umbrella. And now they were on assignment to Chile, tasked to eliminate the CEO of Umbrella's rival company, The 3rd Organization. Or 'The Agency' by Umbrella employees. The target - Rian Konollo - was discovered by NE-001's magical abilities two days before. If they could take him down and eliminate The Agency's key facilities, they could take it down once and for all, ending the decade-long feud between the companies.
"Alpha Leader HUNK. I am meant to report to you," HUNK sighed, looking to his right to find Subject NE-001 standing at his side. The bioweapon was in full tactical stealth gear, fitted with a black turtle neck, black tactical vest, black boots, and black cargo pants. A radio sat on the weapon's left shoulder, which could be used to communicate. Two holsters sat on either thigh, though they were both empty. A belt was wrapped around his waist, which was outfitted with several pouches as well as a tactical knife. Potter also wore sunglass, which kept his bright blue eyes out of sight.
HUNK nodded. "That's right. We've got a job for you down in Chile. The CEO of The Agency is having a nice vacation in his summer home, unaware of a certain home invader coming his way. Your job is to get in, get the job done, and get out. Eliminate the target," HUNK turned the pad over towards the advanced bioweapon, who examined it, taking the mission details on it within the span of a few seconds. The bioweapon turned away and headed toward the helicopter waiting for it. It would take eight hours to get the bioweapon into the apparition range. In the meantime, HUNK would have to prepare for the release of Subject Nemesis-T Type, 'intelligently' named 'Nemesis'. It had gotten the name due to it being the first perfected Nemesis project with the assistance of Subject NE-001.
The bioweapon sat down in the helicopter, sitting still with its hands on its knees. Within several minutes, the helicopter took off out of the hangar, flying off into the air as HUNK watched it leave. Looking down at his pad, he saw a notification pop up from the head scientist, Doctor Tango. An email. Titled 'NE-024'. He clicked on the email, and read it;
Dear Commander HUNK,
As you are aware, my team and I are currently readying Subject T-00 for conditioning and training. Seeing as that project is in its final stages, and Subjects NE-002 through NE-023 were failures, we down in the labs believe it is time for NE-024. bioweapon will be the same size as Subject T-00, though we are hoping that this specific subject may show signs of magical abilities. Unlike NE-001, this subject does not have a natural magical core. We are close to unlocking the key to artificial magic, but it still has a way to go. We will need to speak with you regarding outfitting this subject with updated protocols as well as potentially enhancing it with Subject T-00's and NE-001's abilities. Once the ladder has returned from the assignment, lead it down to Lab 4, where it will be reconditioned. We will see you there.
Doctor Julian Tango, Team Alpha-Tango
HUNK sighed, rubbing his mask as he pocketed the data pad. Why was he involved with the creation of these abominations? He had signed up with Umbrella with the belief that he would act as a mercenary. Someone that could do the dirty work no one else wanted to do. With a deep breath, HUNK moved out of the hangar and toward the lab. It would be a long day indeed.
POV: NE-001 | June 19th, 1997
Bioweapon NE-001 sat silently in its seat, watching the metal barrier between it and the pilot. The helicopter was a half-mile out from the bioweapons apparition zone. The weapon was tasked to apparate in and out of the subject - Rian Konollo's - home, where it would eliminate the target using the untraceable killing curse. No cause of death. No exterior injuries. The law enforcement in the subject's area would be unable to trace the assassination to Umbrella, nor would The Agency. It would assume...but it would have no evidence. That was key for any assassination.
The bioweapon got out of its seat, stepping toward the door of the helicopter before sliding it open. "Your window is 10.42 seconds!" The Commander exclaimed. "You will need to jump when ordered, and apparate as soon as you enter your barrier! Understood?!"
"Affirmative!" NE-001 exclaimed, grabbing hold of the door. Sliding it open with ease, the bioweapon took a moment to peer down at the ground. Without a word or second thought, the bioweapon jumped from the helicopter after receiving the verbal signal. Tucking its arms against its torso while extending its legs, NE-001 shot down toward the ground like a bullet. The weapon steadied itself, gliders extending under its armpits as it began to glide. Subject NE-001 flew directly into its apparition zone, and used its knowledge of the target's home to vanish with a spin.
It reappeared within the target's home, which appeared to be a large mansion on the edge of a cliff in eastern Chile. The bioweapon's eyes glowed red as it scanned through the wall, looking for bio-signatures similar to that of the target. He found three. One man and two females, all lying still on top of a bed in the master bedroom. And based on the target's steady heart rate, it seemed the target was asleep.
NE-001 moved forward, its invisibility and advanced mechanical physiology keeping the heat and motion sensors from going off. This allowed it to move directly into the master bedroom without being noticed. The target lay naked under his sheets with two naked women at his sides. NE-001 flinched as it examined the woman to the target's left. She was...familiar. As if it remembered her.
{Mission: Eliminate the target}
The bioweapon flinched once more, before extending its hand. With the flick of its wrist, a flash of green extended from its hand into the target's chest. Once more the bioweapon's eyes glowed red. Zero heart rate. Mission success. With the turn of its heel, the bioweapon reappeared in the air, falling toward the ground as its eyes fell on the helicopter not far from view. With a spin the bioweapon reappeared within the helicopter, startling the Alpha Team commander to its right. After collecting himself, the Commander spoke. "Mission report?"
"Mission report. Target was asleep with two unconscious women present. The subject was able to easily infiltrate the home and eliminate the target with a Killing Curse to the torso. After ensuring that the target was deceased, the subject returned to the rendezvous point. A malfunction occurred within the target's home, resulting in a 3.294-second delay. I request reconditioning," NE-001 explained. The commander nodded, filing NE-001 for reconditioning once they returned to base. The bioweapon went back to its emotionless and stoic expression and stance. After a moment, the pilot veered the helicopter to the right, heading back to Umbrella H.Q.
POV: Oswell Spencer
Subject NE-001 jumped out of the reconditioning machine the next day, its memory clear of all but the knowledge it needed to function as itself and within the collective that was Umbrella Corp. Oswell Spencer was joyful. All other subjects had gone rogue when experiencing malfunctions, all except for Potter. It had caught the malfunction and willingly participated in the reconditioning. As a reward, Spencer decided to inject the subject with two new strands of viruses. The NE-a parasite as well as a perfected form of the Progenitor Virus. His team had run the calculations and had discovered that if they succeeded in the injections, Potter would be the strongest Bio-Organic Weapon in existence. It would be Umbrella Corporations' golden angel, tasked to bring the organization to new heights, eliminating all that got in its way. With its magic...nothing could be traced back to Umbrella, meaning it would be the one to carry out the more...dirty tasks.
"Sir. Would you like to move forward with the first NE-a injection?" His lead scientist in this area of expertise - Julian Tango - asked. His hand was on the controls of the pod sitting in front of Spencer, who nodded.
"NE-001, enter the pod," Potter nodded, stepping into the pod as it remained completely still, staring straight ahead as the pod closed. {Work} Spencer prayed. {I can not afford to lose it} Tango pressed the injection button. A loud BEEP! ran through the room as needles slammed into Potter's arms, legs, neck, and head. The bioweapon didn't scream or even flinch through the glass, merely flexing its muscles as liquids were injected into its bloodstream. The weapon was trained to withstand anything. Spencer turned to the knob that Tango was turning, and frowned. 20%. 40%. 60%. 80%.
A scream ran through the lab as Potter began to feel the monster inside it rise. "AHHHHH!" Potter shouted, the injection needles snapping as Potter flexed its muscles even harder. The needles shot out of its body as the virus reached 100% infection. The pod door suddenly flew off its hinges, with Potter falling forward onto its knees as Alpha Team arrived through the back doors of the lab. Their rocket launchers were trained at Potter as Spencer wheeled himself back into the corner. "…." The bioweapon was breathing heavily, it's chest heaving as it knelt on one knee. After a minute, Potter slowly got to its feet, examining its surroundings before spotting the weapons aimed at him.
After another few seconds of careful examination, Potter extended its arm. A black tendril fired from its palm, impaling an Alpha Team member to its left. The tendril was then retracted into its hand, which fell to its side as the weapon turned to Spencer. "All threats to Umbrella have been neutralized," The other members of Alpha Team let out sighs of relief at the news. They would be spared.
"It was a success, Doctor," Tango said, a grin on his face.
"One of many injections, Julian. One of many," Spencer replied. He was optimistic of course, but would not place all of his hope into this. It could be catastrophic if he did so. But with this step toward the future, Spencer knew that things would only be on the rise for himself and Umbrella. The New Empire would rise, and NE-001 would be the catalyst.
POV: NE-001 | September 27th, 1998
NE-001 stood on the roof of an abandoned tower situated on the eastern edge of San Francisco, California. It overlooked the mansion below, which housed its main target. Fourteen-year-old Ashley Graham. The daughter of Senator Isaac Graham, whose stance against Umbrella had deepened to the point that Umbrella deemed him a serious threat. However, Dr. Spencer found Graham's influence in the government a possible resource, meaning he was not to be killed. Instead, NE-001 would capture and secure the daughter, Ashley Graham, and use her as a bargaining tool. Senator Graham would be forced to comply with Umbrella's demands. 'Main Objective: Apprehend target; Ashley Graham. Secondary Objective: Eliminate any witnesses'.
Removing a small device from its back pocket, NE-001 brought it up to its face, peering through a micro-lens. It peered down into the mansion below, easily spotting those inside with the help of a Homenum Revelio spell. There were sixteen individuals within the mansion. Three chefs within the kitchen. A maid inside the master bedroom. Two guards at the front gate with two more at the front door. Six guards moved through the mansion in three groups of two. A mechanic sat in the garage. The target lay in her bedroom, lying still on her bed.
Assessing its situation, NE-001 determined the best possible route. Infiltrating the southeastern corridor through the sunroof, allowing him easy access to the central hallway, where the master bedroom and the target's bedroom lay. It could easily deal with and dispose of the two guards that would approach down the hallway, before entering the target's bedroom. With the use of its Invisibility Cloak as well as many notice-me-not charms, NE-001 could infiltrate the bedroom and capture the target with ease.
Within the turn of its heel, NE-001 appeared on the mansion's roof, its eyes peering down through the sunroof of the mansion. With another spin, it appeared within the hallway, pulling its Invisibility Cloak over its shoulders. Crouching to avoid detection, NE-001 made its way toward the target's bedroom. It reached out to grip the doorknob, keeping its eyes on the stairs leading to the foyer. On schedule, two guards made it over the landing. With a single flick of its wrist, the two heads spun around, the guards' necks snapping in two before they collapsed to the ground. With another flick, their bodies were displaced from the mansion into one of the many solid waste landfills within the city.
Its path clear, NE-001 slid through the ajar door, making his way into the target's bedroom. The girl was lying on her abdomen, her legs bent so that her feet were in the air. She was holding a small book, which she appeared to be writing in. Pulling off its cloak, NE-001 made its presence known as it sent out a very specific curse. Chains appeared from thin air, wrapping around the target while a thick band wrapped itself around her face, gagging her. With a simple charm, the target's scream of surprise was silenced. She was spun so that she faced NE-001, who examined its target. She was a young teenager, with bright blonde hair falling down to her middle back. Her eyes were green and filled with terror as she too examined him. 'Objective Complete; Target Contained'
Its eyes shifted into a shade of blue as a new transmission arrived. 'Objective; Abandon current objective. Report to nearest NEST Facility in Los Angeles, California for new assignment'. Its eyes returned to their normal shade of emerald green as it assessed the situation. With a single wave, the chains and band disappeared and Ashley Graham's memories of the event were repressed so far into her psyche that she would never remember it occurring. With the spin of its heel, NE-001 disappeared from the mansion. It returned to its rendezvous point outside the city, where it would reunite with its handler group, who would take it to Los Angeles.
POV: Commander Miguel | September 28th, 1998
Commander Miguel sat quietly within a cargo plane heading toward Raccoon City from Los Angeles, his eyes on the cryo pod in front of him. He was studying Bioweapon NE-001, one of the many B.O.W's that were being deployed to Raccoon City during the outbreak that had broken out three days before. Alpha Team had already been dispatched to retrieve a sample of the G-Virus beneath the city, while Miguel led Bravo team as they prepared to drop NE-001 into the city. It would be an easy process. Open the back doors, shove the cryo pod out, and NE-001 would do the rest.
The red light above the cargo-bay ramp lit up, letting them know it was getting near time for the drop to occur. Miguel had been there when Potter fell through the veil, and he was looking forward to what the bioweapon would do to the city. After all, the weapon was once a wizard. And Miguel only knew a few of Potter's spells, all of which brutally killed their targets. The light glowed orange.
Miguel got to his feet, his guys doing the same as they all grabbed onto the cryo pod. They began pushing it toward the ramp as Luke moved toward the switch. He flicked it, the ramp lowering slowly but surely as Miguel and his men continued to push the pod. They got it to the edge, the wind blowing against Miguel's hair as he gripped the rail connected to the pod. He let out a deep growl as he and his men barely moved it. After a moment, they got it halfway over the edge, holding it tightly as grunts passed through the air. After a moment, the light turned green.
Before they could let the pod go, the left engine sitting below the left wing suddenly blew. The plane veered to the left as the pod did the same, crushing GOBLIN and Conrad, before slamming straight into the cockpit. The nose of the plane dipped down, with Miguel and his men being sent flying as zero gravity kicked in. He knew he only had a moment, so he used it to kick off of the plane wall, landing on the emergency chutes. Tossing one to his surviving men, they all struggled to put them on as gravity began to return. Miguel got his on first but waited. He would be the last to pull the chute. It was his squad's lives after all.
Nighthawk and Derek pulled their chutes, flying off above the descending plane while Luke followed suit. Miguel reached down, grabbing the cord to his chute as he pulled. The parachute shot out of the pack, pulling him out of the plane. He watched it go down, his eyes fixing once more on B.O.W NE-001. Miguel frowned. Had he failed the mission? Would the weapon die? Or could its regeneration bring it back? Taking a deep breath, Miguel turned the strap around his torso, gripping his assault rifle as he pointed it down. They were breaching the clouds, an explosion shaking the air as a bright orange seeped into the clouds. It was a massive explosion. So massive that it was sure to have resulted in the death of NE-001. It was embarrassing. Miguel had failed.