The Good Tenant(A Resident Evil SI/OC)

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 69

Leon flew down the road that led down the mountain and into Raccoon City, his tires squealing as he went from dirt to concrete.

"I need to turn left here," He glanced down at the map before cranking his wheel to the left, sliding for a minute before straightening the vehicle out. "Then I take a quick right and it's a straight shot to the HQ."

Looking up, Leon slammed on the brakes, his right hand pulling the hand brake as he swerved to avoid the giant that stood in his path.

With a sickening crunch, the Jeep crumpled around the creature and everything went black as the airbags deployed.

---

"You do have an evac chopper on standby, right?" Alice asked.

"We'll have to get to the right area and call it in," Carlos shrugged. "But yeah, we've got one."

"Then we need to get to it and get out of here before we end up like the rest of the people that were in the city."

"Fine," Captain Mikhail sighed. "Where is Nikolai and the others? They should have returned by now."

A strange silence filled the air, a small scratching sound the only thing that still lingered.

"Oh hell no," Alice tucked her rifle into her chest. "It's more of those damned spiders. We need to leave, now."

"Spiders?" James Durante asked. "Do I want to know?"

"No," Alice shook her head. "You really don't."

"We must move up," Mikhail moved to the doorway, his trusty Kalashnikov in his hands. "That is where Nikolai and the others are, and I will not leave the rest of our people behind."

"Then up we go," Alice moved up behind the Russian. "Let's just hope that there aren't a lot of spiders up there."

"Ready?" James asked as he moved on the other side of the doorway.

"Wait," Carlos formed a fist. "We don't know who's on point."

James and Carlos pumped their fists one, two, three times before changing to their chosen device.

"Looks like I've got point," James readied his shotgun. "Alice, crack the door."

"Flashbang, out!" Carlos threw the device through the cracked door before closing it, a loud bang sounding in the other room.

"First!" James shoved the door open and pivoted left, his shotgun spraying death down the corridor, the blinded spiders not standing a chance against the weapon.

"The way to the stairs is clear," Mikhail began moving. "We must go."

The group followed the Russian as he entered the stairwell and began moving up the next flight of stairs.

"We must check every floor until we reach the top," He said as he opened the next doorway and moved through it. "We do not know where Nikolai and his group stopped. And radio contact has been intermittent since we arrived in the city."

"Let's hope that they're on one of these floors then," James moved through the doorway, "I'd hate to die because I skipped leg day yesterday."

---

"Last stop, weapons of mass destruction, bioweapons, and the end of the world," The elevator doors opened and I limped through.

"Why so cautious?" Ada asked as she stepped through the doors, her SMG on its sling.

"The last time I was in a lab like this, we had to use grenades to finish off the experiments inside. I'm not taking any chances," I shined my light into the shadows for a minute before switching it off.

"I'm taking point," Ada stepped in front of me. "You're moving a little too slow for me."

"I'll be sure to make an appearance at your funeral," I lowered the barrel of my P-90.

We moved through the lab, looking for active computers, someone to be alive, or anything that might be important.

"Think they're all dead?" Ada asked as we stepped over the body of a scientist.

"There was only one person left alive in the last lab I was in," I nudged the body before shooting the head just in case. "Always make sure they're dead."

"Sure thing, dad," Ada rolled her eyes.

We moved through until we came to a split hallway, and were faced with a choice.

"Which way do we go first?" I asked.

"Flip for it?" Ada drew a quarter out of her vest.

"It's as good an idea as any," I shrugged.

"Heads, we go left, Tails we go right," Ada tossed the coin up as a roar filled the hallway.

"We go left!" I shoved her to the side as a monster screeched. "Run!"

---

"Come on," A muffled voice woke Leon up as a trio of figures surrounded him. "You need to get up."

"HUNK," I think he's awake," Alpha 5 reported.

"Good, maybe now we can move on. We have wasted enough time here."

Leon shook his head and opened his eyes, the blurry figures finally revealing themselves to be armored operators. "What hit me?" he asked as he reached for his handgun.

"We're not sure," Alpha 6 shrugged. "We pulled you from your Jeep, but we only found a few blood splatters."

"There was some sort of giant," Leon stood up.

"We have attracted too much attention," HUNK shoved Leon's pistol back in his hands and pushed him to the side. "We must get to the LZ."

"I don't even know who you are," Leon said as he stood still for a minute.

"That's HUNK," Alpha Five pointed. "I'm Alpha Five, and that's Alpha Six, and we're your only chance of getting out of here alive for now."

"Okay?" Leon followed them as they moved into an alleyway and watched as a group of what looked like zombies swarmed his Jeep. "What the hell are those things?"

"Zombies," Alpha Five whispered. "They've overrun Raccoon City and we're some of the only survivors. We've got evac set up in front of the Police HQ, but we've got to get there first."

"That might be a bit difficult at the moment," Alpha Six muttered. "We've got a Tyrant walking around the outside of the Precinct."

"We're going to have to find a way to take it out," HUNK stated. "Our mission must be completed."

"There might be something inside of the Station that we can use," Leon said. "It's worth a shot at least."

"Agreed," HUNK glanced at Leon's uniform. "You are a member of the department, so you can take point."

"Just a fantastic first day, Leon," the man swore. "Shouldn't have gotten out of bed."

"You got that right,' Alpha Five chuckled.

"A nap does sound really good," Alpha Six agreed. "But we can sleep when we make it out of here."

"One thing at a time," Alpha Five checked the magazine in his SMG. "Tyrant first, then a nap."

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 70

"The door on the right!" I shoved Ada through before sealing it behind us, the creature sliding across the floor as it tried to shift momentum. "You got anything better than that?" I glanced at Ada's MP5.

"No," she shook her head. "What was that thing?"

"I have no idea," I shrugged as I unclipped the P90 from my vest and passed it over to the woman. "But whatever it is, it's going to be hard to put down."

"Watch the door," I unslung my backpack and withdrew the handgun I had found earlier from it. "You might want to use this with that."

"Why do I need another handgun?" Ada accepted the magazines while staring intently at the handgun.

"Because this is an FN Five-Seven," I checked the chamber on the handgun. "It shoots the same round the P90 does. It'll penetrate better than your Beretta and might actually do something against that sort of monster."

"I'll take it," She holstered the handgun, tucking the magazines into some pouches on her vest. "What're you going to use instead though?"

"I've got a few green tips left," I checked the magazine in my M4. "I'll hold the door, you see if there's another way out."

Ada nodded and moved out of my line of sight as I knelt behind an overturned desk and aimed my rifle at the doorway.

"There's a few air vents," Ada chuckled. "But I don't think we're going to be pulling off Die Hard anytime soon."

"Figures," I laughed. "Air vents probably wouldn't be able to hold my weight anyway."

"So we get to shoot our way out?" Ada gestured toward the doorway.

"Yeah," I shrugged. "Figured we'd mix things up a little."

---

"So, I take it we're not going that way?" Leon pointed at the giant that was standing in the middle of the highway.

"No, we need to go around, we do not possess the required weaponry to eliminate that threat and evacuate," HUNK pulls out a map. "We will have to go around."

"Let's hope that the alleyways aren't blocked off," Alpha Five flipped his flashlight on and peered down a side street.

"Take the first alley on the right," HUNK commanded. "We must get these samples out of the city or our mission will be incomplete."

"On you, Lead," Alpha Six nodded at HUNK.

"Once we reach the police station we'll try and find you something better than that," Alpha Five looked at Leon's handgun. "You'll need it if we're going to take out that Tyrant before calling for evac."

The squad entered the darkness of the alleyway and vanished into the night.

---

"We're going to have to take that thing down before we can move on," Cromwell looked out the window. "I don't know how it's tracking you, Jill. But we've got to either kill it or lose it for good."

"The Railgun should do the trick," the tech offered. "It should still be there after we killed the first giant."

"We may have to do that if what we have here doesn't work," Browning frowned. "Valentine, I will need to use you as bait to draw it out. We'll plant some grenades and C4, try and get it in an explosion."

"I'm in," Jill nodded. "Just tell me when I need to go play rabbit."

"I assume you're trained in explosive ordnance?" Browning looked at the tech.

"Yessir," the Tech shrugged his backpack off and showed off the extra explosives within. "Just give me the word and I'll rig whatever you need."

"I have a feeling that this thing will just shrug off the concussive force of regular explosives," Cromwell scratched his elbow. "We need something to be moving fast enough to penetrate this thing's skin as well."

"We don't have time to make a shaped charge," the tech sighed. "But we can improvise something if I can get some copper pipes together."

"There's a hardware store down the street," Jill gestured. "I can distract this thing while you guys get everything ready."

"Go for it," Browning readied his weapon. "We'll cover you and bail you out if it's needed."

"Jill," Cromwell grabbed her and pulled her in for a tight hug. "You aren't allowed to die out there, you hear me?"

"I hear you, sarge," Jill squeezed back. "I'm not gonna make any promises though."

Jill nodded at Major Browning and moved out of the room, attracting the attention of Nemesis.

"STAAAAAAARRRRSSS!" the monster growled, its figure bulging as its coat struggled to contain the mutations that the parasite was causing.

"Man, you got even uglier since we last met!" Jill ducked underneath a thrown zombie and fired a 40mm grenade at the creature, making what was left of the coat vanish in the resulting explosion. "But it looks like I'm the one who got chosen to be your partner," she stood up from her cover with her rifle braced. "So let's dance."

Author's Note: Sorry for the late chapter. I ended up spending a couple of hours yesterday fixing my Sister-In-Law's car and was too exhausted to write.

 

[Tel Janin Aman]

Leon teaming up with HUNK makes me think of this old video

 

[ATP]

And,after some fighting,Jill become mutant bride,and after 15 baby even stopped resisting.
Unhappy ending.

P.S Do not be sad,sister -in-law is more important then us !

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 71

"I want this contained, ladies and gentlemen," The President looked at his staff. "Move up the bombing of Raccoon City, if the data that we have is correct, we cannot afford to let this spread."

"We've still got some special forces in the city, Mr. President," General Mayweather replied. "Radio contact has been sparse, but they are still alive as of last communications."

"If they make it out, then they make it out," the President sighed. "I can't sacrifice the rest of the state or the nation for a few men, no matter how good the men are. I want Raccoon City erased from the maps in three hours."

"Understood, Mr. President," Mayweather saluted and left the room.

"Penny," The president looked at his secretary. "I need you to get Spencer on the phone for me."

"Understood, sir," the woman vanished into her office.

Shortly after, the phone on the President's voice rang. Once, Twice, on the third ring, the President picked up the phone.

"Spencer, you better have a really good fucking way to clean up this mess politically," The President threatened. "Or when I get canned for this, I'm bringing you and your entire company with me."

"With what evidence?" Lord Oswell E. Spencer asked. "You have nothing that can be traced to me."

"I wouldn't be so sure of that," The President glanced at a photograph that had been taken a day before. "I think that you'll find that should I hang, you're coming with me."

The President placed the phone down with a sharp "click" before turning and straightening his suit and tie. "Penny, we've got a lot of work to do."

---

The Satphone that was at Browning's side began ringing, the noise muffled by the pouch that it rested in.

"Go take care of that monster," Browning ordered his team as they approached the Railgun. "Kinda busy at the moment."

"Well, son, if you're not careful, you're about to have a lot of fiery issues. This is General Mayweather, the timetable for the bombing of Raccoon City has been moved up, you have three hours to get out of the city and the surrounding towns. I've done all I can to give you more time. Good luck, and Godspeed soldier."

Major Browning lost his grip on the phone as he heard a noise. Then he turned and began firing on a small group of Lickers, the first two dropping to accurate fire before the rest swarmed him, a grenade falling from the operator's hand as he relaxed his grip for the last time.

In the street, Jill Valentine was wearing down Nemesis, the mutated Tyrant's regeneration unable to keep up with the damage that was being put out.

At the same time, the rest of the Delta Operators were killing other BOWs as they tried to reach the railgun.

The small squad moved as one, filled with purpose and fire as they set up the railgun and loaded one of the few remaining shots.

"Valentine, get clear!" Sergeant Cromwell yelled as Bisenti took careful aim, a perfect shot splitting the atmosphere as the supersonic projectile tore Nemesis in two.

A small explosion shredded the rest of the Lickers as Cromwell killed anything that stood between him and the Major's corpse.

"I'm sorry, Major," Cromwell sighed as he knelt and tore the dog tags loose from his friend.

The nearby Sat Phone crackled, the static attracting the Sergeant.

"This is Sergeant Cromwell."

"What happened to the Major?"

"Major Browning is dead, sir," Cromwell swallowed. "Was there some intel that he was supposed to share?"

"Raccoon City is going to be destroyed in a few hours, Sergeant. I recommend you get what's left of your people out of there."

"Wilco, Cromwell, out."

---

"You got any grenades?" I asked Ada as the door slowly crumpled inward.

"Unfortunately, I didn't think to bring anything like that," Ada shrugged. "I tend to travel light, keep things mobile."

"Works great until you run into something like this," I snarked as I looked over the few grenades I had left. "I've got one frag, one flashbang, and half a mag of AP," I pulled the mag from my rifle and nodded. "After that, I'll have to shift to my sidearms."

"Well, that thing's about through the door," Ada tucked herself behind a metal desk, the barrel of her PDW pointed at the doorway. "Let's hope we can stop this thing."

"I'll bang it first, and then drop a frag on it," I set the grenades up and grabbed the flashbang, pulling the pin and holding the spoon down.

With a crash, the door flew open and the monster walked into the room, its one eye flicking to and fro trying to identify us.

"Flashbang out!" I released the spoon on the device and ducked down behind the desk as I threw it right at the massive eye.

The flash and noise caused the creature to roar and cover its eye, giving me enough time to toss the frag at its feet before ducking behind the cover again.

Shrapnel pinged off of my cover as I stood up and looked at the monster, it's one giant eye leaking some sort of fluid where the shrapnel had pierced it.

"Ada, we need to go, I don't think this thing is dead yet." I pointed my rifle at it while Ada left just behind me.

"We need to go," Ada looked at the corridors at the new zombies that were present. "I don't think I'm going to get what I came here for."

"Way we came in is blocked off," I pointed at where a couple of steel beams had collapsed and blocked off the hallway. "We're going to need to find an alternate exit."

"You got any more explosives?" Ada asked. "Because we might have to make our exit."

"I'm nearly dry," I shrugged. "But Umbrella facilities have armories for their mercs. So there might be something of use in one of these rooms."

"I guess we get to have fun exploring in a zombie-infested lab," Ada killed a trio of zombies with a few shots, clearing out some space for us to move.

"If this is your idea of fun," I let my rifle drop so I could use my handgun. "Then remind me to never try and go on a date with you."

"Why? Can't stand the adventure?" Ada stuck her tongue out.

"Woman, there is such a thing as too much adventure. My idea of a perfect date right now is a steakhouse, a beer, and a nice cold pillow."

"I'll drink to that," Ada smirked. "We make it out of here then I'll owe you a drink. Sound fair?"

"If we make it out of here, I fully expect to never see you again," I advanced, my slide rocking back as I ejected the empty magazine and placed it in my dump pouch for later, the new magazine slamming in as I chambered a new round and continued firing.

"Guess we'll just have to make it out of here first then," Ada grabbed the shoulder strap of my tac vest as she walked backward, her right hand holding the P-90 while her left kept her out of my line of fire.

"Just focus on the enemy," I sighed. "I don't get paid enough for this shit."

 

[Lightning_Strife]

Just read your whole story today. I usually do not enjoy resident evil fanfiction but I really enjoyed your story it was alot of fun.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 72


"Anyone want to tell me what happened here?" Leon asked as they made their way into the darkened halls of the police station. "I was supposed to start my first shift today."

"Helluva first day," Alpha Five chuckled. "We don't have time for the long version, so I'll give it to you short and sweet. There's been a viral outbreak and the virus is deadly and has a high mutation rate. Which leads to many people exhibiting zombie behavior, and reanimation of dead tissue. I'd tell you more, but I think that I'm close to breaching my NDA as is."

HUNK grunted and moved his hand away from his sidearm after Alpha Five had stopped speaking.

"You dodged a literal bullet there," Alpha Six turned to cover the rear of the group. "The Grim Reaper was about to kill you."

"I'm well aware," Alpha Five replied. "Hey Rookie, you got a key for the gates?"

"No," Leon shook his head. "I was supposed to get that sort of thing sorted out today."

"Then you're just shy of useless," HUNK sighed. "I hope that you are proficient with that sidearm. Should you slow us down then I will end you myself."

"I'll keep up," Leon gulped as he gripped his handgun a little tighter.

"Alpha Five, I need charges set on this wall," HUNK turned to provide cover. "We do not have an entrance, so we shall have to make our own."

"Copy that," the soldier unslung a small pack and brought out a set of breaching charges. "Setting up now, cover me."

The breaching charges were set against the brick wall, the detonator attached to a series of wires.

"When I blow this we're going to attract a lot of attention," Alpha Five said as he moved into cover, the detonator in his hand. "We'll have to move quickly if we don't want to get hit by the crowd that it draws in."

"We are ready," HUNK shifted his weight.

With a nod, the man clicked the detonator, the small shaped charges blowing a section of the wall inwards, and the blast deflected away.

"Move!" Alpha Six grabbed Leon and pushed him in front of him. "We need to get in there, now!"

The Squad sprinted for the entrance, HUNK reaching the doors first and pulling them open for the rest of the squad before turning and closing it behind them.

"Any idea where the armory might be?" Alpha Five gasped out.

"I think it's on the ground floor," Leon shrugged. "I did look at the layout of the main precinct before I started."

"Then lead the way."

---

"I know that you have people here, but we need to leave," Cromwell told Jill. "The Powers that Be are getting ready to wipe Raccoon City off the map, and if we don't get out of here then we'll be next on the list."

"You can leave," Jill looked into her old friend's eyes. "But I'm going to go find my people and get them out. You guys handled the bigger threat anyway-"

A Flare rose in the distance from the roof of a distant hotel.

"Looks like someone is evacuating," Bisenti raised a small rangefinder to his eye. "Can't make out the details, but it looks like an old Ruskie bird."

"Umbrella," Jill spat. "I'm half-tempted to shoot them down."

"Well, I'll knock you out if you try it," Cromwell glared. "I'm not stopping anyone from leaving this hellhole. Now, you can leave with us, or you can stay here, but you need o make a decision now.

"I'm staying," Jill replied, checking her rifle's magazine. "You and yours can get out of here."

"Jill," Bisenti looked at the woman. "I expect to get a phone call from you when you get out of here and are settled down."

"You got it," Jill nodded. "See ya around, Sarge."

"Valentine," Cromwell sighed. "Take this," he tossed the Sat phone to her. "I have a feeling that you'll need it more than I will."

With a final nod, Jill turned and started heading deeper into the city. Her work wasn't finished yet.

---

"That is a lot of zombies," Alice peered over the roof of the hotel.

"Captain, I think I found our men!" James Durante called the officer over.

There, on a small section of the roof was a pile of bodies, the rest of the members of Delta Platoon.

"Whatever did this had some nasty claws," Alice said as she knelt and looked at the bodies. "Look, this guy's weapon has been torn in half by something."

"Where is Nikolai?" Mikhail looked through the bodies. "He may have survived."

"Might want to focus on us surviving first," James backed up into Carlos. "Because I don't think I've ever seen a Scorpion that big before."

With a loud screech, the arachnid moved, its claw swinging backward and into Mikhail, throwing him off of the roof as the stinger slashed down and carved a hole in the concrete.

James' shotgun barked, the buckshot scattering off of the armored carapace as Carlos ran over to where Mikhail had been thrown.

"James, buckshots' going to do fuck all to this thing, I hope you've got some slugs," Alice shouldered her rifle and squeezed the trigger, the .357 magnum round driving the scorpion back a bit as the carapace bent inward.

"I've got better than that!" James ducked into cover. "Keep it busy for a minute, I think I've got the solution to this problem."

"I'll try," Alice ducked underneath a claw before diving backward. "Hurry!" the tail went between her legs as she darted away.

"Captain, I've got you," Carlos pulled the aged Russian up from his small handhold. "You good, man?"

"Yes, better now that I can fight," Mikhail pulled his trusty Kalashnikov into his shoulder. "Come, comrade, there are monsters to kill."

–
–
"I thought that it would be more effective," Nikolai muttered to himself as he trained the camera on the fight happening. "It seems that once these creatures lose the element of surprise they are not as lethal."

A small noise came from behind him and the Russian turned, his suppressed weapon in hand as he dropped another zombie.

"Now, let us see if I can acquire more footage from the other observers," Nikolai trained his scope on another area before pulling out a small map with drop points circled on it.

Nodding to himself, he picked up the rifle and tied a rope to the point he had marked earlier before rappelling down the side of the building. There was much work to be done if he wanted the big payday.

---

"Do you know why we were all brought here so early in the morning?" Enrico asked J.D. as they both enjoyed a cup of coffee.

"Best guess is that Umbrella screwed up and now they need us in a more secure location," the marksman shrugged. "A couple of friends of mine are on the detail, so I'll try and see what info they can give me."

"Just keep an eye out," Enrico looked at the rest of the group. "I have a feeling that we're going to be under some extreme scrutiny soon."

"Agreed," J.D. nodded. "I'll get Kaplan to see what he can find while I work the angles I've got."

"Make sure that insurance plan is set up," Enrico reminded. "If we go down, I want the world to know what happened."

"Umbrella's not surviving what we've got prepped," J.D. smirked. "Kaplan and I made sure of that."

"Good," Enrico sat down. "I guess all that's left is to wait and see what happens next."

"That, and to pray that the others make it through whatever it is that they're going through," Kaplan said as he walked into the room. "God only knows what Chris and Rain are doing over in Europe."

"I think I've got a fairly good idea," J.D. hid his smirk behind his mug before changing the subject. "Anybody heard from the crew in Raccoon City?"

"No," Enrico shook his head. "And that's what worries me."

 

[ATP]

If i remember correctly,Umbrella never pay for what they did.Well,unless you count most of them being eaten by their creatures.
Maybe here it would be different.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Update is postponed. I’m currently down with a stomach bug.

 

[The Whispering Monk]

Update is postponed. I’m currently down with a stomach bug.

Get better soonest.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 73

“I thought that thing was dead!” Ada ducked underneath a claw as she held down the trigger on the P90.

“Guess not,” I reloaded my 10mm. “And I’m not sure we’ve got the kind of firepower it will take to kill this thing.”

“It’s a lab! Ada replied. “They’ve got to have gas valves somewhere!”

“You wanna blow a gas line in an enclosed underground space, are you outta your mind?!”

“Do we have another option?” Ada reloaded before diving away from another attack.

“Not really,” I shoved a zombie into the path of the raging monster. “I just like all of my limbs intact.”

“Run distraction,” Ada calls out, leaving me behind as she runs into a lab.

“Might as well,” I sighed as my handgun ripped chunks of flesh off of the enemy. “Not like I’ve got any better ideas.”

Moving closer, I holster my handgun for a moment before switching to my rifle.

“Hope this does something,” I fire off three, five-round bursts, the last of my green-tipped ammo punching through the creature and into the wall behind it.

Dumping my mag, I swapped to my ball ammo and continued firing, the end of my barrel smoking as I held down the trigger.

“Bring it into the lab!” Ada screams as she ducks into the main hallway.

I grunted and started sprinting for the lab, the smell of the additive they add to propane filling my nose as the creature lost its footing and slipped further into the lab.

Reaching into my pocket, I grabbed a flare and lit it before throwing it into the other room, sucking behind the same metal table that Ada was hiding behind as the explosion deafened us.

As the heat vanished, I peeked over the desk and saw that the flames were only visible where there were no lights, the gas continuing to feed the flames.

“You good?” I caught Ada’s eye and pulled my earpro out.

“Yeah,” She pulled some small earplugs of her own out. “This ain’t my first time.”

“We should probably get to the elevator,” I shrugged. “I don’t think we’ll be getting any useful data from those computers.”

“Says you,” Ada smirked, pulling two hardened CD cases out of her satchel. “I even thought to share.”

“Thanks,” I tucked the CD into my pack. “Now, can we please leave?”

“Yeah,” she looked at the smoldering corpse of the giant-eyed monster. “I kinda want that drink now.”

“You and me both,” I swiped the keycard and smiled as the doors opened. “Think there’s a way out if we go down?”

“Looking at this place, I wouldn’t doubt it,” Ada got in and hit the button.

“Let’s just hope that they planned their escape routes better than their lab security measures.”

---

James grabbed the explosive charge out of his pack before jumping onto the back of the Scorpion, sticking it to the base of the stinger before sliding off.

“Get clear!” He yelled as he slid behind an air conditioner vent; depressing the detonator as he did so.

After the explosion, there was a shower of green as the remnants of the giant arachnid rained down on the roof.

“Fuck,” Alice swore, wiping much from her face. “This shit is disgusting.”

“Good work, comrades,” Captain Mikhail said as he stepped forward with his Kalashnikov in one hand and a flare gun in the other. “Let us get out of here, yes?”

“Yeah,” Alice agreed. “It’s been one hell of a week. And I’m ready to leave.”

“I just hope Nikolai and the others died quickly,” Carlos said as he kicked what was left of the scorpion. “It’d suck if they could feel what this thing was doing to them.”

“Not our problem anymore,” James sat down and pulled out a cigarette before lighting it. “Anyone else want one?”

“Yeah,” Alice sat down and accepted one and a lighter. “I’ll take one.”

Captain Mikhail simply pulled out a cigar and lit it with a match, taking a puff before sighing.

“This is not a good day,” he shook his head as he looked into the dark sky. “No, not a good day at all.”

“You said it, boss,” Carlos leaned against a wall as the sound of helicopter blades echoed in the distance. “You said it.”

---

Jill ran through the alleyways, headed for the nearest location that would have a powerful enough radio for her to get into contact with Alice or Mark.

“Come on,” She muttered as she reached a locked gate. “Guess I’ll have to pick it.”

Pulling out her tools, she grabbed a couple of tools and quickly forced the padlock open,

“Should be a relatively straight shot to the station from here,” She opened the gate and continued moving, shoving her lockpicking set back into a pouch on her vest.

Grabbing a small pipe, she vaulted over the last obstacle to the Station, clearing the wall and rolling before coming up on the rear entrance.

“And now we see if any of my friends are still alive,” She opened the door using her STARS keycard before hearing a small burst of automatic fire from within the station.

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–

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news,” Alpha Six muttered as he loaded an M-79 grenade launcher with an HE round. “But it seems that the Tyrant has noticed us.”

“Not us,” HUNK shook his head. “We have not made any noise. But there might be some survivors in the station that have attracted attention to us.”

“Then I guess we get to kill Goliath,” Alpha Five grinned. “And we’ve got some pretty big stones to sling at him this time around, he hefted an RPG-7 he had found in the evidence locker.

“Do I get to use any of the big guns?” Leon asked as he held the Army Surplus M-16 to his chest.

“No,” HUNK shook his head. “You are accurate with your handgun, but you need work before you are proficient at a level that I deem acceptable.”

“Now, let’s go kill us a Tyrant and get the hell out of here,” Alpha Six said as he slung a bandolier of grenades across his chest. “Not like we got any other options right now, anyway.”

“We will use the roof to shoot down on the BOW,” HUNK ordered. “We must eliminate it before it reaches close quarters or we will find it hard to complete our objectives.”

“Whatever you say, Reaper,” Five shook his head. “You’re the one with the best odds of survival out here after all.”

Then HUNK turned and pointed his newly acquired shotgun at the door, just as a feminine form walked in.

“So, can anyone join this party, or is it invite only?”

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 74

"Identify yourself!" HUNK barked.

"Jill Valentine, STARS," Jill replied, her rifle pointed at the USS operative. "And you're in my armory, so unless you feel like explaining what it is you're doing, I think we should let it be and deal with the real threat outside."

HUNK remained motionless as he considered her words. "I am willing to cooperate on those grounds," he lowered his shotgun. "I assume that you will need evacuation from the city as well?"

"I was hoping to get into contact with some friends of mine first," Jill shrugged. "I'm going to use the tower here to see if I can get a signal out and then we can leave. The Feds are about to firebomb Raccoon City into the bedrock in," Jill checked her watch. "Four hours or so."

"If you can get us access to the radio controls, we'd appreciate it," Alpha Five sighed. "We're pretty much out of breaching kit, and it doesn't seem like there's any left here."

"Need to call for your evac?" Jill raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah, our radios got fucked up earlier," Six gestured to a broken piece of plastic. "It's been a pretty bad few days."

"Now that, I understand," Jill agreed. "Pass me some of those forties and grab your kit, we need to move."

"Here," Leon handed Jill some 40mm grenades. "I'm Leon Kennedy."

"Jill," she nodded.

"Yeah, helluva first couple of days, isn't it?" Leon asked.

Jill then spotted the scuffed and dirty RPD logo on his jacket. "Seems you picked the worst possible time to join up, rook."

"Tell me about it," Leon agreed. "I should have stayed in my hotel."

"Well, you're alive," Jill reloaded the grenade launcher. "That's more than a lot of people can say."

The room fell silent as Jill traded out some of her magazines for fresh ones and then took point.

"Dispatch is this way," Jill pointed towards the back of the station. "Let's hope that they didn't clear out everything when they left."

---

"You're hissing," Carlos gestured toward Alice's hip. "You wanna get that?"

"Oh," Alice shook her head, trying to clear the fog from her brain. "Go for Alice," she spoke into the radio.

"Thank God you're alive," Jill's voice broke through the static. "Where are you? You need to get out of the city, now! Raccoon's going to be wiped off the map in a few hours."

"I've got an exit," Alice reassured Jill. "Met some of the UBCS people like Rain and the others. We've got a chopper coming in for exit."

"That's great! Have you been able to get in contact with Mark at all?"

"Negative, he's still off-grid," Alice shrugged.

"That's what I figured," Jill sighed. "We'll meet up once we're out of the city. Remember the location we agreed on?"

"Yeah," Alice replied. "I'll be there."

"See you there, Jill, out," the radio fell silent as the chopper began to descend for a landing.

"Captain, where's the rest of your platoon?" the pilot asked once the headsets had been secured.

"Dead," Captain Mikhail replied. "As we will be if we do not leave."

"This is everyone?" the copilot asked.

"Yes," Carlos nodded. "We're good to go."

The chopper slowly lifted off of the platform and began moving through the city.

"You don't realize what a fuckin mess it is down there when you're in it," James said as he looked down. "So many people, just turned into monsters and freaks."

"There's only so many people you can evacuate in these scenarios," Alice lit another cigarette and exhaled some smoke. "We did what we could, but it's never enough. At the end of the day, this'll end up being just another statistic. Something that people will forget about in a few years."

"I hope not," Carlos made the sign of the cross, pulling out a small rosary from under his uniform."That would be a sad world to live in, my friend."

"It's the world we live in," Alice shrugged. "I'll do what I can to help, but I'm only one person. It's not like I've got superpowers or anything like that. I'm just a scientist who got lucky."

---

"Does Umbrella shop at Supervillains R US or something?" Ada asked after the elevator reached the top, the doors opening to reveal a small train.

"Probably," I replied as we exited. "They certainly like their secrecy, that's for sure."

"Your knee alright?" Ada gestured toward my leg as we walk around the train to the entrance.

"Nope," I shook my head. "I'm probably going to have problems once we're out of here."

"We're getting a drink first," Ada opened the door and helped me into the train. "I know this great bar down in Texas."

"Sounds good," I groaned as I sat down. "You want to get this train moving?"

"Sure," she chuckled. "Not like anything's gonna go wrong now."

"Shit," I swore and immediately stood up to face the elevator.

"What?" Ada poked her head back into the main car.

"You just asked Saint Murphy to bless us with his presence," I snarked. "And he's not going to remain on the sidelines."

"What do you mean?!" She yelled back.

"Don't worry about it! Just make sure this thing is ready to leave!"

As the words left my mouth, the elevator doors exploded outward and the creature once known as William Birkin once again faced me.

"I really am starting to hate you," I muttered as the giant eye focused on me. "You'd think that you'd stay down, but no, you just have to keep getting back up."

With a roar, the monster charges at me, swinging one clawed arm at me as the other defends its eye from the last five rounds in my rifle magazine.

Sliding under the arm, I skid before pivoting and drawing my sidearm, the 9mm rounds wouldn't do much, but they were all that I had left to fight with.

Running away, I focused his attention on me instead of the train, my pistol slide locking back as I swapped magazines and continuing to fire, the rounds bouncing off of the armored hide and drilling into a few sections of concrete around me.

And then, it happened, as I stepped out with my left foot to try and avoid the charging G-Virus fueled monstrosity, my knee gave out, and I collapsed to the ground.

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 75

"These things die so much easier when you have the right amount of firepower," Jill grins as the Tyrant is hit by the rocket-propelled grenade at the same time as her 40mm and a grenade from Alpha-Five.

The Tyrant roars and charges at the Police HQ, beginning to force handholds into the concrete as it climbs up to the roof before being hit by another cluster of grenades, dropping it onto the ground where a small crater formed.

"Don't let up," Jill advised. "We had to hit one of these things with four missiles from a launcher the first time we encountered one."

Then a small flurry of rockets came from the sky and vaporized both the Tyran and the handful of zombies that had clustered around the gate.

"That's not the one we called for," HUNK shouldered his RPG, aiming the chopper as it descended.

"Saw the fight, and thought you might like a hand!" Alice grinned as she stepped out of the chopper.

"Yeah, thanks for the assist," Jill nodded. "I'm assuming that you're willing to give us a ride out of here?"

"We've got the space," Carlos leaned out of the helicopter. "So you might as well tag along."

"I'm ready to get out of here," Leon boarded the chopper and strapped himself in, Alpha's Five and Six climbing on board as well.

"I still have a mission to complete," HUNK stated. "I will see it done."

"You sure, Grim Reaper?" Six asked. "These guys work for Umbrella just the same as we do."

"Negative, they do not report to the same channels. I will remain and see to it that our mission is accomplished."

"Your funeral," Jill shrugged. "Alice, we're leaving, if this guy's too stubborn to leave then that's on him."

The chopper door closed and it began to take off, leaving HUNK alone to face his fate.

"Nightshade, what is your ETA?"

"ETA is one-five mikes, we had to evade some aircraft on the way in."

"Copy that, I will be waiting at rendezvous point Charlie," HUNK responded. "Do not be late."

"We hear you, Grim Reaper. We'll get you out on time, Nightshade out."

HUNK nodded to himself as he looked down below at the zombies that were congregating around the gate to the station, the crater doing little to dissuade them from moving into the blown-open doors of the HQ.

With a sigh, the operative turned and began barricading the door. He only had to hold out for fifteen minutes after all.

---

The monster grabbed me with its massive hand and began to squeeze, the pistol dropping out of my hand and falling to the ground as my wrist gave way.

Then, Ada stepped out from the Train with a rocket launcher in her hands, the missile exploding against the clawed hand and sending me hurtling towards the wall.

I stared at the fight going on in front of me as my vision began to ebb, noise fading away as I crawled toward where my pistol had fallen, the matte metal resting a few feet in front of me.

With every pulse of pain, I moved forward, a rhythm that synched with my heart as I grabbed the weapon with my uninjured hand.

Turning my gaze back to the fight, I saw that Birkin had fallen backward, flames devouring the body as the massive eye stared at the woman.

Lining up my sights with the eye, I squeezed the trigger one last time and let my arms collapse as I watched the eye explode, pus and viscera scattering across the wall. Then, I laid back on the ground as Ada stepped forward and dragged me onto the train, her words little more than noise as I closed my eyes and everything went black.

---

"Command, this is Bravo Actual, requesting permission to begin the bombing run."

"Permission granted Bravo, your mission is a go, proceed."

The flight of B-52 bombers began to release their payloads across the cityscape of Raccoon, the firebombs dropping and erasing the city as flames began to rise.

"We have solid hits, command. How do you want us to proceed?"

"Target parameters are being communicated now, please proceed with your orders."

"Understood, awaiting orders."

–
–

Down below, the buildings of Raccoon City were collapsing, the concrete jungle sending up clouds of dust to join the smoke that filled the horizon.

Below the surface, the labs belonging to a certain pharmaceutical giant began to self-destruct as well, contributing to the eradication of every last bit of the Virus that had spread over the city, the flames killing off everything that was left alive.

"Command, this is Bravo Actual, we have confirmed the destruction of the target, requesting permission to RTB."

"Permission granted, Bravo, RTB."

---

"Mr. President," the Chairman of the Joint Chiefs of Staff saluted as he entered the room. "It's done."

"May God have mercy on us all," the President whispered as he poured whiskey into two decanters. "Join me for a drink, it's the last one we'll be able to enjoy for a long time."

"The people are going to want to blame someone for this," the General sighed as he sat down and sipped at the liquor.

"I'm setting up Umbrella to take the fall, but both of our careers are over."

"Yes, sir," the general replied. "I'll call my daughter and wife, and start setting my affairs in order."

"Spend what time you can with them now," the President tossed back the decanter before pouring another drink. "It's the last chance you'll have for a long time."

 

[MarkWarrior]

Chapter 76

"It's good to see that you made it out," Enrico pulled Jill in for a hug. "Because of you, they managed to evacuate a lot more of the civilians from Raccoon City than they would have otherwise before they firebombed it."

"Yeah, I saw that Umbrella's taking a beating in the markets," Alice spoke up. "Has the data helped?"

"The FBI has been making mass arrests," J. D. sighed. "Couple of old friends of mine in the Bureau let me know that it's nearly a quarter of the Senate and a third of the House that was in Umbrella's pocket. And don't even get me started on the FDA."

"Fuck," Jill exhaled.

"Yeah," Kaplan joined the group. "Luckily, they were able to suspend all government contracts with Umbrella. And the shareholders that didn't know what Umbrella was doing behind the scenes have sold their stocks entirely. Umbrella is a crumbling Giant. It'll just take it a little bit of time to fall."

"Chris and Rain got in touch while you guys were in transit," Forest finally spoke. "They're going to be comms silent while they track down some more of Umbrella's operations in Europe. There's a group over there that's been investigating them for nearly a decade. Should be interesting to see what happens."

"Any word from Mark?" Jill asked. "We lost track of him when things began to get crazy in Raccoon."

"No," Enrico shook his head. "He's not contacted us, and we've not heard anything mentioning someone matching his description."

"Nothing from any of my contacts, either," J. D. sighed. "All we can do is wait and hope that he made it out."

---

"The Vice President is now being sworn in due to the President's resignation, and the emergency elections for both the House and Senate are being rushed due to the American Public wanting Umbrella Corporation to face justice," The reporter read off from her teleprompter. "And now, we're going live to our on-the-scene reporter at the White House. Bob, tell me how things are going there?"

"Well, Cindy, the world has never seen a mass protest like this in all of history. At last count, there were two million people gathered here in DC alone, with hundreds of thousands if not millions more at state capitals. All of these people are United under one purpose. To bring Umbrella down, and to see that the corruption in the US government is dealt with."

–
–

"My fellow Americans, I am saddened by the death toll that has happened in our nation over these past few weeks," the now President started his speech, reading from his podium before picking up the papers and throwing them behind him to lie scattered on the ground.

"What we have learned over the last month is that there has been a cancer eating away," the man looked at every reporter and camera there for a moment before continuing. "That our once Great Nation has an infection that nearly killed us. And not only us but many nations around the world.

What I need is cooperation and assistance from all parts of the government if we are to root this out. I need you, the people as well.

Corporations and companies are regulated by the government, but we cannot control them. We are doing our part to take them down, with arrests and investigations being carried out daily. What we need you, the civilians is to stop purchasing their products, to start depriving them of the funds and resources to stave off what is coming for them. You, the people are their main source of income now that their government contracts have been halted. So, I'm asking you, my fellow Americans, to help with bringing these people to justice. So that those who lost their lives in Raccoon City will not be forgotten and that this kind of threat will never be taken lightly again."

---

"So, I take it we all got the invitations?" Alice asked, her phone held to her ear.

"Yeah," Jill replied. "We're meeting up before heading in together. They even sent one out to the new guy, Kennedy."

"Let's hope that some good comes out of this meeting," Alice sighed. "It's been a crazy few months since Raccoon."

"Tell me about it," Jill laughed.

"So, remember a few weeks back when Kaplan said that he got a weird email?" Alice sat down at her table.

"Yeah, what about it?"

"Seems it was a code or something, Kaplan took some time to figure it out, but it did have something that might have pointed to Mark. It's a slim chance, but he might still be alive somewhere."

"I guess we can see about tracking it down after this meeting," Jill leaned back and rested her head against the back of her chair. "I just hope that he didn't end up turning."

"I don't want another friend to have died because of this," Alice agreed. "I've already lost too many."

–
–

"Thank you for responding to this invitation," The President of the United States looked at the fifty or so assembled people. "You are the group that was suggested to form the core of what we are building. Some of you used to work for Umbrella, some of you were members of the military or the Police Department of Raccoon City. I would like you to be the first members of this task force. We do not have a name for you yet, but I believe that you stand the best chance of not only finding out what Umbrella has been hiding in the shadows. But also our best chance of finding a way to survive the T-Virus should it ever make its way into the public."

"You're going to be getting the very best gear and support we can provide," the new Secretary of Defense stated. "Money, labs, bases, we're sparing no expense on this. If you need something then we will find a way to get it to you."

"I'm not asking you to make a decision now," the President said after a minute. "But when you do make one, we're ready to get started."

---

Two months previous…

"Come on," Ada slung Mark over her shoulder as she left the wreckage of the train behind. "I've got someone coming to pick us up. They'll get us patched up."

A helicopter slowly came in for a landing and a tall blond stepped out, a smirk on his face.

"I see that you brought a gift to go with the data," Wesker said. "I'll ensure that you get a bonus for this."

"I just want to get him healed up," Ada replied. "This wasn't a part of our deal."

"The deal has been changed," Wesker replied, as he held up the secured disk with the information on it. "And your services are no longer required."

A handgun appeared in Wesker's hands before a small explosion from it knocked Ada to the ground.

"A pity," Wesker sighed as he picked up the unconscious man. "I had hopes for you, Ms. Wong."

"And now I get to exact some small measure of revenge," Wesker smirked. "Oh, the plans I have for you."

—
—

Ada stirred, her chest burning as she peeled off her jacket and looked at the Kevlar vest hidden beneath.

"Yeah, those are broken," she groaned as her chest radiated pain when she breathed. "Glad I wore this though. Otherwise, I'd be dead."

Standing up, she looked around the small clearing and crawled over to the small pile of weapons that had been left behind by that bastard Wesker.

"I promise I'll buy you that drink sometime," Ada swore as she used the discarded M4 to stand up. "But I've gotta get out of here first."

Ada began walking toward civilization. She would track down Wesker later.

---

"Sorry, Kennedy, but you're gonna need more training if you're gonna keep up." The current members of the team were kitted up to hit an Umbrella facility in Alaska. "Give it a couple of months and stick at it. You're making good progress."

"Come on kid," Barry grinned. "Let's get you some range time and then hit the gym. There's work to be done."

---

"Thanks," Billy Coen handed over the wad of cash. "This is all setup and ready to use?"

"Yeah," the other man nodded. "New social, Driver's license, I gave you and the girl the works. Even got you into the government's databases. Enjoy your new life William Everett."

"Here," Bill handed over some more cash. "A bonus for the good work."

Lisa simply looked at the forger with a critical eye before nodding and following her current guardian.

"Alright, Lisa, we're gonna get set up here and get you into school," Billy walked down the street to the nearby motel. "When we get settled down we'll try and find out what interests you and work towards you doing that. Whatever it takes."

Outwardly, Lisa smiled at the man who was currently acting as a big brother. But inwardly, her gut and mind churned at the thought of revenge. She would kill the Hated One, and none would stand in her way.

To be continued…

 

[MarkWarrior]

Teaser for Evicted

May 15, 2000

"So you're not as resistant to the Virus as I had hoped," Wesker looked at the unconscious man strapped to the operating table. "So it seems that any modifications I make will have to be done the… Old fashioned way."

Wesker smirks as he grabs the scalpel and an odd device from a nearby shelf. "This will ensure both your compliance, and your reliance on me."

---

"Ms. Redfield, we've taken a look at your resume and while we'd be perfectly happy to offer you a job here at the Biowarfare Response Agency, we'd like to know a bit more about your motivations."

"My brother Chris has been working for you the last two years," the redhead met the interviewer's eyes. "He went missing last year. I'm going to find him."

---

"You're certain that this lead is good?" Jill asked Ada.

"Can't be certain of anything in this business. But I owe him. And I always settle my debts."

"Then let's see if we can find out where the trail leads," Jill tucked her lockpick set and extra weapons away behind her jacket. "And hope that we can find something useful."

"We've got two weeks," Ada nodded. "Then our leave is up and we have to be back on the job."

---

"C'mon," Kaplan whispered as he soldered a connection on the circuit board he was leaning over. "If we want to beat them then we need to up the stakes."

After everything had cooled, Kaplan booted up the supercomputer and grinned as the custom operating system began running, the temperature spiking for a moment before the cooling kicked in.

"Good Afternoon Doctor Kaplan, I'm the White Queen." A small girl's voice echoed through the room. "Where do you want me to start?"

---

"This is Alpha Team, we need backup. We've found quite a nest here in South America. Seems this Lab didn't manage to use their containment protocols," Enrico reported.

"Understood," J. D. replied. "Bravo team is en route to assist."

"How's the chopper look?"

"We're all set," Leon replied. "She'll get us there in one piece as long as I'm not flying."

"You are a danger," Natalia agreed as she boarded the chopper and chambered a round in her AK. "As much to yourself as to others when driving or piloting."

"The kid will be fine," J. D. chuckled. "We'll teach him enough to make him at least decent at it."

---

"So, if we isolate the right properties," Alice peered through a microscope.

"Then we might be able to produce something that works as a viable counter agent to those who've been infected for a few days, if not longer," Rebecca agreed. "We'll have to run a lot more tests though."

"I'll run it by Annette, she's the expert on this, after all," Alice shrugged. "Besides, I'm supposed to go out into the field next week. Some outbreak in South America."

"We'll try not to burn the place down," Rebecca grinned.

"Just make sure it starts in my lab if you do," Alice replied.

"No promises."

---

"I think…" Chris muttered as he looked at the gate to a village in the middle of nowhere. "That I'm beginning to hate Europe."

"You and me both," Rain agreed. "You and me both."