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Post by Sniper Fox on Apr 20, 2008 3:19:46 GMT -5
This is the story I started while at the other forum. I'm gonna be working on it again this summer.
Until then I will post up what I have written already. Please reply with your comments. (I will post what I have already written because I don't want to make the thread extremely lengthy) - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
Introduction
Christine sat at her desk trembling all over. She had just received the call that could change everything in her life and the life of many others. It had been a field agent friend of hers out of Dallas. Apparently HUNK had made all of his rounds but there had been a minor problem. “Minor” he had said.
The goddammed sewers were probably crawling with T-Virus infected rats and god knows what else and yet to him and everyone else it was a minor problem. He had called at 2:30AM and now it was near 3:15. She was too scared to pick up the phone and call Trent. Christine, the only contact in Umbrella with enough clearance to speak to Mr. Trent directly wasn’t sure if she wanted to keep playing this game anymore.
But she knew if she ducked out, now or anytime for that matter it would be a much more challenging game for her. She grabbed up the phone and dialed the seven digit number and then entered the two access codes. Her heart skipped a beat or two and then the call went through.
“Hello?” She said “What do you have for me?” he asked in very serious tone “Well sir, I have some good news and some bad news” She didn’t wait for him to reply “First, HUNK has managed to extract a sample of the G-Virus. But.. somehow.. in all of the commotion, a case of the T sample was broken in the Raccoon City under level.” “What have you done to prevent the virus from reaching the city level? He asked “Well sir, this happened around eleven thirty tonight but I was not informed until about half an hour ago.” She waited for almost a minute but he finally replied “Get dressed, I’m sending a chopper”
Part 1
Christine arrived in Dallas about two hours later. The chopper landed at an unmarked airstrip near the airport. She was quickly ushered outside of the chopper and then was put into the backseat of a shiny black trailblazer. The driver didn’t speak or even acknowledge her. Christine had been to these secretive meetings with Trent before but this time seemed so much different. She started to think about Nick and Sarah.
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Christine Kellerman was born in Cleveland, Ohio. She had a decent childhood living with her mother and her brother Paul. They never knew their real father. Everything was going well until Paul had went to WestPoint when she was still a junior. Their mother had gotten sick and Christine had to take care of her. She finally died when Christine had turned nineteen.
Christine had always been smart and had gotten many scholarships but one that particularly interested her. A newer paramedical company, Umbrella Inc. was on the rise and looking for young talented students wanting to have a career in medicine. That was around the same time she had met her first love Eric. Things were going good after that, at least for a couple of years until she was approached about a better paying job within Umbrella. She took it. Saw the true side of Umbrella and had gotten herself pregnant at the same time. Eric her “first love” skipped town and she was trapped. Her work was all she had and before she had a chance to truly understand what Umbrella was really doing with their secret labs it was too late. She had given birth to a beautiful baby girl and Umbrella now had their leverage.
She was moved to Colorado without a choice in the matter. At first she wanted nothing more than to escape Umbrella’s grasp but eventually she came to terms with what she was doing. She had money and was protected by the company. Plus there was no way she was going to endanger Sarah by double crossing the company. Then she met Nick, a truly good guy and a full time nanny for Sarah. Christine was either working or spending time with her daughter and Nick. But now things were only getting worse.
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They arrived at the Hyatt Regency in Dallas. A humongous Motel privately owned by non other than Umbrella Inc. The driver let her out and she was escorted up to the fourth floor. She was walked to a suit and the driver knocked three times and then departed. She stood there for a moment and then the door slowly opened. Someone she didn’t quite recognize smiled at her and offered his hand. She walked past, without shaking his hand and entered into a large room. It had a long meeting table in the middle and a large glass window with a view of the whole district. From behind her “Take a seat please” the man said not sounding irritated at all.
He introduced himself as Ian Ashcroft. He was in a tan suit and khakis. He was somewhat short and in his late twenties. Bald but she thought it suited him. “It won’t be long before Mr. Trent arrives” he told her.
Part 2
Trent arrived about twenty minutes later. Opening the door and entering with a bright smile on his face. He had always seemed a little crazy to Christine, like he was constantly on drugs or something. He brought three cups of coffee in with him and set one next to Ian and one next to Christine.
Then he set three chairs down from Christine. The sun was just starting to come out now, the day was about to begin for most yet it had already been hell for her. Trent hadn’t spoken until that moment. When he did it was rather loud compared to the silence that filled the room before he arrived. “Christine I would like you to meet Ian, he is a manager of one of the labs here in Dallas. He is going to help us out with our little problem.” Trent did all the talking. The other two just listened. “Well, first order of business, we have the G-Virus that William Birkin had been developing. This is good, now we just have to deal with the problem concerning Raccoon City. I have already contacted Chief Irons, keeping people in the city will be no problem, neither will cutting off all connections to the outside world.”
“So what more is there to do?” Ian asked “Well... I spoke with Spencer and he wants to take advantage of the situation. As soon as we have confirmation, we will be sending in squads from U.B.C.S. to collect combat data.”
“So I guess that is it huh?” Christine said while getting up out of her chair. “No it is not.” Christine set back down. “You two will be monitoring the whole situation from here; I will supply you with whatever you need. I don’t expect a problem out of Ian, but if you try anything sneaky Christine well, let’s just say there are people watching this motel. Just call me and I will get you what you need. I expect an hourly update. Be ready to contact the U.B.C.S. You know how to do your job and I expect you to do it” Trent finished with that and got up. He started walking toward the door and was about to leave when he slowly turned around. Oh and don’t worry about your daughter, she is being took care of as we speak. With that he stepped out. Christine tried to yell for him to stop but her mouth was too dry and she had a major headache. She was in for a long week..
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Post by Sniper Fox on May 31, 2008 0:33:43 GMT -5
Part 3
Chris Redfield’s alarm woke him up at 6:30AM exactly. Another day of bullshit he thought as he got out of his bed. For two days now S.T.A.R.S. and the rest of the RPD had been getting calls about burglaries, reports of strange people wondering around at late hours, and strange sounds at night. Whatever was going on Chris wanted it put to an end, and fast. A normal week of work for the S.T.A.R.S. was basically filling out paper work or just kicking back. They very rarely had any action. Chris liked action but he did not like dealing with the paranoid citizens of Raccoon City. That was grunt work. He rolled out of bed and jumped in the shower. Then ate a bowl of cereal and brushed his teeth. It was kind of misty outside and there was a cool breeze. Get got inside his car and ten minutes later he was walking up the steps of the RPD. He was about to go inside when the one of the large double doors burst open. Marvin Branagh, a fellow officer almost slammed into him. “Oh I’m sorry Chris, I’m just a little rushed right now.” Chris saw something in Marvin’s eyes that he did not like.
“What’s going on Marvin?” he asked. Marvin slowly started speaking. “There has been some trouble… A body has been found up by Lynn Valley. Some seventeen-year-old girl.” Chris couldn’t believe what Marvin was saying. “Oh my god” is all he said. As long as Chris could remember there hadn’t been a body found other than old people who died in their homes in Raccoon for more than fifteen years. “S.T.A.R.S. will most likely be put on the investigation. One of the officers out there said it is pretty bad.” Chris had to lean in closer to hear what he said next. “Her body… It is supposedly, in pieces.”
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Claire Redfield gave up. She had tried calling her brother three times but he did not answer. She figured he was busy with work and all. She would just have to surprise him when she arrived in Raccoon the next night.
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The crime scene was probably the most gruesome thing Chris had seen since working with the Raccoon Police Department. There was blood everywhere. The body was behind an old cabin that teenagers used for partying and what not. Marvin handed Chris a transcript of the statement that the victims boyfriend had given them "Sarah and I were drinking behind the cabin close to the river and all of the sudden we heard growling. I got up to see what it was and heard rustling in the brush, then all of the sudden I saw these red eyes coming at me. It was a huge dog or wolf or something. I threw my arms up in defense and the thing got a hold of my left arm with its teeth. Sarah was screaming, I yelled for her to run away and get some help. She wouldn’t leave, I think she picked up the Vodka bottle and bashed it over the things head while it was attacking me.
The dog yelped and jumped off me, and Sarah tried helping me up but the animal got its balance back and threw her to the ground. Then it started biting at her face. I ran, there was nothing I could do to defend her or myself, after a couple minutes of running I stopped a car on the road and called 911."
“That’s how the kid told us at least” Marvin said after Chris finished reading through the transcript. “Well, what’s not to believe?” Chris asked. “It sure as hell doesn’t look like any normal person could have done this.”
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Stan Carter lay in the hospital bed. He felt like he was dying. Not from pain really, it was his arm. It itched. Really bad. The nurses had already restrained him because he would not stop scratching it. At one point the nurse had come in and he had been scratching frantically and blood was all over him and his bed and even on the floor. The nurse had screamed for help. He didn’t see what the big deal was, it didn’t hurt. It brought pleasure to him, made him feel so much better. Tears were flowing down his cheeks now, in waterfalls. Somewhat from the thought of losing Sarah, but mainly because it itched so badly. He didn’t even know if Sarah was okay or not. When that cop had came in and asked twenty one questions Stan had asked and asked but the cop would not tell him about Sarah. He just kept saying “What happened last night, exactly?” The cop had left and he had been given a shot to help him rest. He didn’t know why they would not let him go home. It was just his arm, which they had supposedly already treated besides the itching. Besides that he only had a few cuts and scratches...
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Post by Sniper Fox on Jun 4, 2008 12:08:17 GMT -5
Part 4
Christine set in her office. Just outside in the meeting room, Ian was busy on the phone. She had already tried to contact Nick six or seven times, but he hadn’t answered. Trent hadn’t been back nor answered his phone so she was stuck in the dark on her daughter’s whereabouts. Progress had been going okay at least. The city’s communications were ready to go down at any moment and the barricades were ready to be placed. Irons had gone along with the whole thing for some reason. All they had to do now was wait until the citizens began to panic and infection started spreading in large amounts. She figured it would only take about 24 hours...
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Chris and Jill arrived at the bar a little after seven thirty. The S.T.A.R.S. had reserved a local bar for a get together. They were getting a new member and this was her welcome party. Rebecca Chambers was her name. All of the Bravo team were there and most were already drunk.
Richard, Joseph and Forest were all drunk and playing cards with Ken. At a smaller table Barry and what looked to be the new girl were chatting. She had short brown hair and beautiful green eyes. She didn’t even look of age. Chris was always happy to work with Jill instead of all the older and not-so-good looking women on the force. Now he had two fine chicks to work with. There was no sign of Wesker or Brad.
“I’m gonna go and see what the guys are up to” Jill said heading over to where Kenneth and the others were. Chris started walking over to Barry and the new girl when Enrico came walking over from the restroom.
“Hey Chris! How have ya been buddy? I heard what happened over at Lynn Valley last night. That’s horrible. I had the day off but Wesker is busy on the case that’s why he is not here I think. So was it as bad as they said?”
“Yea it was” Chris replied. Something in his voice told Enrico not to carry on the subject. “Well enjoy the party! Go and see the new girl, she is a real looker. Very smart too, she’ll be a fine addition to my Bravo team.” With that Enrico walked off over to the card table. Chris couldn’t tell if he was drunk or not. Enrico has always acted over excited and cheerful like that.
Chris made his way over to the small table. Rebecca looked up from her and Barry’s conversation. Barry noticed and turned around. “Ah now you can finally meet my good old buddy Chris. Barry stood up. Rebecca did next. “Chris, this is Rebecca Chambers. Rebecca, this is Chris Redfield, an excellent officer and a damn good friend.
Chris was first to extend his hand. With a warm smile “Nice to meet you Rebecca.” Rebecca’s face turned bright red. “Nice to meet you as well” she replied while shaking his hand. Chris had to ask. “I don’t want to be rude or anything, but how old are you Rebecca?” Now it was Rebecca’s turn to smile. Barry started chuckling. “I’m eighteen” she said. Barry slapped his hand on Chris's shoulder. “Wesker failed to inform Enrico that she was eighteen, so he arranged a party at a bar not knowing that she wouldn’t be able to join in on the fun.” “I don’t drink much anyways.” Rebecca said smiling.
Chris set down and the three of them chatted away while the others were drinking and playing games. None of them had even the slightest clue that the next twenty-four hours would be the worst day of their lives.
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Albert Wesker set in the S.T.A.R.S. office at his desk. Papers spread out all around him. He set and planned. Planned how he would handle the next day. When the infection started to spread rapidly and people started to panic. He nor William had seen this coming. He knew that Spencer was getting impatient with William's progress on the G-Virus but he never thought he would take such drastic measures so soon. Although with William out of the picture it made things easier. He had planned to take Birkin out of the picture anyways, one way or another, he was sure William had a decoy plan as well. Neither one of them trusted the other but were forced to work together for their own personal goals. When Wesker had first come up with the plan to double cross Umbrella he knew he could not do it along. There was also no one within the company, since Christine had defected to the higher ups, he could trust. Except William Birkin, they had been working together since the beginning. Despite their minor differences and competitive attitude toward each other they had come to be pretty good friends. Now Weskers only friend was dead and he could care less, as long as he got his hands on a sample of the G-Virus and the other project they had been working on together for years now. Something that would change his life forever...
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1:31 AM
Most of the team had left the bar over an hour ago. The only ones left were Chris, Jill, Barry and the new medic Rebecca. Jill was smashed. The other three had not drank.
Chris and Rebecca were in deep conversation while Barry was half-asleep. Jill started tugging at Chris shoulder. "Let's get out of here, I need to get home." she said.
Chris got up. "Alright, I'm Valentine's designated driver tonight so I've gotta go" he said to Rebecca. "But it was great meeting you and chatting,.. for hours" Rebecca smiled. They were all gone five minutes later.
A few minutes later the bartender was about to close down shop when a homeless man stumbled inside. He looked drunk, or sick. His head was down and he was walking very slowly. "Hey buddy, I'm closed you'll have to find somewhere else to go tonight" The man just kept walking closer "Hey buddy! I don't want no trouble, just leave." the tender yelled. The man wouldn't stop so the bartender reached behind the bar to grab the bat on the other side but the man grabbed his head and pulled him down to the floor, hard.
The bartenders head cracked on the hard wood floor. The mans hands were bloody and when the bartender saw his face he screamed. Blood all around his mouth, his right eye was almost hanging out of its socket and his one other eye was red. No one was there to hear the bartenders pleads for help. The rest of the businesses on that block were closed.
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Someone was watching the house again. Nick peeked through the windows, watching the car across the street. It had been there for the past two days yet had never been around before then. His heart skipped a beat when a man in a dark coat got out and lit up a cigarette. That was the last straw. Nick went into his room and took his bat from the side of the bed. He stopped by Sarah's room to check on her. She was sleeping silently. He went out the back door and crept from the backyard up to the front, slowly he got closer to the man smoking, now facing the opposite direction. He was stealthy, being an ex military man helped. He was about ten feet from the man when the the backseat window rolled down. Nick stopped in his tracks. He was frozen. The smoker turned around, looked at the bat and smiled. A pistol emerged from the window. There was a silencer attached to it. He saw the flash and then felt the heat more than once. He was dead before he had hit the ground.
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Post by Sniper Fox on Jun 25, 2008 0:58:55 GMT -5
Part 5
Christine set in her room shaking violently. She had tried calling Nick six times already and she still had no reply. She picked up her cellphone again and dialed in a number. Then some more numbers. In two rings he picked up.
"What is it?" Trent asked. "I want to speak to my daughter" He started to speak again but she cut him off. "Right now, no bullshit" "Alright, alright I don't see why not. Let me see if I can connect you. But first, how are things going?" he asked.
"Everything is under control. Roadblocks are being set up as we speak. In about an hour all landlines and cellphones will be down. In the morning when infection starts to spread rapidly, there will be no escape for the innocent people of Raccoon." she said regretfully.
"Listen Christine, I know you don't agree with us on this but what else should we do? This is the only way to prevent future infection and scare. You should have the line in a moment." She heard a couple clicks then a mans voice. "You have less than thirty seconds" he said.
Then she heard her daughters voice. "Mommy is that you? "Yes sweetheart it's me, are you doing alright?" Christine was trying not to cry. "Mommy they killed Nick! He's dead I saw his body. Mommy what is going-" She was cut off. The man again. "She will be fine as long as you follow Mr. Trent's orders." Then he hung up. -- - - -- - - - -- -- - -- - - - -- - - - - - -- - - - - -- - - - -
Christine tried to get some sleep but it wouldn't work. She kept having bad dreams and regret for staying with Umbrella when she knew it would end up endangering her daughter. But this was the first time they had and it would be their last. She would play along with Trent and Spencer's plan and then she would be gone. She had enough money and connections that even Umbrella wouldn't be able to find her. She would just have to live with the fact that she shared a huge part in the murder of a whole city of innocent people.
Once she was out of the game, she would give her daughter all she had ever wanted. She deserved it. Sarah and Christine had always been very close because Sarah had never really had a father figure. She might have, before...
When Christine had first been an intern for Umbrella she really had only two friends. Albert Wesker and William Birkin. They had all three joined about the same time and soon became good friends. She had her share of affairs with both men but around the time of one of Umbrella's execs James Marcus's death, all three of them had been given higher positions in Umbrella. Wesker and Birkin had become lead scientists and Christine had become an operations manager. Her friendship toward both men slowly evaporated. Even before that, she had drifted away from Wesker. He had changed somehow, he seemed more cold than before. Like he only cared for himself. She had always been closer to William, at one point she even though she loved him. But that didn't matter because he had found someone else in the end. Even had a daughter. He had his own family now and their prior relation was left behind. Besides, he was dead now so it didn't matter.
Over the years she had started to become suspicious of William and Wesker's activities. For one, Wesker transferred over to the new Raccon City S.T.A.R.S. as the leader, so he could gather information and spy for Umbrella. After being distant for a while, him and Birkin had became associates again. It almost seemed as if they were conspiring together. She never told Spencer about it though. Her relationship with Spencer was an awkward one as well. Her and both Wesker and Birkin had become his favorites. Eventually it just came down to her. He would go to her about everything. She had become a major part in the decision making process for Umbrella. They had even shared somewhat of an intimate relationship, like she had with Wesker and Birkin. But when Trent arrived all that had changed. Now everything went through Trent. Not one person in the company spoke to Spencer before they spoke to Trent. That's just how it is...
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Post by RivenZero on Jun 25, 2008 1:05:33 GMT -5
I just got finished with the first post! It's really good! I'll read the rest tomorrow.
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Post by Sniper Fox on Jun 25, 2008 1:13:20 GMT -5
Part 6
Claire Redfield's alarm woke her up at eight AM. She was extremely tired from a night of partying but her excitement kept her awake while packing. She was extremely happy to see her brother again for the first time in over a month.
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Jill Valentine woke up one hour before Claire had. Getting some coffee, in her robe she looked out the window. It was another dreary day. Those kind of days had always been her favorite. The only thing bad about this one was major a headache. Symptoms of a minor hangover. She could not remember much at all about last night. Then she heard something. It had come from the bathroom. It was a thump, then another. She went to the counter where she normally left her service Beretta. She unholstered it and slowly crept into the hallway. She aimed the gun at the bathroom door and waited.
A minute later the door started opened She tensed up and yelled. "Freeze motherfucker!" A half-naked man walked out. It was Chris, in a towel. He must have just finished his shower when she got up and was probably brushing his teeth or something. She lowered her gun. He had a huge grin on his face. "I'm pretty damn sure you did this same thing last time I stayed over." he said laughing.
He walked up to hug her but she brushed him off. "I don't even remember last night, Chris."
"I doubt you would, you were hammered. As I recall though, you wouldn't let me leave." he said with another grin on his face. "You actually do that a lot though, so it's nothing knew. You just can't resist my charm I guess."
She tried not to blush. "Whatever, I'm taking a shower. Just be gone by the time I get out."
He replied with "See you at work I guess" Then he started saying something else but she had shut the bathroom door already.
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Rebecca had arrived at the RPD early today. It was around six forty five but she wanted to make a good impression and learn the routine at least a little so she wouldn't embarrass herself in front of her new team members. When she arrived, Marvin a chief officer had given her a tour of the place. Ending with the S.T.A.R.S. office upstairs. She couldn't believe how big the RPD was. For such a small town, they sure had a huge station. Though, Marvin had mentioned that it was once a museum.
"Well, this is where I depart. I have a feeling this is going to be a very long day. It was nice meeting you" he said.
She was about to ask why he had thought it would be a long day but stopped. She remembered Barry and Chris had talked about everything that had been happening in the Raccoon the past few days. There had been a murder and something was going around. She had actually kind of dreaded thinking about it last night but eventually she had forgot about it. Now it was fresh in her mind again, and she was truly scared. She had expected her first day to be relaxing. Now she understood it wouldn't be anything like that.
"Thank you, I hope I'll see you again soon Marvin" He smiled and then walked off.
Rebecca got her key out that he had given her to the S.T.A.R.S. room. She tried it in the door, it fit perfectly. She turned it, unlocking the door. When she walked in the lights were already on. She turned to her left. There was someone inside already. He was sitting in the back. He was wearing a black S.T.A.R.S. outfit, had blond hair, and was wearing shades for some reason. He was busy on the phone, he seemed surprised when she walked in. He quickly hung up the phone. She hadn't heard anything he had said.
"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't know anybody was in here" she said. He looked confused for a second. Then it must have came to him.
"Oh, you must be Rebecca Chambers the new Bravo member." "Yep that's me" she said smiling
He was a lot older than Rebecca, probably in his mid thirties but she thought he was very handsome. He hadn't introduced himself but she had already figured out it was the leader Albert Wesker. Wesker started talking again. "Well.. usually team members don't get in here until eight. It's no big deal considering it's your first day but I usually use the office this early."
"Oh no problem, I'm sorry." she replied. "Your desk is on the other side of the room. Consider yourself lucky, the other Bravo members all have to share the operation room downstairs. Barry thought you would appreciate it more to have your own desk. This way you won't have to be around.. obnoxious jackasses all day. Officer Valentine will also be up here so you won't be the only female."
She walked over to her desk. There was a bag of candy. It had a note on it, 'welcome to the team' in sloppy handwriting. It was signed by Enrico. She set down. She didn't know what to do next really, she was about to ask Wesker but he was already on it. He had came over and dropped a huge booklet on her desk. On the front it said Raccoon City S.T.A.R.S. Manual. She sighed..
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Steven Howse sat in his cell, thinking what his next move would be. He had been arrested exactly nine days ago at a gas station just nine miles outside of Raccoon City. It was now nine AM. He was freezing his ass off. The bastards at the Raccoon City Police Station must not care about the prisoners much if they just stick them in the basement without heating.
All he knew was that he needed to get out of here. And asap. He had a job in Vegas in just five days. If he didn't show up he would be dead. He heard the door open at the end of the hallway outside of his cell. He heard a girls voice. Then a mans. It sounded like that dickhead officer Hernandez. The cell area door opened next. Hernandez came in and there was a chick behind him. Steven leaned his back against the wall, sitting on the cot resting his hands on his head, flexing his arms.
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While Rebecca had been reading the manual, a officer came into the office and asked her if she would like to help her out with a couple things around the station. His name was Hernandez. He seemed nice but it always seemed as if he was watching her all the time. He had taken her down to the basement and was bringing some food for one of the inmates.
They entered the cell area, it was cold. Really cold. The man in the cell was sitting on his cot. He had a white inmate uniform on but despite the cold he had the sleeves rolled up. He was very muscular, brown hair that was combed back. When her and Hernandez approached his cell with the food, he got up. She noticed he had a strange design tattoo up and down his right arm. Hernandez put the foodtray through the slot in the cell. The inmate took the food and didn't say anything.
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Post by Sniper Fox on Jun 25, 2008 14:38:45 GMT -5
Part 7
10:00 AM
Christine didn't want to think about what was coming next. This was probably the night that Raccoon's citizens would start panicking. She felt horrible, that all those people wouldn't be able to leave. Would be forced to live in a nightmare.
Ian walked out of his private room into the main meeting area. She was just sitting there at the meeting table, head down, thinking. He started speaking "Hey, some people just called 911 in Raccoon, apparently there daughter is really sick. It is starting. I called Irons, communications will be down within the hour".
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Martin was one of the best in the business. But he was getting older. A couple more high price jobs and he would be out. Off to retire somewhere in Miami. It was inevitable, in just two years he would fifty. Yet he was in very good shape physically and mentally. His short hair had already started to grey, he was always glad he still had it though. He wore glasses and on this particular day he had on brown dress slacks, and a light blue dress shirt. With a red tie. He had on his favorite watch which never failed him. Even though he constantly dressed nice, he never wore dress shoes. Always his Adidas or Nike's. They helped him run, though he was very fast either way. Even at his age.
With his supplies set up he was prepared for the stakeout. Other agents were set up around the Motel at ground level. He had been assigned a target by a man from Umbrella. He had done jobs for Umbrella before, they paid very well. His job today and for the next couple days was to keep an eye on a women named Christine Kellerman. She was a high-up in Umbrella but needed persuasion on the particular operation she was assigned to. He didn't have details but didn't need nor want them. His job was simple. If she tried to escape, stop her. If he gets a call from the man named Trent, kill her.
His M82, .50 Caliber Sniper Rifle was armed and ready. It was an older model but got the job done. One of his personal favorites. He also had a Glock Nine in case he had to chase her on foot. He got in position and looked through the scope into the fourth floor room where she was located. They had placed her in a large room with only a long meeting table in the middle and a huge glass window, without any blinds or curtains to distract. He also had a laptop set up with access to all the security cameras inside the building. So if she tried to run, he would know. She was pacing the room, talking on her cellphone. He was sure Umbrella had that tapped as well. He did not have access to the audio though.
She was very attractive. Slim, yet not too skinny. Not pale but not very tan either. Short blond hair. Green eyes. She was probably just into her thirties, maybe a bit younger. She was wearing a tan dress suit. He set and watched her. It was all he had to do for a while..
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Note: Alright, this is where I left off before at the old forum. I have been going through and fixing mistakes and what not so It should be easier to read. Now I just need to start writing NEW stuff haha. For anyone who doesn't know what the story is about, its basically a mix or crossover of RE1, RE2 and RE3. Most of it takes place in Raccoon. In my story, RE0 and RE1 never happened. So this would basically be the start of the RE storyline. Most all the same characters from the game are in it, some aren't. Some may appear with different names and traits but they are based off the original characters. This will probably end up taking me another year or two to finish but from now on I'm gonna try and update more often. I plan on having new material at least once a week, sometimes two or three times. Wish me luck. Let me know what you think of the story so far.
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