Date: Thu, 6 Apr 2006 13:06:04 -0700 (PDT)
From: bob bob <re_crimson@yahoo.com>
Subject: Resident Evil: Crimson part 12

RESIDENTevil

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descriptions of sexual activity between males, swearing, and graphic
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Note: The following story is set in the Resident Evil universe, created by
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is intended.

Conversations in the [   ] boxes are communicated through the headsets.

Conversations in the (   ) boxes are communicated in the character's
mind/head/thoughts. 

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Twelve.

-Los Angeles C.O.A News Paper, December 1st, 2005

 	"- nearby civilians ran is shock as one of the warehouses owned by
Umbrella Inc. exploded just yesterday (30th Nov) in the Santa Monica
warehouse district. The event took place at around 8:13 PM. When asked
about the explosion, Umbrella Representative Karen Tores stated that 'the
event was totally unexpected and was caused by an electrical malfunction in
one of the warehouses power generator'. 20 minutes after the explosion, 3
firefighter trucks and an ambulance were sent to the site of destruction.
So far, the police have not released a report stating any injuries or
deaths, although several unidentified bodies were spotted within the
burning inferno -"

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One day earlier...

Jill: "We leave in 20." she said firmly.

Mark pulled his left sleeve and looked at his watch:

- 7:01 PM

Jill: "Now, the warehouse is about the size of a soccer field, so we're
gonna have a lot to cover."

Slowly pacing around the table, Jill stopped and waved at Russel's hand in
the air.

Russel: "Is it single floored?"

Jill: "Yes. The place is single floored, windowless, and has 3 entrances."

C.Jay: "(snort) And lemme guess, since we have three teams, and-"

Jill: "Yeah, each team will take a separate entrance into the warehouse."

Mark looked over at C.Jay with a calm expression.

(Jeez duh, is he friggin' stupid)

	But Mark was caught by C.Jay. When he looked over at him, C.Jay
gave Mark a small smile. Mark wasn't sure if he was playing or if he was
for real. But either way, a shiver went down Mark's spine. Sure, C.Jay was
somewhat hot, but Mark could never see himself with him.

He returned his undivided attention to the dearest Jill...

Jill: "The way we are gonna do this is like this: Team B will go in first,
if the coast is clear in their designated section of the warehouse, then
Team C will proceed through their entrance, and if their place is also
clear, Team A will go in last."

Giovanni: "How is this supposed to work as opposed to just going in at the
same time?"

Jill: "Well since the U.S.F will be hanging around the area, inside and
outside, if one team is spotted for whatever reason, the forces in the
entire warehouse will focus on them, granting the other team(s) to get the
sample while the attacked team is controlling the U.S.F."

Giovanni: "Oh, right"

	Before Jill could continue speaking, the doorbell rang and L.J
walked over to open the door. And after a small handshake, L.J directed
Heather to the table. A few nods flew across the table as everyone
exchanged hellos.

Jill: "Alright, that's all. There's a box on the coffee table in the living
area containing everything you will need, so get yourselves ready for this"

Mark: "But, wait, is that it?"

Jill looked at Mark.

Jill: "Don't worry, one of the adults in your team will know what you are
doing" She said in a reassuring manner.

	Mark slowly nodded his head and then watched the gang noisily move
to the living area to load up on gear as they had little time.

	And although Mark was really excited and all, he couldn't shake off
the feeling that something bad was going to happen on their mission; it was
like the same feeling he had the moment he set foot on the EverWood
grounds; a mix of forebodement, mystery, and the ticking of a clock in his
head that would eventually stop, and something within him would explode and
the feeling would just get worse.

Carlos: "You alright kiddo?"

	Mark jumped as he felt a warm hand place itself on his left
shoulder. And looking up into Carlos' angelic eyes, Mark nodded in
approval.

(Lol, kiddo... gosh that's cute...) And the very thought of Carlos calling
him that it made Mark blush like a tomato and smile like the sun.

	Carlos just chuckled and then dragged (not literarily) Mark to
stock up on some goodies.

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-Los Angeles C.O.A News Paper, December 2nd, 2006
	"- as the L.A.P.D Umbrella Warehouse report was released this
morning, it has definitely come to knowledge that a group of 9 people have
been found dead within the rubble of the warehouse which blew up yesterday
around 8:13 PM. The report however, did not state who the victims to the
horrible incident were, most likely because the bodies are in such a burned
state that the identification process is unable to commence-"
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	Mark sat on the leather couch as the group grabbed whatever their
fancy from the 'boom stick box', as L.J had humorously referred to. And
when most of the crowd had dispersed from the box to arrange themselves,
Mark lifted himself off the couch and looked through the filled box.

	There were many types of guns which Mark eyed with a 'muahahahaha
I'm gonna be so powerful' look; and many bullets and cartridges which he
had no idea for which gun they was for.

	Aside for the weapons, there were also some other junk in the
box. Mark dug his hand into the big box and searched through the mess,
coming across a blue and white card with the S.T.A.R.S logo on one
side. Right next to the logo stood the name: Brad Vickers. Mark eyed the
card and picture somewhat before dumping it back in the box, concluding
that the ID card had no use whatsoever.

Mark: "What is all this stuff..."

	Mumbling to himself, Mark found a crumpled piece of paper. And as
the curious little boy he was, he uncrumpled it and found that it was a
sheet music titled 'Moonlight Sonata', by Beethoven. He dumped it back in
and drew his attention to a little circular metal box. And when inspecting
the little text on the compartment, he found that it was nothing but an ink
ribbon.

Alice: "Mark, don't take your time there"

	Mark nodded his head as Alice passed him by, carrying what appeared
to be a submachine gun and a small gattling gun.

(Fuck, everyone's got the big and good stuff)

	The kid sighed and cursed for waiting so long to get his stuff
while everyone else had taken all the godly items.

	Looking again through the filled box, Mark found two gold lugers
with the initials Clair.R on it, but discarded the item as it had no
ammo. Instead, he found himself a sleek, black Glock 17, fixed with a laser
for aim. When he was satisfied, he grabbed 3 magazine clips and stuffed
them in his tight jean pockets.

When he managed to get them in, he grabbed a couple of other interesting
things.

	As he was about to leave the living room, he found a pair of leg
gun holsters and looked at them for a moment.

(Lol, come on Mark, you can be a tomb raider for once!)

	Mark giggled to himself for his silly comment, and grabbed both of
the holsters and placed them around the top of his thighs; having trouble
at first, but then saw how they worked. When he was done, he placed his
Glock in his right holster and decided to get another Glock to place in his
left.

	When he had done so, and stocked up on some more ammo for his left
gun, he tried walking around with the weight of his guns and found that
they were no problem at all.

Carlos: "Hey kiddo"

Mark looked up from his guns and at the approaching Carlos.

Mark: "Yup?"

Carlos: "Everyone needs to dress up in black, so go and get changed. And if
you don't have any black clothes, come see me."

He gave Mark a wink and then left to join Jill in the kitchen.
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-Los Angeles C.O.A News Paper, December 2nd, 2006
	"- when asked to Umbrella, spokesperson Karen Tores said that a
team from their main headquarters in Vienna has been sent to retrieve any
remaining resources and information about their latest product within the
smoky rubble of the Santa Monica warehouse incident. As groups of people
come and go to the site, nothing much were retrieved except a few
commercial based stock sheets and several vials containing some blue liquid
which Karen Tores said were 'early versions of an anti-aging product'. And
it has been confirmed that a more detailed report from the L.A.P.D will
come out by next week -"
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	When Mark had entered his room, he made his way to his closet,
where he pulled out a black long sleeved shirt, and a black & grey baggy
camouflage pants. When he got dressed, he searched through his bag, and
after a moment of frustration, he found a pair of fingerless leather
cut-off gloves.

	As he placed them on comfortably, Mark searched through his closet
and found the box of black boots that he had bought with some of the
(shitload) of cash that he had from his little errands for the Velvet Fox.

	After he analyzed his covered hands, he opened the cardboard box
and took the boots out, loosening the shoe laces and buckles. And when he
had them on, he took a quick look at the mirror.

	He loved his new boots. They were a combination of combat boots and
those goth boots with buckles, or 'slayer/gravel' boots as everyone calls
them by. Whatever they were, he sure felt awesome. On the back of his right
boot, Mark had attached a 6 inch black sheath containing a boot blade; 6
inches in overall length, and 3 inches in blade length, which he had bought
from the pawn shop 2 days ago. He thought that these would come handy as he
had lost the combat knife that Jill had supplied him the first few days
they had met.

Mark: "(chuckles) I'm sure gonna kick someone good with these..."

	He returned to his bed and re-strapped his holsters on his baggy
pants, and found the military vest in the closet that Carlos had given
everyone when they were in the farm house.

10 minutes later.

Mark slowly walked over the the mirror with hard, confident, and powerful
steps and analyzed himself in the mirror.

	He zipped his tactical vest and checked that everything was in
order. On the right side of his vest, there were 3 pockets in which he had
placed 3 magazine clips in each for his guns; he had a total of 5 on him (2
in his guns). And above the magazine pockets, was a circular pocket in
which a circular magnetic grappler rested. Mark had looked at the object
for a little while before, as he had never used one. In the movies, they
were used to swing from point A to point B, or to drag enemies into a fiery
abyss.

	On the left side of his black vest, was a pocket covering his heart
containing a Palm Tungsten E2 PDA that Carlos had given everyone (for what,
Mark didnt know), along with a Bluetooth headset for
communication. Underneath his PDA zone, were 5 stretchable rubber slots in
which he had placed a 4 inch yellow glow stick in each slot. And finally
underneath that, was a small zip containing a lock pick within.

	Holding his pants up, was a black military belt. And on his left
hip on the belt was a fastened 4 inch multifunctional state-of-the-art
binoculars, containing modes such as thermal, night vision, a laser, and
5000m line of sight. And on the front, was a small slot for a silver gas
lighter that Mark had bought from Don's Pawn Shop. And finally, on his
right hip, was a rubber slot with a 2 inch health spray, just in case.

	He re-adjusted his gun holsters, re-tightened them, and checked
that both of his Glock's had clips in it. When he found them, he counted 18
shots per mag.

Unknown: "Hey, we're about to leave, common down"

Mark jumped in terror as the voice blasted in his right ear. He lowered the
volume on his headset and replied.

Mark: "Got that L.J"
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Russel: "Hey, oh wow... you look like a pro Mark..."

Russel and the other boys checked Mark out as he tried desperately hard not
to blush. Yet he noticed that everyone else was somewhat in the same
clothing range.

(Cheap ass, hitting on me in public...)

Mark frowned with a 'what the fuck are you talking about?' look, but felt
good to hear that he looked professional (not to mention, checked out).

Mark: "Yeah..."

He made his way to the group standing infront of the door, and noticed that
Rodriguez had slipped in from nowhere.

L.J: "Okies, lets go go boogie my bruvaz and sistaz!"
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	As they all jammed into the lift, Jill pressed 'Basement 4', and
the smooth lift began it's unfelt descent. And when the door opened, they
all sighed in relief as no one seemed to appear in the parking lot; it
would seem quite strange to see a gang with guns walking around down
here...

	Alice led the group through the eerie, wet, spacious, and chilly
basement to their trademark white van in a far corner, just behind one of
the yellow support pillars with the sign 'B4-26' on it.

	Fortunately, the whole group of ten were able to fit in the white
van of theirs; a few curses came from a few of the guys as they pushed each
other in to grab a window seat (C.Jay: "Hey, I was gonna sit there!" Alice:
"Shut the fuck up and sit!"). Carlos drove while Alice sat in the passenger
seat with her PDA out, reading directions to the warehouse. They left the
basement and into the night time environment of gritty L.A.

Mark sat in the back by the window, and was surprised as Rodriguez jumped
next to him.

Rodriguez: "May I join the pleasure of your presence?"

Mark directed his face away from the window and looked at Rodriguez, all
clad in black and carrying big guns.

(God, he's hot...)

Rodriguez waited.

Mark: "Knock yourself out..."

Rodriguez nodded in reply and placed himself next to Mark, closer than what
he had anticipated.

Mark's attention fell back to the window, but his eyes soon wandered back
to Rodriguez.

Mark: "How old are you"

Mark didnt know why he asked, but it just happened.

Rodriguez: "Old enough to... play..."

Mark raised his eyebrows as a sly grin popped up on Rodriguez's face.

Rodriguez: "20"

Mark: "...Is that all you ever think about?" And Mark shook his head in
disapproval.

Rodriguez: "Ofcourse not, I also think bout you..." He said with a naughty
whisper.

Mark bit his lower lip, and then let out a small chuckle, a slight shade of
red applying itself on his cheeks.

Mark: "Go fuck yourself" he toyed.

Rodriguez: "Hey, I can fuck myself anytime anywhere"

Mark rolled his eyes, not sure whether it was a fact or not, and then
decided that he didn't want to carry on the conversation as he knew where
it would inevitably end.

	Back to his precious window, he lazily watched the tall buildings
and dark shadows, as they passed crimson traffic lights and shady alley
ways.

*Brrr Brrr Brrr*

	Mark blinked for a split second and realized that he had his phone
in his pockets. And drawing it out, he found that he had received a text
from a friend from when he was in 6th grade: Nathan Kiddo. At the end of
6th G, Nathan and Mark were best friends, but unfortunately, a job
opportunity rose in the London and they moved during that summer. They have
maintained contact ever since.

'helpp kindappd budapst vmpyr' was all the text read, and Mark read it a
couple of times, not sure what it said.

(...what? maybe I should call just to make sure that-)

Carlos: [alright guys, were here] Mark listened through his headset and
then put his phone away as he looked out the window.

	Infront of them, was the warehouse. A big plain grey building with
no windows whatsoever, just as Jill had previously stated in their
meeting. The sight of skyscrapers have disappeared, and palm trees could be
seen in some areas. Santa Monica, the coast, the criminal capital of the
City of Angels.

The sky, to Mark's surprise, was clear, yet the strange shade of black and
green could be seen further on where downtown would be. Mark marveled at
the canopy of stars.

Rodriguez: "I've never seen anything so... beautiful..." He whispered, and
Mark looked at Rodriguez to see at which speck of stars he was gazing at,
but instead, found him looking at the kid with a soft eyeful.

Mark: "(Blushing) Ummm, yeah, sure"

(What the hell is he doing??)

Rodriguez smiled before his attention was diverted by Jill.

Jill: "Alright guys, lets quietly get out"

	Mark lowered the volume level of his headset by a little bit and
waited for everyone else to pile out before he left. Alice closed the door.

Alice: "K, everyone get into your groups please" she whispered as she
looked around for any sign of the living.

	Mark found Russel, L.J and Rodriguez already standing next to each
other, so he stepped next to Russel. And within 20 seconds, the three teams
stood infront of each other, awaiting the next task.

Carlos: "Alright, now, each team has a designated area of the warehouse,
and thus, each team has a door to enter. Team A, you are taking door 2,
Team C, 3, and Team B, your taking door 1."

C.Jay: "And where are these doors?"

Carlos: "If you take out your PDA, and enter the 'map' header, you will see
a birds-eye view of the warehouse, with everything labeled."

Nearly everyone took out their PDA's, but Mark didn't as he was too lazy,
and that if one of the people in his team had his out, they'd be fine.

Heather: "What are all the different colored blinking dots?"

Carlos: "Well, if you scroll to the bottom of the page, you will see a key
stating that these different colored dots are us."

Russel: "So, blue is team A, red is B, and green is C?"

Carlos: "Yeah

Russel: "Awesome"

Russel held his PDA and moved ten meters away from the group and watched
the dot on his screen move as well.

Carlos: "Everyone has a tracking device in their PDA's, so if you turn your
machine off, so goes the tracking signal, so keep it on at all times."

With this comment, Mark sighed and took out his PDA to turn it on.

Jill: "K, everyone knows what to do. Team C, at (Jill looks at her
PDA)... 7:35, you will enter the warehouse and search the highlighted
section in your maps. Once they are done, team B, you will do yours, then
finally, A."

Mark pulled his left sleeve and looked at his digital watch: 7:30.

Alice: "Alright, split up"

	And with that, all three groups dispersed away from the white van
and moved towards the warehouse hidden in the shadows of the chilly
night. Mark didn't have his PDA out again, so he just followed as Rodriguez
led team A.

(Ooh, he's gone commando...)

Mark grinned and bit his lower lip.

Rodriguez: "Something wrong?"

Mark jumped as he felt Rodriguez's hand on his shoulder.

Mark: "No, nah" and he forced a strange smile.

Rodriguez nodded and continued on, with Russel and L.J coming up, and Mark
last.
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	They had found their door within 2 minutes as it had an outdoor
lamp over it. It was a plain grey door labeled 'Staff/Crew Only', with a
small flight of steps leading towards it. Mark and the rest hid in the
shadows of a nearby bush and watched the little PDA screen of one of their
crew to see Team C enter the warehouse.

	Mark looked at it for a moment and saw how huge the place actually
was; they'd have alot of ground to cover as each team had a third of the
entire warehouse to search through.

The little dots on the screen moved quite slow, showing that team C were
taking the sneaking aspect of the mission. Soon, Marks short attention span
caught on.

	As Mark turned away from little screen, his eye caught the glint of
a silver object by the foot of the stair.

He analyzed it for a moment, looking at the faint object, and the team
members a few times.

(...should I?)

He looked over at the three other team members and saw that Russel was
playing with his gun (No, it's not what you think), L.J was looking at the
screen and quietly singing 'Hollaback Girl', and Rodriguez was keeping
watch.

Mark gazed at him for a moment.

Rodriguez seemed quite the professional; he kept his cool, and he seemed
like he knew what he was doing... Mark would have to ask him later if he
had any experience with guns and booms (And no, not that either =).

Mark saw that he was staring into the opposite direction of the door, so he
took this opportunity to quickly get away from the bush and land himself at
the foot of the small steps.

Russel: "Mark! What are you doing??" He desperately whispered.

But Mark just waved the comment away as he bent down to take a look at the
thing that caught his eyes from the bush.

It was a silver key.

Mark took it up and analyzed it for a moment, before he placed it in the
pocket with his lock-pick.

Unknown: "Hey you! Hold it!"

Mark's mind froze as someone shouted a few meters away.

Unknown: "Stand up and don't try anything!"

Mark stood up and faced in the direction of the voice.

And as he suspected, it turned out to be a guard, or a soldier of the
U.B.C.S. The guy dressed in black, wore a black gas mask and carried an
uzi.

He marched towards Mark and towered over the teen.

Soldier: "Identify yourself!" He barked, and Mark gained the impression
that he didn't have any kids, or a wife even...

Mark: "Uhhh..."

Not sure what to do, he nearly dared to look over at the bush where the
other team members where, but knew better as it would expose them.

Mark: "Elkins, Timothy Elkins"

Soldier: "Are you with the U.B.C.S or the warehouse patrol"

He seemed to be buying it.

Mark: "Warehouse patrol"

Soldier: "I.D"

Mark: "Umm... sure, hold on..."

Mark suddenly lost his faith as he knew the game was about to end up, but
decided that he wasn't about to give up just like that, it was still to
early to fail the mission.

Mark: "(Pointing to the floor in between him and the soldier) it's over
there, it's jammed between a crack after it dropped off of me..."

The soldier looked down and searched the floor with his covered face.

Soldier: "I don't se- Oow!"

Mark kicked the guy in the balls as hard as he would kick Dracula as he was
about to finish the sentence. He watched him drop his gun and grab his
crotch in agony.

*Bam*

The guy dropped and fell on top of Mark as Rodriguez had slipped behind him
and knocked him out with the butt of his gun.

Mark pushed the dude off of him with a shove and he fell to the floor,
unconscious.

Rodriguez: "You ok"

The kid folded his arms.

Mark: "um, yes, but I could have taken care of him myself you know"

He gave him a 'im no little lamb' look.

Rodriguez: "No, I don't know, but i'm sure you can"

Rodriguez: "But don't drift off like that again, alright?" he said softly.

Mark looked up at his face and nodded in approval.

Alice: [This is Team C, we have cleared section 1 of the warehouse and
found nothing worthwhile, Team B, commence to search section 2]

Carlos: [This is Team B, we are about to enter]

Jill: [This is Team B as well, how are things at Point A?]

Rodriguez looked away from Mark and pressed a little button on his headset
as he spoke.

Rodriguez: [Never better]

Jill replied with an 'ok' and then the conversation ended, and Mark and
Rodriguez were left together in an awkward silence again; no sound except
the trill of a million insects and the occasional chill from a strange
wind. Rodriguez was about to say something, but held it back.

Mark waited, biting his lower lip and gazing at the stars. But Rodriguez
didn't say what he wanted to say.

Rodriguez: "Come on"

Mark diverted his attention from the diamonds in the sky and followed
Rodriguez to the bush where the other two were fiddling with their PDA's.
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	Giovanni had followed Carlos into the warehouse, with Jill in the
back. He held out his Berretta and crept behind Carlos as they quietly
moved through what appeared to be a dim lit storage hall.

	The place was somewhat big; shelves containing small and big
wrapped up boxes lined up through the entire room. A strange, and chilly
ambience had silently laid itself into the room, and Giovanni's hearth
thumped with an unknown feeling; a mix of fear and confidence, something he
had never felt before.

Jill: "It's nothing but mail for the post office. I highly doubt that
Umbrella would leave anything in here just like that." She silently
conversed as she analyzed a couple of the wrapped packages.

Carlos nodded and motioned his head to a door at the far end of the
room. Giovanni saw it and followed Jill to the grey door.

Giovanni: "It's locked"

He looked at Jill for a resolution, but saw that she had already pulled out
her lock pick.

And while she was at it, Giovanni asked.

Giovanni: "Are you good with loc-"

The lock *clicked* and Jill smiled at Giovanni.

Jill: "Does that answer your question?"

Giovanni silently clapped in amazement at her fast skills, and gave her a
small bow.

Jill: "Alright, you open the door, me and Carlos will back you up"

Giovanni arched his brows.

Giovanni: "Pshh, yeah yeah, get rid of the kid first" He smiled.

Jill ignored him and motioned her head to the door while Carlos stood next
to her with his gun up and ready.

Giovanni sighed and touched the cold door handle of the plain grey door. A
small shiver ran through the tip of his spine and back, creating an
uncomfortable sensation.

(I should be getting paid for this...)

With a swift movement, he opened the door and dropped to the floor to await
any shooting from behind him; but luckily, nothing happened out of the
ordinary.

When he looked up he saw an empty well lit hallway, with several doors on
each side.

Carlos and Jill walked past him and moved down the short hallway.

Carlos: "We each take a door?"

He looked at Jill and she nodded, and when he looked at Giovanni, the teen
just nodded.

Jill took the first door while Carlos took the second, and there were only
three grey doors, so Giovanni moved to the last door.

(Alrighty, lets see what's behind door #3 today, will it be another go with
Mark? or a free latte at Starbucks?)

He held his gun ready and opened the door.

Giovanni: "Oh my god" he gasped.

But what he saw nearly made him throw up as the stench of decay and hell
crept up his nostrils with a fury.

Thus, the shooting began.
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	Mark snapped out of his little nap and saw that he was resting on
Rodriguez's left shoulder. He quickly got off and apologized, but Rodriguez
said that it was a 'pleasure'.

Mark inevitably blushed and cleared his throat.

(lol, silly guy)

	Yet the noise that woke up Mark, came again. It sounded like gun
shots, but he wasn't sure; whatever it was, it came from inside the
building.

Jill: [This is Team B... trouble in... outbre... help...]

Mark frantically listened at the incoherent message, due to static, and
came to an unfortunate conclusion that something horrible was happening
within the walls of the warehouse.

He felt the knot in his stomach tighten.

Rodriguez and the rest stood up, somewhat panicking.

L.J: [Jill, where are you?] the tone of his voice seemed uncertain, and his
facial expressions only helped backing the fact up.

Jill: [...d..ga.]

Everyone frowned in confusement and stood there, staring at the PDA.

The dots that represented team b were disappearing one by one.
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	C.Jay stood next to Alice and took in the message from Jill as a
death note. Something happened in the warehouse, in their particular
section, and gun shots could be heard from outside; it was a nightmare
taken to a higher level.

Heather: "We should get in there"

Alice looked at the PDA and saw the dots of team b disappear. Looking at
the door that they had used to get in, she spoke with a determined tone:

Alice: "Let's move"

Uneasily, C.Jay nodded & Heather reloaded her shotgun with a swift move.
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Giovanni: "WHAT THE FUCK IS IT!?!?"

Giovanni screamed in terror as whatever he was shooting with Jill & Carlos,
had now jumped forward and had nearly decapitated him with its grotesque
appendages.

	Giovanni was surprised at how he wasn't deaf yet, for the gun shots
were loud as hell.

Jill: "Fall back! Giova- GO!"

	Jill shoved Giovanni out of the door and pulled Carlos with her as
the 'thing' shrieked in a nightmarish manner and nearly stabbed one of the
three in the ribs. Whatever it was, the rounds of ammo that they were
pumping into it's hideous, scaly, and scarred hide had little effect
whatsoever.

Carlos: "GET DOWN!"

Carlos screamed over the war of bullets and when Giovanni turned with a
sharp movement to look at what he was doing, he saw the man aiming a
flamethrower.
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Rodriguez broke the door handle with a round house kick, and the door
opened by itself.

Mark and the team looked into the warehouse to see a hallway with 4
different ways.

Silence.

Mark thought to himself.

(Shit)

Russel & Mark looked at each other with fear, and then looked at the two
adults to see them nodding in unison.

Russel: "Nuh-uh"

Russel shook his head.

Rodriguez: "Yuh-huh, everyone take a path, maintain contact, and use your
PDA's. If it's a dead end, come back here and wait."

Mark didn't get a chance to speak as Rodriguez immediately left, followed
by L.J.

He watched the two of them silently traverse the hallway. Mark looked at
the floor for a moment, then at Russel.

He too was watching the two adults disappear within the space of the
warehouse. His features however, showed that he was not afraid, and for
that, Mark admired him. He too wasn't particularily afraid, yet he would
never match up the levels of confidence that Russel has. The boy had jumped
into a bloodpool to save Mark, and he had walked through a frozen freezer
filled with the dead; for this, Mark saw a quality in him he hadn't picked
up before.

Shaking his head, Mark took a step, then another one, before he finally
walked down the hallway to take one of the routes the other two adults
didn't.

Before he turned the corner, he spoke.

Mark: "Thanks Russel."

The kid looked at him with a little confusion, but finally nodded in
response.

Mark turned to his dark hallway.
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Giovanni felt Jill shove him out of the way as a roaring flame escaped from
the flamethrower and met the beast with a burning rage. The heat of the
flame was so hot and intoxicating, Giovanni thought that he was on fire.

	To his somewhat satisfaction, a terrible shriek came from within
the room of the creature, and the smell of burnt flesh filled the smoky
air.

Jill: "Come on"

Jill took Giovanni's hand and pulled him off the floor to find Carlos still
firing at the thing.

	He stopped and Giovanni could see the sweat trickle down his wary
face. When he peeked into the room, he saw the creature in ashes all over
the place, covering the bodies of its previous victims.

But their attention was immediately diverted to the first door, which
Carlos hadn't opened yet.

And there, stepping out of whatever room or hallway, stood another
monstrosity.
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Ada: "Well well, what do we have here..." she purred.

	Ada Wong got to her knees and made eye level with a locked metallic
drawer in one of the desks that she had found in one of the lab rooms. It
was this little drawer that would complete her mission, and she would
receive her paycheck on the way out of the godforsaken town of L.A.

	She eyed it for a moment and concluded that the metal might be
around 2 inches thick... worth the security, as one of the most
'accomplished' biological virus lay within this furniture, and she had the
key for it.

	She smiled. Getting to this point was no easy task. She had to get
rid of 50 armed guards, using sneak attacks, which she didn't particularily
enjoy as she is more of a 'gun+girl=shoot shoot' person. No only were the
pesky U.B.C.S squads everywhere, but some of the silly experiments from
Umbrella had been released within the vicinity; How? she didn't have a
clue, but she fortunately didn't encounter any, only hearing the shrieks of
several of the beasts.

	Once she would have possession of the samples, she would walk out
the warehouse using the ventilation system, and give the samples to a
driver waiting by Club Vesper on the Santa Monica Pier, who would then give
it to the main corporate: BIOfaction.

	As with Umbrella being the top, BIOfaction were the second most
popular pharmaceutical company in the world, and were seen as Umbrella's
only commercial and economical nemesis. The company was formed around 4
years ago, under the name of Garry Hall. It would be in the year of 2004 in
which BIOfaction secretly discovered the secret of Umbrella and their
T-Virus models.

	And with the thirst for world domination as well, BIOfaction
planned for 2 years of how to retrieve a sample of the virus, to use for
their own purposes and gloomy plans. And now, with their plan complete, Ada
was hired through the use of her contacts to send her in for the main
mission. Luckily, the company wasn't that stupid, as they had developed
several back up plans if this one failed, which Ada assured wasn't the
case.

	She reached to the back of her boot to find a small compartment in
which she stored small important things. Yet the following shock made Ada
fume. It was gone.

(Must've fallen out...)

She cursed to herself and wondered where it might have dropped.

It would be difficult to find, as it is a small silver key.
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Russel read one of sheets labeled: Umbrella T-Virus.

 "The T-Virus, or Tyrant-Virus, was the second mutagenic virus developed by
the Umbrella Corporation. The T-Virus was responsible for the creation of
the majority of their Bio-Organic Weapons or BOWs. However, its intended
purpose was to create the perfect BOW: the Tyrant. The T in T-Virus is an
acronym for Tyrant, as it was designed, for death and destruction.

Research for the virus began in 1978 in Arklay Labs. Umbrella saw potential
in the recently discovered Ebola virus that had just been found in
Africa. The corporation saw limitless potential in the virus due to its
nearly 90% death rate. Umbrella was very careful about its research. The
Biological Weapons Convention prohibited the research and development of
such things. So to get around this obstacle, Umbrella masqueraded their
research, claiming they were trying to find a cure for it.  However, their
research was halted. The Ebola virus proved to be unable to survive outside
a human host except for only a few days due to its extreme sensitivity to
ultraviolet radiation. It also killed its host too quickly, which limited
the chances for the host itself to infect others. Lastly, Ebola could only
infect via direct contact with others, even further limiting the chances of
infection.  Umbrella researchers asked themselves: "What if a
heavily-infected host could continue to still be mobile, and what if the
host could continue to infect others, as well?". This idea would eventually
give birth to the T-Virus.  After the development of the Progenitor virus,
three men would finally succeed in the creation of the T-Virus on December
4th,1978 after combining it with leech DNA. These men were James Marcus,
Albert Wesker, and William Birkin.  The T-Virus would serve as the basis of
most of the other viruses developed by the Umbrella Corporation, such as
the T-Veronica Virus and the NE-T Virus.  William and Albert assassinated
Marcus and took his research for Umbrella. With their experimentation with
the Ebola Virus, William Birkin combined the original T-Virus with the
Ebola Virus to create a more suitable and dangerous virus that was used to
create the Tyrants. The Progenitor virus and original T-Virus have been
used for many purposes as stated above.

The T-Virus is like any other virus. It is a protein crystal with an RNA
core. As the crystal makes contact with a cell's membrane, it destroys it
and inserts its RNA into the cell. The cell absorbs the viral genome into
its own DNA, which takes over the cell's functions. The cell begins to
produce offspring of the original virus. The new viruses are then released
from the host cell and infect the neighboring cells, which starts the
process all over again.  What the T-Virus does is kills any living
mitochondria and replaces the dead ones with itself. The virus then
combines with other cells to produce energy. The energy produced is just
enough to power the motor neurons and the basic lower brain functions. Not
only that, but this bypasses the entire circulatory system, which makes the
heart and lungs redundant systems that can be disposed of.  However, the
T-Virus can only properly function by consuming the cell in order to
produce its energy and to divide via mitosis to spread around the
body. This slow breakdown of cells leads to the necrotizing effects seen on
most BOWs. The virus also incorporates itself into the host's RNA, which
substantially alters it. This is why creatures, such as bees and spiders,
only have very minor mutation, such as increased size, when compared to the
human mutation caused by the virus. This is due to their lower stance in
the evolutionary chain.  Should the human host be alive at the time of
T-Virus infection, all higher brain functions are destroyed as the virus
simply dissolves away the frontal lobes. This leaves only the
telencephalon, better known as the cerebrum, to govern behavior. This
leaves the infected host with a very animalistic behavior. As the virus
spreads, it damages the hypothalamus. This produces a massive flood of
neurotransmitters, enzymes, and hormones such as norepinephrine and
dopamine. These effects, combined with the painful symptoms of the
infection, induces a psychotic rage, persistent hunger, and increased
aggressiveness in those infected.  Should the human host be dead at the
time of infection, only enough energy is produced to power the lower brain
functions. These functions are responsible for the most primal instincts,
such as walking and eating.  In either case, their late-stage appearance
and behavior are characteristics of their name-sake, that of the zombie.
Should a late-stage human host be rendered unconscious, the body will lay
in a dormant phase appearing to be dead. In actuality the host is rapidly
mutating due to the T-Virus becoming hyperactive. Within the timeframe of
an hour, the decayed skeletal and muscular system is reconstructed into a
stronger and more durable form, development can be seen of sharp canine
teeth and razor claws, fresh blood seeps into remaining skin giving it a
reddish hue, advances in decomposition, and intact eyes become a bright
white. Umbrella researchers at the Arklay Laboratory have dubbed this stage
as an V-ACT, commonly referred to as a Crimson Head. The brain is then
jolted back to consciousness with a slight but important increase in
intelligence, and large increase in agility and aggressiveness. As a
consequence of this rapid mutation, cellular breakdown hits a critical
point where the host cannot regenerate properly any longer and can
effectively be killed permanently, given enough damage.

There are four known serums that will cure those infected by the T-Virus,
but only in it's earlier stages, before it becomes completely active.  The
first is an unnamed vaccine developed by Douglas Rover of the Umbrella
Medical Service at Raccoon Hospital as a last-minute effort to halt the
rapid spread of the T-Virus. However, most of the hospital's staff had
already succumbed to infection before the vaccine could be properly
produced even in small amounts. This vaccine could be cultivated by using a
specialized synthesizer and inserting a medium base into the system, then
combining the necessary chemicals using the control panel. The exact
components that were used to create this prototype are unknown; as most of
the documentation regarding it's production were either stolen by Nicholai
Ginovaef or destroyed after Ginovaef used C-4 explosives to demolish the
hospital, taking with it any evidence of the Umbrella Corporation's
involvement with the hospital in the process.

The second serum is Daylight developed by Greg Muller and Peter Jenkins of
the City College of Raccoon. The actual ingredients for Daylight are
T-Blood (a blood sample of a T-virus infected creature, namely T-Thanatos),
V-Poison (a sample of poison from an infected Wasp) and P-Base (an unknown
chemical liquid that requires preparing before being mixed). Once all the
ingredients have been collected, they can be mixed together in a special
chemical mixer. The mixture takes about five to seven minutes to make and
thirty seconds to one minute to duplicate.  The third is an unknown serum
developed by the research team operating from within Umbrella's official
Raccoon City facility. Surviving members of the team (including Linda and
Carter) return to the facility in order to retrieve the serum for
full-scale production of a cure to help prevent the spread of the
T-Virus. It has similar features to the Daylight serum; and it was
suggested that it was a prototype or, as Carter states, a 'sample'. The
exact details of the serum itself are unknown due to the short role it
played in the storyline (the sample being destroyed by the rampaging Tyrant
not long after it's initial appearance).  The fourth and final serum is a
dedicated, engineered antivirus created by Dr. Charles Ashford. This
eutectic formula is similar to the T-virus itself, but works at
cross-purposes. The intended effect is to keep a T-virus infection in
check, delivering the benefits of the virus without the eventual
degeneration into a full-scale infection. While a stockpile of this
antivirus was produced and stored at the Arklay Mountain research facility,
it was reportedly stolen during the outbreak in Raccoon City. Its
whereabouts are unknown.

He stopped reading the interesting article and stuffed it into his pockets
as he heard a noise come from outside the room he was in.

Holding his beretta, Russel moved and popped himself into the dark and
eerie hallway to check out the noise. Yet in the dim-lit and chilly
hallway, Russel kept his eye open.

There was nothing but a moaning, limping figure shuffling it's way to
Russel.

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Umbrella Headquarters, Vienna.

Assistant: "Sir, there has been an infiltration in the L.A headquarters"

The assistant stood by the huge oak doors and looked at his boss standing
by the huge windows, staring at the setting sun, now a crimson color.

Unknown: "Release prototype 1"

The command was simple.

Assistant: "But sir, the prototype is still unstable, if something goes
wrong i-"

Unknown: "-it will be the end of L.A"

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