Date: Sun, 12 Feb 2006 14:31:08 -0800 (PST)
From: bob bob <re_crimson@yahoo.com>
Subject: Resident Evil: Crimson part 7

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Seven.

	The door had swung open; revealing a mean-faced Jill. Carlos and
Mark just froze in their place; awaiting whatever verbal beating they were
about to get from Jill.

"Grab all your stuff. Carlos, we need you with Alice sniping from the
roof."

"What's going on"?

"The virus has reached this area, the dead are rising from the
graveyard. Now come on!" She commanded as she came over and grabbed the
bags on the floor and started stuffing whatever stuff she could find, into
the bags. Carlos gave Mark a small peck on the cheek before he jumped off
the bed and headed for the roof, which was accessible by a ladder just out
side the house.

	Mark got off the bed and helped Jill, adjusting to her speed as he
emptied drawers and threw the stuff to Jill, who then placed it in the
bags. When they were done, Jill asked if he had all his stuff on his
belt. He affirmed with a nod and they both left down stairs. When they got
there, the entire room looked like the way it was when they first had
entered the house two days ago. Jill took Mark's arm, as he was still
observing the room, and brought him to the door. When they were outside,
Mark noticed the dark rain clouds and echoing thunder that filled the
sky. If Mark didn't know the time, he would have thought that it was around
6, but it was only 4:30 PM. The ferocious winds swept through the farmyard;
the dead leaves and dust filling the moving air. Jill turned to face Mark;
her hair whipping her face.

"Get inside the van!" her comment was barely heard as the heavy wind
overlapped whatever noise came out of her shouting mouth. At first, he
didn't get it, but she pointed at the van, and Mark assumed that he had to
get in.

	Jill took mar's bag and hauled the stuff to the boot, where LJ was
helping with the packing; there wasn't much space because of the stuff they
stole from the superstore. Mark jumped into the van, noticing Angie. He
slid the door to a close. The noise of the wind was less, but still there
as the boot was open.

"Where's the rest??"

"The boys, it seems, have formed a 'little gang', and are going to go in
LJ's car. Oh, we're supposed to leave that door open, incase Carlos or
Alice need to jump in." mark blinked a few times before turning around and
opened the door. He moved all the way to the back and looked at the boot.

	Jill & LJ had finished stuffing the bags into the boot and were now
shouting directions at each other in the thunderous wind. Mark saw CJ nod
and he left to go to the polo car. Mark jumped as Jill slammed the boot
shut. She walked around the van, covering her face from the sand and jumped
into the drivers seat, turning the engine on. Mark sat there, before
looking out to his left to see the boys in the polo car, chatting away. Bad
timing. Mark's thoughts were interrupted as the gunshots that have been
firing ever since Mark got out of the house, have ceased. He moved through
the van and sat in the front passenger seat; Jill didn't mind. After a
minute, the shadows of Alice and Carlos appeared through the dust as they
sprinted to the van. Jill began pulling out with a flash as the two jumped
in. Carlos sat by the door, but didn't close it as he was shooting at the
shadows that lurked behind the house and beyond. Alice opened the van's
rooftop and did the same. The polo had already left as the van drove down
the bumpy road leading to the main road.

"Mark, seatbelt" Jill's voice was shaky

"What?" Mark looked up to find a zombie standing in the middle of the road,
arms stretched out; moving towards the van. Jill kept her foot on the gas.

Mark's voice showed uncertainty as he put his seatbelt on, never keeping
his eyes off of the undead. "Jill..."

"Hold on" Mark held onto the seat as-

BAM

The van smashed into the body. Mark saw the thing rip in two as it was
moved out of the way.




********************



When they reached the main road, the cars took a left and fled in the
shadows. Mark heard the main door shut, the roof as well. He looked back to
see Alice sit next to Angie, and Carlos near the front. The man gave Mark a
sly wink. Mark smiled and then was questioned by Jill.

"Hey kid, open the compartment in front of you, grab the map, and tell me
what the nearest city is." Mark obeyed. He opened the compartment and saw a
pack of bullets and a map. He took the plastic map out and shut the
compartment. Now opening the map, he observed it closely.

"Los Angeles"

"Which way"

"Were on the right road, we just follow this, and we'll be there"

"Alright then, City of Angels it is"

	Mark looked at the route again, double-checking, before folding it
back up and placing it on top of the compartment, by the window. Jill asked
Carlos to call LJ and tell them their new destination. When he was done,
Jill turned on the radio.



********************



It had been nearly four hours in the van. They had taken a stop at a gas
station an hour ago, but other than that, they were sitting and
sitting. Mark had thought several times if he should sit next to Carlos,
but apparently, he was busy fixing some equipment.

	It was nearly 8 PM, and darkness had already flown in. Mark looked
out the window onto the highway. Their van and LJ's car were the only ones
that traveled. Strange. He ignored the thought and looked back up, making
out the faint lights of L.A. He's never been to L.A; he has been everywhere
else but L.A. Why? He didn't know. He didn't let the thought ponder him as
he saw the massive skyscrapers standing tall, their strange and gothic
architecture puncturing the night sky. On almost all the buildings were red
lights, glowing. The sky had a strange green shade to it, along with the
black clouds that overlooked the dark metropolis. As they entered the city,
Jill asked directions for downtown, which mark gave. They drove past sleek
and shiny business towers, to warehouses full of stuff. There weren't many
cars as Mark thought there would be, as they were in the heart of the city.

	After 15 minutes, the van stopped in front of one of the tallest
buildings in the city. Mark peeked out of the window to catch a glimpse of
the shining lights that spelled the place's name: Sky Peek Tower
(Apartments). Mark heard the doors open and saw that Jill and the rest had
stepped out and moved to the front door. Mark hurried himself, struggling
with the seatbelt, and then managed to follow them. LJ and the rest had
followed. The crew moved up the marble steps and through the huge spinning
doors and into the lobby; where they located the reception and moved
towards it. The 'gang' that the boys had formed moved towards the leather
couches that were in the lounge next to the reception. The place looked
nice, as its modern furniture, abstract art, and smooth atmosphere
suggested so. Mark moved over to the receptionist but then was told to
gather up the boys and move to the elevator.

"Yo, we're leaving" Russel heard Mark's comment, and told the other two,
who deeply engaged in a conversation. The gang moved to the elevator and
stepped in. Luckily, there was no cheesy music.

"Alright guys, 64th floor, flat #271"

	Angie hastily shoved the crowd aside as she wanted to push the
button. Jill let her. The elevator didn't move as a recorded voice spoke:

"Please slide your flat card through the slip" Jill handed over the card to
Angie, and she slid it through. Nothing happened. Alice notified that it
was the wrong way around; and Angie tried again.

	The elevator slowly moved the moment the card left the slip; it
felt as if they weren't even moving at all: gosh, technology these days
:). After 30 seconds, the door opened and everyone stumbled out onto the
black carpet. Mark looked up to find themselves in a small room, and in
front of them, was room #271. Mark assumed that this complete floor was
dedicated to this flat. Angie again used the card on the black door and
opened it.

	When they stepped in, the first thing mark noticed was the huge
aquarium built into the wall, just next to the door on the left wall. Its
residence of colorful fish swam in its soft blue glow. The thing looked
like it was 3 meters tall and 2 meters wide. Angie's eyes stuck to the
glass like as if she was a cat looking for her evening meal. In what
appeared to be the living room, 3 large black leather sofas stood on top of
an abstract creamy carpet, glass coffee table in the middle. On the right
side of the wall was a huge plasma screen T.V, with two 'mood lights' on
each side, changing color every now and then. Far behind the couches was a
dining area, and behind that was a huge window that stretched from the
aquarium all the way to the end of the living room, which was a long way as
the place was huge. The glass panel was at least as tall as the aquarium,
from floor to roof, exposing the mesmerizing sight of nighttime
L.A. Connected to the living room and dining area, was the kitchen, full of
fancy shiny black fridges and cupboards. Several leather stools were placed
by one of the kitchen counters, facing the living room, which kind of
looked like a bar. On the far right side of the zone, was a metal stairs
that led up to another area, right above the kitchen. It appeared to be
another seating area, along with a computer, as there were no walls
covering the area, but metal railings. And further up there, was a hallway,
which most likely led to the bedrooms and bathrooms.

"Well then, this is our new haven. There are 4 bedrooms, with two single
beds in each, so someone is gonna have to sleep on the couch. Y'all look
around while me; Carlos, Alice and LJ are going to get our stuff from the
van. I'm leaving a copy of the card on the coffee table." And with that,
the adults left the flat and the rest were able to roam around.

	Mark placed his bag pack on the couch and made his way over to look
out to the city. It was breathtaking. The tall skyscrapers, twisted
architecture, wonderful lights, it all looked like some fantasy city like
Gotham City. Mark noticed that Giovanni stood 2 meters away on his right,
looking out as well. Mark didn't want to talk to him; instead, he gazed at
the City of Angels.




********************



	Half an hour later, all the luggage and food had arrived in the
house, and everything was organized in its proper place. After everyone had
finished his or her designated tasks, Alice had assembled everyone in the
living area.

"Alright, me and the rest of the adults are going to check and visit any
S.T.A.R.S that are in the city, so that is going to take a few hours. In
the mean time, Giovanni, there is a phone number in the kitchen for pizza,
and the money is on the counter, so you organize your dinner while we are
all out" Giovanni nodded. Alice had finished her speech and Carlos took
over.

"Everyone, come on over and grab a cell phone. I've placed everyone's
number in there so that we can call each other."

	Everyone moved towards him and grabbed a phone out of the card
box. Mark eyed the sleek and shiny black object in his hands.

"The date and time is already set, so you don't have to worry about
that. I've placed our address in the notes section, under the main menu,
just in case. And uh, don't forget the chargers; their in the other box on
the coffee table" Everyone played with their toys before grabbing a
charger.

"Alright then, we're off" And with that, the adults left. Mark shut the
door and locked it. He turned around and saw that Angie was taking pictures
with her phone of all the fishes. He looked over at the boys.

"Mark" Mark looked over back to Angie.

FLASH

"Hey! You didn't get permission for that, you little rascal"

	Angie screamed as she ran when Mark approached her, laughing while
she rested halfway up the stairs. Mark shot her an evil look (in a funny
way).

"Don't worry, I'll get you in your sleep" Angie stuck out her tongue,
before returning to her phone. Mark placed his phone in his pockets, and
the charger in his bag.

"Yo, I'm gonna go get some fresh air down stairs, okay?" None of the boys
heard him as they were chatting about the features on their phones.

"Its okay, I'll tell them," Angie said.

	Mark thanked her before he placed his bag on his back, took the
spare card, and left the flat. He waited for the elevator before he stepped
in.

"Please slide your flat card through the slip" Came the smooth female
voice.

	Mark did as he was told, and the lift descended ever so gently,
until the doors opened and Mark stepped out into the empty lobby. He moved
to the receptionist, a tuxedo wearing, gelled up hair, handsome fellow.

"Hi"

"Good evening sir, how may I help you tonight?"

"Uh, is it possible for me to get another card of this (Mark hands over the
card) as there are too many of us wanting to go up and down, and we only
have two cards"

"I'm afraid that's not possible sir"

	Damn! Mark thought for a moment, before he thought of something
up. Well, Mark has never done this before, and he knows that he will feel
stupid if it doesn't succeed, but seducing is his only option. Mark spoke
with a smooth and innocent tone.

"Auww. I was so hoping that I would find someone to talk to, since I've got
something I want to share so badly with someone. Maybe you can help me."
Mark leaned in closer to the counter.

"What do you want to share?" The receptionist's eyes showed deep curiosity
as the words carefully rolled out of his mouth. Mark gently whispered.

"It's hard to explain you see (sigh). Hmmm... Maybe I can show you
instead."

The receptionist now seemed to be enjoying this moment. "Go on"

"Come closer" Mark slowly whispered, never taking his eyes off of the guy's
face. The receptionist, whose name was Jake (name tag), leaned in slowly;
their faces just inches apart.

"Are you sure you want me to share it with you? I mean (Mark licks his
lips), I'm not sure if it's something you... can handle..." Gosh! Mark was
enjoying himself all too much.

"I'm sure Its something we both... want" Jake was now looking at Mark's
lips every now and then.

"(Bites his bottom lip) Well then, here's my... confession..." And with
that, they both leaned in, before they're soft lips met, sparks flying on
contact. Mark didn't hesitate and began exploring the stranger's mouth,
keeping him busy. Mark opened his eyes as they kept kissing and saw what he
wanted on the counter: the keys to the employee room. He placed his right
hand behind Jake's head and pulled him in, intensifying the kiss as his
left hand slowly made it's way to the keys.

	Finally he made contact with the cold metal keys and silently
pulled them back, before he placed them in his pockets. Mark smiled as they
kissed. Victory. Mark then broke off the kiss, breathing heavily, still
keeping his face inches away from the receptionist's.

"I think I showed you... too much."

"I don't think I got that, want to show me again?"

Mark shot him a sly smile. "Auww... Kitty wants more milk? Don't worry,
I'll come back if I ever get another... confession..." Mark shot him a wink
before he took the flat key on the counter and left, feeling Jake's eyes
watch him as he left to a hallway containing the bathroom and the
employee's room.

	Mark looked around and saw that he was out of sight of the lobby,
making sure Jake wouldn't follow him. Luckily, he didn't. Mark smiled to
himself. Mark, you evil little wonder. He took the keys out of his pockets
and eyed them victoriously. He then turned to the Staff Room, checking if
it was unlocked by any chance. Nope. He tried all four keys and the lock
clicked as the fourth one twisted in the lock. Mark looked around in the
hallway he was in, making sure again, before he slowly opened the door and
stepped in; hoping that no one was in. his theory proved correct as he eyed
the simple room. Leather couch, ambient lights, pretty plants, computers,
and a small machine next to the computer. Damn, no cards? He frowned,
disappointed. He moved to the computers and saw that one of them read:

Key Cloner.

	Mark smiled and saw the small machine next to the computer had a
slot for a card in it. He moved over to the door and pressed the lock,
while his ear was on the door, listening for any sounds. After he was sure
no one was around, he went back to the computer and sat in the leatherwork
chairs. He eyed the screen.

Key Cloner- Available Commands: 1. Clone a card 2. Turn machine on 3. Turn
machine off Command_


Mark typed in 'Turn machine on'


Key Cloner- Available Commands: 1. Clone a card 2. Turn machine on 3. Turn
machine off Command_ Turn machine on_


	He pressed enter.


Key Cloner- Error. Invalid Command.


	Mark frowned for a moment, before trying again. This time, he typed
in the number of the command.


Key Cloner- Available Commands: 1. Clone a card 2. Turn machine on 3. Turn
machine off Command_ 2_


	Mark pressed return. A moment of silence passed before Mark jumped
a little as the machine next to him sprung into life. Luckily, it wasn't
noisy. He returned his eyes to the screen and typed.


Key Cloner- Available Commands: 1. Clone a card 2. Turn machine off
Command_ 1_


	He looked back at the screen and typed in enter.


Key Cloner- Please insert card in machine.


	Mark removed his face from the screen and placed the card in the
slot, and in its correct position, as labeled on a diagram on the desk. The
machine shut the slot and began its work.

2 minutes later.

	A card popped out of a slip on the side of the machine, and the
original card appeared in its slot. Mark grabbed both and placed them in
his bag. He returned his attention to the screen and turned the machine
off. He took his phone out and looked at the time: 8:50 PM. He still wanted
to explore a little bit, so Mark decided that he would return the original
key later. He unlocked the door and moved out, locking it and his way
out. He walked over to the reception and noticed that Jake tying his
shoelaces. Mark took this opportunity and placed the keys back on the
counter. He quickly left and moved out of the building.


********************


	Mark stood on the pavement in front of Sky Peak Tower, soaking up
the new environment. The sky still had its strange green/black shade and
black clouds; the full moon exposing itself every now and then. The
skyscrapers around him rose high above and were shining like candles. There
was a slight wind in the cool air as Mark looked around. There was one or
two cars passing every now and then, and the street had a few people
walking around: from business people to prostitutes and hobos. Mark saw a
map by a bust stop across the street and decided to go there. He checked
the silent traffic before crossing over. He reached the sign and noticed
something on the back. He moved and saw a flyer: an Umbrella sign with a
big red cross on it. Under it, it read:

A.U.M

Anti Umbrella Movement, show your support.  Gothet Avenue, Club Undying.

	Mark eyed it for a moment, and thought if he could get any
information from any people in this 'anti movement' group.

"It's worth a shot" He told himself. He sighed and looked back at the map
for Gothet Avenue. Apparently, it was just 2 streets down. Mark eyed it one
more time before he turned around and made his way to Club Undying.

	"Hey honey, you lookin' for a date?" A hooker in pink approached
Mark, but Mark paid no heed and just walked on. 5 minutes later Mark
stopped to tie his shoelaces. As he did, he eyed his surroundings. Right
next to him, was a pawnshop, while Skyscrapers still littered the
area. Mark focused on his shoes, but his eyes moved to something lying
underneath a bench. He moved over and picked it up. It was money folded
within a rubber band. He looked around him, seeing if anyone dropped it. No
one was around so he counted the cash. $550 greens. Mark placed it in his
pocket, smiling to himself.

"Maybe I should spoil myself" Mark stood up and looked at the pawnshop. He
didn't hesitate and went inside.

	The place was small. A chubby man with long hair stood behind a
glass panel counter, full of crap.

"Can I help you kid?"

"Uh, I'm just looking"

"Suit yourself" Mark walked over to the counter and looked at the things.

"Whats that?" Mark pointed to an object that looked like a foldable
pocketknife.

"Lock picks"

"Oh, how much is it?"

"$20"

"I'll take that"

"Alright" The man slid the glass panel open from his side and took the
object else while Mark was looking at other stuff.

His eyes read the title of a small booklet: Computer Hacking

"That?"

"The booklet contains different codes to type for different types of
computers to get what you want: passwords, access to emails, etc..."

"Price"

"$30"

"I'll take that as well, and what are those two things?" Mark pointed to a
long black tube, which had an eyepiece to look through one side.

""That? You stick the narrow side of the tube under doors, and you look
through the eyepiece to see whats on the other side."

"Uh huh, and that?" The guy looked at an object, which looked like a remote
controller.

"It's basically a 'voice changer'. You select a 'voice' with one of the
buttons, then you speak into the small microphone, and your voice will come
out as the voice you selected on the other side"

"How much for both?"

"$50"

"I'll take all that then" The guy took the two objects and placed them with
the others and moved to his cashier, typing in numbers.

"$100 bucks, kid" Mark forked out a hundred dollars from his pockets and
handed it over to the guy.

"You need a bag?"

"Nah, it's fine" Mark took off his bag and placed the objects
inside. "Alright, thanks"

"Take care"

	Mark wore his bag pack and left the store, continuing his journey
to the club. He made a right at an intersection and saw his destination at
the end of the street. A church. Above the wooden doors of the church read
Club Undying. Mark kept on walking as he looked at the place. Skyscrapers
surrounded the back. The glass mosaic windows were a glowing red from the
lights within; it gave the church a sense of foreboding and a dark aura,
hence the name Club Undying. Mark assumed that it was a dance club as he
reached the doors and felt the heavy beats flow in the air. He walked
through the huge oak doors, which were carved with demons and fire on it,
and ended up in a dark hallway. The hallway had green wallpaper and was
illuminated by green lights from the ceiling, giving it a glow. Near the
end of the hallway, was a desk. Behind this desk, the word Club Undying
shone in bright red and green lights. As Mark got closer he saw that, the
bouncer, he thinks, had asked for I.D from a couple that were entering the
zone. Shit. But luckily, the guy left into a room next to the
reception. Mark walked over to the desk to make sure, before he turned a
left and entered the club.



********************


	The heavy beats had now greeted Mark as he stepped into the main
chamber of the church. On his left, was a bar; with its glowing green
lights as a background. In the middle of the huge area, was the dance
floor, its dance squares (or lights) shaped into a cross. And all around
the area, were table booths. Mark marveled at the gothic architecture of
the church. He saw that several cages were hanging from the roof, strippers
dancing within. Chains hung in some areas, while glowing lights filled the
shadows. The place was somewhat filled with many people. Some wearing
casual clothes, while others wore fetish or gothic costumes, such as the
workers here. Mark walked in a little more eyeing the bar, when he bumped
into a stripper dressed in red lingerie. She wore a red bra with a big
black X on each breast, while another X marked the spot on her red
underwear. She stood on black high heels and had red thigh high's. She had
red hair, tied into a ponytail with a black band. She wore red lipstick and
heavy black eye shadow that surrounded her green eyes. She was a really
attractive lady.

"Well, well, well, look what we have here." Her voice was lustrous and
smooth.

"Sorry, do I know you or something?" Mark questioned.

"I'm the owner of this club, darling. And I saw you sneak in with my eagle
eyes."

"Uh-" Mark knew that he was in for it now.

"Don't worry. Come with me." She gently took Mark's hand and Mark
followed. She took him past the bar and through the dancing crowd and ended
up by the other side of the club, where a set of stairs was illuminated by
glowing green lights. Mark followed her up the stairs and into what seemed
to be a VIP area. There were several booths, some of them filled. She led
him to an empty one and sat him down. A waiter appeared out of nowhere.

"Two fruit punches Larry" The guy nodded and left, returning a split second
later with two large glasses with red fruit punch.

"So, it's been a while since I've seen someone sneak in. Desperate to see
night life sweetie?"

"Umm No" Mark looked at his drink.

"It's not spiked, if that's what you're thinking about" She gave him a
wicked smile, before she sipped from her straw.

"What brings you're wandering soul to my undying domain?" Mark took a sip
from the drink. Yum. He looked back up at her, her eyes softly looking at
him. Mark swore that if this were a fantasy world, she would have been
perfect for being a vampire.

"Hmmm... Never mind, you have a name my darling?"

"Mark"

"Auww, that's cute" Mark didn't pay much attention as he was still looking
at the club he was in.

"You like it? I'm proud of it myself. It's tough competition with all the
other clubs in L.A. We don't have that many customers today, as it's a
Sunday."

"Yeah, love the place"

"You got a boyfriend darling?" Mark choked a little on his drink and looked
up at her.

"What?"

"(Smooth laugh) uh huh, it's obvious"

"What is"?

"Your sexuality" Mark hesitated for a moment.

"Well... how did you know??"

"Hm. Well, what do you expect with these huge breasts of mine? Guys are
normally all over it, some girls as well" She slipped a sly smile and
continued sipping on her drink.

"No, I don't have one. I think."

"Ooh... (She whispers) bring in your lover some time and I'll show both of
you how to have a good time"

"Ummm sure"

"You still haven't answered my question cupcake"

"Huh?"

"What brings a horny teenager like you to my club? Looking for some action?
Underage drinking?"

"Umm no... I'm here for the A.U.M" The club owner eyed him suspiciously
before speaking.

"Where you from"

"Raccoon City" She continued looking.

"How much do you know"

"Bout what"

"Umbrella"

"Umm.. a lot"

"How"

"I'm with some surviving S.T.A.R.S" The lady sat back and folded her arms.

"I see..."

A moment of silence passed as the thumping beats danced in the air.

"Umm... miss..."

"Oh dear me, how rude of me. I'm known as the Velvet Fox here in L.A, but
you can call me Selene" She gave him a mysterious wink.

"Hmmmm... the A.U.M... You know what, I'll tall you more and give you
contacts if you do a favor for me"

"What"

"Umbrella own a small clinic here in L.A downtown, one of my happy hour
strippers, Heather, called in sick a few days ago and said that she was
going to pick up medicine from the clinic. We lost contact from her ever
since."

"Did you check the clinic...?" Mark frowned. It's like... Duh.

"The thing is, I've heard from one of my contacts that Umbrella are
secretly using some of their patients at the clinic for their experiments."
Things here in L.A weren't as clean as Mark hoped it would be.

"I want you to find out anything about her at the clinic, if you take
my... quest, do whatever you must to get that information, don't kill
anyone though"

"And you will promise me info on Umbrella?"

"Yes"

Mark thought about it for a second. "What's the address."

Selene smiled and spoke. "Good choice. 12 Hurton Lane. You won't miss the
building."

"Alright then, how much time do I have?"

"Until tomorrow" Mark slowly nodded.

"Kay, I'm off then" Mark placed his bag pack on and took out a piece of
paper and pen before he did and wrote something down.

"My number" He handed it to the Velvet Fox.

She reached for something from her back and gave a card to Mark.

"It's an I.D card"

"But it doesn't have a photo on it"

"That's because these are for clubs only. You have to memorize the name and
the code, that all. My number in on the back." Selene stood up and planted
a kiss on Mark's cheek.

"Till we meet again my dear wolf." And with that, she left Mark and
disappeared into the darkness. Mark memorized his I.D card.

	Mark added the number to his phone and went down the stairs and
made his way to the entrance.

"Hold it, I didn't see you come in, show me some I.D" Came the big
bouncer. Mark gave him the card.

"Name?"

"Harold Just"

"Code"

"382" The man handed the card back. Mark smiled at him and then left into
the night.


********************

	Mark reached stepped out of the elevator and stood in front of flat
#271. He whipped out his card and slipped it into the slot. The light
flashed green and Mark heard the lock click open. He opened the door and
entered his haven.

"Hi" Mark looked over to Angie, who was watching television.

"Hey"

"The boys haven't noticed that you were gone at all, I haven't told
them. Silly."

"Oh really"

"Yeah, there's pizza on the dining table"

"K, thanks"

	Mark placed his bag full of usefulness down by the aquarium and
moved to the dining table, where he ate as he watched the view. He took out
his phone and checked the time: 10:30 PM.


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	Mark woke up at 2 AM and checked that his roommate, Carlos was
asleep. The room had two single beds, a lush carpet, a stylish wardrobe,
and a purple lava lamp. He slowly got out of his bed and moved to a
sleeping Carlos. He gave him a small peck on his forehead and then got
dressed. He grabbed his bag and left the room. He descended the stairs and
left the apartment. When he got to the lobby, he noticed that Jake, the
receptionist, watched him. Mark blew him a kiss as he walked out the
door. Smiling, he made his way to 12 Hurton Lane, which was in the same
direction as the Club was.

	5 minutes later, he passed the street which the Club laid in and
continued down the main road, until he had to cross the road and take a
left into Hurton Lane. The street, just like all the others, had
skyscrapers and pretty building. He looked around as he walked down the
street. His wandering eyes found his destination. The Umbrella logo hung
upon a gray building with blue lights. He noticed that the clinic was
closed. Frowning, he looked around the building and saw an alley that led
to the back of the structure. Here, he found a door.

	Mark reached out and turned the knob, it was locked. Just then, a
voice came from a speaker next to the door.

"Whose there" Mark hesitated, unsure of what to do. But then he thought of
the voice changer and quickly grabbed it from his bag. He had played with
it back in the flat so he knew what to press. He spoke in a raspy voice

"What?"

"Julius, is that you?"

"Uh, yes"

"What the fuck are you doing here so late?"

"I forgot a few things inside"

"And what the hell is up with your voice?"

"I've got a cold"

"Ah, got it from jenny too eh?"

"Yeah, badly"

"Okay, I'll let you in"

	Mark smiled as the door unlocked. He packed his toy and then
entered the building. He ended up in a white hallway, dim lights shining on
two blue doors. One of them was locked and had a security code for it. The
other one was unlocked. Mark silently opened it and saw nothing but
darkness. He grabbed hi pen light and shone into the room. It was a
janitors closet. Frowning, Mark nearly shit the door when his attention
fell upon something on the ceiling in the closet. The ventilation system.

	Mark prayed that they didn't have camera's in there as he shut
himself inside the closet, torch in mouth, and started placing boxes
underneath the vent. He finally managed and then began climbing the shaky
tower. He opened the grate as he reached the top and climbed in. He crawled
on his knees and turned around to pull the grate back up. When that was
done he looked around. There was only one way as the other way was a dead
end. He crawled for 10 minutes and saw another grate in front of him. He
looked down and saw that it was an office room with a computer in it. Torch
in his mouth, he opened the grate and jumped down. He got to the room's
light switch and turned it on. A water dispenser was in one corner. Mark
helped himself to a drink and then sat in front of the compter, pulling his
hacking booklet out as the same time.

"Okay Umbrella, show me what you got"

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