Fire And Water | By : Leona Category: +M through R > Resident Evil Views: 1701 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The sun had just set over Raccoon City when Matt Addison brought his sedan to a halt in front of the Spencer Mansion. His sister Lisa worked far below the estate, in an underground laboratory nicknamed “The Hive”. The mansion and lab were privately owned by the Umbrella Corporation, a powerful American pharmaceutical company.
Matt and his sister knew that there was more to Umbrella than the public was allowed to see. The company was far from friendly when it came to politics. Lisa had worked for years in The Hive, gathering evidence of Umbrella’s unscrupulous practices and the developments it was making in the secret lab. She reported her findings to her brother, who worked with his fellow activists in an effort to take the company down. The evidence was almost completely irrefutable; they simply needed to find the last piece of in order to expose Umbrella.
The prime moment was scheduled to be tonight. Lisa had a contact, a co-worker, who had access to everything that she, a low-profile employee, could not secure on her own. This contact would provide her with a sample of the weapon Umbrella was developing in The Hive, a virus with unknown effects. Matt had warned her to choose someone trustworthy, lest she get herself caught... or worse. Ever since the arrangement had been made, Matt had felt a strong sense of uneasiness about bringing an unknown Umbrella employee into the plan, but Lisa had assured him that her contact wanted the company taken down as much as they did, and Matt was forced to bite his tongue and trust his sister.
She had not called that afternoon to confirm possession of the sample as planned. He had waited over an hour before calling her desk, praying that no one else would pick up. He was only to call that number in emergencies, but given the circumstances, he had considered this an emergency. There had been no answer. After waiting another hour with no word, he had decided to visit the mansion under his planned guise of being a police officer.
He found the Spencer gate open and the grounds deserted. Odd. Staying as far into the shadows as he could, Matt made his way to the estate and peered in. Every room was deserted. This wasn’t what surprised him, since only Spence and his wife lived here, but the open back door did.
Spence’s wife was standing on the back porch in a short red dress and black knee-high boots, looking disoriented. Matt stepped forward cautiously. He didn’t know her name, but he did know that she was an Umbrella operative who was highly trained in martial arts. She was not someone he wanted to cross, but her worried look gave him the impression that something bad had happened. A cold feeling filled his stomach as he remembered Lisa.
A flock of birds took flight from the trees above and he saw the woman shiver. She looked panicked and walked back into the house. He waited for a moment and then decided to take his chances with this woman. False Raccoon City Police badge in hand, Matt slipped inside the house through a back window and grabbed her. She screamed. Matt paused briefly, wondering why an Umbrella soldier would be acting like such a... civilian.
He barely had time to wonder, however, when flood lights suddenly lit up the room and a special-ops team burst through the windows, tackling both of them before he could get to his gun. “I’m a cop,” he shouted, trying to wrench his arm out of their grasp to show his I.D.
They found it for him and shined a flashlight in his face, causing him to go momentarily blind. He heard one of them mutter, “He’s not in the system.”
“I just transferred here,” Matt yelled over the noise, mind racing to find a believable excuse. He had expected to fool Spence, not Umbrella’s army. “They probably haven’t put me in yet!”
The soldiers nodded to each other, seemingly accepting his story. He felt handcuffs snap into place around his wrists and panicked. “You can’t do this,” he started to protest.
The soldier to his right removed her mask, revealing a hardened-looking brunette. “Blow me,” she snarled as she pulled him up and forced him into The Hive’s secret entrance.
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Rain Ocampo didn’t have much patience for tools like the one she was escorting into The Hive. She didn’t believe for a moment that he was really a cop. Probably one of those tree-hugging wimps that spent most of their sorry lives writing letters to Congress about her employer. Probably trying to steal something exciting from The Hive to make his anti-establishment buddies cream their pants over him. Had she been in charge, she would have sent him right in to the real R.P.D. But One wanted to take the guy with them, and he was the man in charge. She told the cop he should consider himself lucky. He had already gotten further than most of them did.
The false mirror that led from the mansion to the underground lab slid back into place behind her as the team led the way, guns at the ready. All they had been told was that the Queen had gone berserk down here, and that could mean any number of things. Rain guessed that some stooge had probably burnt his popcorn and set off the fire alarm. It would figure.
She shoved the cop onto the train that led to the lab and boarded behind him. “Power’s down,” said Kaplan from the controls.
“I’m on it,” replied Rain. She lightly dropped through the maintenance door of the train and stuck her flashlight in her mouth, squinting as she searched for the broken connection. Luckily, it was an easy fix. She snapped the connectors back into place, but as she did so, her ears perked at a shuffling noise from below the train. She held her light up. Nothing but tracks ahead. Must have been a rat.
Just as she was standing up, J.D. reached down and nearly gave her a heart attack. She placed the power supply back on the track, gave him the finger, and climbed back into the train compartment.
The cop watched Rain fight with the sealed back door of the train as they moved along. She turned and looked at him with an icy glare, then glanced at Spencer’s wife, who was also watching. “You got a problem?”
They shrugged and focused their attention on the floor. Yeah, didn't think so. J.D. playfully pushed her aside to give the door a try. Fine, let the macho man do it. She walked to the other side of the compartment and narrowed her eyes at her partner.
The door burst open and Spencer fell inside. Rain glanced at the blonde, who didn’t show any signs of recognition. They weren’t expected; the mansion had knocked the couple out with gas when The Hive had locked down. They both had a temporary case of amnesia. Rain turned back to J.D. “Jumpy?” she mocked.
The woman in red stared at her husband with a mix of fear and curiosity. Matt could tell she didn’t know who he was. He considered mentioning it, but decided that he didn’t want to help an employee of Umbrella for any reason, regardless of how small. Spence’s wife was inspecting her wedding ring, likely making some sort of connection with the man on the floor.
Matt rested his head against the wall behind him, watching the bitch who had handcuffed him pace the car. This girl needed a vacation or a lay. Possibly both. He couldn’t help but grin at the idea. Luckily she was too preoccupied with the unconscious Spence to notice.
One of the male soldiers escorted him off the train when they arrived. His thoughts raced. Lisa had to be here. From what he was gathering, there had been an emergency and the whole place had been barricaded. All he needed to do was get the keys to his handcuffs off the brunette and he could go find his sister.
Spence’s wife bombarded the S.W.A.T. leader with questions as they approached. Matt tuned out during the explanation, already aware of The Hive’s purpose, and focused his attentions on the bitch with the keys to his freedom. She was busy opening the final doors. “Sir, we’ve reached The Hive,” she called.
The group entered the lobby. Matt had heard about the above-ground atmosphere of The Hive, but this was his first time experiencing it. The false windows of the laboratory created an illusion of being high above San Francisco, complete with traffic noise. He walked over to them. Noting that Spence’s wife was also staring at the illusion, he said aloud, “Makes it easier to work underground...”
“The Red Queen’s locked onto us,” reported one of the soldiers as the team headed down the stairs.
“Who’s the Red Queen?” asked Spence’s wife. Matt listened closely behind her. Lisa knew a lot of things about The Hive, but he had never heard of a queen.
“She’s the computer that controls The Hive,” explained the S.W.A.T. leader before ordering his team to find a route to the computer to shut it down. Matt heard him call the soldiers by name and took note of the Latina's: Rain.
“The Red Queen went homicidal and killed everyone down here,” the leader was saying. Matt stared at him in disbelief. They were entering an underground laboratory run by one of the most untrustworthy companies in the world... and it was being held hostage by a computer? Knowing Umbrella, Matt assumed they had put far too much stock into artificial intelligence.
His peripheral vision caught a movement and he backed quickly against the wall. It was one of the Red Queen’s recent victims, floating in a sea of toxic water behind the glass of an enclosed office.
“Jesus,” he shouted, wishing his hands weren’t restrained behind his back. That could have been Lisa. Lisa could be dead! In fact, she likely was dead if what the soldier said was true. Killed everyone down here... He had to get out of the handcuffs.
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