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Dead Rising 3: A New Player	By : PennyBFarthing Category: +A through F > Dead Rising series Views: 5550 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own Dead Rising 3, or it's characters. I have used characters, storyline and location details from Dead Rising 3 by Capcom, I make no money from writing this story.

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Chapter 15

Harriet pushed the begrudging Nick towards the compound fence. Nick felt helpless, and all he could do was hope like hell this horrible plan would work.

“Stop!” screamed the special ops by the door, “state your business.”

“I’ve got what you’re looking for. He’s got a number tattooed on his neck,” said Harriet, with a raised voice. She had Nick at gunpoint, and yanked his neck back revealing his number 12 tattoo clearly to the guards.

“Wait there!” he said as he talked into the walkie-talkie on his shoulder. After a few minutes of talking and looking back to his team on the roof, he barked some more orders, “Miss, you need to lower your weapon and put your hands in the air. Then you can both approach the gate.”

Harriet’s Z.A.R was on a strap and she let it drop to her side and put her hands up in the air. The gate began to roll sideways to allow them entry. Nick was getting extremely nervous. They were approaching the guards, who were sure to find the weapon behind Nick’s back if they got the chance to search them. He didn’t know when to strike, so as always with their relationship, Nick took Harriet’s lead.

There were three guards by the gate, one operating the gate at a control panel and the other two aiming their weapons at Harriet and Nick. Nick knew there were at least two snipers on the roof and probably a dozen or more other special ops forces in the compound.

As they walked through the gate, and were within arms reach of the soldiers, the one opposite Harriet lowered his weapon to search her and the other opposite Nick kept his weapon aimed squarely at Nick’s chest.

Harriet, as always, moved quickly. As the guard went to remove the gun from around her right shoulder, she grabbed him by the shoulders with both hands and pulled him in for the mother of all knees to the groin. The guard opposite Nick reacted quickly too, and aimed his weapon at Harriet to fire. However, in the time it took him to move the direction of his gun, she threw the injured guard towards him. The guard’s first shot hit the other guard in the back and Harriet lunged at the two of them.

Nick had jolted himself into action from the moment she kneed the first guard in the groin. He tugged on the loose cord and the knot binding his hands behind his back came free. He pulled his Z.A.R from behind his back and shot the guard at the panel before he had a chance to fire on them.

Nick was concerned about the snipers, and aimed his gun at the roof. Before he had a chance to fire a shot, he saw the last of the two snipers being shot and falling over the edge of the building. Good work Annie.

After finishing off the guard on the ground, Harriet smashed the panel operating the fence, allowing it to remain open. They bolted towards the ground floor entrance of the building leading to the electrified area. More special ops forces started to appear from various buildings in the compound, and Nick knew they needed to get inside quick before they were discovered. As they ducked behind some sandbags covering the buildings entrance, Harriet used the swipe card she had taken off a dead guard to gain entrance.

“I’m in, let’s move,” said Harriet quietly. Nick followed her into the building. They moved their way quickly to the floor above and paused at the doorway to what looked to be the command centre.

Harriet held up her hand at Nick, indicating for him to wait. He struggled to calm his breathing and began to try to listen to what Harriet was straining at the door to hear.

“I’ve given you more than enough time Marion! If we can’t find the orphan, we need to move ahead with our plan and destroy the city. Every day we wait we risk a leak to the public,” said a man’s voice. It sounded as though it was coming through a speaker.

“Our plan! What about my plan! Finding the orphan is our number one priority!” said a tough and angry female voice.

“It’s a fools errand Marion, it’s pointless.”

“It’s everything!” screamed Marion, she calmed herself and continued, “I just need more time. A few more days.”

“Fine,” said the man through the speaker, “but only because I enjoy indulging you, Marion. A few days won’t matter. And besides, the mutants with deactivated chips… they are very interesting…” he continued to talk with fervour, as if to himself, “something about the radioactive material we used to deactivate the chips has made them… special… if we could weaponise this royal jelly they ooze—”

“Enough! I’m sick of your small ideas and short-term thinking! The orphan is the key. We are not doing all this to get some stupid new weapon!” shouted Marion.

“As you wish, Marion. But first we need to deal with Madame President,” said the man from the speaker.

“Finally, something we can agree on,” said Marion, “the vision of a zombified president should be enough to scare the masses sufficiently into being chipped. Bring her in.”

They heard a commotion as more people entered the room. Harriet risked gently turning the handle, and very quietly opening the door a crack. Nick couldn’t see much, but could see the president being pulled inside, and being held down by two special ops forces.

“Get the parasites,” Marion said.

Nick watched in horror as the president struggled on the ground, whiles one special ops began to put on gloves, and reach for a box with an ominous looking hazard sign on the side.

“We have to do something now,” said Nick, very quietly, “how many.”

“I can’t be sure, I think three armed inside, and the woman. The man’s voice is coming from the videoconference. It’s hemlock.”

“Count of three?” said Nick, with a comical question mark on his face.

Harriet took a long steady breath, “one… two… three—”

Harriet pushed the door open and fired two expert shots at the special ops guys holding down the president, whiles Nick fired at the man with the gloves about to open the biohazard box. He aimed his weapon and the videoconference equipment, and before firing, he could have sworn Hemlock was looking directly at him. BOOM! He fired at the camera and the screen before Hemlock had a chance to see anymore of him.

Harriet rounded her weapon on Marion, “where have you taken them!” she screamed. Marion was dressed in a smart red suit, with gray hair and sitting in a wheelchair.

“Who?” asked Marion.

“We’re not playing!” said Harriet as she approached Marion threateningly. Nick took the opportunity to pick the President off the ground and see if she was okay.

“Outside,” said Marion, with resignation, not fear.

“The power supply?” asked Harriet, with a calm that Nick could not comprehend.

Marion pointed out the window to a large generator.

“Leave her,” said Nick, not having the heart to see an unarmed, older woman in a wheelchair being shot.

Harriet stepped her right foot towards Marion in the chair, and whiles still holding her Z.A.R, swung her right elbow in a sideways arc, smacking Marion in the temple. This snapped her head to the side, rendering her unconscious.

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Nick asked the president.

She seemed shocked, but trying to gather her senses, “I’m not hurt. Just… trying to figure out WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON HERE!” she screamed.

“Later. Reinforcements will be here in minutes, if not seconds. We need to get our friends and get out of here,” said Harriet.

Harriet walked to the window and fired three shots at the generator, which quickly died, “I thought that would be harder...” she said.

Madame President, Nick and Harriet ran to the holding pen and all seven of their new friends were there. Red, Doug, Lauren, Alice, Greg and Dwayne, along with another women Nick had seen at the safe house before.

Harriet was cutting the cable ties binding their hands extremely quickly, “inside, grab weapons on the dead special ops,” said Harriet briskly to Doug.

“Then what?” asked Doug.

“Best bet is if we all rendezvous at the plane. It’s in the shipping warehouse by the docks,” said Harriet.

“You’ve got the president?” asked Lauren.

“Saved the president,” corrected Nick, “they were going to kill her!”

“We’ll explain later, we’ve got to go,” said Harriet.

“How?” asked Alice.

“Annie’s outside with a car,” said Harriet as she cut through the last two cable ties, “We didn’t get much of a chance to make a plan. I just got as far as hitting Nick in the face and the rest of this has not been so much of a ‘plan’ as shooting people and hoping it works.”

As Doug started to throw assault rifles to the illegals, they all heard the roar of the muscle car outside the fence.

“And I guess Annie has worked out the rest of the plan. Move!” said Harriet as they all ran downstairs and made their way to the relative safety of the sandbags. Annie drove the muscle car towards the group and shots started to rain down on her. All armed members of their gang began shooting at the rooftops and towards the few special ops forces left on the ground, providing enough cover to allow Annie to pull up safely. Nick estimated that close to half the special ops forces where dead, and the car still needed cover to get out.

“We’ll stay here and cover you,” said Nick, “we’ve got a vehicle, GO!”

The muscle car didn’t fit nine people, but they made it work. If the situation weren’t so dire, he would have laughed as the president clambered in the back seat and sat on Doug’s lap.

Nick admired the Z.A.R’s ability to hit its target despite his lack of accuracy. He took down the last of the gunmen on the rooftop, and Harriet picked off the last few on the ground, who had either died, or given up shooting.

As the car sped off, Harriet and Nick took cover across the courtyard and made their way across the compound and out the fence. Every step Nick took, he was expecting a shot in the back, which never came. He and Harriet ran across the road and towards the Rollerhawg.

“Motel?” asked Harriet.

“Motel,” said Nick.
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