RE: A New Threat
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Category:
+M through R › Resident Evil
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
2
Views:
4,297
Reviews:
2
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own Resident Evil, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
A New Threat
Disclaimer: I do not own the rights to Resident Evil or any of the characters from it used in this writing, they’re owned by Capcom! However, several characters of my own creation will come into play within the pages to come. So the point of this is, in a nut shell: Don’t sue me! Also, as a side note, the NC-17 rating is for later chapters, this first chapter has nothing of that sort...
It was nearly two months since the events leading up to the deaths of the Ashford family, and the re-appearance of Albert Wesker had transpired. Claire and Chris Redfield had escaped the horrors of Umbrella’s experiments once again, and they were becoming even more of a danger to the Corporation’s survival. Hundreds of thousands of dollars were being spent every year by the corporation just to stay in business, and to track down the Redfield pair.
That’s where he came in. Cross-legged, staring out the window of a helicopter as it soared above the streets of New York City. He wore a black trench coat, sunglasses, had short black hair, and an FBI badge twirling between his fingertips. His name was Chris Denal, a special agent recently called in by Umbrella to deal with the Redfield problem. He was young, only 19, but he had a reputation for getting the job done, and that was what got people far in this corporation. It was said he was the President’s favorite, even more than Agent Hunk had once been…
“Sir, we’re circling the drop point now. Are you ready?” The pilot’s voice came over the headsets each man in the helicopter were wearing.
“Yep. Set her down. Everybody else, lock and load.” Denal responded, still boringly gazing out the window as the helicopter’s altitude began to drop. Six other men sat in the back of the transport with the agent, all checking various weapons for any sign of imperfection. All jerked when the copter set down. When they emerged, several parked cars with flashing lights atop, and a number of officers gathered round greeted them.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You can’t land here. You better have some I.D., and one hell of a good excuse or I’m going to drag your sorry a-”
With a flick of wrist, Denal’s FBI Badge was displayed to the officers as a slight smirk spread across his face. “Erik Feranal, FBI. Sorry bout the landing officer but we’re tracked a dangerous fugitive near here, and we need to get to him quick. Mind lending us a squad car and some of those motor cycles?” The young man slipped a pair of sunglasses on and dropped his I.D. back into his coat pocket.
“I…uh…y, yes sir. Sorry for the interference, but usually you guys communicate this sort of with the department and all…”
“Officer, time is of the essence. I need the keys to those vehicles.”
“Oh, right away sir…” The officer hurriedly turned over the keys to the squad car nearby, in addition to gathering the keys to his fellows’ motor cycles and turning them over as well. Denal and his fellow Umbrella agents began to hurry towards their rides, but the voice of the officer called out to them shortly after.
“Hey! I’ll send one of my officers with you, for back up and all. He could stand to learn a thing or two anyways. Forbes, you’re with them.” Another officer beside him saluted him and hurried over to the Umbrella agents before any of them could even object. Sighing, they simply waved him into the back of the squad car with another agent. Denal and another agent sat up front, while the remaining three Umbrella operatives got on the motor cycles behind the squad car.
So the agents were off, heading for the outskirts of the city, an unwanted guest riding along. He didn’t last for very long though. As soon as traffic (and there had been a lot of it) began to wane, and the Officer’s questions on what they were doing began to flow, a shot rang out from the back seat of the squad car. Silenced as it was though, it didn’t carry far…and the officer slumped over against the left car door, dead. The operative in the backseat immediately began to clean up, and Denal just smirked, staring out the window as their destination grew ever nearer…
It was nearly two months since the events leading up to the deaths of the Ashford family, and the re-appearance of Albert Wesker had transpired. Claire and Chris Redfield had escaped the horrors of Umbrella’s experiments once again, and they were becoming even more of a danger to the Corporation’s survival. Hundreds of thousands of dollars were being spent every year by the corporation just to stay in business, and to track down the Redfield pair.
That’s where he came in. Cross-legged, staring out the window of a helicopter as it soared above the streets of New York City. He wore a black trench coat, sunglasses, had short black hair, and an FBI badge twirling between his fingertips. His name was Chris Denal, a special agent recently called in by Umbrella to deal with the Redfield problem. He was young, only 19, but he had a reputation for getting the job done, and that was what got people far in this corporation. It was said he was the President’s favorite, even more than Agent Hunk had once been…
“Sir, we’re circling the drop point now. Are you ready?” The pilot’s voice came over the headsets each man in the helicopter were wearing.
“Yep. Set her down. Everybody else, lock and load.” Denal responded, still boringly gazing out the window as the helicopter’s altitude began to drop. Six other men sat in the back of the transport with the agent, all checking various weapons for any sign of imperfection. All jerked when the copter set down. When they emerged, several parked cars with flashing lights atop, and a number of officers gathered round greeted them.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing? You can’t land here. You better have some I.D., and one hell of a good excuse or I’m going to drag your sorry a-”
With a flick of wrist, Denal’s FBI Badge was displayed to the officers as a slight smirk spread across his face. “Erik Feranal, FBI. Sorry bout the landing officer but we’re tracked a dangerous fugitive near here, and we need to get to him quick. Mind lending us a squad car and some of those motor cycles?” The young man slipped a pair of sunglasses on and dropped his I.D. back into his coat pocket.
“I…uh…y, yes sir. Sorry for the interference, but usually you guys communicate this sort of with the department and all…”
“Officer, time is of the essence. I need the keys to those vehicles.”
“Oh, right away sir…” The officer hurriedly turned over the keys to the squad car nearby, in addition to gathering the keys to his fellows’ motor cycles and turning them over as well. Denal and his fellow Umbrella agents began to hurry towards their rides, but the voice of the officer called out to them shortly after.
“Hey! I’ll send one of my officers with you, for back up and all. He could stand to learn a thing or two anyways. Forbes, you’re with them.” Another officer beside him saluted him and hurried over to the Umbrella agents before any of them could even object. Sighing, they simply waved him into the back of the squad car with another agent. Denal and another agent sat up front, while the remaining three Umbrella operatives got on the motor cycles behind the squad car.
So the agents were off, heading for the outskirts of the city, an unwanted guest riding along. He didn’t last for very long though. As soon as traffic (and there had been a lot of it) began to wane, and the Officer’s questions on what they were doing began to flow, a shot rang out from the back seat of the squad car. Silenced as it was though, it didn’t carry far…and the officer slumped over against the left car door, dead. The operative in the backseat immediately began to clean up, and Denal just smirked, staring out the window as their destination grew ever nearer…