Raccoon City Public Mall

[Sinn]

Siris continued to keep his rifle leveled as the light Illuminated the entire small store. He looked through his sights and noticed one of the many armed men had a sniper-rifle, and no doubt he was trained. Fortunately, so was Siris. But they not only had the advantage of numbers, they had longer range weapons as well. One had a QBZ, which could easily beat the Russian stamped Assault Rifle in range. The men definitely saw him and they didn't fire, so either they were a rescue squad or reinforcements. Siris made out a clear uniform; but he didn't recognize it. Not U.N or designated NATO forces, no U.S flag...in fact, there wasn't any flags. Siris' radio beeped as his contact in Downtown Raccoon City began to speak; "Viktor. Our scans show an Umbrella satellite just came online. Do you see anything in the mall?" Siris cursed as he flicked his radio on, "Dammit! Why are you using an unsecured line? You know which line to contact me. Use it."
"Solid Copy..."
Siris leaned from the store again, this time to gain a vantage point. He flicked his mask down and waited for the unmistakable beep of the RFI to indicate the frequency was found and intercepted. He chuckled as he heard the familiar: "Warning: Military Secured channel." The men were using a secured channel, but NATO armed Siris well. He heard them mention him, and what one of them suggested. He shook his head as he emerged from the store and headed toward the very well armed men. He was going to play it dumb, they didn't know him and as far as they knew; he didn't know them. He cleared his throat and played the conversation in his head.

"Chief Petty officer Marakrov, NATO SPECDEF*. You guys with local law enforcement? Military Police? Either way two factions are battling it out and there's a Tyrant in the parking lot. I can give you recommendations, but I'm not going to tell you how to run your squad."


He kept his face concealed by the ballistics mask and kept his voice cool and collective; for all he knew, these men would gun him down at the first sight of hostilities, he needed to play it cool. To see if the men could either aid or attack him.

*("SPECDEF" or "Special Defense" is a NATO funded project that combines training of SEALs, SAS, Rangers, IDF, USMC Scout Sniper (if trainee was a sniper) and countless CIA sponsored SpecOps/Black Ops. Siris also started with Spetsnaz as a sniper before SPECDEF. See Viktor's bio for more info.)

[Le Dark Wolf]

A soft wind blew into the desolate structure. An eerie silence descended, if only but for a brief second. The corporate commandos kept their aim. They wielded export versions of the QBZ series of rifles. As such, they were using 5.56 NATO rounds. Proper, considering that they would be encountering mainly ‘Western’ equipment, making the scavenging of ammunition an easy and simple task. The Umbrella soldiers maintained watch on their quarry. For shame he had a Kalashnikov, his ammunition would be incompatible.

“Stay where you are, Petty Officer.” The man whom had accidentally stumbled upon them was approaching from a store directly across from where they were currently hunkered down. Ares had no interest in giving the initiative to a possible hostile.

The commandos made quick whispers and comments. Most of which could not be heard. The only thing that was vaguely understandable was the apparent glee coming from the more slender soldier with what seemed to be a flamethrower of sorts.

“Blue Queen detects someone tracking us, must be something major as we’re patched through a U.S. Army satellite.” Miss Bailey whispers through her comm.-set. Since they were on a secured frequency which jumped every second or so, it was impossible for the approaching man to ‘overhear’ their conversation.

Xavier studied the approaching man. He was armed with Russian equipment. The assault rifle had one too many gadgets. Not a simple target. It was odd that the man approaching him was from NATO, as his Russian equipment implied other things.

“We’re with the cleanup operation.” It was not a bold faced lie at all. “NATO, GIGN, Task Force Six Eight Seven.” Also, once more, not exactly a lie; the European branch of Umbrella did indeed at a point work hand in hand with the French government. “Captain Jean Xavier.” The Dark Wolf said with a wry smile on his hidden face.

His Western European accent implied half-truths and shadows.

[Sinn]

Siris couldn't see their faces, and their voices where calm and collective, as their postures. Siris watched their formation, the individual soldiers, more importantly...He examined their weapons...To his surprise one carried a flamethrower. Only thing he would kill is himself, he would create burning, walking corpses. Siris' radio clicked as his contact hailed him once again; "Siris...We have an issue. Scans are picking up a large horde in that mall to you and...your friends six O'clock. If you don't want to be overwhelmed I recommended immediate EXFIL and head Oscar-Mike north-north-west to vector Six-two-three-Niner Echo-Foxtrot, how copy, over?"

Siris replied in his Russian accent, "Solid Copy, Move North-North-West to vector Six-Two-Three-Niner Echo Foxtrot, what would be the LM, over?"

"The food court. Good vantage points, and there should be nonperishable foods left over."

Siris flicked his radio off and looked uneasily under his mask, but kept his stance and voice calm; "Undead...Oscar-Mike toward or current location. Iron-Eagle, my contact, is informing me of a large group of Zacks headed in out current position." Siris didn't know these men, he didn't TRUST them, but at this point, they were like him; Commandos on a mission and that mission was likely the same. The only difference is Siris had a personal twist in his, but with that, he couldn't risk his life. He made sure he had his Kukri knife, his spare magazines, and his P99 sidearm. He looked to the man with the flamethrower and spoke quietly, "I would suggest changing weapon systems; The only corpse it's going to make is yours...Just my advice. Rather you follow it or not...It's your choice...Comrade."

[Big Boss, Lord of Light]

OOC: Sorry for the lateness, been busy

The Colonel's breathing was shallow after all of his screaming. He looked at MacGyvers and Will through the blood pouring from his face and head. He began to catch his breath as he lowered his eyes.

"Kill me...it doesn't matter anymore..." The Colonel said morosely. "We are broken, we are without hope, land. We are beyond all measure of human justice...."

"You and your men were the last?" MacGyvers asked, noting the signs of defeatism in the man's speech.

"Yes...." The Colonel fell back on the ground, his face looking upward. "No more Union....no more Patriots....no more soldiers...all that remains is the Doctor."

"Doctor?" MacGyvers asked, remembering the German who had spoken with them earlier.
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Seamus chocked down a wad of spit as the creature raised him into the air by the foot.

What will you do in the face of death, Seamus?

"Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Sailor! My bullet punishes all!" Seamus croaked, as he again, defiant to the end, pulled the trigger of his revolver. The bullet fired out of the chamber.

"Die!" he screamed, pulling the trigger, again and again. "Die and go to Hell!" he cried, as he pulled the trigger a final time, this time on a dry chamber.
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"Yes...Doctor Ander was supposed to be our support once the General was taken out of commission....however it seems he has betrayed us for some unknown reason..." The Colonel continued, now getting somewhat giddy. "We all died believing in something that was false....did we not!" he laughed hysterically.

"Where is Ander?" MacGyvers demanded.

"Where.....oh......where...." the Colonel said hoarsely, his head tilting back and forth.

[Le Dark Wolf]

They were all amused by the newcomer, though none of them showed it of course. A slender hand softly knocked upon the armoured chemical tank beneath the Type-74 flamer. With so many enemies, the corporate soldiers preferred to be, at the very least, a dozen steps ahead of everybody else. It seemed like the largest man of the group with the under-barrel grenade launcher had wanted to comment, but the man whom seemed like to be the leader of the group interrupted him.

“But of course, comrade.” Dark Wolf had an accent too, but hardly what one would point as being ‘thick’. The eloquent southern French tone, of his speech gave him a distinct voice.

Amber Wolf whispered through the communication set however. “We don’t have time to deal with this, boss. We’re on a tight schedule.” Bailey hated playing secretary, but to the Dark Wolf, she played a dozen roles: some pleasurable, others not so much.

“Be advised Captain, Blue Queen confirms the presence of converging foot mobile infected on move to our location.” Dodson had been discharged from the Marine Corps nearly a decade ago. But once a Marine, always a Marine. “Recommend that we wrap this up, Super Zero Three is ready for a pickup.”

The silent conversation went unheard. Xavier had nod, the sly wolf of conflict plays along with the newcomer. Together, they advanced towards the recommended vantage point by the food court. But as they did so, the corporate soldiers began to deviate from their intended course, taking an odd detour towards the lower levels. All the meanwhile, the unmanned ground vehicle maintaining overwatch on their positions. Eventually, the gasmasked soldiers happened about the shattered remains of a long past battle. There was the rusted hull of a VBCI armoured personnel carrier. Only one line of text identified it: UWD-687. How it got there, and why, a dark mystery.

“Secure it.”

Ares and Amber Wolf took their positions around the vehicle. The diseased moans of the approaching infected were either not heard, or down right ignored. Dark Wolf himself began to dig around. Clumps of debris became overturned, sheets of melted metal tossed. A pile of rubble was under them, yet he was relentless. He dug quickly, for time was running out. By mere chance, or perhaps fate, he finds a hand, then a shoulder, then half a body of a long dead man. In life, he must have been a warrior. For this deceased soldier wore the same uniform as they did. He must have been… a comrade. His face was a mess, but even in death his features were striking, feminine and masculine at the same time. The flock of raven coloured hair, majestic. Yet, as bring of a candle this one might have been in life, he was now dead. The only thing which identified him was upon his shoulders: Francis X. Abney, White Umbrella.

“No soldier of the division will be left behind. Ever.” The Dark Wolf proclaimed.

Dark Wolf slung the body over his frame. He carried it like some long lost treasure. There was a helicopter approaching. Thundering rotors proclaimed its impending arrival. It was at this time the corporate soldiers began to take their exit. One by one, they unhooked and deployed a modified Fulton Extraction System. Four rocket propelled balloons were fired into the air. And soon, the spirits began to disappear.

Xavier was the last to leave. “NATO had just decided to fire me. Somebody in the private sector requires my attention. We’ll catch up another time.” He says to the NATO soldier. Before disappearing into the air, he presents the Russian one crisp salute. “Till we meet again.”

[Dark Wolf & Umbrella Soldiers Exit]

OOC: Sorry dude, my characters are needed elsewhere.

[Sinn]

Siris returned the salute as the men calmly piled in the helicopter; Even if they offered, Siris wouldn't have followed; he was there to find and secure a High Value Target. Siris sighed as he watched the Helicopter lift off and carry the soldiers to safety...Siris picked up one of the Union Soldier's Saiga, he pulled the magazine from the receiver and slapped the base to ensure it wasn't a "dead mag". Siris pulled as many magazines as the dead soldier had on his body, checking every single one in case it was empty or broken. Lucky for him; each magazine was full and unbroken. Poor bastard, he must've not shot a single round. Siris' face twisted in a storm of a grimace as he turned the dead soldier over to see a young, youthful face. Siris closed his eyes and prayed over the dead kid's body.

"Siris to Iron-Eagle..."

"Go for Iron-Eagle."

"ETA on Horde's arrival, how copy over?"

"ETA: Twelve minutes. Are you in position, over?"

"Solid Copy, I am in the food court with my AK and I recovered a Saiga. I'll radio you when I finish off the last of the Zacks or if I evacuate the building. The soldiers where needed elsewhere. I am alone." Siris clicked his radio off and set up barricades along the narrow corridor. He reached behind several counters of many small Fast-Food stores set up around the food court, unhooking propane and cooking tanks as he scattered them along the court in the lobby. His watch beeped and spoke with an electronic voice that said; "Five Minutes until zero time."

Siris aimed the Saiga at the wall and held the trigger down and to his surprise: It was fully automatic. It was obvious the Union solider had modified his weapon to be a full-auto, 12-gauge spitting beast. Siris took a deep sigh as he slung the Saiga and brought his AK-47 level. He spoke to himself as he checked his AK-47's several magazine and "doped the scope" of the ACOG. The horde was no doubt in the complex; hopefully they could overrun the Tyrant and save Siris the trouble of having to deal with it himself.

[Mr.Revenge]

"Where.....oh......where...." the Colonel said hoarsely, his head tilting back and forth.

The Union soldier was in his last few minutes of life. Whatever information he had on the whereabouts of this 'Anders' character would die with him if they didn't change there tactics. Beating him senseless, however so tempting, would be the wrong approach. This man knew he was going to die. Will removed the knife from the man's knee and slid it back into it's sheath. He was going to try something he had never quite dabbled in before. Diplomacy.

"Look, this Anders has left you here to die. If anything he could be the cause of the Union's collapse. Your going to die, we both know it, but go out with some dignity. Tell us where he is."

[Big Boss, Lord of Light]

The Colonel chuckled, as he lay on the floor, dying.

"Ander....has control of an airship....a flying fortress...." the Colonel gasped, as blood spluttered from his lips. "I cannot say were he is exactly....it would be impossible....and thanks to a lot of the onboard gear....your tracking him will be difficult...

"It was not he that killed the Union..." the Colonel gasped once again, looking now at MacGyvers. The Colonel stared right into MacGyvers' eyes, not blinking. "It was the man who killed the General that killed the Union....his death....marked ours....his death....is ours..."

MacGyvers looked down coldly on the dying man, his fists clenched hard into his hands. A trickle of blood dropped onto the floor from the pressure he placed upon his palms.

"An airship...you mean that he is in a bloody blimp?" MacGyvers asked.

"I prefer....airship...."

As the man spoke, a voice began to sing mockingly from his radio.

"Don't tread on me, puritans. What are you fighting for? It is just an old war, not even a cold war. Don't say it in Russian, don't say it in German, just say it in-"

The Colonel's eyes went wide, as he burst to his feet, pushing MacGyvers and Will away from him.

"Broken english!" the song finished, at which time, the Colonel exploded into a bloody mess.

MacGyvers laid on floor, panting, looking at the splatter that had been the Colonel. He twisted his head over to Will, his face struck in horror and sort of awe.

"What the hell?!" he screamed, wiping gore off of his vest.

[darkrising025]

The bullets sunk into the Tyrant's flesh. The rounds barely made NHMAT flinch. As the gun clicked empty the Tyrant chuckled. He picked up the frial human and grabbed his right arm, and left leg. NHMAT began to move his arms in opposite directions. He was pulling the Human apart. Screams peirced the air as the man's arm and leg were pulled out of thier sockets. His stomach began to stretch, in the matter of seconds the man's entrails touched the ground. Blood spattered on the Tyrant's face as the body became two peices. The Tyrant dropped the dead man and walked away from the parking lot.

[NHMAT is now gone]

Occ:I hope that was bloody enough for you Boss. I tried my hardest ^^

[Mr.Revenge]

"What the hell?!" MacGyvers screamed as the man blew apart, sending blood and bone fragments in a million different directions. Will hit the ground and used both hands to cover his head as warm blood sprayed across his back and neck. The mercenary rolled back over and stood up, looking around at the carnage that had just occured. The Colonel, or what was left of him, was spread around about a twenty foot radius. This Anders, had obviously rigged some explosive to the man without his knowledge.

"Sick bastard," he said shaking his head as he walked over to help MacGyvers to his feet. "Looks like we have a new player in the game."

[Big Boss, Lord of Light]

"New player?" MacGyvers remarked, shaking his head. "Looks like an entirely new game."

As he looked at the bloody mess, a fan fare played over the intercoms of the mall.

"What the-" MacGyvers asked, as he looked up at the speakers.

"Communist fanaticism is dead....it has been a long time coming." the voice of Ander chuckled over the intercom. "See here, the birth of a new stage in military power....see here the death of man's involvement in war and the beginning of my war."

MacGyers kept his rifle up, scanning around the room, looking for threats. As he did so, the shuffling noise and moan of the infected filled his ears.

"Humanity's end...." Anders went on. "Isn't it beautiful? Some might call it tragic, but there is true beauty in being overtaken by a superior being."

"Zombies, Will!" MacGyvers called over to Will, as he propped his rifle to his shoulder. "Any plans?"

[darkrising025]

Luiz vaulted over a car, and kicked a door in. He was patroling Raccoon City for survivors, when he heard gunshots orgininating from the Mall. As he was moving into the area, he saw a Tyrant brutally kill a human. El Toro thought about engaging the Tyrant but with his weapons it wouldn't be much of a fight. There was still gunshots in the Mall, so he came to the conclusion that there was still survivors. Luiz peered around the first corner checking for infected. It was clear, being in close quarters like this Luiz switched to his MP5k. Luckially for him this building was clear of infected. El Toro reached the roof and set up his Remington R700. He had a clear line of view, he saw a bloody battleground. Luiz also saw two men and a horde of zombies moving toward them.

Luiz went proned and shouldered his rifle. He looked into the scope and took a deep breath, he moved his finger to the trigger. Luiz pulled the trigger and dropped on zombie with a round to the chest. He didn't kill the zombie, he was just alerting the men in the buliding to his presence. " This is Luiz El Toro. I am here to assist you guys on your escape!" Luiz broadcasted over a open channel. Hoping some one would see here him.

[Mr.Revenge]

Will shouldered his XM8 rifle and aimed it in the general direction of the incoming horde. The infected group stumbled it's way from the direction that the group had originally entered, and due to the size of the horde, there would be no way for the men to get back to their vehicles without being within arms reach of one of the shambling corpses. The horde seemed to grow in size as more infected arrived from the level above them, pouring down the escalators and stairs, filling every crevice of available space with their rotting flesh.

"Zombies, Will!" MacGyvers called over to Will, as he propped his rifle to his shoulder. "Any plans?"

"Conserve your ammo, we can't take them all out-" Wills sentence was cut short from the loud crack of a rifle. A milli-second after hearing the sound one of the corpses leading the horde hit the ground without his head.

" This is Luiz El Toro. I am here to assist you guys on your escape!" a voice said through Will's earpiece.

"We'll head towards that entranceway, the sniper should be able to tell us of any threats on our way out," Will said to MacGyvers and began jogging towards the shattered glass doors down the hallway. "Just focus on immediate threats gentlemen!" Will called back to the others over the gunfire.

"Roger that," he said into his mic piece as he ran. "Just focus on targets within attack range from us, Luiz. And inform us of any tyrants in the area. Keep a look out. Over"

[Big Boss, Lord of Light]

"Entrance...got it." MacGyvers replied, as he turned and opened fire on the nearest of the undead. He led the way down the Mall to the entrance, taking pot shots at zombies that he felt were too close for comfort.

"Bloody infected..." MacGyvers lamented, as he loaded a fresh magazine into his rifle. "No matter how hard we try, how many we kill, or how great is our resolve, they continue to come....they march out...wave after wave." MacGyvers shuddered inside at this, hating himself for bringing it up.

War is your curse. War is all that you will ever be useful for, MacGyvers. You think that even if you manage to rid the world of the blight of the infected and terrorists that you will be able to live what is called a normal life? No...you have hunted monsters for far too long. Look what you did to that Colonel...

You have become that which you fight. You have become that which you hunt. Do you really honestly care about the people you so called fight for? Are you not just doing this out of love of combat? Why do you lie to yourself?

"As long as there are monsters....as long as there is a need, we have to fight..." MacGyvers said softly, as he fired another round into a zombie.

[darkrising025]

Luiz listened to the orders from the man inside the Mall. He moved his rifle and fired another shot. the round smashed one of the zombies in the thigh, it collapsed to the ground and began to crawl. El Toro moved to another target, this time the round hit it in the head. The zombie dropped in a bloody heap. Luiz saw a Licker emerge from a sporting goods store. "You got a Licker coming from the sporting goods store to your left" Luiz said into his mic. He heard moaning that was closer than the previous ones. He knew that it was a matter of time before the zombies caught on to his location. Luiz quickly jumped up and shouldered his MP5k and opened fire.

Three roounds impacted the closest zombie. All three smashed into it's stomach. It didn't collapse, Luiz ran forward and jammed his shoulder into the zombie. It stumbled back into the group of infected and knocked two others over. Luiz tossed his MP5k aside and unsheathed his Machete. He sliced the only standing zombie across the chest, then kicked it down the stairs. The other three were begining to stand up. Luiz placed his boot on one of them to hold it down, he then cut of the second one's head. El Toro applied weight to the Zombie that he pinned with his boot. There was a crushing sound, he managed to crush it's lyranx. He jammed the Machete right in between it's eyes. The Mercernary heard moaning coming from the stair well. He grabbed his machete and slammed the door, then he wedged his machete to where it would hold the infected off for about 10 minutes. That would give him enough time to cover the others escape.

"Sorry about the intrusion, I had a couple of zombies to dispatch myself. I'm good now." Luiz said as he pulled the bolt on his R700 back. The spent round fell to the rooftop and he gazed back into his scope.