Author's note: I am aware that HUNK is in capital letters, but for the story, I will write lower case.

A metallic hallway reeked of iron and sterilized equipment. The bright red lights reflected off the walls to give an ominous red glow to everything. Heavy combat boots collided against the grated metal floors. Two shadow figures jogged past a single red and white badge.

The Umbrella Corporation Emblem.

The two men made it in front of a sliding metal door. They turned around to wait for the rest of the operatives in this doom facility. The schematics revealed that in every strut of the underground lab had layers of containment plans in case of a catastrophic event. The best-laid plans and all that jazz.

"Oh my precious G Virus, I won't let anyone take you away from me." William Birkin was mesmerized by his creation.

Outside the lab, Birkin was two Umbrella Security Service squads, Alpha team, and the Wolfpack here under orders to collect the G-Virus. Of the Alpha team, Agent codenamed Hunk is the current commanding officer over this operation. According to Umbrella Operational Command, it is suspected to believe that Dr. William Birkin will steal the samples that are considered Umbrella property and then attempt to sell the weapon on the black market or corporate competitors. This virus sample would not only expose Umbrella research and competing for biological weapon manufacturers to counter-engineer better versions of the virus strain.

Hunk was dressed a charcoal grey outfit in a gas mask and balaclava that encased his head. The uniform was a long sleeved shirt with black combat boots. At his elbows and kneecaps, there were dark grey kneecap and elbow guards. His torso strapped in body armor with ammunition pouches wrapped around his abdomen. His hands were in black combat gloves with a small radio his upper left shoulder. His gas mask had red lenses that could pierce one's soul.

Annoyed, Hunk bolted a bullet out of his MP7 sub-machine gun. The brass tinged against the hard floor.

The Strike Team known as the Wolf Pack was sent in to assist Alpha Team as fire support by Umbrella Command. Granted the location was only known to Umbrella key staff. William Birkin made a deal to the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasure Service mercenaries to work for him to get a cut on the potential profits. Tempted by the payday, massive gunfights ensued in the halls. The Umbrella Security Service or USS emerged victorious as the men in the green uniforms had their blood decorate the halls.

In one of the laboratories, Hunk and his team opened a door. From the hall was glass as the five USS members of Alpha made their approach to Birkin's suspected hiding place. When one of the USS soldiers walked in front of the window glass, a shotgun blast shattered the window as the USS merc toppled over. His eyes widened while his jaw flew to the ground.

Hunk and the remaining three took cover. A member looked at their leader and tugged off a blue flashbang grenade from his belt.

On the other side, seven UBCS mercenaries arranged themselves all over the lab and used metal tables for makeshift cover. With the protocol of UBCS posted here, equipped with M4A1 Assault Rifles with M92F handguns.

One UBCS shouted at the others. "Aim for their leader!"

The grenade tossed through the broken window. Of which three UBCS mercs were in the direct line of sight. "Son of a bitch man!"

A USS member with a black camo M4A1 peeked from cover. Hunk with a USS member kept their heads down while they moved toward the central doorway. The two took cover on both sides of the door as the other two USS members exposed themselves form cover to suppress on the UBCS with gunfire. Hunk nodded as the door opened and the member with Hunk tossed a fragmentation grenade.

"FUCK!" A UBCS member jumped from the side to get to new cover. While he did that, Hunk and the member put some bullets in his hip and when he landed. He was dead on impact. The frag went off in the back and launched a UBCS merc into a wall.

Hunk grunted into the comms. "Hit them again."

The USS member from earlier yanked another flashbang grenade off his vest. He tossed it over again and when the blinding white light was gone. The member and Hunk broke from the doorway and fired controlled shots at the traitors. One flung his head back then crashed into a table spilling all its contents to the floor. Another had a computer over his head that sparked out from the gunfire then leaned out. When he did that, a black boot went directly into his nose. Before he could look at his attacker, bits of bone and brain matter from his forehead spewed out.

Hunk and the other member got to cover in time when the UBCS decided to make their counterattack.

"Again!" Hunk barked.

"Yes, sir!" The USS soldier this time stood up so he could throw in the back of the lab. He made the through but not before some buckshot shattered his goggles. The grenadier USS dropped dead.

There were three USS against three UBCS. The third grenade went off as the one UBCS fired sporadically. Hunk leaned up and shot back. The orange flashes of light in the lab were so rapid, and Hunk could see clearly where the remaining UBCS members located. He set his SMG to single fire and popped two UBCS in the bridge of their noses.

The USS soldier with Hunk had his luck run out as a stray bullet entered the back of his head.

The second to last UBCS member pumped out a shell from his shotgun. While he got up, Hunk sprinted forward then flicked his wrist to reveal a bayonet. Hunk brought the knife to the throat of the UBCS and slit it open. Blood oozed out as Hunk then reached for his right thigh to pull out his sidearm. Some drops of blood soaked the fingertips of his Hunk's combat gloves.

The final UBCS member stood up with his hands raised.

"I give-" Hunk put two bullets in his head. The USS member at the window rallied to Hunk in the lab. Derek entered a security override to open the lab.

The other member kicked a body of a UBCS member. "Fucking punks."

Hunk looked ahead and spotted an elevator he needed to take to regroup with a different USS unit. Derek turned away from the elevator as Hunk pressed the button to go up several stories.

"Stay here and wait. We have a backup squad here to assist." Hunk stated as the elevator doors closed. Derek turned back at Hunk and nodded in understanding.

A deep and raspy feminine voice echoed into their comms. "Alpha leader, we're in position."

"Copy, standby." Hunk replied as he lowered his SMG to hang by the strap at his hip. Without moving his head, his gas mask reflected the lights as the digital floor counter changed to the number he wanted.

The elevator split apart from the middle as two UBCS guards had their backs to the doors. Hunk unsheathed a combat knife from his vest and held it upside down. He clenched his fist then brought the bottom part of his forearm to break the nose of a UBCS mercenary. He leaned back in the pain while Hunk focused on the other guard.

The knife plunged through his sternum and slit his throat. The other guard reeled back and attempted to lift his SMG at Hunk, but he used his right elbow to knock the weapon off center. Hunk used this opportunity to put both his hands on the UBCS mercenary's head then twisted it until it cracked utterly.

"So, you've finally come," Birkin said as he turned to face the USS operatives.

With those two despatched, Hunk walked to a small keypad and entered the code to have a set of blast doors to open. On the other side, was a USS squad codenamed the Wolfpack. Four of the six members were here to conduct a field operation while the other two were on standby.

"You guys must be the new Delta team." Hunk leaned his head back. "Report."

"You're in command, sir." The squad leader stepped forward.

Hunk tapped the on a button to his radio device. "Command, I've rendezvoused with Delta team."

"Understood, now find Birkin and secure those samples." An Umbrella Coordination Officer reaffirmed their current objective. "Failure is NOT an option."

"You heard him, let's move." Hunk tilted his head to gesture the squad to follow him into the elevator. Once inside, one of the Wolfpack pressed the button to go down.

After a minute in the elevator, the doors opened again to reveal the Derek in cover. Despite wearing facial gear, it a relief for him to see more USS.

From there, the two members of Alpha team, and the rest of Delta team experienced several shootouts against the UBCS. Despite being outnumbered, the tactics of the group had no, and seven minutes later, the two groups arrived outside the central lab. The Wolfpack stayed behind to secure an escape route.

Hunk entered the emergency passcode as the doorway slid open. In the room, was a deranged man in a white lab coat with bloodshot eyes and he stared at the operatives.

Hunk stepped forth and lowered his weapon. "Doctor Birkin, we are here to retrieve the virus."

"No, you won't. I'm not just going to hand you my greatest creation."

Well, this says a lot about of what he thinks of his daughter, Hunk thought. From the door, he took a step closer. Doctor William Birkin became agitated. "Doctor, we just want the samples."

Birkin did not waver at all. After a second of stillness, bullets rang in the room. The MP5 in Derek's hands sprayed bullets into Birkin's chest. The doctor grunted and fell alongside a metal table. Several glass beakers shattered with the chemicals inside. Birkin's lab coat changed to crimson red.

"What are you doing!?" Hunk snapped. "You could hit the samples!"

"Saving time, the asshole was stalling." Derek sneered in as he ejected his magazine. From the number of bullets and blood, Birkin was a lost cause. Hunk walked across the room and unlatched several steel bars that contained several vials of the G-Virus samples.

Beside the containment unit was a silver briefcase. Hunk took out a briefcase then secured eight G-Virus samples. The silver case clicked shut, and Hunk nearly walked out of the lab. Not before his subordinate spotted something strange.

"Hey wait." Derek signaled.

Hunk turned around to see Birkin inject himself with a syringe. Suddenly his body had the muscle spasm out. From there, he grew in size and rolled to his chest. William Birkin screamed in agony then vomited blood. His right shoulder was sprouting something that ripped the lab coat. Puss seeped from his skin.

Hunk remembered all the reports, they have to leave, NOW.

Hunk jogged past Derek. He stood there in the sense of awe from witnessing the might of the G-virus mutate Birkin.

"Get a move on!" Hunk ordered. However, Derek stood at the sight of the creature that manifested before them. It was Derek's turn to act. Hunk sprinted through the metal halls. The doors set on lockdown after ten seconds. The steel doors closed with several bangs against the metal.

Derek screamed for someone to reopen the door.

There was gunfire, but Hunk could not care less. The commanding officer of the Wolf Pack codenamed Lupo stood there with her team of Spectre, Beltway, and Bertha. Each of them eagerly awaited their orders. Then noticed the lack of teammates with Hunk. None of them dared to comment about it.

"We need to move, and you clear the way. I will bring up the rear flank." Hunk clicked a side compartment and removed the sling to his SMG. The briefcase rested at Hunk's hip.

"Understood." Lupo focused her vision through her gas mask, and the visor lit up in a dark blue hue. "Wolf Pack, move out." The four traveled down the hallway, and gunfire lit the dark corridors. Hunk turned around to see the remnants of Alpha team regroup.

A USS member by the name of Miguel jogged with two other remaining members of Alpha team. "Sir where is everyone else?"

"Doesn't matter, they failed to regroup. We're leaving." Hunk stated.

"But sir!" Miguel's forehead greeted with the cold steel of Hunk's sidearm. Miguel stared into the black abyss of the barrel.

"Move it or die!"

"Yes, sir." Miguel fixed the sling of his rifle.

The group began to run as the sirens blared. There was a loud roar behind Alpha team. While sprinting one member was impaled with some claw. Hunk could tell from the sound of pierced flesh from the edge of his vision.

"Please, KILL ME!" The soldiers squealed.

You're not worth the bullet. While Hunk concluded that thought, ahead Miguel knocked aside and slammed into a pipe while grey steam spewed out behind him. The other USS mercenary stopped to aid him but crushed by a steel beam. Hunk made a right turn at an intersection of the hall. He had a glimpse of his attacker; it was Birkin with bloodshot eyes. He raised his claw; Hunk's gas mask sealed the image of this moment.

"DIE!"

There was a splash of water on Hunk's face.

"Hey, time to wake up." A feminine voice ordered.

Hunk leaned forward then brushed his forehead from the water. "Those damn dreams again." It has been two days since he was forced to work with two women he despised. From there, he leaned up and prepared for the rest of his contract.

Three days earlier

"Hey asshole, you got a visitor." A guard said through the door to the concrete cell.

Hunk straightened himself out as he laid on his back on the uncomfortable cot. Captured by some group within the United States government that is for damn sure. Information is critical in the matter as Hunk rolled to his side to be in an upright position. The door opened and brought light into the cell.

It was a man Hunk knew of but not someone he knew personally.

"Well hello, Mr. Death. Ex-Vanguard of Umbrella. Or should I call you Keith?" The man spoke of Hunk's old title and current alias. Just the way the name rolled off the tongue just irked Hunk.

"Charmed, Deputy Director Simmons." Hunk stood up, and two black-suited bodyguards of Simmons each took a step forward. "What the hell do you want?" Hunk frowned.

Simmons brushed his guards aside. "I am in need of your skillset. What they are I can't say until you agree to the terms."

"Let me save you the trouble. No deal." Hunk rolled his eyes.

"Then I will hand you over to the government. Last time I checked, the world still hated Umbrella. With your history, Keith. I doubt there will be those that would let you walk away so easily. So let's cut the formalities and get right to the point."

Hunk, who went by the name of Keith, absorbed the situation. It took him less than three seconds. "What the hell does a figurehead want?"

"Do you remember Dr. Birkin?" Simmons asked knowing full well of Hunk's battle with that mutated abomination.

"What about him? You want me to hunt down his daughter?" Hunk could use her for ransom then get out of here.

"No, she is working for me now. I need you to-"

"I'm not working with that brat." Hunk cut Simmons off.

"I was getting to that. Sherry is assigned a mission to look for a person of interest. Your job is act as a muscle while she carries this mission out." Simmons paced back and forth all the while caressing a thumb ring.

Hunk stretched his back. This job sounds too simple.

"What's the catch?"

"Sharp as ever aren't you." Simmons laughed. "The catch is that you will have partners while you do your job. You're deadly and smart; I can't have you be on your own."

"These two being?" Hunk grunted.

"Ashley Graham and Jessica Sherawat." Simmons let the thought sink in.

"Wait really? I thought Ashley was a puppet of her father." Hunk clarified.

"No, after her encounter with Leon S. Kennedy, she decided to dive into dangerous field work in hopes of a brighter tomorrow. The gullible have their uses." Simmons cocked his head with a smile.

I am in no way going to enjoy this. There is a long list of enemies that want me dead and being in a cell is too damn tempting for them not to pass up. God damn Horzine would relish this.

Hunk thought to himself. "Ok, I can handle Ashley but not Jessica."

Simmons frowned. "Is that so? Well too bad, I'm holding all the cards."

"I don't like to work with backstabbers. By the way, you're a crappy dealer. When do I meet these two?" Hunk leaned against a wall on the cot. The guards glanced at each other as Hunk looked at the ceiling.

"Tomorrow, I hope you didn't get too attached to this cell. I will have a group of my men transport you to your new teammates." Simmons turned to the door, and it opened. "You're going to enjoy this. I can feel it." He walked out with the guards.

Hunk got down the floor and decided to work on some pushups to pass the time. It is difficult to admit on how sloppy by being captured two weeks ago. The black-clad mercenary looked down and did not let the mind dwell too much of what could have been.

Simmons and now some Person of Interest. This assignment could get interesting. It would be odd to meet a damsel and the traitor.