-1A woman's voice. "Here's what I know so far... Osmund Saddler's cult is known as the "Los Illuminados." They resurrected some sort of parasitic organism they call "Las Plagas". That's all my organization knows for sure. Though Saddler's cultic activities seem worthy of an investigation, the Salazar family, castellans for generations, possessed the ability to control Las Plagas. The organization's hypothesis is that a unique frequency of sonic waves, sensed only by the parasite, is used to control them. The same principal used in dog whistles... This was inferred through the analysis of a tissue sample we retrieved. The tissue contained an organ presumably used for sensing sound waves. I've seen cult members carrying ceremonial rods, and I wonder if they emit these sounds. Of course, this is purely theoretical. The organization needs samples of the parasite to confirm or disprove these theories. That is the main objective of my mission, and the only way to prove my loyalty to the organization. The opening moves in this chess game have been played. There's no turning back now…"

The intercepted signal cut out and the listener shut off the communication system. For a week, the listener had intercepted information and reports about this cult in Europe. Ever since the destruction of Raccoon city, the listener had devoted himself to finding out more about it. He figured he had finally found something worth investigating in person. He pushed himself up from the dark metal console and walked out a sliding door. The corridor was dark and the listener footsteps echoed through out it. Normally a crew of three or four would be aboard, but this wasn't a regular hunt. He passed a large wall with numerous skulls mounted on it. He paused long enough to glance at it. He had passed up several opportunities over the past six years to expand on his collection and gain more honor. Many of his own kind mocked him for the endeavor he had undertaken. Only the oldest of the elders had found his work worth pursuing. Soft Meat was worthy prey only in certain circumstances. Hard Meat was always worthy with their sharp claws and acidic blood. However they were proving a problem to use for simple hunts for novices as dangerous methods had to be taken to produce prey. This T-Virus he had heard about and the rumored mutations it caused would allow his race to make worthy pray without the problems of controlling Hard Meat. A simple vile could make more worthy prey than several canisters of the egg implanters. The listener walked over to a wall and pressed a hidden button on the black wall. It slid back and reveled a large rack of weapons. He put on black armor on his massive body. Slid several small disks into his bandoleer. A large back piece snapped into place on his back and he added a large metal rod to a holster in the back. Two wrist gauntlets all but completed his arsenal. The last item was a large helmet that he clamped over his face. He roared as he readied himself for the hunt he had missed. He felt a slight vibration as his ship landed. He headed to the door and vanished into a shimmer of light as it opened. In front of him was a large wooded area. The hunt had begun.

The weather was colder than the hunter would have preferred, but he needed to gather the information that was needed while the humans were distracted with one another. The hunter lifted up his right left wrist and lifted the armor cover of the computer panel. The heating elements in his armor were functioning normally. He could move about the cold without it, but he needed his focus completely on the hunt. And having his body slow because of the cold was not an option at the moment. He shut the cover and continued. He stopped when he heard the sound of a combustion engine. He swung around and looked through the trees. The cold temperatures aloud his thermal vision to make out the vehicle's heat signature clearly. He leapt up and landed on a sturdy tree. The vehicle stopped and a human male stepped out. He wondered over to a tree and began to urinate. The hunter clicked a small switch in his helmet and his verbal recorder activated. He focused it onto the human relieving himself.

"Ah, it's freezing. So cold all of a sudden." He looked around as he zipped his pants up. "Ah, must be my imagination." He walked back to the vehicle and got in. "Sorry it took so long." The vehicle continued its path.

The hunter contemplated this. These humans were an unknown equation in the hunt. He decided to follow them as the entered the territory of the cult. Maybe they would allow him to observe the mutation prosperities of these Las Plagas! Then he would search for a connection to the T-Virus. He followed. The vehicle rumbled across a bridge and stopped just after it crossed. The hunter charged across the bridge. Despite his weight and speed, the bridge barely moved because of his movements. He leapt into the surrounding trees and activated his recorder.

"Just up ahead is the village."

"I'll go and have a look around." A man in a leather jacket got out of the car.

The hunter changed his vision mode. He detected a small caliber handgun in a holster under the jacket. Plus one steel combat knife. Not an impressive arsenal by any standard. The human was in peek physical condition for his species. Decent prey if the hunter kept to bladed weapons.

"We'll stay and watch the car. Don't want to get any parking tickets." The two other men in the vehicle gave off tell tale signs of fear in the chemical responses.

"Right, parking tickets." The man with the jacket walked towards a house that was nearby.

"Good luck." The man in the car's voice was of a mocking tone.

The hunter judged the two humans in the vehicle not worth any effort and followed the man walking to the house. The human was cautious as he approached the old two story house. The hunter kept to the woods and followed quietly. The man stepped into the house. The hunter's scanners told him the wooden floor of the house would work against his attempts at stealth. He spotted a pair of windows on the side of the house. He crept up and looked through them. The human walked up to another one who was looking at a fire in the fireplace. The other human looked sickly. The hunter changed his visor to an x-ray mode. A scan of the human's chest cavity showed a small organism cradled in the ribcage next to the heart. The hunter had to force himself not to express any sound of joy. He had found what he was hunting. He just had to capture it. The human he had followed tried to speak to the other. The hunter waited to listen.

"Ah, excuse me. Sir?" The man in the jacket pulled out a photo of a girl. "I was wondering if you might recognize the girl in this photograph?" The infected man simply mumbled in another language. The man with the photo sighed and returned the photo to his jacket."Sorry to have bothered you." The man turned to leave. The infected one grabbed a large axe from the wall. The man in the jacket spun around and pulled his gun. "Freeze." The infected one didn't stop. "I said freeze!" The infected man started to swing. The handgun fired and the man with the axe dropped.

The hunter cursed himself and the man for the death of the specimen. He was about to attack the man with the gun, but a loud motor sound filled the area. A truck drove past the house and crashed into the car with the two other humans. Both fell over the edge of the cliff and into the river. Three men approached the house. The hunter quickly scanned them and found each one with an organism. The hunter's anger vanished as he soon realized there were plenty of specimens to gather. The man with the gun exited the house and opened fire on the three. The hunter didn't bother to watch as he smashed the window and climbed into the house. The man in the gun had killed the three infected and was running to the cliff. The hunter knelt down next to the dead human. The organism was still moving, but slowly. The hunter looked around and found a small jar full of pickles. He grabbed the jar and dumped out the unneeded pickles. His right gauntlet made a small sound and twin blades shot out of them. He was quick and precise as he carved opened the human's chest. He pulled out the organism and dropped it into the jar. He filled it with blood from the human and twisted the lid on. He jumped out of the house. A quick tap on his left gauntlet and his cloaked ship flew to him and landed in a small clearing next to the cliff. He entered his ship and walked to the small lab. He dumped the jar contains into a large dish. He activated the scanners while he plugged into the ships power supply. The small amount he had used from his suit was negligible to how long he could maintain his cloak. But only a fool wouldn't take advantage of a rest during the hunt. A few extra minutes could mean victory or death. The scanners showed their findings on a small screen. The creature was dead. The sunlight that had gotten through the jar had broken down the cells of the organism. These results just strengthened the hunter's need to bring in an alive infected human. Not a hard task, but he must do it without alerting the others. The hunter unplugged and went to his weapon racks. He pulled out his spike gun. He grabbed a few lethal spikes and several tranquilizer ones. The man with the handgun would hopefully provide the distraction the hunter needed to capture his prey. He cloaked and exited his ship. The hunt was back on.