[Notes:

I had posted this part of the story up previously before becoming side tracked with other projects. Though reading through the previous version there were more than a few errors and a repeated paragraph so I had to fix it before I could continue finishing the story. It's rated teen and upwards at the moment though that is planned to move to Explicit in following chapters.] -

Location - Republic of Edonia, Eastern Europe

Date - December 2012

Mission objective - BSAA SOU to assist; taking down the Liberation Army and irradiating all traces and victims to the freshly exposed C-Virus. Alpha Team Leader, Captain Chris Redfield to lead, his men, in from the south facing wall. Meeting arranged with Delta at the following co-ordinates by 20.00 hrs.

[36.0450673 - 83.9364389]

NB/ HQ have given the orders for all heavy infantry to push forward eliminating the threat. City Hall is to be evacuated and a clear sweep of the area.

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"HQ to alpha team, reinforcements are unable to land due to anti-aircraft artillery - Take em out"

The sudden and clear hint of urgency rang through each enlisted mans ears. Knuckles turner a pale shade of white as fingers tightened to the abounding artillery.

"Alpha team copy"

Waving two fingers, Captain Chris Redfield rallied his team closer. They knew the drill, the running motto within the team, 'No one gets left behind'.

"What the - !?" Static shot through their ear pieces creating some unease as HQ passed on a second consecutive update. "Were picking up a large bogey on radar it's heading right for you"

The team stood together within the form of a half moon, guns locked and loaded. Hesitant glances shifted between troops before fixing upon a creature of disproportionate size and mass. The atmosphere filled with an abundance of intimidation. All eyes watched as, thick, discoloured, globs of mucus dripped from an asymmetric mandible. The youngest forced to look away, battling with the contents of his stomach as the over whelming stench, shadowed and filled his nostrils.

Originally the assignment had been reviewed as 'straight forward'. A full sweep of the area to allow Delta squad to move in and secure designated boundaries.

Chris knew just as well as the servicemen surrounding him, the type of threat they were facing. They had already lost one man, testing the waters on an impromptu /solo/ recon search. A painful look of the realisation they were up against while the notion of 'No ones expendable' briefly circled his thoughts. It wasn't their imagination, the BOWs /were/ becoming larger with each new spawn and with each, a newly developed tolerance, counteracting anything and everything the BSAA could throw at them.

Chris took a slight step back, tightly pursing his thin, chapped lips together as he further assessed both the situation and surroundings. The silhouetted outline of his ATL slid perfectly into frame within his peripheral vision. 'Piers Nivans' initially a rookie back with the special forces back in 2010. His extreme sharpness and concentration, had him referred to as "the man who never misses a target" In speculation, it came as no surprise to how swiftly he had made it through the stages of preferment and into the 'captivated' Alpha leaders division. The young ace was a naturally gifted marksman, much like Chris himself. It was perhaps this professionalism and strict routine that brought the pair together, forming a well disciplined squadron.

The ground quivered as the Ogroman collapsed, hastily regaining its composure, producing a crippling hunched posture. Its jaw dropping lower, giving the impression of a plausible dislocation, as it let out a tumultuous bellow, spewing out more of the nauseating thick solution. Thickset appendages waved blindly, shattering, once proud, standing, buildings into mere shadows of their former glory.

"Alright you know the drill, we split up into three teams and take out those guns, - We'll have to worry about that 'thing' when back up arrives... Piers, Finn you're with me, the rest of you - move out."

While attempting to keep close to his captain, an intense mixture of nerves and adrenaline coursed through the 'newest' rookie's lean physique. Staring up at the drooling abomination, voices surrounding him sounded indistinct, distant. This wasn't what the 22 year old had signed up for. He was new and inexperienced, brought along mostly for his pyrotechnics experience, he was far from accustomed to weaponry as the others serving alongside him. Paralysed with fear, the faith and reassurance he'd clung onto from his captain was faltering. The others had instantly dispersed into their assigned teams, running and diving out of harms reach and into cover, as the behemoth sized Ogroman edged closer, shattering the rubble sated ground beneath.

Tightly closing his eyes, Finn inhaled deeply, witnessing the malformed palm of the mis-creation advancing in his direction.

"MOVE!"