Hello to all readers and writers around the world that utilizes this website to make/watch your favorite fan fiction unfold. This is something that I have worked on in Japanese on a different website (which is currently on a hiatus due to college stuff), a crossover fiction of Highschool of the Dead and Resident Evil, specifically Operation Raccoon City. The first few posts will be like an extended flashback before relocating to Tokonosu where chapter 2 of the outbreak begins.

This is my first time attempting this in English, so I do hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did translating it to the best of my abilities.

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1998 September XXth

The Umbrella Corporation is a titanic international conglomerate as a player in the market of not only pharmaceuticals and medication but the research and development of medical appliances, among other consumer products. It was named as such for the company's ultimate goal to be the shield of mankind.

But this is nothing but a mask, a public front. Under the front of humanitarian goals, they perform inhumane experiments and operations on human beings as well as research and develop bio organic weaponry. With the profits reaped from the public and the buyers of the weapons, Umbrella has extended its influence over the masses as well as the underworld.

However, no matter how successful, corporations are run by men and men are fallible. One day, a video clip containing the effects of a highly contagious pathogen known as the T-Virus was leaked from Raccoon City located in the Midwest of the United States. In order to control the situation, Umbrella committed their unit of paramilitary operatives known as the Umbrella Security Service to destroy the evidence and to eliminate any survivors.

What the USS were not informed of was that Umbrella was planning to deploy BOWs into the fray as well in order to procure live combat data.

The seven men and women clad in black tactical gear all armed to the teeth with M4A1s and Beretta M92FSs. On top of that, all of them had at least half of their faces covered with gas masks, making them look fittingly as the harbingers of death. This is the Delta team of the USS, also known as "The Wolfpack".

"This is command. Are you receiving me? A voice of a man sounded over their communicators.

A tall woman with a husky voice responded with an accented voice, "Command, this is Lupo. We are receiving you loud and clear."

"Good. Your mission is to provide support to Alpha team that has been dispatched before you. You will rendezvous with their squad leader Hunk and you are authorized to engage any and all threats."

"Copy that. Wolfpack, move out." With Lupo taking the lead, the Wolfpack entered a hidden passage beneath the factory belonging to Umbrella where a research facility was located. While they moved, none of them uttered a word, only double-checking the chamber of their weapons and doing simple stretches that can be done even while walking. As they advanced, they halted in front of a thick door reinforced with steel which had the logo of Umbrella in the center.

"Alpha leader, we're in position."

"Copy. Stand by." A deep, raspy voice replied.

The owner of the voice which was out of place belonged to a child, a boy at the end of the line who was two heads shorter than all the rest. The six men and women in front of him all turned their heads and looked at him, the reproach clear in their eyes. "What?" The boy met their gaze with a disapproving look, "We're all attached to the same unit. Who gives a damn about who gives the status report?"

One of the men, the largest of the group, who had a metal prosthetic limb gave the boy a nudge with his knuckles as he snorted "What makes you think that a unit with a niño pequeño like you would be taken seriously?"

"Says the human target who got his ass owned by that niño pequeño during a training session for urban guerrilla warfare."

Just as those words left the boy's mouth, the doors slid open and revealed a man clad in black tactical gear, a helmet and a gas mask, armed with a rifle. "You guys must be the new Delta team. Report." His deep, raspy voice emanated power, his presence strong and cold as ice, unyielding like folded steel. This was Hunk, whose name, face and background is shrouded in mystery.

"Call me Four Eyes. At your service." The Asian woman with black hair that just reaches her shoulders deadpanned. Following her, they all introduced themselves.

"My name is Bertha. Ready to play." The blond woman with her hair in a bun gave a nod. Besides her sidearm, she had several medical tools strapped to her thighs along with a machete.

"Vector here. Good to see you again, sir." The man wearing a full gas mask and a hooded coat gave deep bow as he greeted the Alpha team leader. Hunk responded with a simple nod.

"Spectre here…All set." The man who called himself Spectre spoke quietly with a tone sounding rather lethargic. His goggles which were fully customized himself zoomed in and out as it focused on Hunk's face.

"Name's Beltway. Nice to meet ya, 'Mr. Death'." The man who nudged the boy gave a small wave as he snickered slightly. As the only one looming over his team, he was carrying some extra equipment in his pack.

"Call me Lupo. Delta team squad leader." She held out a hand which Hunk took and shook it once, firmly.

"I heard a kids voice over my comms. Where's he?"

"Right here." The boy gave a forceful shove at Beltway's leg to get in front of him. "I'm Viper."

Hunk looked at Viper as if he were trying to valuate the boy's combat proficiency. "If he can fight, I don't give a damn about age. He falls behind, and he stay behind." He spat indifferently. "Command, I've rendezvoused with Delta team."

"Understood. Now find Birkin and secure those samples. Failure is not an option."

"You heard him, let's move." At Hunk's signal, the Wolfpack started towards the elevator and descended lower into the facility. "We're entering the lab of Dr. William Birkin —-an Umbrella scientist attempting to sell classified samples of a weaponized virus strain to the U.S. government."

"You mean Umbrella's T-Virus?" Lupo inquired.

"No. This is a new gene-altering compound Birkin's developed called the G-Virus. It's significantly more powerful and he's in possession of the only known samples. There's a detachment of Umbrella's Biohazard Countermeasure Service on site who will likely try to protect him. They are unaware of this operation and are considered expendable."

"Aren't we on the same team? Can't we just…you know, pick up the phone and call them to get the fuck outta our way?" Beltway asked jokingly.

Hunk responded without so much as a stifled chuckle. "The UBCS are just mercenaries; they can be bought. We can't assume their loyalty to the company."

"So just to clarify, our objective is to intercept Birkin and secure the samples, right?" Viper verified as he adjusted the flashlight and laser pointer on his Beretta.

"Yes."

The elevator ceased its descent and the doors silently slid open.

"Secure the route. Move." Hunk punched in a sequence of numbers on a keypad several feet away from the elevator opening the shutters. Lupo and Vector took the lead. As they descended several flights of stairs, they heard a chorus of machines humming. Most of them were connected to giant capsules housing grisly monsters doused in a culture solution.

"So these are the new batches of BOWs? Intriguing. I'd like samples." Four Eyes' fingers longingly stroked the capsules as she walked around them, observing every inch of the BOW from every possible angle.

"Get down!" Spectre yelled as he looked down on the screen mounted on his right arm. Moments later, the lights in the room they infiltrated snapped on. Gunfire and the sound of bullets ricocheting off everything flooded the room.

"UBCS! All units, weapons live! Spectre, give me a head count!" Lupo shouted over the cacophony of gunfire. She returned fire towards the locations she saw muzzle flashes.

"Done. We have twenty strong in the room. Tactical advantage is ours in terms of being on higher ground, but there are stairs which lead to our six. I need to find better vantage point. Viper, cover me."

"Aww, come on. I'd rather take them apart with blades." Viper whined, but he knew that this was not the time for discussion, and although reluctantly, he covered Spectre's blind spots as they moved through the gunfire.

The members of the UBCS are comprised of ex paramilitary personnel, war criminals who are borderline terrorists and the like due to the nature of their work. As individuals they may be relatively formidable, but they stood no chance against the single impenetrable unit consisting of highly trained soldiers specializing in different fields like the Wolfpack. They all fell, one by one.

"Okay, this is starting to get boring as shit. Time Crisis on hard mode's more challenging." Viper baited out a UBCS operative whilst protecting Specter who focused on placing well-aimed sniper fire where it was needed, effectively covering his comrades' blindspots.

"Do me a favor and shut up, I can't concentrate with you bitching like so." Despite his complaints, there was nothing wrong with Spectre's aim. He lined up the reticle smoothly and pulled the trigger rhythmically, taking one man down with one shot to the head.

Noticing the sniper, the remaining UBCS operatives laid down suppressive fire at the two as they dove behind cover. While they were pinned down, two operatives made their way up to them, cutting off their escape. "Beltway, if you would be so kind?"

"I gotcha covered right here, baby. Get ready for a big BANG!" Beltway guffawed at Spectre's request. After several seconds, there was a large pop like the cork shooting out of a large of champagne followed by an explosion. Beltway blew the smoke out from the barrel of the grenade launcher attached to his rifle the forty millimeter grenade round tore them to shreds along with their cover. On the off chance that they survived, they would be in no condition to fight. "Whoo! Whaddaya think of my custom made exploding incendiary grenade rounds, Spectre? Ain't they a beauty?"

Spectre couldn't help but smile under his gas mask. Both Beltway and he are birds of a feather, and are skilled in this line of work, which put them on good terms. "Superb destructive force, Beltway. Thank you. Viper, get the leftovers."

"Spasibo," Viper muttered his gratitude in Russian as he unslung his rifle and set it down next to Spectre. He tossed a stun grenade to the left side where two men were closing in. Before that wen off, he spun around drawing his side arm and dropping the man on the right. Five full metal jacket rounds pierced the bullet proof vest and his heart and the final round pierced the kevlar helmet and his brain.

Once the stun grenade detonated, Viper ran towards the discombobulated pair, keeping his head down to avoid stray bullets. As he smoothly drew a pair of knives from his vest and left hip, he tackled one man by tackling and head butting him in the groin. Slipping through his legs he severed the achilles tendon. The man screamed in pain as he fell to his knees which was cut short as a blade tore through the hollow of his nape, destroying the brainstem and cutting the scream short.

Using that body as a shield, Viper put a bullet in the UBCS operative's knee who was firing his weapon all over the place, blind and deaf. Once his weapon was empty, Viper flung one of the knives at him which pierced the soft flesh of the throat. "God, I love my job," Viper exhaled as he pulled the knife out and was showered in the dead man's blood. He then proceeded to twist his neck and snapped the spine for good measure before cleaning the blades off.

The gunfire had ceased by then, and Lupo was giving the all clear signal, motioning everyone to regroup. In front of Lupo was a soldier, bleeding from every kind of wound imaginable.

"Kid, where were you before USS?" Hunk asked, surprised to see the child of all people survive the skirmish.

"Some slum in South America as a child soldier. There was this drug kingpin who had an ex-special forces guy that trained me for urban and guerrilla warfare. They're dead now so here I am. Why?"

"Your movements seemed refined is all."

"How many men are posted here?" The man's throat had closed up in fear as he eyed Lupo's bloodstained tomahawk. They outnumbered these intruders roughly three to one, and yet in a short amount of time they were defeated. He knew that whether he talked was irrelevant; he will die soon.

Lupo, whose patience wore thin quickly, flicked her eyes at Viper, who nodded and crouched down matching the man's eye level. "We don't have time to screw around here, so I'll let you choose. Talk, and I'll give you a clean death. Refuse, and Bertha here will extract or excise….things." He glanced meaningfully down at the man's lower half of the body. "Without anesthesia, I might add."

"I-I don't know! That's the truth! Birkin just scrounged up as many as he could and paid us to protect him! C'mon kid, let me go! I can….I can help you! Let me help you, please!"

"Shut it." Viper's knife tore through the lower jaw and the palate, piercing the brain, instantly killing him.

"Doesn't matter how many there are. Let's move."

"Hunk, we've got a location on Dr. Birkin. HE's just entered his lab. Get in there and obtain those virus samples!" The USS Command's voice crackled over their earpieces.

"Roger, Command. Proceeding to Birkin's lab. Stay focused. He's already set up an exchange with the U.S. military. We will run into special operatives before this is over."

"Ooh, what kinda 'special' we talkin' here? Green berets? SOCOM? SEALS?"

Lupo delivered a swift and unceremonious kick to Beltway's shin for his unreserved question. "That is irrelevant, Beltway."

"We can kill them, right, Alpha Leader?" Viper looked expectantly at Hunk.

"If we make contact with them, then yes. Unless they are obstructing our route to success, save your ammunition. We are only here for Birkin and the virus, nothing more. You ought to have learned by now that killing everything in your wake is not the only way to do things. Still green around the gills I see, baby snake."

Viper scowled under the gas mask at Hunk's bluntness, but even he knew when to keep his mouth shut.

"He's been like that since I first started training under him, and he is not an easy man to impress." Neither Vector's words nor his light slap on the back gave Viper any comfort as he clicked his tongue in anger and fell back in line.