RESIDENT EVIL:

BLACK OPS

Umbrella has been on the top of it's game. They made Bill Gates look broke with the annual income they made. Over 2 million jobs they have produced and helped the United States economy dramaticly, but the F.B.I and C.I.A. were worried about the face behind the mask of Umbrella. They happen to fall upon some leaked information dealing with illegal biological weapons. The F.B.I. looked into the information even more, but were stuck with what they had, until the C.I.A. gave them information on the Spencer Manison incident. They looked at the S.T.A.R.S. information of the remaining Alpha team after their mission to locate the missing Bravo team. The information was piecing together quickly that something was wrong with Umbrella. The F.B.I. and C.I.A. formed a joint operation along with the U.S. Navy SEALS and England S.A.S. forces. This is a story of survival of one man in a city that is falling quickly to the curse of Umbrella.

It was the crack of dawn in the city of Pittsburgh, PA. The light blue light slipped it's way past the blinds of Chad Winn, a 24 year-old SEALS fireteam commander. He stirred to the sound of his cell phone ringing. His mouth was dry and his stomach churned. The light aggervated his eyes and made his hangover worse from what it was before. He had been to 8 parties in a week, everynight. "Damnit..." He cursed out as he turned over and reached for his phone. He flipped it and placed it to his ear. "Yeah...?" He said half asleep.

"Rough night soldier?" A voiced said to him over the phone.

Chad sat up in attention in bed and cleared his throat. His head rung even worse at the sudden movement. "Ah...Yes sir..." It was his superior officer, Admiral Jacobs.

"We have an top priority mission for you son. You are to catch a plane to Chicago. We have a reservation for you at the InterContinental Chicago Hotel" Jacobs said sternly. "That is all."

"Yes sir." Chad replied before Jacobs hung up. Chad put the phone down and shifted to a sitting position with his feet on the floor. He yawned and stretched before he opened his bedstand and grabbed some asprin. He made his way to the bathroom. A stone navy blue bathroom that he kept neat and clean. He popped the asprin as he turned on the sink and drank from the spout. He looked at himself in the mirror as he gulped the asprin down. His long black hair was messy from tossing and turning in bed. His dark green eyes were showing the signs of lack of sleep. "God Chad..." He began. "...These parties have got to go man..." He shook his head and got ready. He left his apartment building that sat overlooking the city from Mt. Washington. He waved for a taxi that was about to pass and the driver pulled over for him.

"Where're you headed?" Asked the middle-aged driver.

"The airport please." Chad replied. The driver began his drive toward the Pittsburgh International Airport. Chad looked at the city, it was beautiful. It was his home...a place that he had grew up in and loved. They passed through the Duquesne tunnels and all the way to the airport. The ride took the 30 minute. He got his ticket that was prepaid and made his way through the busy airport. It looked more like a huge mall when he got to the shopping section. Different people of all different races were around him. He looked at them and was amazed and thought how many miles did they travel to get here? He finally made it to the boarding area after a 20 minute walk. He walked up to the blonde haired ticket lady.

"Ticket and some form of I.D. please." The ticket lady asked kindly with a smile. Chad handed his ticket and wallet with his I.D. in a picture holder. The lady looked at the ticket and I.D., then at Chad. "Alright then! Here you go." She tore a piece off the ticket and gave the rest back to him along with his I.D. "Have a nice flight."

"Thank you." Chad replied with a smile and headed down the tunnel to the plane. He was greeted by the captain and flight attendant. He made his way down the isle. His seat was a window seat in first class. He ordered a turkey sandwhich and ate most it after the plane took to the sky. He closed his eyes and fell asleep.

It was raining in Chicago. A very gloomy day it has been for the most part. Jacobs walked into a dimly lit room with panel windows that over looked the streets. Jacobs was in his early fifties. A worn out solider. 'A dull knife that is still sharp enough to kill' he would say. He sported his navel uniform with his medals. Some of them included 4 medals of Honor, 2 purple Hearts with clusters, and his navy SEAL embelem. He looked at the F.B.I. and C.I.A. officals in the room. They looked like the cliche agents you see in movies. Dressed in black suits with glasses, never showing a hint of emotion unless it was concern for a bad situation. "Morning gentlemen." He said as he placed a file on the table and took a seat.

"Mr. Jacobs..." One F.B.I. offical started. "We've selected you to select a SEALs fireteam. Now we have been informed that you have made that selection. So if you don't mind...may we examine the file on this fireteam?"

"Sure." Jacobs replied as he slid the file to the offical.

The offical took the file and looked at the profiles. "Captain Chad Winn...Hmm...impressive amount of experience here. Missions in Afganistan and Columbia. Desert Storm." The offical stated. "His fireteam is impressive as well." The offical looked up at Jacobs. "Admiral, we appriciate your cooperation."

"It's an honor working with you gentlemen on this mission." Jacobs replied.

2 and a half hours past. Chad stirred as the plane touched down in Chicago. He grabbed his stuff and caught a taxi into the city. He walked into Intercontinental Chicago Hotel. It took his breath away when he took his first step in. The grand staircase that came down looked like a staircase to heaven. The mable floor with designs he couldn't make out on it caught his eyes as walked up to the check in desk. "I have a reservation here. Names Winn."

The front desk lady looked up the reservation on the computer. "Hmm...Winn...Ah! Here it is." She put a key card on the desk. "You have the presidential suite on the top floor and this..." She pulled out a silver laptop and placed it on the desk. "Please enjoy your stay at the Intercontinental Chicago Hotel!" She said with a smile.

Chad took the key card and laptop. "Thank you." He said before he walked to the elevator. He looked around as the elevator made it's way down to the lobby. The place was beautiful. Paintings of Roman art were painted on the wall above the elevator. He wasn't the type that was all into art or anything, but his particular. People running away from demons pulling them down into the depths of what seemed to be hell. He thought about the painting and the art work, but not the possible hidden meaning. "This job does have it's perks..." He looked into the empty elevator when the doors opened and stepped in. He went to the top floor and walked to his room. He slid the keycard in the door and opened it to a luxery room. "Holy shit...I never thought it would be like this..." The living room was large with a grand staircase of it's own. The curtains for the windows came from the ceiling down to the floor. A crystal like chanalier hung from above like an angel shining down on earth. For all he knew...this was about as close to heaven as it was going to get. He walked in and set his stuff down. "Well...time for the business." He placed his laptop on a glass coffee table and sat on the couch. He opened it and it loaded up to the sign in screen asking for a finger print ID. He placed his finger on the finger pad and it IDed him and signed in. Intel popped up on the screen instantly that said SOCOM. It showed the map of Racoon City and buildings to recon and infiltrate, streets that can be used as escape routes.

"Glad that you could make it Captain Winn." A female voice said from the computer. "This is a mission of top priority and you have been selected to carry it out, due to your skills. This mission is on the lines of industrial espionage. You are to fly out to Racoon City and infiltrate Umbrella buildings in the area. If possible, hack into the Umbrella Database and retrive information regarding any BOW information. If you are caught in the process, we will deny and knowledge of your existance and history."

"Great..." Chad replied with a sigh. His girlfriend lives in the suburbs of that city. "Too bad I can't stop by and see her...or maybe I can."

"This mission has a one week time limit. Recon the buildings. Figure out a entry plan. Exacute and evcauate. Your plane to Racoon City leaves at 8 A.M. September 19th. That is all. Good luck." The tranmission ended and the desktop came up.

"Boy...more traveling. Looks like I only get to enjoy Chicago for one day." Chad said with another deep sigh. He stood up and looked out his window at the drenched city. "Espionage...a fucking black ops mission..." He sighed once more. "I better get a fat paycheck for this one." He looked at the door when he heard some one knock. He made his way to the door and opened it. It was Tony Miller, he was in 2nd command of the fireteam. He was 6'2, 260 pounds of solid muscle. His black hair was combed up ward and gelled where his bangs would have been. He sported a black long sleeve button up and some black dress pants, with the 300 dollar dress shoes to match. Tony was italian and he loved to show it in any way possible.

"Hey needle dick!" Tony said with a smile on his face.

"Hey fuck ass!" Chad replied with a laugh. They hugged. "Come in!" Chad said and Tony followed him in. Chad opened a bottle of Grey Goose vodka and poured 1/4th of a cup and added a 1/2 of orange juice and 1/4th of cranberry juice and handed it to him. "Here."

Tony took it and sipped it. "Whew...damn this good!" He said as he sipped it some more. "You sure know how to mix a drink my friend!"

"If you party like I do, it would be a shame if you didn't know how to." Chad replied as he mixed himself the same drink and turned to Tony. "You get the mission briefing?" Chad asked as he took a sip of his screwdriver.

"Yeah...fucking hell man. I'm not up for black ops missions man." Tony said as he sipped his screwdriver. "I mean...I'll do it, but it will cost them big!"

"Yeah...Hey, did Rob and Greg get here yet?" Chad asked.

"Nah. Rob's flight is probably on it's way from Cali right now and so is Greg's from Florida." Tony replied. He sipped on his drink again and looked at his watch. "It'll be around 11 A.M. by the time they get here. We'll go out and have some fun on the town!"

"Don't we always do that before missions?" Chad asked with a sly grin.

"Fuck yeah! It's tradition man!" Tony replied. "Get laided and knock out this mission. Get a big paycheck and party again!"

A couple of hours passed and Rob and Greg made it to their rooms. They both knocked on Chad's door and he anwsered. "Hey!" Chad said to them.

"Ey pinga!" Rob said back to him in spanish. Roberto Matose is the Lt. Commander of the fire team. He grew up in L.A. among his fellow latinos, but didn't follow the gang path. He exceled in school and football and joined the Navy after graduating. He wasn't tall at all really. Only hit 5'8, but then again, Mexicans aren't tall. He was bulky in build which made him a threat to anyone wishing to try hand-to-hand combat with him. He was sporting a crooked black Joker hat, with black shades and a silver chain with a cross piece on it. He sported a white short sleeve button up with one button, buttoned at his neck. His beater was tight on his body and went into his pants, covering up his boxers that were exposed over the baggy tan cargo pants.

"Sup, you cracka ass motha fucka!" Greg said after Rob. Greg Scott is the Lieutenant of the fireteam. He was from the Bronx in N.Y. He survived a near fatal driveby, taking 3 shots to the chest. He was the only child out of 7 to graduate from college. He's the youngest out of the fireteam at the age of 21. He was 6'2 and only 192 pounds. The fastest runner in the group by far and following that suprisingly, was Rob. He was wearing a white beater with baggy navy stonewash jeans and a pair of fresh Jordans.

Chad hugged them both and let them in. "Got your briefings?" He asked them.

"Shit...I expect some big cheese after this one." Greg said as he poured himself a drink. "Black ops on the Umbrella Corperation. I don't understand what's wrong wit em? I mean, they are helpin people stay healthy, right?"

"Maybe homes, but maybe there is more to it than that." Rob replied. "Bio Organic Weaponry? That's some serious shit man. Shit that could affect this country if shit went bad. Death in the most painful way ever."

"Well, we should be able to do this mission fine, since we are working with the S.A.S." Tony stated.

"Like we need help...Shit, get the fuck outta 'ere! We are the best of the best! The special forces of the special forces. The U.S. Navy SEALS bitch!" Greg said as he sipped his drink.

"But still I want everyone to cooperate with them." Chad ordered as he looked at his team. "It's for the best of the mission. We get in, get what we need and get the hell out. Simple."

"Oh enough with this serious in depth talk about a mission! Loosen up! Let's go out and have some fun!" Tony said, trying to lighten things up.

"Hell ese, I've been up for that!" Rob said with a grin.

"Hell gea!" Greg followed up.

Tony looked at Chad. "Captain?" Tony had a sly grin on his face.

Chad looked at them all with a smile. "Alright soldiers. Let's go out and have some fun! That's an order!"

"HOO RAH!" Everyone said together.