Thread: Resident Evil (xMILENKOx & Anjeru)

Its finally over, or so I thought After Kijuju, I thought Umbrella's legacy had finally died with Wesker in that volcano. I was wrong. It was only a few months until I got the call. I thought I would finally get a break from saving the world from Bio-Terrorists. But those bastards just dont give up. It was another hot day on the island of El Blanco of the North Eastern coast of Cuba. The beautiful island was scattered with small villages, forests, swampland, mountains and of course at its heart was Granando a great Capital City which stood on the ruins of a great Aztec city of the same name. El Blanco had only gained its independence from Castro's Cuban regime 6 years ago. The Island was seen as a perfect staging area for any attacks on the United States. As always the streets of Granando were filled with people rushing about in desperation to earn a living. El Blanco had no real economy and as result of this was filled with poverty. Its leader El Presidente Jose Gonzalez was one of the few people with any wealth. He ruled the island with a iron fist comprised of ruthless propaganda and military force. Though he opposed Fidel Castro he was no better than him. One a revolutionary now a dictator. La Plagas ha comenzado!... Spoke a men who stood in the darkness of a Hotel room. The blinds drawn as to only let in a little light. The air thick and humid though the man stood dressed in a full suit as he held a cell phone to his ear. The Plague has begun, with only this sentence spoke the man hung up the call. This was Pablo Grenco, an associate of the late Ricardo Irving. Pablo had been in El Blanco since the Kijuju incident. If Wesker's plans to unleash Uroborus upon the world should fail Pablo was instructed to unleash Las Plagas upon El Blanco in the hope for Las Plagas to reach The United States of America. Though Pablo wasnt just in El Blanco to for fill his mission, he was also here to obtain a G-Virus sample. Standing by a window Pablo was barely visible in the darkness. He was a tall man standing around 6'4 with a strong build. His head was bald and he sported a well groomed black hispanic style mustash. His dark brown eyes hidden behind a pair of black shades. Pablo was dressed in a cream suit with a red shirt which was open at the collar to reveal a hair chest which showed needle scar from Las Plagas and Uroborus vaccinations. Las Plagas had already began to spread through Granando and slowly the population was becoming infected. The Military presence in Granando was strong. Soldiers patrolled the streets, road blocks were everywhere and armoured vehicles lined the sidewalks. One such vehicle a BMP-1 Armoured Personnel Carrier was just entering Granando. The APC and its crew had been to a village to deal with a riot of farmers. Inside the APC 6 Soldiers, cramped and extremely warm due to the heat of the day. Carlos Mendez was one of these soldiers, he took of his helmet and wiped the sweat from his brow. What was with those farmers?... they had slaughtered there life stock!... One of Carlos's comrades questioned. I dont know, but the way they came at us!.. It was like they were fucking possessed! Replied another soldier. Carlos meanwhile remained silent. He couldnt get over what he and his friends had just done. Men, Women, Children and even dogs! Had just tried to kill them. Luckily they had AK-47's and a RPK Machinegun mounted on their APC. Pitch forks and shovels were no match for their fire power. As the APC approached Granando the heavily fortified gate seemed to be deserted. No guards in the towers, no guards on the ground. The T-55 Tank which sat in front of the gate seemed to be lifeless with its hatch open. The APC came to a halt as the driver noticed the strangeness of the situation. What the hell is going on here?... The Driver muttered to himself. Soon the men in the back took notice of the lack of movement. Hey, why aint we moving?!.. Asked one soldier. The Gates closed and blocked by a Tank!... and it looks like no one is here!.. Explained the driver. With this the back door was opened and everyone but Carlos and the Driver exited the APC. Staying close to the APC the 5 soldiers slowly walked towards the front of the APC. Rahg..ah!.. A strange noise echoed from one of the guard towers, to which the 5 soldiers aimed there AK-47s at. Another strange noise came from the other guard tower. The 5 man looked from tower to tower in confusion as they stayed close to the APC for cover. Carlos remained sat unaware of what was happening outside. HELLO?!.. Cried one of the soldiers. His voice echoed throughout the area and was soon greeted with a response. From one of the guard towers a soldier stood with a RPG in hand. His movements sluggish as he lifted the rocket launcher up onto his shoulder and pointed down at the APC. RPG!.. Cried one of the soldiers as he took aim and fired at the soldier in the tower. But it was to late, within seconds a rocket propelled grenade fired down upon them hitting the front of the APC. The 5 men were blown to pieces and the front of the APC badly damaged killing the driver. Carlos was thrown out of his seat and against the opposite wall knocking him out. Meanwhile back in Granando in a BSAA safe house Chris Redfield was busy looking over CCTV monitors. The BSAA had covertly set up camera's around the City to help track down Pablo Grenco. Since the Kijuju incident the BSAA had obtained details of all of Ricardo Irving's associates and had systematically hunted them down. Leavening only Pablo Grenco. Sat in the darkness of the surveillance room Chris Redfield watched the screens with tired red eyes, a cup of cold coffee sat on the desk from the night before. Where are you hiding you son of a bitch?!... Chris mumbled to himself as his eyes darted from screen to screen and occasionally to a notice board litter with photographs of Pablo Grenco. The BSAA safe house was located in one of the poorest parts of Granando inside a old Hotel which the BSAA had taken over. The government didnt know about the BSAA presence in El Blanco and hopefully neither did Grenco.