A long night

((Didn't feel like making another thread. This is one of the last missions Claire and Adam actually worked together on.))

“Floor fifteen, that’s where that bastard is going to be located, We’ll get in there and take him out.” Claire was surrounded by several other B.S.A.A. operatives with Adam sitting back and waiting outside of the group, he’d been helping the Western Republic of America with their white Umbrella problem. This was one of the final assault raids, for five months since he’d been recruited by the B.S.A.A. as an honorary member they’ve been hunting down and attacking high level facilities as well as Umbrella Executives. Tonight was no different; they were five hundred kilometers out from their target, a huge research facility disguised as a solar energy facility out in the dessert. “We’re already getting reports from our scouts and fly-bys that they’re unleashing B.O.W.s currently controlled by their A.I. system. So keep sharp and don’t die.” The unit nodded before she dismissed them, boots up in five minutes. She walked over towards Adam who was leaning against a few crates already suited and loaded up with his arms crossed and a cigarette draped between his lips.
“You look calm.” She sneered; the tip of his cigarette glowed for a few seconds before Adam pulled it from his mouth and exhaled the smoke, passing it over to Claire who took a small hit from it. “I’ve been through enough of these to know what to do.” He replied after getting the cigarette passed back to him. “Even still, even the most battle hardened vets usually get pre-mission jitters. And don’t even talk about the creeps when they touch down.” He shrugged, “I stopped getting the creeps and jitters after my first big assault. Afterwards my mind just kind of adapts.” She looked confused for a minute before rolling her eyes at her own stupidity. “Oh, right I keep forgetting.” Adam nodded and took a hit from his cigarette. “I’m sorry I’m not used to the fact that you’re a B.O.W… despite how cold and quite you are you look and act pretty-“ Adam cut her off; “Human?” she got quiet and nodded, “Don’t be, that was the whole idea behind our manufacture; we blend in.” He finished off his cigarette, and walked off towards one of the choppers which had landed. The only time Claire had encountered a human B.O.W. was that one time on Rockfort Island… and that man was frighteningly powerful. Given her time with Adam it would appear that most Human B.O.W.s were specifically suited to the tasks of wars and such, almost as if they were super soldiers.

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There was a sudden rumble from the forty millimeter chaingun mounted on their chopper as it picked apart two Hunters which had escaped from the facility. One of the pilots radioed to the rest of the unit in the bay that they were a half a mile away from the L.Z. Adam stood up and opened the side door, looking back at Claire; “I’ll rendezvous with you there.” This was unusual for Adam who typically waited with the group for touchdown. Claire looked at him curiously before nodded and Adam leaped from the chopper. As soon as his feet hit the sand he was off in a sprint that outpaced the chopper, he wasn’t going to let them know, but this mission was giving him the same feeling he got way back in ’06. An adrenaline rush he hadn’t had in a very long time.

He made it to the entrance of the compound where they were a line of armored vehicles, a few corpses of both U.B.B.S. and B.S.A.A. littered the area, Adam sprinted past them and into an oncoming group of U.B.B.S. Unlike the U.B.T.S. he used to have to deal with these groups had lower quality training and less augmentations, although reports gathered had given him the heads up that every member of security in the facility was infected a new strain of plagas. It became apparent that this was true the moment Adam kicked the head off of one of the officers and a large parasitic creature burst from the neck. The appearance of one, lead the other organisms to blow out in the group. Adam dipped and weaved between their strikes before dropping a flash bang grenade which stunned them to a state of paralysis enough for Adam to start hacking away with his Machete. His automatic pistol was ripped from his chest holster as it roared to life plunging a burst into a hunter that was leading the pack that was coming at him. He lowered his stance and raised his machete slicing off not only the leaping hunter’s arm but also it’s leg. It dropped and rolled on the ground squealing and flailing before being put down by a shot to the head. The others were dispatched just as quickly, the last one was emulated into ash.

He advanced forward into the projected L.Z. seeing a horde of zombies that were once both B.S.A.A. as well as High ranking Umbrella para military roaming around and feasting on other corpses. That might prove to be a difficult problem considering that he might not have enough bullets, but that’s when he happened upon one of the still intact corpses, intact being a relative term. It seemed the soldier had been seriously wounded and instead of turning, shot himself in the head with his side arm. Either way, his loss was Adam’s gain as he picked up the m1 machine gun and the three spare magazines. He could hear the blades of the chopper in the background amidst the distant echoes and gunshots. They were fast approaching and if they couldn’t land they’d have to scrub the mission and being left here alone wasn’t an option.

He switched the rifle to single fire and sighted down the scope as he came out and fired off shots, each one blowing off a reanimated corpse’s head, and if he couldn’t get a good sight on one’s head he blew out it’s legs, crawling zombies were easier to deal with than a mass of shambling corpses. He dropped a few more before his magazine ran dry and he had to switch for a fresh one. He walked forward a few feet stomping in the head of a crawler which had gotten to close for his liking. It was soon he realized that there were a too few many in the area itself as more started to trudge from the alleyways of buildings and such. By the time his gun ran dry again, he used it as a bat and knocked a zombie’s head clean off it’s shoulders and kicked it’s body into the horde, knocking it over and pulling his machete. Just then the entire horde was mowed down as the deafening sound of the choppers minigun roared to life and in front of Adam was a hailstorm of hot lead. Claire and her team zip lined down around Adam and prepared their weapons. “Miss us?” She asked, Adam’s reply was simple; “Kind of, I needed the map…” It was his attempt at humor that he hadn’t made in well over a few years. Adam reloaded his weapon as Claire checked a device on her forearm which rendered a blue 3d image of the area which she could manipulate with her fingers. “That big tower structure in the middle of the facility.” She stated, pointing to the semi distant tower ahead of them. “Alright, we’ll need to split into two teams to cover more ground.” Adam responded, Claire nodded; “You guys continue this path, Bravo Unit should be five yards ahead, me and Adam are going to take a more direct route.”


The whole facility took about two hours to clear out, and Claire and Adam, as well as the rest of the B.S.A.A. Units took another hour to finally ascend and clear out the tower which was similar to the H.Q. in New York. It’s similarity was what allowed Adam’s experience to take over and offered them an advantage despite various traps, B.O.W.s, and soldiers blocking the way they were finally at a pair of large containment doors which were currently being hacked into. The group consisted of Adam, Claire, and two other B.S.A.A. members. One of them was a member of the African branch of the B.S.A.A. a woman named Sheva. “I’m in, she replied.” The doors began to clunk and hiss as they opened to a completely white room that was vacant except for a single chair with a man sitting in it. The group moved in slowly with Adam and Claire in the rear, all guns aimed at the man in the chair. “So, what do I owe the occasion?” The figure turned his chair around, he was an elder gentleman though he was very well built for his age. He was wearing a white suit and sipping from a wine glass. “Edward Ashford, you’re under arrest for crimes against humanity, and global bio-terrorism.” Claire responded pointing her rifle directly at the Ashford who smirked and scoffed. “I see, well then. I’m sorry to disappoint, but you’ve come all this way just to die. He tapped a small button on his chair and Adam’s sense of danger kicked in, “Get out of the way!” Adam managed to grab Claire and jump upwards and back before volts of electricity fried the other two to smoldering corpses. The moment he touched down Claire readied her weapon once again but it was too late, Claire collapsed to the ground with a dart in her chest. “A new paralytic agent that my underlings concocted. I’m glad to see it works.” It didn’t make any sense to Adam, how he was not able to see what happened or even anticipate it. “Unfortunately, I only had one dose which means I’ll actually have to get my hands dirty.”



Ashford stood from his chair and cracked his neck. Within a blink of an eye Adam barely managed to dodge a spear hand directed towards his chest. He jumped back aiming his pistol and firing a few shots which were dodged by Ashford as he advanced. Fuck, it figured, most of the head execs had something up their sleeves, a temporary boost or some tyrant. Go figure one of the founders of the organization was in fact himself a human B.O.W. Adam parried away a punch before ramming forward with his pistol and firing. Ashford leaned to the side parrying said attack and several others like it before grabbing Adam’s wrist and twisting the firearm out of his hand and kicking him away. Adam slid against the ground. That hurt… a lot. He pushed himself off the ground as Ashford advanced quickly looking to smash his fist into Adam’s skull but it was only met by Adam’s own fist. “Oh?” He bemused curiously as Adam was holding against Ashford’s strength. Adam smirked and his eyes shined a deep blue, “I see… so you’re one of those…” Ashford took a quick leap back. “Well then… one of Alice’s special child soldiers… and one of Umrella’s finest specimens.” Adam looked confused for a moment before finally Ashford spoke up; “Now I’m curious to see how well a human 300 series tyrant can hold up against me.”

His words were enough to throw Adam off of his game for just a slight second before he reacted to the oncoming attacks. He managed to lock up against Ashford, “Just what the hell are you talking about?” Edward gave a small crooked smile; “She never told you? Shame on her.” Adam received a knee to the stomach and a palm press to the chest, he recovered quickly enough twisting in midair and landing in a slightly crouched position. “I’m Sir Edward Ashford; I’m one of the founding fathers of Umbrella, I’m the leader of the white Umbrella faction. I was there when the 300 project was drafted and started; I was there when you were created. I was there when Hija Himura split the company through his hostile tack over. I was there when the whole world went to shit. I know who you are; but it appears after ten years you don’t know who you are still.” Adam moved forward punching towards Ashford’s face, but the punch was parried away and returned by Ashford however Adam managed to parry that attack away. All the while Ashford was talking on. “We’ve been watching you for a while; you’re hunt for remnants of Hija’s empire; including the other 300 series tyrants. Almost all of them found and rehabilitated or eliminated, except for one which still drives you crazy… that elusive Tyrant 310.” Claire could do nothing but watch as the two went at each other. Even if she could move there wouldn’t be much she would be able to do except stare in shock and awe at the incredible speeds they were moving. With blows so precise and power they looked like they could crush a normal person into dust. Ashford was starting to gain the upperhand however as he kept going; “We know you’ve been looking for it.” Ashford slammed his knee into Adam’s gut, the strike was powerful enough that it knocked Adam out of his protocol as he crumbled over and fell to his knees before getting knocked aside with a round house kick to the head. Ashford walked over to the pistol which he had disarmed from Adam and scooped it up, pulling back the slide to check the chamber; “Allow me to alleviate your new obsession before you die.” He rolled Adam over onto his back and pointed the pistol down at him. “You’re tyrant 310… and you don’t really mach up to the others.” Adam smirked a bit as his arm was a blur, in his hand was his combat knife and it ripped through Ashford’s achilles tendon. Adam sprung out from under Ashford’s foot grabbing him and ramming his fist through Ashford’s abdomen before pulling his open hand back out and pushing him away.

He’d noticed during the fight that Ashford’s regeneration process was much much more evolved and faster than his… so much so that the grievous wounds Ashford has just suffered were already gone and he stood there with a triumphant grin. Adam had a smirk of his own as he waved his blood covered hand goodbye towards Ashford; around his index finger was a pin to a grenade. Shock over took the oldman as he futilely clawed at his stomach before looking up at Adam. A second later and boom… chunks of the old man were everywhere. Adam soon rushed over to Claire’s side, lifting her up and removing the dart; the drug had already begun to wear off but she was still slightly numb. The mission was a success; after a year White Umbrella had finally been dismantled. For Adam, not only did this mean one less threat to worry about… but it also meant a future alliance with the Republic and B.S.A.A. in the days to come.