Aftermath

Adam was laying on a cot set up in Amy's old room. He refused to lay on the bed or even touch it for whatever reason. It was where he stayed when he was recovering and it wasn't occupied. He didn't say much for a while after LJ had made the call to Jill. What was he going to do, apologize to Alice and just hope that things were going to go back to the way they were? It didn't work that way. Instead he just laid there wondering how long his body was going to take to actually fully recover. In the background on a display news reports were on as well as CCTV feeds, he made careful note to not show any feeds or videos which had 320 in them. "Holy shit!" Could be heard through out the penthouse rather suddenly. 

"You need to watch turn on the news." Adam was leaning against the door way to the Armory with his head leaning through. He was wearing a red sleeveless shirt and blue jeans, his hair styled in it's usual manner and his goatee grown in a little. "Shit's hitting the fan."

He followed her into the main room, finding a near by wall or something to lean on. Thanking Alice in his head that she didn't take the 'rub some dirt on it' approach to his issue with 320. He watched the screens more intently than he had in the previous room before squinting at the screen Alice had pointed at. "Is that what I think it is?" He asked in a low tone as he pushed himself from the wall and came closer to get a better look. Perhaps the more he could see of these guys in action, the new series of Tyrants especially, the better they could put together means of combating them. "Some new armor or something..."

"They seem like their own breed of monsters..." He replied towards her comment about how they would stack up against those behemoth creatures from their past. "Not even sure you could compare them... more machine than anything..." He got a bit of a closer look at the one on display as he crossed his arms, his brain going to work over potential answers that may or may not even bother to work. "Maybe... small burst EMP's or some sort of frequency jammers?" He grew silent for a moment, "Maybe a disruption wave emitter, like Microwaves or something? Might be possible answers for in the future." His eyes slowly read over the snippets of files that had been pulled up, "Looks like those two didn't like one another very much." It was an off handed comment based on the logs between Birkin and Keto.

"Two teams maybe?" He replied hiking his arms higher on his chest for a moment like he usually did when he thought. "Like it's gotta be using near-by satellites for it to be that accurate." He began talking, "How many satellites could still be operational within that area at one given time?" He cocked his head to the side, "And if it's hijacking into the things, maybe we can do the same thing and back track where it was in relation to that giant deer looking one." He dropped his arms walking away to the fridge grabbing two beers and walking back over to Alice handing her one. "Given that it's primarily a long range unit, it could be easier to deal with if we figure out a way to sneak up on it." He popped his beer open cocking his head to the side again for a second, remembering the first time he'd ever 'seen' Whisper in action. "Or we could just try and get Whisper in town, give her the load out she used to have and tell her to have fun."  

"Damn...." He replied about how many satellites were active now a days. "Then again, we might be able to use that to our advantage..." He crossed his arms once more but this time in a way that the neck of his bottle rested on his chin after he would take a drink. "Grace if you get the chance run a remote hack on any satellites in the area they're in to try and trace the sniper as well as any satellites that may have been around when Alice was attacked too." He took a sip from beer, some sort of an idea running in his head. "Also look for reports of loud gunshots. And I mean LOUD, almost canon like. If it's so far away that no one's been able to hear the shot then it has to have a really powerful gun." 

His eyes narrowed on the screen as he watched the B.S.A.A. team get slaughtered before Jill had sprung into action, he remembered reading a file on her and other presumed dead members of the B.S.A.A. back when he helped the West coast get rid of whatever was left of Umbrella there as well as cleaning out cells of Bio-terrorists. "There was a brief dossier on her I read one time... Didn't ever mention her doing that." He said nodding to the screen, as she was taking on the creature in hand to hand. "Her movements seem..." He couldn't recall much but he was reminded of Claire's description of a human B.O.W. she had encountered on Rockfort Island. The two often traded stories and past experiences when they worked together in the past.

He was taken back by the distortions in the display, even more so by the unresponsiveness of the A.I. as he looked around only for the feed to pop up showing the flickering display of the girl and what she was capable of. "Holy fuck." He blurted out, his arms uncrossed and his jaw nearly hit the floor. "And you were going to volunteer to go get her?" He looked to Alice and then back to the screen, "If that had been you because she triggered, You would've been an art piece all over that alley." He shook his head, finishing his beer and walking away from the display as he tossed the bottle in the trash. On his way out he leaned against a near by wall, his legs not fully recovered for as much standing and what little walking his was doing. He crossed his arms again. "There's no way they're not going to try and contain her in some form or fashion. Not after that." He was speaking specifically about the B.S.A.A. "I don't like the risk... but I'm also not a fan of her living the rest of her days out in a hole somewhere." He grabbed his phone from the near by counter and began flipping through it. "What's your call, Alice?" ...That was rather uncharacteristic of him to ask Alice for a field call since the last time they saw one another.

"This just turned into a cluster fuck." He spoke to no one in particular as he watched the satellite fall from the sky and was burning up as it exited orbit. He loathed the fact that he could do nothing but sit back and watch. He mad his way back towards the room he was in, "I'm useless right now. Grace when you get the chance let me get a display up of all the CCTV recordings of the 1300 encounters." He moved over to his bag and pulled out a pad of paper and a pen, he then went and grabbed a few of the files that Sazon had give them a while back, specifically the ones with the code names that Alice and Chambers had encountered, along with these new ones. "I'll be in the room doing research if you need me." With that he moved into the room to begin working.

Alice would hear clicking from behind her, Adam had over heard LJ yelling and was already buttoning up the last bit of his old fatigues he received back in the day from when he was made to work for the West coast Government in exchange for a Pardon. It was the closest thing he had to a combat suit next to his vest which he was slipping on slowly. He wasn't moving very efficiently but he'd be damned if he was going to just sit back and let anyone else from the group die. Once he was fully loaded he reached over his shoulders and flipped up the hood before collecting magazines and ammo for his rifle and revolver.

He took a moment, setting down the rifle as Grace began to protest. He was going to say something, that was until Alice spoke up. She made the mistake he was about to... he didn't say anything, for a moment, replacing the 5.56 mags on his vest with magazines which held a bullet of higher caliber which the gun was chambered for; .458 SOCOM and Lapua Magnum 338 rounds. Both were great for distance and absolute stopping power. He loaded a mag into the receiver and loaded the chamber. He looked over at Alice once he was ready; "You good?" There was a double meeting behind his words of affirmation about Alice's readiness.

Adam was hobbling after the pair who, thanks to being injured were a couple of paces ahead of him. Often times he'd have to use the butt of his rifle to catch himself from falling over if he went too fast trying to keep up with him. He already had a plan for how he was going to help given his current state couldn't put him in the direct field of battle. "I'm going to split off soon, and find a perch to help lay cover fire." He finally spoke up as they got nearer breaking off from the group and moving down through an old decrepit building, he'd need somewhere high up enough with enough cover for him to use. And he prayed they didn't have anti-material rounds should they find him position while he was up there.

"Gotya," Alice told Adam as they got closer, she could hear gunfire coming from ahead and had only arrived seconds after Jill had gotten into the Helicopter with LJ, as they came to the corner they saw both of them stand up and open fire. Alice raised her C8 and moved into the cover of an overgrown tree and opened fire landing several head shots right away and then moved forward firing as she pushed into another cover at the back of the same old car Jill had taken cover behind moments before. She was scoped down range with an ACOG scope giving her an advantage over Jill and LJ, her shots were slower but far more precise and mechanical as she cycled through each target one tap at a time.

John on the other hand cracked his knuckles as he slowly walked down the middle of the street. At first the U.B.C.S. didn't even bother looking in his direction thinking he was just another 103 on their side, and then they realized... They fucked up. He began running in their direction and no matter how many bullets they aimed at him he kept coming until he grabbed one man by the head and squeezed hard until there was a loud pop. The body flopped to the ground and he kept moving forward smashing his way through the crowd like they were even obstacles in his way. It was only then that he realized what as in the trucks when down the street five Ivans rounded the corner in full U.B.C.S. trench coats holding miniguns. He started to fall back and the front two opened fire with their weapons up the street narrowly avoiding him as he took cover.

"You've got to be kidding me," Alice said, they were throwing everything at them from their actual military to obsolete bullshit.

"Siri." Adam said casually as he lined up his next shot. "Play Kill List." In his headset there was a beeping noise before music began to play.


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He took his shot as soon as the music started, vaporizing the head of a soldier who got way too close to Alice's cover. It sprayed gore like a shot watermelon. He moved onto the next target, another in the group approaching Alice and after two loud cracks the poor fool fell with two holes blown out of his chest. Several shots rang out and hit their marks dropping the U.B.B.C.S. and giving Alice a small window of opportunity as Adam began covering for LJ, anytime someone tried to follow several holes were blown into them. Eventually Adam spoke over the comms, "Alice, go help LJ, I'll cover John and Jill." Two more shots fired one hit through the windshield of an approaching Black SUV, the driver slumped over dead and the vehicle lost control and rolled, sliding next to one of the Ivans, pure dumb luck that one. Luck Adam would definitely take advantage of when another round hit the gas tank of the vehicle causing it to erupt into a fireball.

They could hear the music as the helicopter zoomed toward them, over the radio there was a friendly voice, "This is Peqoud entering the AO."



Alice moved from her cover, "good luck," she said over the radio doubling back opening fire on U.B.C.S. soldiers that Jill wasn't fighting. Peqoud had the Diamond Dogs emblem on the side of the helicopter as its front 20×102 mm Vulcan Minigun roared to life releasing the most unholy but most satisfying sound Alice has ever heard as it fired at a rate of 6000 rounds per minute tearing through the oncoming SUVs and armored trucks like they were papier-mâché. The side door of the helicopter opened as it circled above them and a man on the side of it opened fire with his own minigun, the other side door opened and a woman mounted the other minigun, they were sprayed into the U.B.C.S. forces ripping them apart.

John looked up and then tossed an Ivan out of the way doubling through the building and out the back where Jill had retreated, he didn't want to be be seen as an enemy or even mistaken as one. The woman let go of her minigun and then jumped off the side of the helicopter onto a rooftop near Adam as Peqoud turned. She stepped to the side with a massive rifle, it looked like a heavily modified Barrett with a bipod. She slammed it down on the ledge of the building and opened fire blasting an Ivan off its feet with a hole straight through its neck partially decapitating it. She pulled back the slide ejecting the spent shell and set her eyes on the next target opening up on him.

Peqoud shot across the A.O. and the man jumped from the helicopter far above everyone else. He had a sword in his hand and when he hit the ground a surge of electricity rippled across the ground causing the U.B.C.S. soldiers nearest to him to be thrown in multiple directions... Then he went to work, he dashed fast between targets, every swing of his sword destroyed their armor and sprayed blood across the zone, he rotated around hitting one in the chest with a roundhouse that caused the soldier to fly twenty feet in the other direction then twisted around in a butterfly kick sending a soldier into a wall so hard he splattered and left an impact crater. The man rotated around as an Ivan swung at him and delivered about three strikes across its body as he landed then dashed forward taking its head off, the rest of the Ivan fell to pieces the moment the man swung his sword around and engaged the next wave of enemies.

More helicopters appeared above the city coming closer to the zone, all of them with Diamond Dogs logos. Umbrella forces seemed to get the hint now, they were not welcome, especially the spooky sound of a dozen miniguns humming across the skyline ripping through their vehicles. Some of the helicopters were setting down and Diamond Dog soldiers had entered the A.O. cutting down the U.S.B.C. with their superior firepower. Umbrella wanted a war, they got one.