Sinners & Saints is set in a near future city, Saint City. People come to Saint City for an opportunity to become great. Regardless of their professions they're all the same, trying to become a legend in their field. Bounty Hunters, Demon Hunters, even your hot dog vendor on the side of the road. A city of fifty million working its own eco system, founded on the blood of the Seraphim Accord, host to violence, demons, strip clubs and the occasional church, it is here people come to live for a while before they die a legend.
He could hear nothing except a loud ringing in his ears but he managed to follow Seras despite his equilibrium being completely fucked. It as like her gun was just shooting bombs over and over. Eventually his hearing returned just in time to watch the gore fest and was Seras said. "Could you like... not do that again please?" He called out still a bit deaf even though his hearing and equilibrium was returning. He shook his head and looked around for some alternate course. He finally went near one of those computers he saw earlier, using his access card hoping that it would grant him access to the damn thing.
"That wasn't my intention! GODDAMN THAT WAS LOUD!"
"Adam can you hear me," the voice came over the speakers of several computers, it was Jolie's voice, "I've located the admin files but there's a problem, you're going to have to go through the reactor blast door to get to them and the room is crawling with creepy bastards. The computer is off the network so there's no real way to get to it unless you can get me a line to it OR you could tank the computer and get me the hard drive. Your call! Good luck!"
"She seems cheerful at our demise," Seras said, she was digging in her other ear with her right eye closed tight trying to get the sound back there as well, "I'm guessing the reactor blast door is the one I shot through. Problem is I don't have another gun so this is going to be a bit troubling. I bet there's a small armory down here in one of the side rooms."
He rolled his eyes as he heard Jolie explain their situation. Well that fucked all of that... he listened to Seras for a while before perking up at the mention of an armory. "Well then let's go to that and see what we can get then." He replied to her comment and motioned for her to lead the way.
Seras walked aimlessly through the offices, it seemed like the reactor had funneled most of the specimen back into that room and the door was sealed behind them, she assumed it was Rachels doing some how. Eventually they came to the back half of the lab area and there was a door blocking their path clearly stating armory on the panel above the door. Seras held up her security badge and the door remained locked she motioned for Adam's badge but that one also remained locked.
"I'm going to blow through the door," as soon as she said it the door hissed open there was a man standing there in a full suit and tie, he was wearing a gas mask and holding an AA-12 shotgun in his right hand and a combat knife in the other hand. He stood there for a second and then let out a little laugh.
"Sup wankers," he said with a heavy British accent, "Anyone need something dangerous?"
"Foster, Mr. Foster, day trader, and mercenary working for Horzine to put down Kevin Clamley. The fook are you guys?"
"Fuck yeah," Mr. Foster said stepped aside to let them enter the armory, "get yourself something heavy, loads of F.P.'s and Q.P.'s in the reactor room."
Seras's first pick up was a strap for her current rifle which she slung over her shoulder then she grabbed an FN FAL and a belt pack for extra ammo. She grabbed an under arm holster as well and picked up two deagles putting them in the holsters and taking several mags as well slipping them into her pockets.
"Decent choices there," Mr. Foster replied holding the door.
Adam walked in as well and looked around, he found himself a very nice and sturdy blade as well as an automatic pistol and several extended clips. He also grabbed a heavy automatic rifle, looked like an M-80 that was belt fed. He grabbed a harness as well that allowed him to hold more box mags which he loaded up on. It was enough weight to potentially give a normal man back problems. Adam loaded up the belt from the box mag and pulled back the feed slider. "Ready." He said looking over at Seras.
"Money mostly, I get paid by the kill and by the job," Mr. Foster said watching Adam grab his selection.
"Aren't you scared of the Fleshpounders?"
"Those ugly assholes? Nah, this would be job number three hundred sixty two on Horzines payroll against Clamley's clones, been doing this shite since London and Paris," Foster replied, he nodded at Adam and motioned for them to get out the room so he could step away from the door, when they exited the door closed the moment he stepped away and he lead the way to the reactor door.
"Didn't Horzine order this?"
"No idea, originally they were making super soldiers because they saw the 103 wankers from Umbrella and figured they would need something like that in their military. They tasked good ol' Kevvy boi to do the job and he just cloned his dead family like the wankstain he is. Fookin loony boy. Horzine cut ties with him but that doesn't mean he isn't still using their logo and credit to rebuild what we mercs took from him," he said leading them back to the main hall.
"What did you take from him," Seras asked.
Mr. Foster looked back at her, she could almost feel the smile on his face under the gasmask, "his precious little boys of course, the clots and shit are clones of his son. He fookin' hates watchin' them die. Ready?"
"Ready," Seras said raising her FAL at the door as Mr. Foster walked down the hall and ran an ID card on the corner of the door, he started bouncing backwards two steps at a time getting away from the door as it hissed and opened, the first thing that charged at them was a Fleshpounder and he held down his trigger unloading an entire drum into it ripping apart the meat that held it together, its body slid to a halt just in front of him and he ejected the spent drum and put another one in as he jogged forward toward a horde of clots.
He let Seras and the new guy talk for a minute while they moved back towards the reactor door. He was scrolling through the music on the new iDroid which used to be Amy's old one, her music was typically good and it would be nice to listen to instead of the loud gunfire he was going to have to deal with. He let the music soak into him once he plugged one ear phone in and the door opened. He was the third one in and his newly acquired heavy machine gun roared to life.
He fired off extended bursts into the legs and lower abdomen of a charging creature that was causing him to back pedal a few steps before he hopped around it and the rest of the group he had managed to attract to him. He fired off the rest of the box before dropping the gun to leap back away from one of the swings and switched over to one of his newly acquired blades. Another thing that looked like a huge angry bastard with meat grinders for hands came at him. Adam slipped under the attack putting his full force into the swing to take out its leg and proceeded to repeatedly hack at the things skull until it died. He flung the blood off the blade and ran back to his m-80, picking it up and reloading it trying to stay on the move as he went.
Once it as reloaded he turned around and unloaded a huge burst into a group of incoming clots and slashers as they pushed him back. They went down so easy compaired the giant meat grinder hand bastards. It was just their numbers that made this frustrating. He used the butt of the gun to smack another clot to the ground unloading a burst on it before moving on to more of the damn the things mostly relying on his m-80 to cut most of them down.
Mr. Foster was like a demon, he was an average man but the guy had spunk to every one of his movements slipping through extended arms like they weren't even a threat and blowing out legs of Quarterpounders like they weren't even a problem. He looked like he was enjoying himself, Foster wasn't bothering with any clots at all even though they were swarming him, a Fleshpound came hauling up behind him and he simply slipped through their arms, the thing slammed its gauntlets together shooting sparks into the air as it charged grinding its way through a wave of clots like they weren't even there. Foster turned and rolled sideways avoiding the Fleshpound and unloaded seven rounds into its leg destroying it.
"Not dead yet? I'll sort that!"
He pressed the AA-12 to the back of the flailing Pounders head and pulled the trigger dropping three shells into its cranium before it stopped moving.
Seras was taking a different approach to this murder game. She unloaded her FAL one shot at a time ripping through clots dropping them like they were flies. She wasn't even really aiming at anything in general just firing into the crowd. After seeing what the other two did to several of the big target she decided she would go to work thinning the herd out further opening fire rapidly with snapping shots to their faces and center mass of their chest taking out multiple with each shot. The floor was covered in slippery blood and gore, their massacre looked like something out of a horror movie.
He detached the box mag of his gun and reloaded another into it. He had one left after this and then the gun was empty. He ducked under one of the bastards who decided to leap and slash at his head. He loaded the belt, slapped down the gate on the gun and pulled back the loading lever, holding the trigger as he marched towards a crowd that was rushing him. His bullets smashed and ripped through most of them before a new song came on. "I love this song!" He yelled out to no one in-particular. He could hear audible clicks come from his gun and he took the box mag smashing it into a clots head and caving in its skull before he back pedaled and reloaded.
Let's fucking go. Last box, make it count. He held down the trigger clearing out another grouping of creatures that had started chasing him before he ran out of ammo at the worst time. A fucking quaterpounder came charging at him. He pulled his sword back out dodging out of the way as it swung its arms in flurries of death. Adam swung against one of the swings. Thankfully he managed to swing at part of the arm with was actually flesh. The sword was decent enough to withstand the impact, and it was sharp enough to let the thing sheer its own arm off. Hey that worked. Adam went about slamming the blade repeatedly into the things skull until it stopped moving. However as with all things involving luck and Adam, as he went to pull the blade out the damn thing snapped at the handle. 'Fuck.' Oh well, he switched to his new automatic pistol and slammed in an extended mag firing off bursts as he made his way back to Seras.
One of the Fleshpounds had charged headlong at Seras, she tossed aside an emptied FAL and swung her rifle around from her back grabbing it just in time and fired hitting it square in the chest blowing a hole through the light and exploding the back cavity of its chest raining blood and guts across the room. The sound of her weapon echoed off the walls but this time the room was large enough not to ear rape them. She let the rifle go and crossed her arms drawing both DEagles into her hands and began opening fire on the clots again, her work was doing them wonders keeping the little pale bastards off of them while they took out the larger targets. Normally she would have opted for this to be the other way around but she didn't think she was about to convince Mr. Foster to take on the little gits after he was already murdering his way through the bigger bounties quickly. She noticed after each Fleshpound and Quarterpound kill he thumbed a device on his hip.
"Relax, mate. I'm just here to kill you," Mr. Foster yelled as he dropped his AA-12 and pulled his combat knife up rushing at a Fleshpound, he dropped to the floor avoiding its rush and twisted around digging the knife into the floor to stop himself and began sprinting after the back of the Fleshpound leaping onto it he began digging the knife into its neck over and over again yelling, "MONEY MONEY MONEEEEEEY!"
The Fleshpound eventually hit the ground hard and he began running straight at a Quarterpound stopping on a dime and twisted left juking it like he had done it a thousand times before, it kept going and once gain he chased after it this time delivering a strong knee to its side dropping it and began stabbing it in the side of the head, "LOADS OF MONEY!"
The man seemed to be enjoying this display as he got off the dead Quarterpounder he watched as a Fleshpound slammed its gauntlets together roaring at him, he simply cracked his neck back and forth and then dashed forward toward its charge then ducked low and tackled it at the knees. The Fleshpound slammed the ground and Mr. Foster scrambled to his feet and pounced on it slashing away at its throat spilling its blood on the ground, it thrashed trying to get him off but he was holding onto the metal that worked as some sort of exoskeleton for the Fleshpounder. He dug his knife into its skull and pushed off with his feet leaping back to the ground and watched it hit the ground.
"Didn't like that, did you?"
Seras was enjoying his display of brilliance, she whistled toward him and threw him one of her DEagles which he caught then twisted around firing a single shot into a clot that was approaching him form behind blowing half its head across the room. She tossed over a couple mags he caught each one and pocketed them, "Thanksssss!"
He ran up to Seras, punching a clot in the back of the head, causing it to fall on the ground then stomped as hard as he could to smash its head. "As fun as this is." He paused shooting his pistol over Seras' shoulder and downing another one of the smaller creatures. "We need to get that hardrive in the core and blow this place to hell." He finally said as he dropped the mag and reloaded. He was looking around before he got separated from Seras as a fleshpounder charged them. Of course Adam's concentration lapsed for a minute and he was knocked away by the thing. He grunted as he smashed into the ground, several of the little fuckers were now swarming him.
Of course that was until there was a large explosion of fire which pushed them all back and covered them in flames. Adam stood up, he was mad now. It showed easily as he was just launching fireballs and taking things on with this bare hands. At one point he literally grabbed a clot, ripped its arms off and started using it as a melee weapon until it was a pulped leg. He kicked a running slasher into an incoming group and just lit into them with his fire.
"We're not blowing the place up," Seras said abruptly, "Foster cover me!"
Like clockwork she moved to the reactor computer and began cycling through its settings and Foster stepped up opening fire on several clots keeping her easily covered. The amount of Fleshpounders had dwindled down now and all that remained was the clots but there were still plenty of them. The power flickered as the reactor shut down and Seras rotated around opening fire with Fosters as they began walking down the clots taking them out. The entire room was painted red, Seras wasn't really covered in blood but Foster looked like he was bathing in it.
"Smart investment, this," he pointed at the dead lot, "they go down, I get paid. Making the world a better place one Clot at a time."
"Adam, I think you're good to salvage what you need," Seras informed looking around making sure nothing was lurking.
"What are you guys here for?"
"Felt like taking a walk."
"Don't take the piss outta me," Foster said wiping the blood off one of his gas masks lenses.
"Personally speaking, I'm here because I take Horzine personally."
"I bet, you're Seras Victoria, the badass who put down some of their best facilities back in the home country," Foster said tossing over the DEagle she gave him, he was kicking through the corpses looking for his AA-12.
He stopped, panting as finally the last of the fucking things were put down. He kind of came back to his senses not that he had really lost them, simply the reality of the situation had set in. He looked in his hand and he was holding the leg of half a mangled corpse. "Eugh." He blurted out before tossing it away from him. He looked around when Seras finally called out to him he nodded and went over to where she was. All of this looked really important and technical... He punched his hand through the lower platting of the metal and peeled it back looking around for a hard drive. When he found it he unplugged it after giving out a small 'ah-hah' "Got it." He replied standing up and showing the hard drive. He put it in one of his pockets. "God I need a shower." He wasn't as covered as ol' gas mask over there but he definitely had a smell thanks to the few gore stains on him. He particularly smelled like burnt grossness.
"A bath would be nice, I bet if we don't have an vanilla bath bombs there's probably some citrus ones," Seras said.
"Right folks, I'm going to lock down the rest of the armory," Mr. Foster said giving a small wave to them, "see ya if I see ya mates."
Seras watched as he left the room and headed left back to the armory she looked at Adam and shrugged and headed for the door and to the elevator calling it, the doors opened immediately given the elevator was on their floor, "You think we were a bit rough on Rachel? I imagine she's pretty pissed off at us right now."
Seras swiped the card closing the elevator doors and it began to ascend.
"Who cares?" He replied slopping gore off of his arms and hands and he roughly shook them. "She probably would've hauled ass if we just left her without restraining her." He finished his thought got his arms and hands as gore free as possible and grabbed onto the railing. He still very much hated elevators, but he'd also need to pick back up that USB drive when he got the chance. Hell if she was still there she might just also give them files that they may or may not need to complete the big picture. "This place is fucked though. Like seriously, how is the world filled with so many mad scientists?"
"I don't think it is to be honest, I mean, I've been dealing with Clamley for a long time now, Master and you guys had to deal with the Himura duo and Birkin. Aside from that I'm not entirely sure who else is out there," she clearly had no idea what the American front had to deal with nor what the Russian and Japanese fronts had during the last twenty years, she spent all of her time defending England and counter attacking Horzine in Paris.
The elevator came to a halt and the doors opened, it was quiet, Seras began walking to the stairs, "I think the problem though is that one guy got together a bunch of like minded people who had degrees in science and made a ton of enemies and bad guys with that alone. Either way, this stuff is awful."
She swiped the card on the door and opened it and began climbing, "hopefully your friend can get something good off the hard drive, I'd hate for this to be a one sided job... What do you think we should do with the Rachel girl?"
"I mean, there was also this one guy called Wesker I had heard about. While I was on the west coast I actually met and faced off against one of the original three founders of umbrella too apparently." He was following her to the stairs, "The B.S.A.A. was having its hands full back then with a group called the Organization." He shrugged with an i don't know face. "I mean we killed the guy... but knowing my luck it was probably a clone." He shrugged again in response to her question, "I don't know, maybe take her in for questioning? Let the Diamond Dogs take care of her." He commented as he walked with Seras. He had forgotten to give back that automatic pistol. Too bad, his now. "That's on you though, this is my first time ever even hearing about this company and you seem to have all the experience in this department." That was ultimately his final answer.
"Horzine is mostly an European company, founded in London and worked its way to other locations through the 80s. They were simply a genetics lab for the longest time and surprisingly they aren't a front for Umbrella because they have too much power."
They arrived back at the door an Seras swiped the card opening it, Rachel was on her side having tried to tip her chair over to escape but found herself in an even worse position now, Seras shook her head and moved across the room untying her.
"Is it shut down," Rachel asked, she was beat red in the face and out of breath.
"Yeah, we got it, met a man down there too."
"Mr. Foster," Seras replied and Rachel's face went ghost white.
"Did you leave him alone?"
"Oh no! Then he's got the data on my father and his main project. God damn it I hope Horzine doesn't try to replicate what he's done to himself," Rachel said massaging her wrists where the rope had been tied, Seras looked at Adam and back to Rachel.
"Alright, you're coming with us," she said like a cop.
Seras grabbed her by the shoulder and Rachel slipped from her grip, "Hold on! I need to shut this place down and begin purging data files so they can't use my research."
As she got to work Seras looked to Adam, "so, what's your end game goal in this? You didn't just come back to seek revenge did you?"
Adam let the two of them talk, slipping back to where he had placed the USB chip and slight of handing it back into his pocket. He returned to Seras, and shrugged looking around. "If I did?" He asked getting ready to leave by securing they're exit.
"I mean, I'd have come back for a number of other reasons including revenge," Seras said crossing her arms, Rachel finally finished purging and grabbed her back hurrying to the two and Seras stepped out the room, "mostly the memories. Then again, two different kinds of people and I'm not complaining if that's your only goal but... What are you going to do after the revenge? What else is there to do? I guess Umbrella still has cells out there that need to be taken down."
"Hey can we hurry up, I really don't like being out in the open like this," Rachel said as Seras casually walked down the stairs and Seras shrugged then began moving down the stairs at a light jog.
'hopefully die in a hole somewhere.' He didn't really reply to Seras, he also very much agreed with whatever her name was. He was done with this place and hopefully never had to return to it at all. Now he just needed to get the data he collected, and the hard drive over to Joulie so they could begin to actually formulate some sort of a plan or phase of a plan. "Let's get the hell out of here yeah?" He jogged too, taking the lead and opening the door, ushering them back to the outside world and to the Humvee. Thankfully this wasn't a horror movie and the thing started up relatively quickly. He reverse the vehicle before doing a three point turn and starting the return to base.
Rachel jumped into the back seat and Seras in the front tossing her weapon in first before pulling herself in plopping down with a little jiggle in her step. She leaned back and put her feet up on the dash and her arms behind her head, "Alright, I wonder if the bridge guys were taken care of by now, I bet the Diamond Dogs are going to wage a war with them constantly just to keep them back on the bridge."
"Sorry, did you say Diamond Dogs," Rachel asked.
"Yeah, you ready to meet the legendary mercenary himself?"
"Oh god... This can only go poorly for me I think."
"Why do you say that?"
"I am the daughter of a bioterrorist, insane clone fanatic, and a living weapon, do you think they'll let me in without trouble?"
Seras looked at Adam and then back over her shoulder, "He's a living bio-weapon created by Umbrella to dominate other species and I am an ancient form of nightmare that haunts stories and drinks blood. I think you'll be fine."
"Either way get ready for them. I'm going to try and keep driving straight through them so if they don't have it then you're gonna have to make sure we get back safely." He replied, ignoring her whole comment. He drove down the path he originally took and just gunned it, drifting around corners and speeding through all the way to the bridge. Survival driving it was called by a few people. But Claire made sure he knew how to do that too, and do it safely. "Get ready." they were rolling up on the bridge quickly.
Seras pulled herself into the back seat, she leaned forward putting her ass directly against the side of Rachels head as she leaned sideways grabbing her gun, Rachel shoved back at her as she pulled herself back into the back seat and winked at her then pushed open the hatch and pulled herself out. Ahead of them there was two sets of gunfire down range from the bridge. She readied herself and opened fire plunging a shell into the hind end of a truck causing a reaction of explosions from it and the shell she fired. With their attention she opened fire again taking out a 113 tyrant and Diamond Dogs took the chance to move up and started opening fire on the group from their side of things.
Another shot fired from her rifle causing several ExCell to jump from the bridge as it hit a humvee of theirs creating a firework show of ammo explosions and rockets going off. Pure chaos as she slid back into the cabin of their truck closing the hatch. Rachel had both of her hands over her ears and was leaning as close to her knees as possible before looking over to her.
Adam reached up and grabbed his ears, shaking them to make the ringing stopped. He was definitely certain that they were bleeding this time. He drove through, getting waves and cheers by Diamond Dogs who were thankful they arrived. Adam kept driving until they finally reached the base. From there he promptly got out of the truck, letting a soldier take care of turning the thing off and what have you, "I'll see you around." he called out, obviously Seras was going to take care of that chick or something. He himself ran back to the penthouse and up the steps to joulie's place, thumb drive and hard drive in hand. He opened the door and got her attention; "I come baring gifts!" He called out placing the things on her desk.
"And I have gifts for you," Jolie replied handing him an empty plate and took the things off his hands. She plugged them into the computer and let them upload before pointing at the monitor, "alright, so this is what I got from their upper servers when you plugged me in. Birkin has been dealing with Clamely for years before cutting him off somewhere in 2006. His contacts however never were wiped from their database, which is where someone else probably got ahold of them and sold their virus to Horzine... Except it wasn't Horzine it was to a man known as Hans Volter who comes from a German organization that dates back to the Nazi regime. Volter apparently paid top dollar for whatever was sold to them recently and has done recent transactions. Fucked up thing though is that Horzine in America isn't the same as the London branch."
The computed dinged, "and there it is, the missing branches of money and resources found. Kevin Clamely's Horzine, Hans Volter who has also joined his org with Horzine... It looks like the company is still operating under another person however, the only other person who keeps it legitimate. Let's see, CEO of the company, they were upper management, someone who is using the name Janus Prospero."
He took the plate and looked over everything she was pointing out to them. "That..." he squinted his eyes when he heard the name and read the screens. "That doesn't make any sense though..." The name was a commonly used alias used by none other than Alice. "How in the hell could she be..." He'd have to think more on that later, "I'll look into that some more, keep digging, if you get anything else pertaining to the connection between Horizine, Umbrella, and this Janus lady let me know." He looked at the screen again. "Though I'm ninety percent sure if you follow the trail with Janus we'll figure out how they're connected." He patted her on the shoulder. "Good work. If anything else pops up on your tech let me know yeah?" He reached into his pocket realizing he still had money in there and put it on the work table.
He left the room before she could potentially protest and headed back up stairs to Amy's place. When he opened the door he set down the plate on the counter and looked around the apartment for Alice to see if she had returned yet.
"Adam," Alice's voice came from behind him, she walked into the room closing the door behind her, she was looking worse for wear, covered in scratches and bruises but in one piece. She pulled her jacket off throwing it in the corner on a pile of laundry that John was planning on cleaning later then grabbed her pistol tossing it on the counter, the entire weapon was wrecked, the slide was dented, the trigger was worn down, it was covered in gunk, "we've got some problems on our plate right now."
Grace projected into the room, "we do, where the fuck have you been?"
"Up to my neck in problems," Alice said crossing the room and put a thumb drive into the console near the wall, "Grace open the diagnostics on 1367. John, water if you would."
John grabbed her a glass and began to fill it, Alice looked at Adam, "what've you got?"
He nearly jumped out of his skin, "Not a whole lot... working off an idea but right now it's a shot in the dark." He looked around, trying to gauge the room. He obviously was the only one besides jolie who had the info in had. So obviously no one else was aware, best not to attract any attention to it, or even make a scene just yet. "What's the bad news?" He moved over to the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped it open.
John slid a glass of water to Alice who took it and downed it almost instantly letting out a little ah as she sat the glass down. She looked as if she hadn't slept in days, even worse there were signs that she was wounded now that he could see her stationary, she had several holes in the front of her shirt and beneath were bandages soaked in blood.
"Took a shot in the dark at one of Umbrella's facilities before the missile went off and spent a lot of time in an underground lab for cover over the last couple weeks. Found out a lot from the computers down there, like Birkin's master plan to weaponize the G-Virus further. Seems like he's working on it behind Himura's back and it also looks like Annette is helping him to some degree, not sure if she knows that though. He has a mole in her group and they're working on pathogens for the virus. I also located the last known place for Ocelot... Bad news there, when I went to investigate ExCell was already looking for him it seemed..."
Grace spoke, "it's done."
"Now for the actual bad news. The 1367 is nearing completion and about to be going mobile. The 1300 series was pulled when the Missiles hit and they've been mostly stationary but over the last few days they've become more active in the city and have been targeting survivors who seem to have information on assets under Umbrella. Meaning, we're on that list as well as anyone close to the source. I even dug up a plan to execute Spencer Harker."