* The last rays of the hot Mexican sunlight disapeared under the windowcil of the small motel room leaving the craped space inside poorly lit and shrowded in an eerie darkness. The shower could be heard running beyond the door on the far left wall and steam crept along with the light from beneath the door. The only other living thing in the room was a man hunched beside the window, his eyes were sunken in and he had dark bags under his brown eyes. His eyes seemed to be the only youthful thing left on his body. His face looked as if it had not seen a razor in many days and his hair looked much worse. He shifted onto his good leg, favoring the left as he listened to the other voice on the line of his cell phone which was pushed against his ear. " I know..." He said glancing at the door as the shower was shut off. " I trust him. You need not worry about him." He fell silent again as the person went on. " Thank you. I will keep you and Billy posted as much as possible." He slid his phone shut and tossed it onto the bed as the bathroom door opened and a man much larger than Bruce was. He was very muscular, had brown hair, and was wrapped up in a towel. " Who you talking to?" Chris asked. Bruce shrugged and moved to the bed sitting down. " One of my contacts.." Chris dropped his towel and pulled on a pair of jeans. He pulled on the white shirt and began to lace up his boots. " We need to head out tonight."Bruce pulled his laptop over towards him and flipped it open, " Ok." He turned the screen towards Chris. The blueprint of the Umbrella facility. " We can go in through the town hall." Chris looked over the plan one last time and nodded grabing his leather jacket and pulling it on. " I know the plan."

Both, Jack and John recieved the orders to go meet up with a couple of contacts in a small city in Mexico, only the thing that seemed to make them wander about was why they were sent by themselves. The two of them met on the helicopter that would be dropping them off, just a small ways outside of the city itself. Once off of the chopper, the two of them made their way into the city and to the motel where they were told they would find they're contacts that they would be working with on this mission. "Something just doesn't feel quite right around here." said Jack looking around at the scenery surrounding him and John. "Yeah, I get that feeling too. It's almost like you can feel something evil or just wrong here." John stated as he spotted the motel a few buildings down the dusty street.

The two men approached the building, and walked in holding the cases that they're weapons were in at their sides so they wouldn't attract any unwanted attention to themselfs. Upon walking in, they noticed that there was someone behind the counter of the front desk to the motel. "Yes, we're here to meet with-----" John began to say as he was cut off in mid sentence by the keeper of the motel. "I already know who you are here to see. The only two guests that we've had for some time." Jack and John both looked to each other with questioning looks on their face. "What room would they be in?" asked John to the man, "Room number 32, just down that way, and it'll be on your left." the man replied. "John looked to him and thanked him, and then became curious, as to why no one has been around the motel for a while. "Why exactly have so many people just up and left this area? What happened around here?" John questioned. This got Jack's attention away from his examining of the buildings lobby. The man looked at both of the men, and then began, "Well, no one really knows exactly. It was just sort of a story that someone had said. They said that they had actually seen some type of monster or something attacking someone a ways out into the desert. They said that the 'monster' was biting, chewing and basically eating the person alive. Well, that person told someone else, and swore that it was true. Well, at first people thought that it was some ghost or scary story that people were telling, but a couple more people actually saw something out in the desert aswell, only, it was dead this time, and they snapped some pictures so people would believe them and their story. They said whatever it was that they found out in the desert looked like it had starved to death. And so those people told other people and it continued growing and the pictures were being shown around aswell, and that slowly started getting people thinking about what exactly was living out in the desert with the other animals, and some people even said that they had heard moaning noises out in the distance away from town sometimes at night, and for most of the people, hearing that was what got them out of town for good. And more and more people began hearing those sounds every now and then, until there is just myself, and a few other people still living in the town. Only because we refuse to leave our homes over something that could have been some type of dead animal or a person......or at least, that's what I tell myself anyways." the man finished as Jack and John both looked to each other and then to the man. "Well, thank you for that explanation, sir. And now we'll be going to that room you mentioned before. Room 32, right?" asked Jack. The man nodded and the two walked towards the room, and knocked a few times on the door. "I wonder what exactly the mission is supposed to be here?" John asked, Jack began shaking his head, "Not sure about that myself. I'm thinking that it may be some type of search and rescue possibly, seeing that we are out in the middle of nowhere basically." he replied as he knocked on the door to the room again.

The knock came at the door and within a blink of an eye Chris and Bruce had there guns in hand. Bruce put a finger to his lips and moved towards the window slowly and peered out at the two strangers. " Stay ready." He whispered as he gripped the door nob and swung the door wide. The barrel of his gun was in the face of the older mans and Chris aimed for the second ones heart/ They stood in the dim glow of the weak light from the motel room for a second before who the men were dawned on him. He lowered his firearm and motioned for Chris to do so as well. Reluctantly Chris lowered his gun as well. He remembered them from the pictures he had been sent by one of his high ranking contacts on the inside of Umbrellas Governmental staff. " John Bishop and Jack Rothen?" He watched them for a second before turning back and giving Chris a stay ready look while letting them in. He closed the door behind him and locked it. He pulled the curtains shut and glanced around the room before finally looking back at the two men. " My name is Marcus Flinn, This is Chris Redfield. You have been sent to me by and old friend becuase we will need some back up." He moved to his computer and pulled up a new file. " The president is a lie. Umbrella controls The United States now. He showed them them a picture of one of the zombies from the outbreak. " Umbrella is responsible for the T-Virus." He raised a hand silencing Rothen and continued on. " I expected you to be confused. Not many people have heard of it becuase they cover up there mishaps with stories of natural disasters and plant
Justin: meltdowns. Lies. Umbrella has killed thousands of people. Those who oppose them are killed or they disapear. His sisster, my family. They must be stopped. You were sent to me becuase you out of all the rest were deemed most likely to do the right thing instead of follow orders blindly. They are trying to take over the world. Here are private documents and classified filies that I have hacked from the Umbrella files." He pushed his comptuer towards him. " Thats the proof to back it up. If you don't believe that then right outside these walls this town is a living testiment to my words. Three weeks ago there was a biohazard leak. This town is infected. Our objective is to free the people who Umbrella has kidnapped and are hiding in their facility under the city. They are all major resistance leaders against Umbrella. Think hard about the things that have happened, all the " Natural Disasters" and Americas hightened presence all over the world through Umbrella as the private contractor." He fell silent to give them a moment to look over his large amount of files condeming Umbrella and documenting almost every outbreak through out the world.

The two men walked in and nodded as Bruce said their names. They continued walking in and John sat his case on the nearby table and Jack sat his things on the now vacant bed. The two men began emptying their cases as they checked and loaded their weapons. Jack put his 50 caliber rifle on his back, where he usually has it, and he put on his holster and secured his 9mm on both sides of his waist. John quickly had his two desert eagle handguns secured to each of his thighs, then he pulled his jacket together as he walked over and began looking over the files that Bruce had shown them. He began looking over some pictures that were located in some of the files. John continued looking over some of the other files, and Jack looked up from the files that he had been looking at over John's shoulders and turned to Bruce and Chris, "Do you have any idea of the names of the people that have been kidnapped?" he asked, looking to the two of them waiting for an answer.

He noded. " Yes. Chris sisster is one of them, Claire Redfield. Leon Kennedy, Carlos Olivera, Sherri Birkin, Rebecca Chambers, and two military Black Ops that learned to much. As for the last two I do not know much about them except for Umbrella used an experimental new weapon in Iraq and one was caught in the cross fire." Chris stood by the window in silence watching the town as Bruce went over the specifics of why they were here. Claire was close, he could feel her. He knew she was still alive, keeping her that way was the problem. A loud shrieking cry and two loud crashes from what sounded like a shotgun rang out in the night. " The office!" Chris called as he swung the door wide and rushed out into the night. Bruce cursed under his breath and slammed his computer shut trying to collect the rest of his items. Chris had made it across the dirt parking lot and smashed through the door of the office to find the night manager laid on the ground, innard pouring out onto the floor. He clicked the safety off on his gun and moved slowly into the dark room, the shot from the shotgun had blew out the lights. He pulled the small flashlight from his waist belt and shined the small beam through the room. The room was seemingly empty and quiet now. He bent down low beside the dead man and shined the light into the gaping hole in his stomach. Mexico, maybe it was cyotes, Chris wishfully thought but no less than a second after he droped his gaurd a bit there was a crash from behind the counter and the first zombie he had seen since the island incident smashed into him, pinning him between its own body and the dead manager. The thick saliva driped all over the floor and it clawed at the thick leather on his jacket arms as Chris held it back from biting distance. The shock of the attack wore off quickly and he grabed the zombies head, releasing the pressure he used to keep the zombie up and reversed it sending its face crashing into the concrete and with a satisfing crunch, the zombie stopped moving. He rolled to his knees and dusted himself off as Bruce came limping into the doorway. " What happened?" Bruce asked glancing around at the scene, his back pack straped to his back now. Chris regained his upright position and retrieved his dropped weapon and flash light. " We have a problem. They found out we were here sooner than we had hoped. The let loose the virus,the towns infected. If we are going we need to go now."

John and Jack listened as Bruce told them the names of the people that were being held by the Umbrella Company, and then, they too heard the shotgun blast coming from the direction of the front office. The quickly ran, following Chris to the office where they saw the first zombie, "So, there are more of these things out and around here? Well, this is definately not going to be the same as any other mission I've been on in the past." Jack said looking to John. "Yeah, the same goes for me. But, we've got a job to do, so let's do it." John said as he pulled his Desert Eagles out of their holsters on each of his thighs and was ready to move out, Jack did the same with his 9mm's.

The Just as the four of them prepared to move out, they heard a moaning sound coming from outside of the office. John turned and moved silently out of the door to the office and began looking around the area. He then saw movement across the parking lot, there was another zombie wandering around the door that they had ran out of in order to run across the parking lot and to the office. John brought up one of his Desert Eagles and gently squeezed the trigger, sending a round shooting across the parking lot, and completely through the side of the zombie's skull, sending blood, and brain tissue shooting out of the other side of the zombie's skull. John then looked back to Chris, and Bruce, "Now, where to?" he asked.