Resident Evil: Apocalypse

Chapter 3: Rapid Response Tactical Squad

Somewhere about twenty nine palms in California lies B.S.A.A. headquarters and one building was the home of Rapid Response Tactical Squad.
Inside the room belonging to the squad leader, Asher "Sarge" Mahonin, answers a call from the general of B.S.A.A.

"Reading you loud and clear, general." Sarge responded as he took a seat to his computer.

"One of the Umbrella Corporation's chief science officer has sent a distress call for immediate assistance to contain a level 5 breach in their underground facility in the state of Illinois." explained the general.

"How many personnel involved?" Sarge asked the general.

"We don't know. The facility known as The Ark went under lockdown where the breach occurred. Another one of Umbrellas little games that they have tried before, but they are denying us any help. Search and rescue has been suspended." The general told Sarge.

"What's the objective?" Sarge asked again.

"Code red: Assess level of threat." The general started giving the order.

"Assess level of threat." Sarge repeated.

"Protect and retrieve Umbrella property. Search and rescue for any survivors. Maintain quarantine to both the surface world and the underground facility by any means necessary." The general gave the last orders.

"Use extreme prejudice?" Sarge asked the general.

"Extreme prejudice. If necessary, search and destroy. Over." The general explained to Sarge.

"Search and destroy. Orders received and understood. Out." Sarge replied to the general.

Meanwhile, the rest of the team were in their large bedroom as they were leaving to go home. Gregory "Duke" Schofield was playing a 80s retro game pad video game while smoking. Dean Portman was looking at his watch as he was getting impatient for his ride to get here. Eric "Goat" Fantom was putting away his dog tags as he began reading the Holy Bible. John "Reaper" Grimm was busy cleaning guns. Mark "The Kid" Dantalian was mopping the floors. And Roark "Destroyer" Gannon and Katsuhiko Kumanosuke "Mac" Takahashi were playing baseball with oranges.

Portman hit his watch on his bed as he complained. "I don't believe this shit, six months without a weekend, the goddamn transporters are five minutes late. And that's five minutes of R&R I ain't never gonna get back."

"Hey, relax, baby. We're on vacation." Duke assured Portman.

Duke cheered as he was winning and he told the others. "Yo. This game's layered, man."

That was until an orange hit his locker and he looked at Destroyer as Destroyer asked Portman. "Where you going, Portman?"

"I'm going down to El Honto and I'm gonna lock myself in a motel room with a bottle of tequila and three she-boys." Portman explained to them, nastingly.

"You're sick, man." Duke told Portman.

As another orange got hit by the baseball bat, Goat managed to catch it as he told Portman. "I'm sick of your filth, Portman."

Portman shrugged as he mumbled. "He speaks."

Suddenly, everyone saw Sarge coming down as he announced. "Listen up, men. Leave is cancelled."

After hearing Sarge say that, some of them were pissed, especially Duke.

Sarge sees Duke getting pissed as he asks. "Got a problem with that, Duke?"

Duke changed his attitude as he assured him. "Me, Sarge? Hell no! I love my job!"

"What's up, Sarge?" Portman asked Sarge.