1 Years Ago
U.S.A.
Saltillo, Mississippi
1841 hrs-

Sergei Rezlorn Romanav was by no means an impatient man. Certainly quite the opposite since he enjoyed taking his time finishing victims off. Rez was not a angry man either. No, what was the point of being angry at someone when it was so much easier just to kill them and be done with it. But for the first time in a long while, Rez was highly annoyed at a certain young man. For the first time in his life, a hijack victim had not only managed to escape death at his hands, but also gone on to become one of those SABRE bastards and started hunting him. He'd had quite a few run ins with the little do gooder now. Since when does the prey stalk the hunter?

From his seat in the beat up Chevy truck he'd 'borrowed' from Farmer Joe, he could see the little bastard quite clearly. Him at the SABRE bitch of a squad mate. It had taken a little bit of his vast savings, but he'd managed to grease the right palms to find out all about the Army's SABRE opperatives. Focusing mainly on Heagy's platoon, Rez lucked out when he discovered little Heagy was heading home for a week of leave to visit his family. Apparently the girl had volunteered to give him a ride home.

It would have been quite easy to snipe them both from a distance. On the same note, it would have been easy to place some semtecs on a bridge and wait for them to pass over. No, Rez wanted to make that boy suffer a little bit. Grinning to himself, Rez eased off the gas pedal a little and let himself merge back behind a semi. Yes. He could wait a little bit longer.

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Looking over his shoulder out the window of Sergeant Anderson's car, John frowned as he watched a light blue Chevy S10 slide out of view behind an 18 wheeler, the trailer marked Wal-Mart.

"Sergeant Anderson... I think we're being shadowed... I'm certain I've seen that blue S10 four times no-"

"Geeze! Will you frag it with all the conspiracy theories!? Of course your being followed... we're on an interstate highway... And just how many freakin trucks have we seen since we got in this hick state." Sergeant Anderson replied quickly as she swerved right quickly, cutting off a white Ford F150 and passing a silvery Dodge.

"But Sergeant Ander-" once again Heagy was cut short as his fellow soldier swerved left in front of a semi. John felt a few beads of sweat drip from his brow. Just why had Sergeant Mackallen insisted that Sergeant Anderson drive him? He briefly wondered if his remains would be buried or cremated.

"Will you knock off the military crap already? We're off duty now and your supposed to be on vacation. Loosen up a little!"

"Yes Sergeant!" John replied crisply as he straightened in his seat.

Erin Anderson let out a long sigh as she glanced at her fellow opperative. Apparently basic training and Saber School hadn't wore off yet. Though from what she had read on John's profile she could sort of understand why the young soldier threw his life into the orginization. Ugr. Great, now he was reading the TM to an M1A2 SEPS. Again. It was going to be a long week.

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The pair had been relatively easy to follow along on the highway. The girl's aggressive driving would have been easy to watch out for a kilometer away. Rez smiled to himself as the car pulled off the highway and rode through a small town. The ride gave him time to think about his life a little.

Life had been fun when he was a Spetsnaz GRU. Life had been fun when he worked for the KGB too. The money hadn't been the best, but you could always earn a little extra off the Black Market if you had to. After volunteering for the human enhancement program, they had said he was mentally unstable. Of course he did kill his commanding officers, but oh well. They were ugly pigs anyway. After that he had discovered that there were always people willing to pay large amounts of cash for people like him. Imagine, people willing to pay such large amounts to make him do something he loved doing anywys. Idiots.

Rez of course had been hired to 'gather' some Americans for Iraq during their war with America. A large amount of hostages might prove to be a good bargaining chips in the future. The pay had been good and the job had seemed easy at the time. Hijack a plane full of Americans and hold them in Lebanon to be shipped out to Iraq. Of course there had been heroes among the hostages and they had been killed early on. At first he'd looked over that boy, the boy was unusually quiet and never seemed to step into the foreground.

Oh had he been wrong though. It'd been after about two weeks of captivity that he'd allowed his men to pick out a few girls to 'relax' with. Of course that been when Heagy had showed he had a surprising talent for fighting. Rez let a slow grin form as he thought about what had happened next. While lacking any weapons and weak from lack of food and water, the kid had still managed to put up a good scuffle.

Tackling the nearest man, Heagy had driven his thumbs into the mans eyes with a savage expression that reminded Rez of himself. Heh. Wouldn't that piss the kid off to hear that. Still, the boy had managed to cripple or injure three guards before Rez stepped in. One of his men would never be able to see again, so Rez put him out of his misery. The man whose thumb the kid bit off had his wound cartarized by Rez personally. The final man only ended up broken leg. Rez made sure he learned his lesson after he broke his other leg.

The fun had started after that. While the kid was in shape, he was still by no means immune to pain. After a week of burns, cuts, lacerations, and broken bones, the kid still had that look in his eyes. Like the eyes of a wolf hunting it's prey. And that pissed Rez off more than anything.

Swerving roughly, Rez avoided a teenager in a red mustang. Of course before Rez had a chance to break te kid, SABRE opperatives had managed to pinpoint his location and raid his camp. He'd lost alot of money in that deal. But soon. So soon.

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"So this is where our little farm boy grew up?" Sergeant Anderson smiled a little as she stepped out of the car.

"Yes sergeant..." John however slumped out of the vehicle, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he silently thanked God for letting him survive.

Looking around the area slowly, John took a deep breath as he walked towards the house slowly. It was almost 1900 hrs. Meaning his parents were due back home any minute now.

"Sergeant. My parents should be coming home from their weekly resupply trip. ETA is roughly twenty more minutes at their usual standard. There are howev-" A loud gunshot scared a group of birds from the nearby pine trees as Heagy fell to the ground with a yell of pain, clutching the gaping hole in his left shoulder.

"My my my... isn't this touching. My little jundi is having a homecoming and I wasn't invited? I'm hurt." Rez stepped out from around the corner of the neighboring house slowly, his Desert Eagle trained on Erin as he stepped forward slowly, "Drop your weapon bitch."

Narrowing her eyes, Erin slowly drew her HK USP 40 and tossed it to the ground as Rez touched her cheek with his hand, "Thank you my dear." then knocked her out with the grip of his heavy handgun to her temple.

Walking over to Heagy and knelt down and pulled a Kimber Model 1911 Custom from the boy's butterfly holster, "Surely this can't be your only weapon Johnny... let's see..." then reaching down near the middle of John's waist he drew a Glock 19 and tossed it to the side as well, "That's my boy."

"You... bastard..." John muttered out harshly as he glared up at muscular man.

Chuckling loudly, Rez roughly kicked the young man in the ribs with his steel toed boots, taking no small amount of satisfaction when he felt a couple of the young man's ribs pop.

"Now now jundi. Don't worry... I'm gonna kill you last. Your little squad mate here will go first, then your family. When I get done playing with her first of course." Rez laughed aloud as he drew his knife and knelt down next to John. Pressing the blade against John's left cheek roughly, he cut a nasty gash running across the young man's cheek, "Don't worry though... after I'm done you'll get to die to."

Flinching a little, John tried to curl up on his side. His wound was serious and was certain to lead to shock and potential risk if left untreated. He was fairly certain at least two of his ribs were broken but no vitals punctured, so it shouldn't affect in any way how he was going to carry out his objective. 'Licking your lips before the kill... something only a second rate soldier does... or a maniac.'

So intent was Rez on Erin, that he never noticed John rolling onto his stomach and drawing a small flashbang grenade from his pocket. "She's not to bad looking. A bit small up top but you take what you can get, eh jundi?"

With a loud grunt, John rolled over onto his back and used the momentum to aid in his throw, lobbing the small grenade in between Rez and Erin. Rez looked started at first and let out a shout right before the grenade exploded in a blinding flash of light.

With a growl Rez dropped his knife and brought up his Desert Eagle and begin firing in the direction John had been laying. The heavy .50 Action Express rounds tore large patches of grass from the lawn and sent dirt flying everywhere.

Reacting immediately after throwing the grenade, John continued to roll to the side to his fallen Kimber .45 and quickly scooped it up. Ignoring the stabbing pain in his side and the blinding pain in his left shoulder, John took a quick aim on Rez with his good arm and squeezed off a round quickly.

The .45 slug caught Rez in his left hip and grazed him roughly, spinning him around some before his leg went numb and caused him to take a knee. Growling as his vision cleared, Rez quickly focused in on John and dropped to the ground just in time to avoid taking a slug to the chest.

Rolling back onto his feet, Rez threw his Desert Eagle at John's hand. Not expecting an attack like this, Rez managed to knock John's 1911 off to the side before he charged foward and tackled the smaller framed young man.

Grinning a little, Rez begin to punch John in the face roughly. A gunshot suddenly caused him to stop and slowly glare over his shoulder. Sergeant Erin Anderson stood with her HK USP 40 leveled on him carefully now.

"All right... all right... I give up." Rez said calmly as he slowly stood up and raised both of his hands onto his head. He broke into a grin as John slowly started to rise, coughing up a mouthfull of blood, "I got a little careless this time Johnny... but next time I'll just take out your family and little girlfriend easily."

Reaching over to the side and grabbing his Glock 19 as he slowly pushed to his feet, John narrowed his eyes on Rez with a look that scared Erin. Rez recognized the look immediately. 'Those same eyes...' "Hey! I surrendered! Your supposed to be the good guys! You can't kill a prisoner!" smirking a little, Rez calmed down a bit, "Besides... I think your bluffing... oh well.... jundi, I won't go after your family first... I'll go after yo-"

"No... you won't." John stated in a near monotone voice before he squeezed the trigger of his Glock 19. The first fragmentation round tore through Rez's midsection, causing the man to gasp mutely in shock. The second fragmentation 9mm round impacted in his chest, obliterating his heart before tearing out his back.

Watching Rez fall to the ground lifelessly, John slowly realized the warm liquid running down his left arm hadn't stopped and he was becoming acutely more aware of how weak he felt. He could see Erin running towards him before he saw the dusk sky followed by darkness.

**********

2 weeks later
Somewhere in Arkansas
Umbrela Research Facility-

Rez sit up sharply with a gasp and immediately took note of his surroundings. A hospital of some kind. Looking around slowly he realized he couldn't identify the bluish liquid hooked up to his IV. Frowning, Rez quickly tore open his shirt and looked at his chest, "What the f-"

"Ah... Mr. Romanav... I see you are awake." a voice came out from over an intercom.

"Just what the hell is going on here? Where am I?" Rez snapped out angrily as he stood up, ignoring the numbness in his legs for putting up a good show of force.

"What is going on here is that we are saving your life Mr. Romanav. You are currently in an underground facility in Arkansas." the voice replied in a calm manner.

"Just who the hell you think you are?"

"Why I am nothing more an a mere businessman, like yourself sir. I work for the Umbrella Corperation and you may call me Mr. Smith."

"Alright Smithy... just what does a medical company want with someone like myself?" Rez snapped out angrilly.

"Why... your talents of course." there was a long pause over the intercom, "Research volunteers are so hard to find these days Mr. Romanav."

Smirking a little, Rez flipped off the speaker, "And you want me to 'volunteer' people... right?"

His Desert Eagle suddedenly rose out of the floor on a steel pedastal, "Correct sir."

"Well I don't take kindly to being used... so what if I refuse?" Rez grabbed his handgun and took aim at the speaker with a grin.

"Then we withhold the anti-virus and you end up like them..." a door suddenly opened behind Rez and three sickly looking men being shambling towards him. Their flesh appeared to be cold and clammy, looking almost as if it were decaying. One of the men had blood smeared around his mouth and teeth. Another man let out a soft moan as he begin reaching out towards Rez.

"The fu-?!" Rez looked started for a moment as he took aim on one of the men, putting two rounds in the man's chest with almost no reaction as the heavy .50 AE round tore chunks of rotting flesh away from his midsection. This was something out of a late night horror flick. Zombies?! Taking carefull aim on the nearest man's face, he squeezed off another round at the man's head.

The first zombie's head exploded like an over ripe melon and the corpse fell to the ground, lifeless for a second time. "So... headshots huh?" Rez looked a bit more relaxed as he grinned and quickly elimanted the second two with quick headshots.

"You see Mr. Romanav. The T-virus reanimates dead cells... such as your own. Without the anti-virus however... the process is incomplete and you end up like them. A corpse with nothing but the basic survival instinct... the instinct to eat. Think about it Mr. Romanav. We are offering to pay you well for your services and provide you with the anti-virus."

"Money and the keys to death's doors itself..." Rez's grin could have scared death himself away as he looked up at the speaker, "Where do I sign up?"