Change of Plans (part 1)

The room ahead of them was small. A simple rectangular room with the wall on their right being a window. Past the window, it displayed a small arena-like area. The room they were in was high up giving Cara and her team an overview display of a simulated and very realistic looking area that seemingly depicted a small village.

Cara's head tilted the moment she noticed the hoards of undead down there. She lowered her weapon and studied the area. This structure of the houses and barn. The large firepit, the church, and the watchtower. Cara has heard of this area, "That's impossible," she thought out loud.

Carlos, Kyle, Todd, and Tucker all entered the small room behind her and froze up at the sight of the countless number of zombies far below them in the fabricated village. Kyle stood next to Cara, "That's a lot of zombies," he admitted.

"No, That's the most possible part..." she spoke with a tone that sounded as if she was seconds away from feeling ill. She casually gestured at the area beneath them through the glass, "This space is an exact replica of the village that Agent Kennedy had reported in the Las Plagas report."

Todd stood next to her and spoke with confusion, "Well, what makes it impossible?"

Cara glanced at Todd. The look in her eyes showed true fear and shock, "That calendar..."

She really did not need to say much to let Todd understand what she fearing. His eyes widened at the thought of the Las Plagas outbreak being a planned outbreak six years after the demise of Umbrella. His eyes then looked to the replicated area and crossed his arms in thought.

Carlos spoke up, "Mind letting the whole class know what you're talking about?" Carlos rested leaning against the glass display wall, as he glared at Cara and Todd.

Todd looked at Carlos and chose to let them all in on the knowledge, much to Cara's vexation, "When I and the captain were snooping at the offices, she came across a calendar that marked off on October of 89. If that is accurate, then how do they know of the village that was infected by the Las Plaga, fifteen years before it even happened?"

Tucker, Claros, and kyle both stood there, unsure of what to even say to such a unique situation. Cara placed her hand against the glass as she watched the zombies travel and huddle, "It means that this outbreak was planned, even if it wasn't them who did it. They saw it coming."

They all stood there in silence as they took this thought in. Tucker took this moment to check his ammunition and how much he had left on him. He did not kill much back at the halls. there was not much there to put down.

Carlos gave a heavy sigh at the thought of Umbrella always being one step ahead. A part of him felt sick at the thought that he once had their symbol on his back during raccoon city. To this day, he still seemed to try to excuse himself, whether it being that he didn't know who they were or that he was using their name to help others and be a hero, but he knew it was more of a merc job than it was a heroic mission.

Cara glanced at Carlos and saw a look of frustration in his eyes as he studied the area underneath them. His eyes then widened at the realization. He stood straight and spoke, "Isn't that Steve?"

The whole team followed the direction of where Carlos' eyes looked. There he was. Steve was on the roof of the house at the far left of the village. He was armed and armored from head to toe. Cara felt as if what he had on him was more than what they did. Cara enjoyed how cocky the boy looked as he aimed at the hoard of undead under him and fired his shotgun. The bodies under fell limp inside the mesh of decaying guts. That must've smelled bad.

Cara took three steps back and barked out, "Step away from the glass, now!" she said as she aimed Chris' Beretta at the display glass, "Tucker, get the rope out. We'll help him take care of everything down there."

She flipped the safety off on the gun as everyone took a step back. Carlos then rushed over closer to Cara, "Cara wait! don-"

BANG!! PEW PEW PEW!!

Carlos immediately recoiled for cover as the bullet quickly ricocheted all around the small room. quickly after, so did the rest of the team. Once they all stopped hearing the bullet scatter the room, Cara quickly put her pistol's safety lock back on, as Carlos gripped her by the arm and shouted, "The hell is your problem, Amber!? That window is tempered glass!! A nine-millimeter would bounce right off that fucker!.. One of us could have gotten hit from that!"

The look on Cara's face showed that she was not used to being scolded at, especially when the person scolding her was this loud. Her mouth was left agape as her eyes started to well up from the sudden shock, she understood the mistake she made the moment she had fired. Dealing with Carlos and how suddenly violent he was scared her.

The look of anger and frustration that Carlos held, quickly simmered and calmed down the moment he noticed how scared she looked. His grip on her arm loosened and released and patted her shoulder. He knew who he was. He couldn't stay angry at a cute face like that. She may have been one of the strongest girls he came across but him yelling at her was somehow enough to make her look weaker than a leaf during Fall.

Her gentle lips spoke softly, "I'm sorry... It won't happen again."

The tone in her voice no longer sounded like a captain. she sounded like a scared daughter. it was more and more sense the more he thought on it and he sighed and took a step back, "You're fine, Amber. Just understand that your team matters more than the mission."

She gave a gentle nod and looked at her team. Behind Carlos was her whole team. Every single one of them had a gun pointed at Carlos for snapping at her like that. She quickly, calmly gestured them to lower their arms. She gave them a few fan waves next to her hip and tried to make sure Carlos didn't see her signal them. They all saw her hand signal and calmly lowered their weapons and relaxed a bit.

Cara did not see a team in front of her. she saw something a bit more calming and wholesome.

"Uh... Guys?" Todd said as he focused on Steve.

They all looked at Todd and then at Steve. They were left stunned at the sight of Steve who stood in the crowd of zombies as he took them out with a fire ax one by one. Cara gently shoved Carlos out of the way as she watched him. The four zombies in front of him were protecting him. A genuine meat shield. Steve faced them briefly and they all stood frozen as the bleeding orange eyes of Steve were focused on killing every single one of them.

Cara felt a pit sink in her chest as she thought about the report she was given about this mission, "The description said that there may be a BOW that we have never seen before. They did not tell us that the BOW WAS the target, Steve Burnside."

"What? No! That can't be the case," Todd said as he studied Steve even harder than the rest. He pulled out his scope mount from his pouch and looked through it. It was exactly as it looked. Steve had the eyes of a demon. The eyes of a sentient BOW. The eyes of Albert Wesker. Todd slowly lowered the scope and slipped it back into his pouch. He was left speechless with a look of terror in his eyes, "...He is a BOW."

This newfound fact frustrated Cara. She faced Carlos and presented her hand to him, "Give it."

Carlos looked at her, then her hand and then back at her, "...Give what?"

Cara gestured her again in frustration, "Give me the satellite telephone in your pocket. I need to talk to the lieutenant," She spoke as if she was back to being a captain again. Of course, she spoke like that. She is the captain of this team after all.