G. I. Joe Fan Fiction / Resident Evil Series Fan Fiction ❯ Unsung Heroes: Mission Zero ❯ Chapter One ( Chapter 1 )

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Unsung Heroes: Mission Zero

Chapter One

Slowing his Cherokee a bit, Edwin Steen pulled the map up to rest on the steering wheel and quickly glanced down at it, the interior light feebly illuminating the crisscrossing lines on the page. Sighing in frustration, he squinted through the windshield hoping to see something that would give him a better indication of where he was. It seemed like he had been traveling on that empty dark road for hours, but he knew that it could not have been more than one at the most. Hitting a small pocket of dense fog, the dark-haired man slowed the Jeep a little bit more. Edwin had already had one near miss with a deer after hitting one such pocket and he was reluctant to tempt fate again. Pushing the map to the side, he turned his attention back to the blackened road before him.

Billy Coen hated fog. He hated fog almost as much as he hated forests and mansions and anything else that brought to mind the least association with Umbrella Corporation. He had been on the run from them for several years now, and had almost seemed to get clear of them entirely. That was, of course, until he had gotten a phone call from Rebecca. How she had found him after so long, he wasn't certain, and he hadn't really had a chance to ask, because somehow, Umbrella had found him again. So he had started running, but this was not like the other times. He was a known entity to Umbrella, it seemed; and apparently enough of a threat for them to send one of their B.O.W.s after him, one of their bigger B.O.W.s. - the Tyrant class.

He had only encountered the Tyrant once so far, and bore the marks of the encounter. There were several gashes in his chest and hip, the best he had been able to manage in the process of avoiding the creature's deadly claws. He was swearing softly, his strength rapidly running out as the glare of headlights in the fog blinded him.

Reaching for his cell phone in the console next to him, Edwin glanced down momentarily as he flipped it open. He did not expect to get a signal, so he was not too disappointed when he didn't. Since he had turned on to the road, he had been unable to call out, figuring that wherever he was, it was in a dead spot, a thought that did not make him comfortable at all. Dropping the cell back into the console, Edwin looked up just in time to see a human-like silhouette on the road, illuminated by his headlights. "Shit!" The rare expletive left the dark-eyed man's lips as he sharply turned the steering wheel and hit the brakes.

Billy threw an arm across his eyes at the glare, throwing himself to the side as the vehicle rapidly got closer. Hitting the ground sent lances of pain through him that made him cry out, and he gritted his teeth as he felt himself roll into a small ditch near the road, unable to pull himself out of it. `Fuck . . . on your feet, on your feet! You don't know who this is!' his brain screamed at him, although his body wouldn't obey.

The Cherokee slid a bit on the slick asphalt, turning slightly before going off the road and finally stopping on the shoulder. His heart hammering in his chest, Edwin quickly put the vehicle in park as it came to a stop. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. He had only just started to draw the second breath when he remembered the vague man-shaped form in the fog. His dark eyes snapping open behind his glasses, the brunette quickly unhooked the seatbelt and opened the door.

Hopping down from the vehicle, Edwin opened up the back passenger door and quickly located the flashlight and emergency first aid kit that he kept under the seat. Switching on the flashlight, he jogged back up the road a bit casting about with the light.

Billy heard the vehicle as it skidded to a stop, and heard a door open and close. Partially hidden in the ditch, bleeding, aching and generally miserable, he tried again to force himself to his feet. He made it as far as his knees when the flashlight's beam glanced across his face, sending pain stabbing into his brain again and he toppled forward, his torso on the road, his legs still in the ditch.

Edwin swore again, this time much more softly as he rushed over to where he had seen the man fall. `God, I can't believe I hit him! I thought I missed him!' Dropping down to his knees on the damp ground next to the man, Edwin quickly flicked the flashlight over the fallen man's body, quickly taking stock of his injuries with his trained eye. Setting the first aid kit down on the ground, he reached to roll the other man over as gently as he could.

A softer cry escaped Billy as he felt hands on him, rolling him over onto his back, the awkward positioning of where he had fallen pulling at his gashes, making them bleed and ache even more.

“Sorry,” Edwin bit his lip at the cry, once again using the flashlight to flick over the man's upper body and face. “Damn . . .” The medic pushed his glasses back up on his nose before moving to open the first aid kit. “Just lie still.”

"No . . . time . . .” Billy's voice was hoarse with pain, but his tone was firm. "Can't . . . stay here . . ."

“I know. You need to get to a hospital. Just try to stay calm for a few minutes, okay? I'm going to bandage some of this up and then we'll see about getting you to a doctor.” Edwin reached into the first aid kit, wishing that he'd had the forethought to grab his field med kit which was stored in the back of the Jeep along with his uniform and other luggage.

"No . . . no hospital . . . we can't stay here . . ." Billy said again, trying to sit up. Internally, the injured man was swearing a blue streak, frustrated that he couldn't explain to the other man about the creature that was pursuing him, one that might break out of the fog any moment. His ears were trained on the sounds around them, his eyes tracking the fog for any signs of movement.

Edwin lightly put his hand on the other man's chest as he gently tried to push him back down. “Look, I know you're confused and hurt but it's going to be okay. Just lay back down. It'll only take a few minutes. I promise.”

Billy's strength gave out on him as abruptly as he had gathered it and he slumped back some. "No . . . time . . .” he groaned.

Edwin frowned as he put his fingers to the man's neck to check his pulse. Despite the man's injuries and apparent disorientation, his pulse was relatively strong and steady. Satisfied, the dark-haired man once again started to work on the worst of the injuries. “You're gonna be okay. I'm an emergency med tech.”

Nodding, Billy said nothing, but trained his hearing on their surroundings. In spite of the fog, there should have been wildlife sounds, other vehicles . . . something. But there was nothing but silence. Then, the distant sound of breaking branches; it was an unnatural sound, and one he had become all too familiar with. 'Oh shit . . . no! Not now!' Billy took a shuddering breath and replied. "We have to leave . . . now . . ."

“You're in shock, just try to calm down.” Edwin tried to soothe the man as he dabbed at one of the bleeding wounds, cleaning the dark blood away. “Just let me get you stabilized a little bit and then we'll find the closest hospital.” The medic was intent on his work, oblivious to just about everything.

"You . . . don't understand . . .” Billy was ready to try and threaten the well-meaning man if necessary, when he heard a sound that sat somewhere between a roar and a howl and felt his blood run cold. The Tyrant had found his scent again; and judging from the volume of the sound, it was not far away either.

“What the hell?” Edwin felt the hairs on the back of his neck rise as his head snapped up at the sound. The medic's dark eyes glanced around nervously. `Great, just what we need - coyotes or feral dogs.' He didn't even have time to debate on what he should do before the sound was repeated, this time sending a shiver down his spine.

Billy was struggling to get to his feet again, swearing as his hand went questing for his gun. He found it not far from where he had fallen, and managed to roll onto his side, facing what he hoped was the direction of the noise. "We have to go . . . now . . . right now . . ." he hissed out between clenched teeth, trying to fight against the instinct that wanted to pass out.

Edwin finally noticed the eerie quiet stillness that had fallen, his chocolate brown eyes once again darting to the woods around them. The faint glow of the flashlight did nothing to illuminate the area which only made his feeling of dread grow. The medic almost jumped out of his skin when another branch crunched on the ground, the sound almost booming in the dark silence. Momentarily forgetting the man's injuries, Edwin could only think of one thing - that whatever was out there wasn't something that he wanted to meet up with. He didn't know why, but all he could feel was impending danger. Leaving the first aid kit on the ground, he moved to slip his arm around his injured companion. “C'mon, my vehicle isn't far away.”

Billy nodded and relaxed only slightly now that the medic seemed to understand the severity of the situation. The sound of heavy footsteps was getting closer and he knew the Tyrant was only biding its time. It was much faster than the zombies he had dealt with on numerous occasions before; and this particular Tyrant seemed to be smarter than the others he had encountered in the past as well.

Edwin helped the man to his feet, his eyes widening slightly as they caught the faint gleam of the gun in his hand. The medic was really nervous now; he had never even thought to check the man for weapons. But as the sound of something approaching them grew louder, he found that despite his dislike for them, he was glad that the man had it. Letting the injured man lean against him, he maneuvered them away from the ditch and back towards the Jeep, the vehicle still running and the back passenger door open, the interior light shinning like a beacon in the eerie darkness.

Content to let Edwin lead them for the moment, Billy didn't once take his eyes off the fog, his gun held firmly in hand. The fresh course of adrenaline flooding through his system had washed away any threat of blackouts for the moment, and he was glad for that, too. Especially when he heard that hungry roar again, sounding like it was practically on top of them.

“Jesus H. Christ! What the hell was that?” Edwin couldn't help shivering once again at the sound and he picked up the pace, practically dragging the man to the waiting vehicle. He all but pushed his companion into the back seat before hurriedly slamming the door and climbing into the driver's seat. Pulling the door closed, he slammed his hand down on the auto-lock, effectively locking all the doors before putting the Jeep in drive and jamming his foot down on the gas pedal. The Cherokee's tires squealed a little, sending bits of pebbles and dirt into the air as Edwin turned the vehicle back onto the road.

"Tyrant . . ." Billy breathed, his eyes darting to the rear view mirror, another roar practically rattling the windows of the Jeep. "Just drive . . ."

“As fast as I can . . .” Edwin gave the vehicle more gas, not caring one bit about speed limits or what such jolting acceleration might be doing to his transmission. Keeping his dark eyes on the misty road ahead, the medic chanced a quick glance out of the rear view mirror; although he wasn't sure he wanted to see what had made such a sound.

He could see nothing but a dark, humanoid shape behind them, bobbing up and down slightly as the creature was presumably pursuing them. Billy reached for his seatbelt, loosened it, and started to roll down the window. "Whatever you do . . . keep driving . . ." he murmured, turning in the seat to lean out the window.

“What are you going to do?” Edwin asked; his dark brows quirking together as he glanced at his passenger in the mirror while he unconsciously gave the Jeep a bit more gas.

"Try to slow the son of a bitch down . . ." Billy replied; his voice tight with pain as he leaned out the window and drew a bead on the massive figure that didn't seem to be losing ground.

The medic nodded his head slightly, his eyes once more on the road in front of them. Seconds later, shots rang out as Billy pulled the trigger. One, two, three. The staccato bursts of sound echoed in the interior of the vehicle, with the recoil sending new shocks of pain through Billy, but he didn't notice. The Tyrant behind them howled in pain or anger, Billy couldn't tell which. He fired again, and was rewarded when the dark figure seemed to shrink a little in the taillights. 'Please, please let me have actually hurt it . . . I need a goddamned rocket launcher.'

Edwin couldn't help wincing at each shot. Despite his years in the military, the medic never could resign himself to the sound of weapon's fire. Although he disliked guns, Edwin did have one, but only because he was required to. The only time it was taken from its locked storage box and fired was his yearly marksmanship test - another requirement of his service. Glancing up briefly to look in the rearview mirror, Edwin allowed himself a small sigh of relief as the misshapen form seemed to fall away behind them. Billy slumped a little against the frame of the door, shifting back into the cab again. "I think I slowed it down . . ."

“Look, Mister, I don't know what's going on and I'm not altogether sure I want to, but just who the hell are you and what the hell is going on? What was that thing?” Edwin's usual mild manner was gone, the questions rushing out of him in a tone that was quite unlike him, and mostly due to the cold hand of fear that still gripped him. While he wanted to stop the Jeep so that he could turn and look at the man as he answered him, the medic instead kept his eyes on the road, only glancing momentarily in the mirror at his passenger.

"That thing is called a Tyrant . . . it's an experimental bio-weapon, also called a B.O.W." Billy replied wearily, slumping in his seat as he kept an eye on the rearview mirror. "It's been following me for a few days now."

Edwin's hands tightened on the steering wheel, one word popping into his mind immediately - Cobra. `Great. I've picked up a Cobra agent' His dark eyes once again glanced up at the mirror, momentarily scrutinizing the man behind him. `The only plus is that he's injured, but he does have a weapon and might have more.' Edwin didn't like the train of thought that he found himself taking. `Okay, Lifeline, he doesn't know who you are so that's a point in your favor. Maybe if I keep him talking I can find out more, at least until I can get someplace where I can get in touch with Joe Headquarters' “Okay . . .” Edwin tried to keep his tone as level as possible. “And you are?”

"L . . . Coen. Billy Coen," was the weary reply as the man flicked on the safety of his weapon and slumped further back into the seat, swearing at himself again. He had almost let his former rank slip out, a mistake of habit that he couldn't afford to make. Using his own name was risky enough, but he figured if the medic somehow knew about him, he wouldn't expect a convict on the run to use his actual name.

Lifeline didn't miss the hesitation in the man's answer. “I'm Edwin - Edwin Steen.” He had thought of giving the man a false name, but had decided against it since the Jeep's registration and his driver's license all bore his real name. Plus it was very unlikely that the man would recognize it - the real names of the G.I. Joe team were a closely guarded secret to protect not only them, but their families as well.

"Nice t'meet you," Billy said, the response more mechanical than sincere at that point, turning around to glance out the rear window again, still nervous that the Tyrant might still be following them.

Edwin glanced up in the mirror at Billy. “So Billy Coen, how did you get out here with something like that on your tail?”

"I found out about things the public isn't supposed to know about," Billy said simply. "That Tyrant was sent to make sure I couldn't tell anybody."

“What are you, like a spy or something? C.I.A., F.B.I.?”

Before Billy could answer, something slammed into the side of the Jeep, throwing him off the seat and onto the floorboard between the back seat and the front. He landed with a yelp. Edwin grunted as he was thrown back against the seat, his hands tightening on the steering wheel, turning it frantically to keep the vehicle on the road. Hauling himself forcefully back into the seat and gritting his teeth with renewed pain, Billy had just a moment to glimpse the Tyrant as it rammed into the vehicle again. In the few seconds he had before he was knocked to the floorboard once more, he saw that his shots had done damage but had not come close to fatally wounding the creature.

Lifeline tried in vain to keep the Jeep on the road as it was hit. All it took was a less than ten second glance at the passenger side of the vehicle to make the bile rise in his throat as he got his first true glimpse at what Billy had called a Tyrant. The creature Edwin saw in the window had once been human, that was easy to see, even though its skin had a grayish, corpse-like cast to it. Growing out of the right side of its chest, and up and over its right shoulder, was a tumor-like growth that pulsed regularly, like a massive heart. The creature was built vaguely like a male; and though it was unclothed, there were no signs of any external genitalia that would indicate for sure. But that wasn't the Tyrant's oddest feature. That particular award went to a massively oversized arm, which ended in elongated, fingerlike claws.

With another roar, the creature slammed into the side of the Jeep again, sending it off the road where it spun around, the vehicle's frame groaning in protest. Billy's head cracked against the side of the passenger's door at the impact, throwing up stars in his vision as he moaned. He lost his grip on his gun for only a moment, his hand scrambling to find it as he tried not to think about the Tyrant, and let his brain shift to complete auto-pilot.

It only took a moment for Edwin to get his wits back as he drove his foot down on the gas pedal, the Jeep lurching forward as the tires squealed before the vehicle peeled out as if it were in a drag race. Billy forced himself back into the seat, pleased when he saw that the sudden start had confused the Tyrant, though only momentarily. It lurched toward them at a run.

`Never thought racing dune buggies in the desert with Dusty and Clutch would actually be useful.' Lifeline kept his foot on the gas as the Cherokee shot down the road, glancing in the mirror briefly at Billy. “I thought you killed it.”

"No . . . just slowed it down . . . " Billy replied through gritted teeth as he leaned out the window again, steeling himself as he saw the Tyrant barreling down on them again. All it would take, he knew, were a few well-placed shots to drop the creature, but those shots would be hard to come by.

His gun rang out once.

Twice.

Three times.

The third shot slammed into the tumor-like growth protruding from the Tyrant's shoulder, with the first two finding homes in its chest and head. With a loud roar, the creature died, but momentum continued to carry it into the Jeep, and the Tyrant slammed hard into the vehicle. The resulting deadweight was more than enough to knock the Cherokee off-balance, causing it to roll over onto its side, then upside down, throwing Billy around like a pebble in a cement mixer.

Edwin cried out as the vehicle rolled, his seatbelt pulling tightly against his chest and pinning him to the seat. As the Jeep came to a rest on its roof, the airbag in the steering wheel exploded outward, knocking the medic's glasses from his face.

A few minutes passed, the only sound the Jeep's engine, which despite the damage the vehicle had taken was still running before the airbag began to deflate. Scrabbling for the ignition, Edwin turned it off, leaving the two men in silence and darkness. “Coen?” Lifeline's voice was soft. “You still back there?”

A groan was the only response.

“C'mon, talk to me.” Edwin's eyes darted around nervously, his voice still low, afraid to draw the Tyrant's attention to them.

There was another low groan before Billy's voice floated back to Edwin. "If that fucker's . . . not dead . . . I'm going to strangle it . . ." he growled from where he was laying on the ceiling of the Jeep, hurting in more places than he could readily count.

“Where do you think it is?” Lifeline's voice dropped even further until it was just above a whisper.

Shifting very slowly, Billy looked out the window. He could see the Tyrant, laying only a few feet away, facedown in a pool of its own blood, its outstretched claw nearly touching the glass a few inches from his nose. "Dead . . ."

Edwin closed his dark eyes for a moment, letting out a shuddering breath of relief. His heart was hammering in his chest, and he took several deep breaths before he reopened his eyes. “Are you okay?”

"All things considered, peachy keen . . ."

The medic couldn't help the very faint smile that tugged at his mouth as he reached to release the seatbelt. Once free, Edwin slid down to the roof of the overturned vehicle, settling next to the other brunette.

Billy was lying on his stomach, trying to ignore the throbbing that seemed to have turned into a head to toe ache. But as he heard Edwin settle next to him, he turned his head toward the other man in the darkness. Edwin closed his eyes and leaned his head back against the interior of the Jeep while he took a few breaths, the adrenaline in his system still causing his heart to race in his chest.

"We . . . need to get moving . . . leave the Jeep behind if we have to . . . they'll come looking for it . . ."

Lifeline slowly nodded his head. “Just give me a minute okay? It's not every day that my life flashes before my eyes.”

"Sure . . . " The voice was soft as Billy felt the adrenaline that had been coursing through him in waves finally start to recede, leaving a bone-deep weariness in its place.

Edwin slowly opened his eyes as his head slid forward. “Look, I don't know what you're mixed up in, but we need to report this to somebody. Local police . . . somebody.”

"Yeah, sure, Doc; and what do you say? Hey, Officer, I just got chased down the road by a seven-foot tall creature that looks like Frankenstein on steroids. Trust me. They'd have us locked up in a padded cell so fast it'd make your head spin . . .”

Lifeline made a slight face at Billy in the dark. “And somebody stumbling across an overturned vehicle with that - that thing,” the medic gestured towards the outside road where the Tyrant's body was; “isn't going to raise some eyebrows?”

"Not once the clean-up crew gets here . . ." Billy said wearily. "They'll get rid of both the Jeep and the Tyrant, erase any traces . . . including witnesses, if they can find them."

“So what are we supposed to do? I don't know about you, but I'm supposed to be somewhere and if I don't show up, people will definitely notice.”

"For the moment, we get the hell outta Dodge. We don't wanna be here when that clean-up crew shows . . . beyond that . . . " Billy said, his voice catching as he shifted to his knees, "I don't know . . . " Fatigue was catching up with him, making his movements sluggish, only the lingering sense of urgency to be away before Umbrella caught up with him kept him trying to move.

Edwin turned and reached behind him into the jumble that had been the Jeep's storage area. “I don't know what's around this area. I haven't been up here before.” Working on touch alone, he quickly located the large duffel bag that contained his Joe uniform, field med kit and weapon storage box. Pulling the bag over the seat, he settled it between himself and Billy and unzipped it. After feeling around for a few moments, he pulled out what he had been searching for - his spare pair of glasses. Opening the hard shell case, he quickly settled the metal frames on his face.

"Let's . . . just go . . ."

“We might want to take anything useful with us.” Edwin sat forward a bit, his hands feeling around on the roof of the jeep. “I had a cell phone if I can find it.”

"Yeah . . . okay . . ."

Leaving Edwin to search for what he could, Billy tried the doors. The driver's rear door was jammed shut by the abuse the Cherokee had taken, but the passenger's side opened without too much difficulty and Billy crawled out of the vehicle, collapsing outside as soon as he was free of it.

Edwin blindly searched what was now the floor of the vehicle for the phone but with no luck. With a defeated sigh, he turned his attention back to the storage area, feeling around in the darkness for what he sought. After a few minutes, he was stowing away several bottles of water into the duffel bag next to him. Crawling back over to the front of the Jeep, he opened the glove box, the items within falling to the floor. It took him another quick search to locate the small folder containing the vehicle's registration and insurance information. This he tossed behind him into the duffel. `No point in making it any easier for whoever they are.' He also took a few moments to find the map that he had been using and added that to the bag as well.

Patting the pockets of the light jacket that he was wearing, Edwin made sure that his wallet was still with him before zipping the duffel bag back up and sliding out of the Jeep to join Billy. If not for the faint illumination of the headlights, which were still on, Lifeline would have landed on the prone man. “Billy?” The medic knelt down next to the wounded man.

"I'll . . . be fine . . ." Billy replied, pushing himself back up until he could get to his knees. "Just . . . gimme a sec . . ." He had reopened one of his wounds, he could feel it. But that lingering sense of urgency drove him on, just as it had been driving him for the last twenty-four hours. It sent him pushing himself well beyond his limits, and now that there was another person to worry about, it was only screaming at him more loudly. But for all his physical endurance, and all his strength, Billy was just about at the end of his rope.

Edwin nodded his head slowly, his dark eyes traveling over the other man and taking in his near exhausted state. He was about to suggest that they rest there for a bit so that he could take care of Billy's injuries but then his eyes flicked to the body of the creature that had pursued them and he couldn't help but shudder and reconsider. Unzipping the duffel bag, he reached in and took out one of the bottles of water and opened it. “Here, take a few sips.” Lifeline said as he held the bottle out to Billy.

Taking the bottle in a hand that trembled only slightly, Billy nodded his thanks and took a swallow. The water was warm, but tasted like heaven after running so long. "Since we came from opposite directions, I'll ask you. Are there any little motels or anything back the way you came? Somewhere we can hide out and maybe patch me up?" He asked quietly.

The medic thought for a moment before nodding his head. “Before I turned off the main highway and got lost, yeah I think I remember seeing a couple.”

“How far back, do you figure?”

Lifeline sighed, “I don't know maybe an hour back or so. I'm not really sure; I kind of lost track of time once I got on this road, but it'll be a bit of a hike on foot anyway.”

Billy nodded, taking a final sip from the water bottle and handing it back to Edwin before forcing himself to his feet. He wavered a little, then exhaled a soft breath and let his hand drop to one of the deeper gashes in his hip, pressing his jeans more tightly to it, trying to let the denim staunch the bleeding again. "Then let's get going."

“Wait a minute.” Edwin recapped the bottle and tossed it back into the duffel before reaching in and pulling out his field med kit. Flipping it open, he took out a large package of gauze. “At least let me do something about that,” he said motioning to crimson stain on Billy's hip. “Getting somewhere safe won't do you any good if you bleed to death before you get there.” Lifeline rose to his feet.

Billy almost protested, but caught himself and nodded; Edwin was right, and he knew it. The Tyrant wasn't chasing him anymore, and in the stillness, it would be easy to hear anyone or anything approaching long before it reached them. "All right . . ."

Tearing open the package, the medic removed the large rectangle of gauze. Reaching out, he lifted the hem of Billy's shirt and pushed aside the tattered denim, swearing softly as the wound was revealed in the dim light. Pressing the gauze to the glistening darkness, he held it with one hand while kneeling down to retrieve a roll of tape from the kit. It only took him a few moments to quickly secure the makeshift bandage to his satisfaction. Replacing the tape, he stowed the kit back in the bag and zipped it up. Settling the olive green canvas on his shoulder, he turned back to the other man. “All set.”

Billy hadn't made a sound while Edwin was working, save a soft hiss when the gauze had been pressed into place. He put his hand protectively over the bandage and nodded. "We'll keep off the road, but near it. I'd rather not be seen if Umbrella comes in the same direction you did . . ."

“Gotcha.” Lifeline adjusted the duffel a little before starting towards the woods that edged the road.