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Desperate Times, Extreme Measures « Thread Started on Mar 21, 2009, 9:55am »
July 26th, 1998. 8:05 a.m.
Henri Family Estate, 30 miles southwest of Paris.
Outside the estate of Umbrella's European Branch Director, Christina Henri, a sleek black helicopter flew over the concrete helipad that stood out from the plush and colourful courtyard it was built in, gently lowering itself to the ground and touching down on the concrete ground with a soft thud from the landing rails built underneath it. Christina Henri herself, dressed in her crisp black business suit, long brown hair tied behind her head in a small bun away from her cold white face, watched the process with steely green eyes and briskly walked across the garden towards the helicopter as its engines powered down with a low mechanical whine, her heels clicking against the stone path, and stopped in front of the transport whilst two guards placed a ramp against the entrance securely and slid open the hatch-
-to reveal Lord Oswell E. Spencer himself, dressed in a well-kempt, freshly pressed, black business suit, seated in a wheelchair, cane resting in his lap and his arms placed on the armrests, his hands held up to his face and fingers locked together in thought, with his secretary Laura behind him pushing the wheelchair.
“Greetings, Mr Spencer. I do hope you had a pleasant trip,” Christina greeted politely as Laura slowly pushed Spencer down the ramp.
“Spare me the pleasantries, Miss Henri,” Spencer replied sternly. “Is Colonel McVarian here?”
“Yes. He arrived earlier this morning, stating that it was your express wish that he remain here until you arrived.”
“Good. We best be getting ready.”
With a wave of his hand, Laura pushed Spencer across the stone path of the courtyard over to the back entrance of the large mansion household before him, Christina walking along beside them in silence. As they approached the large glass doors on the extravagantly-crafted and floral decorated oaken porch, the two guards standing on either side of the door both snapped to attention and offered a quick salute to the Umbrella CEO, then pulled open the doors to allow them to walk inside into the lavish glass-walled conservatory. Once they made their way inside, Spencer immediately noticed Colonel Ronald McVarian, one of his most loyal men and oldest friends, head of the USF and Deputy Director to Umbrella's American Division, stand up from one of the leather chairs he was seated in and walk over to them, snapping a sharp salute to Spencer when he stood in front of him.
“At ease Colonel,” Spencer said curtly.
McVarian nodded and stood at ease. “Yes sir. You wished to speak with me, sir?”
“Yes. It concerns the matter of what has transpired in Raccoon City,” Spencer replied, keeping the statement as vague as possible so that the other staff stationed at Director Henri's mansion wouldn't grow suspicious or learn anything that had to be kept it under wraps so that the situation didn't get any worse.
Although, how they were going to accomplish that was beyond even Spencer's intuition because the situation was already far out of control as it was, growing more and more dire with each passing second that went by. Not once in its entire lifetime had the Umbrella Corporation faced something as damning and utterly disastrous as this in their research and expansion, despite the fact that they were all fully aware that, with research such as their's, the event was a rather grim yet truthful possibility and had prepared for the eventuality of its appearance.
The T-Virus had escaped into a populated city.
With the sensitive and dangerous research that they were working on, everyone assigned to or possessing knowledge of Umbrella's BOW projects were well aware of the potential risks that came with it, namely what would happen if the virus managed to escape and spread throughout the environment, and how it would inevitably lead back to Umbrella if they left to spread since that was what it was designed for, which was why Spencer had ensured to cover every possible outcome in establishing the corporation, to make all the necessary preparations should such an event transpire, to cover all the bases to help clear away the problem and to develop all the important safety measures to prevent the infection from spreading any further.
And, out of all the times that the T-Virus inevitably escaped and began to spread in the environment, infecting all forms of life it came into contact with and mutating them into carriers or secondary-BOWs, all of these methods proved successful; the outbreaks were contained, isolated from the public and far away from any large settlements or cities, and the clean-up operations always succeeded, even though there was still casualties, mainly from the USF teams sent in to wipe out the infection. Additionally, with Umbrella's power and influence over the world's political stage, along with their key employees working amongst all the local governments, the head of countries and the UN itself, and the substantial hold they had over all the law agencies and legal forces in all major countries, they were able to make an irrefutable cover-up and explanation to the public as to what had 'actually' happened during the incidents whilst ensuring that no one would investigate the matters further, thus giving Umbrella the opportunity to wipe away any remaining evidence or traces of infection.
Naturally, these procedures and preventative methods applied to all the scenarios that could be attributed towards the chances of the T-Virus escaping, including the current epidemic spreading through Raccoon City; however, these measures could only work if they had the time required to complete them all and, with the rate of infection in the city escalating faster than anyone could have anticipated, time was not a luxury they had. Hence why Spencer had called forth this meeting with Miss Henri and Colonel McVarian. They needed to do whatever they can to keep the infection from spreading further and they needed to desperately do it fast.
Miss Henri, her face set in stone and her eyes hardened, keeping all of her emotions in check and under control, walked off towards one of the doors that led out of the conservatory, gesturing behind her with the wave of a hand for them to follow. She led them through her estate, taking them past many twists and turns through expensive and highly-decorated corridors that displayed priceless commodities, giving Spencer a familiar impression of the way his former estate outside Raccoon City looked like, holding the doors open for them to pass through easily, and took them into the large conference room in the west wing, seating themselves around the large table inside, with Spencer at the head, Laura standing behind him with her hands folded in front of her, Christina seated in the chair next to him and McVarian standing at ease by one of the large windows that overlooked the courtyard.
Once everyone was seated and all attention was fixed on him, Spencer held out his hand behind to Laura, whom pulled out a file from the case she had carried with and handed it to him, which he opened and started to look through.
“As all of you are no doubt aware, we have a large-scale outbreak in progress at Raccoon City; the T-Virus has somehow managed to make it into the city and is spreading like wildfire amongst the population. Approximately, the infection has claimed 40-50% of the people living in the city and the rate of infection is increasing exponentially faster by the hour, and it will only be a matter of time before the infection begins to escape the city into the woods outside its limits,” Spencer explained grimly.
The other members of Umbrella's Executive Board were silent as he spoke, listening intently to everything he said and regarding him with stern, calm expressions, although Spencer could see by the way Christina's chest rose and fell faster with each breath she took, and how McVarian's brow furrowed and the wrinkles deepened on his face that they understood how bad the situation was.
“We need to contain the incident within the city limits, retrieve all the research data from every facility that we have inside the city and wipe away all the evidence of our involvement before the public takes notice of what is happening at Raccoon City and starts demanding answers. We also need to isolate the city, cut off all outside communication to the other towns in the local area and seal off all routes out of the city. With the infection rate this high and still rising, we can't take the risk of someone leaving that city and spreading the T-Virus to other areas. I'll need the two of you to help me take control of this incident and fast, otherwise we may be facing a potential pandemic on our hands,” he stated grimly, pushing the folder across to Christina to have a look at.
Christina took the file and read through it quickly, her eyes skimming across the paper and taking in every detail, her lips set into a tight line on her stony expression, her fingers gripping the paper for dear life and her entire body seemed to go rigid as she read further on. Once she had finished, she closed the folder and pushed it back across the table to Spencer, who took it in his hands and held it behind his head to Laura to put away in the case.
“What will you need us to do, Mr Spencer?” she asked sternly.
Spencer leaned forward in his chair, placing his arms on the armrests of his wheelchair and folding his hands in front of his face, and regarded each of them with narrowed steely eyes, his gaze piercing and intimidating for an old man that was sometimes confined to a wheelchair et emanating the sheer power he held over them. “No matter how this situation turns out, we are going to be in for a lot of trouble upon its conclusion and Umbrella will most certainly be feeling the consequences of it later. There is no doubt in my mind that, despite how much of an influence we have over the American government and the UN, the public will demand answers as to what transpired at Raccoon City once they realize that the city is effectively cut-off from the world and no one is being permitted to leave, and the government will only be able to hold up against the people's demands for only so long that they will eventually turn on us and attempt to expose us for what we did, so we need to be prepared. Once the US starts to turn against us and try to blame us for Raccoon City, they will at first attempt to damage our stocks and financial development by denouncing our name as a reliable pharmaceutical enterprise with the launching of an officially announced investigation into our activities, which will hinder at our progress in the industrial market, so, Miss Henri, I want you to organize an emergency meeting with the other board members to begin making the efforts to pool in all our wealth and resources that we still have for us to use in our defense. If we are to survive this incident and the government's response to it, we will need to ensure that all our resources are safely stored away to be used in our research and that we have enough funds to organize a suitable defense against the UN's allegations. As for you, McVarian, I'll need you to have more USF teams ready to be deployed into Raccoon City as soon as possible to provide support for the Monitor Agents still stationed at the city; with the large amount of research made towards the Tyrant Project, the T-Virus and T-Vaccine programs, and the additional BOW projects, the Monitor agents are going to be called upon to clean up a lot of mess with this incident and they will be required to explore most of the city in an attempt to locate the laboratories built around the town, but the situation is growing far out of our control and the amount of T-carriers is increasing drastically, not to mention the possibility of some of the BOWs having escaped, so they will need support and assistance to retrieve all the data. And you will need to withdraw the team that were sent in to secure the G-Virus; it is vital that Birkin's research and the viral samples he developed be returned to us before this incident gets any more dire,” he explained, leaning back in his chair with a soft creak as his weight shifted, his eyes switching glances between McVarian and Christina.
Christina nodded curtly in response, her face cool and stern as ever, but McVarian visibly winced and a deep frown formed on his face, his eyes closing tight and one hand brought up to his face to rub them, breathing out a deep sigh to relief himself of some of the stress he felt at something that was bothering him.
Spencer's gaze snapped towards him. “What is it?” he inquired sharply, his eyes narrowing to slits.
McVarian glanced up at Spencer and straightened his posture, trying to make himself look more like the soldier he was trained to be. “Sir, I have a mission update for you on the G-Virus retrieval.”
Spencer arched an eyebrow in response, feeling his heart rate begin to increase but keeping his face as calm as he could, his mind racing with the thoughts at what McVarian was thinking about the G-Virus that could cause him to be stressed. “Elaborate.”
McVarian awkwardly cleared his throat, coughing slightly and stood at ease, keeping his head held high and his eyes facing the wall at the opposite end to him. “Well, sir, we sent the team in as you requested and they reported no trouble upon entry into the sewer system or into Birkin's laboratory. We were able to maintain radio contact, though the signal strength was bad down there due to the underground resonance, and they were able to secure the G-Samples along with Birkin, but they were forced to eliminate an employee who attempted to escape with the virus,” he explained. Spencer nodded slowly. “Who was this employee?”
McVarian shrugged his shoulders impassively. “Just a research assistant named Monica Wooden. She was working with Birkin on the G-Project during its development and had tried to steal it for herself. She was reported dead on contact.”
Spencer wasn't surprised by that news as he himself had his suspicions about her ever since their conversation on the phone, when she had tried to coax him into revealing confidential about the incidents at his estate and the Management Training Facility. One of his many talents had been his ability to read people, to figure out what they were really thinking by their body language, the way their eyes moved about, their everyday actions they performed and the way the tried to subtly hide their emotions in their voices or words, and in his business as CEO and founder of Umbrella's pharmaceutical enterprise and its BOW production, it served as a very valuable trait to use in such an environment. It had been helpful in detecting Miss Wooden's act when she spoke to him and he became suspicious of Birkin in general since he was the one in charge of running the laboratories in Raccoon City as its Head Researcher and all the additional staff answered to him, so it meant that either Birkin was having his assistants spy on Umbrella's actions to protect his research or Monica was acting alone for personal gain.
Conclusion; she worked alone and paid for it.
“I see,” Spencer responded bluntly. “Go on.”
“Well, they were making their way to head for extraction with Birkin and G in tow, but...” McVarian trailed off, running a hand nervously through his hair.
“Well what?”
“That's it. We lost contact with them.”
Spencer rose up higher in his chair, the surprise eminent in his wide eyes and clenched teeth, balancing himself on his own two feet with his cane as support, startling Laura who let out a small yelp. “When!?!” he demanded angrily.
“About two hours ago. The last snippets of conversation we got was the order to withdraw and then they had been making their to the surface when they were attacked by an...unknown BOW. They reported casualties, but they hadn't reported in yet and we have to assume they're dead.”
Spencer tapped his cane sharply on the floor, causing Christina to wince at the sound and Laura to jump in fright at the sharp smack it made, his knuckles turning white from the grip he applied to it. “What about the G-Virus!?! What happened to the samples!?! And what about this new BOW!?!” he asked in a monotone voice.
McVarian looked up at Spencer apprehensively, his mind deep in thought about how he should phrase and Spencer became certain he wouldn't like the answer.
“Sir...before we lost all radio contact, we managed to pick up something that Birkin said...and...he claims...that it was his assistant, Miss Wooden,” he answered warily.
Spencer scoffed in disbelief. “Impossible. Your men confirmed her death themselves! How could she be responsible?”
McVarian took in a deep breath and met the man's gaze full-on. “Apparently, she had a G-Sample on her and she...injected herself with it, then she attacked the USF team on site before they could retreat. We have to assume then...that the G-Virus has escaped into the city.”
At that answer, Spencer clutched at his chest with both of his hands and began coughing violently, his body trembling all over from an unseen chill, his heart burning inside his body and his head throbbed with pain as his vision started to blur, causing him to collapse into his chair, taking in shallow wheezy breaths.
“Mr Spencer!!” Laura shrieked, rushing to his side.
McVarian hurried over and put his fingers to his neck, trying to locate a pulse, whilst Christina vaulted up from her seat and ran to the doors, slamming them open and demanding a medic to be brought into the room.
It seemed that the situation had already gotten worse. In fact, it was downright disastrous. As if it wasn't bad enough that the Tyrant-Virus had escaped and was spreading throughout the city, infecting over half of the population already and plunging the city into absolute chaos, now the Gene-Virus had escaped into the city.
He could just picture Marcus' rotting and blood-drenched face breaking out in a wide arrogant smirk clearly in his mind.
If anything, this practically butchered whatever chances Umbrella's hierarchy had to rectify the problem and keep the incident under control before the infection spread further towards other cities and caught the attention of the public. At first, with his knowledge on all of Umbrella's research and his own scientific expertise on the BOW projects ever since its beginning back long ago in Africa, Spencer had been reassured that time was still on their side and held onto the belief that, no matter how slim, they had a chance to contain the infection and clear up the massive damage that had been inflicted to the city and the corporation because he was fully aware of how the T-Virus was able to spread, namely by the transferal of infected fluids into another host via bites or scratches, and was confident that they could at the very least contain the outbreak since the T-Virus could only remain active as an airborne vector for a few hours and then went inert inside the hosts it infected, leaving it to only be transferred by wounds, so all Umbrella had to do was seal up the city and prevent anything from entering or leaving the area.
However, the G-Virus was a different story altogether. From what Birkin had told him in his reports, the G-Virus, although it couldn't spread via the air or by wounds, was still far more dangerous in case of spreading out of the city due to its extremely violent mutagenic nature where it would mutate the host incessantly into newer and greater forms until the host died from massive cellular breakdown, meaning that the host would become stronger and stronger with each injury it takes, making it a formidable BOW. But the main defining feature about it was their ability to reproduce by embryonic implantation, where they would impregnate hosts with G-Embryos to spread the infection and, even if it failed, what came out was a new BOW to join the ranks, meaning the rate of infection was doubled, maybe even tripled.
Thus, he would have to make a new change in strategies.
With this firm thought in mind, Spencer felt himself gradually calm down, his heart rate slowing down, the throbbing in his head subsiding to a dull twinge, his breathing becoming more comfortable and his vision returning focus for him to see Laura, McVarian and Miss Henri crowded around him with concerned expressions on their faces, a medic crouched down in front of him checking his heart rate with a stethoscope.
The medic sat back on his heels and looked up at Spencer nervously. “You okay, sir? Your heart rate was accelarating quite fast and your breathing was growing weaker.”
“I'm fine,” Spencer replied before letting out some coughs.
The medic regarded him skeptically for a few seconds then nodded and stood up, leaving the room with a salute towards the Umbrella Directors.
Christina watched the medic leave then turned to look at Spencer. “Are you sure you're well, sir?”
Spencer cleared his throat and sat back in his chair, Laura standing just behind him in wait should he need help. “I'm fine. But, in light of these new developments, I have made some changes to the contingency plans.”
“Sir?”
“Miss Henri. I want you to get into contact with the Head Researcher of the 6th European Laboratory and have them make preparations,” he ordered sharply.
“Preparations.”
“To deploy one of the Nemesis Models into Raccoon City.”
At the mention of the God of Vengeance codename for one of their Tyrant BOWs, Christina's face visibly blanched, all of the color draining away from her face and leaving it as white as a sheet of snow, her eyes going wide as petri-dishes and her hands shivered by her sides.
“Sir. You...want to...but...why? Why would you want to deploy a Nemesis into the city?” she asked, her voice growing small in fear.
“To take of a few pests,” he replied bluntly in a dark tone of voice.
Christina opened her mouth to say something else, but simply let it close and nodded sharply to Spencer, before walking briskly out of the room to make the call.
Spencer then turned to McVarian. “Colonel, I want you to contact the White House, tell them that it is a request from me personally and ask to speak with President Johnson; tell him that I need him to mobilize a division of the National Guard and have them sent to Raccoon City to place the city under martial law for threat of a bio-terrorism event that has consumed the city. After that, get into contact with Supervisor Goldman at Sheena Island and have him prepare a T-103 Tyrant for deployment into Raccoon City immediately,” he commanded.
McVarian nodded curtly and marched out of the room after Christina, letting the door swing shut behind him. Once the room fell silent again, Spencer turned to glance over his shoulder at Laura.
“Hand me my satellite phone, please,” he requested, holding out his hand.
Laura nodded and rummaged through the bag for a few minutes, pulling out the sleek metal device and placing it in his hand. “Anything else, Mr Spencer?” she asked politely.
Spencer shook his head.
Laura nodded. “Alright. I'll get you something to drink and our medication for your heart. You should be careful at your age with your health; it could be hazardous,” she remarked as she walked out of the room.
Spencer chuckled at thought of him dying of a heart attack. In comparison with everything that he had seen in his career with Umbrella, at observing the many different viral strains mutate all life into hideous monsters and watching as they massacred their opponents into lumps of dessicated flesh, Spencer would rather prefer to die in his sleep of a heart attack since that was a much more peaceful way to die than any other way he could think of.
Now though wasn't the time to start making jokes or lose focus on the matter at hand. If he intended to survive this and keep Umbrella stable after the conclusion of this outbreak scenario, then he needed to act fast and ensure that all the proper measures were taken to keep the corporation safe after Code XX, should that last resort be taken.
Dialling in the number quickly, he held the phone to his ear, listening to the soft rings on the other end as he waited for the person on the other end to pick up, his patience wearing thin when the person was refusing to pick up the phone, his teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip and his free hand tapping its fingers along the table in a soft rhythm. After five rings, the phone clicked as someone picked it up and before they could answer, he barked,
“Connect me to the Caucasus Facility in Russia and have Sergei Vladimir put on immediately!”
Re: Desperate Times, Extreme Measures « Reply #1 on May 16, 2009, 12:33am »
Things were going quite well for him at the Caucasus facility. That is, until a phone was shoved in his face.
Sergei Vladimir patiently watched the proceedings in the laboratory below him, at the careful and patient researchers who worked diligently on the TALOS specimen before them. From the control room above, he was given a generous view of the work in progress, without having to be exposed or in a worst-case-scenario, infection. Needless to say, it was the most peaceful time of his life within the past week since having to visit the Spencer Estate.
Until a phone was shoved in his face.
Nearly growling, Sergei took the handheld from his security aide and dismissed him. Putting the device to his ear, he answered, "Mr. Spencer," with as much patience and humilty that he could muster for the ruined moment of tranquility. An urgent call from his employer rarely meant good news.
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Re: Desperate Times, Extreme Measures « Reply #2 on May 16, 2009, 5:39am »
As he waited for Sergei to pick up the phone on the other end, Spencer felt what was left of his patience begin to grate against his nerves with each muted ring that cried in his ears and every minute that crawled by on his watch with the slightest twitch of the mechanical hands behind the thin glass, his teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip with enough strength that he swore he could taste the metallic texture of his own blood on his tongue and his hands clenched tightly into fists that his fingernails dug into the skin of his palm.
With every fleeting second that passed by, the T-Virus was still spreading throughout Raccoon City, transferred via the wounds sustained from the BOWs and infected roaming the streets attacking those who still survived amzingly in that Hellish nightmare, and since the local authorities had no idea how it spread or how to stop it, it was only a matter of time before it managed to escape the city limits into the surrounding environment. And once that happened, he didn't even want to consider the endless and horrifying possibilities that his imagination presented to him because he was more than aware that the consequences were going to be rather damaging to Umbrella, and if they were to have any chance of keeping this entire situation under control before things got even worse (if that were possible), they needed to mobilize all of their resources as soon as possible to deal with the escalating situation and prevent any further disasters from occuring. After all, the fact that both the T-Virus and G-Virus had escaped into the city was terrible enough for them already, in addition to the fact that the recent reports from the Watchdogs stationed in the city stated that the city was definitely falling to Hell, but the last thing they needed was for the public to start demanding answers as to why an entire city was practically suffering a mini-apocalypse.
After he spent several more minutes waiting for the phone to connect to the Caucaus Facility for him to speak with Sergei, he had just about been ready to slam his fist on the table and howl in frustration when he heard the sharp click of the phone being picked up by someone, followed by a young male voice speaking to someone nearby and then the heavily-accented voice of Colonel Sergei Vladimir answered him.
"Sergei, I apologize for calling you on such short notice since you already too busy supervising the research into the TALOS project from the Arklay facility, but as I much as I wish that it wasn't so, I urgently need your assistance," he said sternly when he heard his old friend answer the phone, crushing the finished cigar in the ashtray that sat on the table in front of him, allowing the after-effects of the nicotine to sooth the stress and strain that grated against his already frazzled nerves.
"We are currently dealing with a Level 4 biohazard-containmination scenario and it is imperative we act quickly if we are to prevent the situation from becoming far more detrimental to our corporation. Somehow, the T-Virus has managed to reach Raccoon City and it has already infected over 50% of the general population in the past 24 hours; the rate of infection is growing at an exponential rate and we believe there is a high probability that Birkin's G-Virus may also have escaped in the city, along with several of our BOW specimens stored in the labs stationed in the immediate area. Luckily, the infection is isolated to within the city limits and we have already taken the necessary precautions to keep it contained so that the public doesn't uncover any information concerning the incident or that the virus can spread to the outside area, but recent revelations passed on by the Watchdogs stationed inside the city shows that the situation is spiraling drastically out of control and we absolutely to take all possible measures to ensure that we prevent a potential pandemic," he explained bluntly.
Hopefully, if they took everything into account and acted accordingly towards any new developments that continued to appear in this dire matter, Umbrella may be able to escape this disaster with its entire foundations relatively intact, but he couldn't but concede with the heavy lump of dread that weighed down on his heart that it was going to be miracle for them to survive, not only this Hell, but the consequences yet to come.
And although Sergei was one of the most reliable individuals to have assisting in this delicate matter, he somehow considered that the possibility that even he was unable to handle this incident was certainly applicable to this current event.
Re: Desperate Times, Extreme Measures « Reply #3 on Jun 16, 2009, 7:21pm »
The phone nearly fell out of Sergei's hand, but the colonel reinforced his hold, if only to continue listening to the news Spencer was relaying to him.
"H-how..." the words Spencer spoke seemed a blur in his mind. Rate of infection, the population affected... Sergei did not care for those details. Raccoon City was doomed, that much was clear, and there was only one left there worth saving.
"Mr. Spencer," he said, using a moment to find his voice again. It came out somewhat hoarse to his own ears as he said, "I should suggest that the most imperative course of action would be to first salvage that which would insure the company's survival."
"The Red Queen," he clarified. "Considering that the G-virus has been released, in the underground laboratories no less, the company's most important files are in considerable danger."
Nevermind that without the Red Queen, the completion of project TALOS would be impossible; but that was besides the point.
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Re: Desperate Times, Extreme Measures « Reply #4 on Jun 18, 2009, 1:38pm »
"Exactly, Sergei," Spencer replied when he had finished offering his suggestions, "which is why I have called upon your services. You are one of the few people I have under Umbrella's administration that can handle and maintain control over this delicate situation."
He looked up as the door swung open and Laura stepped back through into the room, carrying a glass of water in one thin hand. She glanced over at him and nodded politely, not saying anything so as not to interrupt his conversation over the phone, walking over to him quietly, her footsteps muffled on the lavish carpet, placing the water softly on the table in front of him, the glass clinking slightly as it was set on the polished wooden surface and the water sloshing inside gently before settling into a steady surface.
Nodding politely in response to Laura, offering a short thanks for getting him the cool drink, he reached forward for the glass, taking it in his free hand, and brought it to his lips, taking a short sip, the water soothing the burning sensation in his throat from his coughing fit moments ago.
"I have already begun to make the necessary steps to contain this incident within the city by contacting our agents in the National Guard to place the city under quarantine and prevent anything from either entering or leaving the city in order to ensure that the infection doesn't spread any further from the city limits for the duration of our operations. Director Henri is already in contact with the board to organize an emergency meeting to discuss our actions in regards to our financial resources concerning the inevitable actions the UN will make against us after the incident is completely sterilized and McVarian is briefing additional USF squads to be deployed at Raccoon City as we speak," he explained, taking another sip from the glass.
After taking a few more sips of water, dulling the rough burning sensation in his windpipe to a faint throb at the back of his mouth, he placed the glass back on the table in front of him, the contents filling the glass halfway, and cleared his throat, absently rubbing at his chin in an effort to calm the slight twinges still flaring after his coughing fit.
“In any case, I need you to get into contact with all of your Monitor Agents stationed within the city and inform them that Operation Watchdog is hereby put into immediate effect, implementing all secondary procedures and every necessary method of accomplishing assigned objectives granted with the highest level of clearance; as you have stated, there is a considerable amount of the T-Virus research and BOW development data still contained within the facilities built in the Raccoon City limits, thus it is imperative we commence all of our emergency procedures and contingency plans to salvage every available scrap of data we can from the Raccoon facilities before the situation spirals further out of control. Secondly, as listed in Operation Watchdogs' protocols concerning the event it was specifically established for in all possibility, I request that you prepare and mobilize a battalion of the UBCS to be deployed into Raccoon City effective immediately; if we can obtain any combat data regarding the performance of the population infected by the Tyrant-strain and the BOWs already running rampant in the city against fully-trained military personnel, he may prove to be of significant use in all further research endeavors when the UN begin to take actions that may be detrimental to Umbrella's health. In concern for the Red Queen, I would like you to bring a helicopter, along with your T-103 Ivan models and the best agents you have at your disposal, to pick me up at the European Divisional HQ at once; I will be supervising the retrieval of the UMF-013 mainframe personally,” he demanded bluntly, making no attempt to be cordial or tactful about his tone, despite the fact that he was on good terms with the Russian Colonel and he deserved a great deal of respect for his loyalty.
At his proclamation to travel to Raccoon City himself, Laura emitted a sharp gasp of shock behind him but he held up a hand towards her to prevent her from uttering any form of protest.
His decision on the matter was final.
“However, one final decision I have made concerning this biohazard scenario, I hereby appoint you, Sergei, to be the Supreme Commanding Officer over all of our activities and operations during this difficult time. All troops, agents and officers shall answer to you indefinitely, and will obey your orders to the letter for the duration that this incident is still apparent. Am I clear on this point, Sergei?”
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