Racoon City
Days before RE2

Alanyia leaned against the wall. "Carlos, you see the kid yet?" She asked meaning the newest member of the team.

The olive-skinned young man started slightly. "Ah! Don't go sneaking up on me like that....'specially when I'm not paying any attention..." He grinned, and brushed some loose hair out of his face. Then he looked thoughtful, and made a humming sound. "Hmm...no, I haven't Al..." He then fussed with his UBCS vest. "I look okay, right?" he asked, flashing her one of his sparkling smiles.

"Still the cutest man in the unit." She said giving him a kiss on the cheek. "And I wasn't talking him... I was talking the kid.. you know the one that just got herre from the academy?"

He grinned, then shrugged. "You mean Kennedy, right? I think I've seen him around here....blue armor, and that uniform of the same color, right? Kinda like a military get up?" He began moving his gloved hands slightly, making sweeping gestures. "What's his name....Leon, right?"

"Yeah. That's the guy. Irons wanted me to show him around. Oh well. I can't find him I don't have to do the babysitter gig right?"

Carlos responded with another shrug. "Maybe...but that Irons, he creeps the Hell out of me....I'm glad I'm not one of the guys who has to be here all the time dealing with him..." He shivered slightly. "Anyways, I think I saw him on the second floor earlier...he looked like he'd got lost...I don't blame 'im...I mean, this place used to be a MUSEUM. I still can't go from the coffee machine to the stairs leading to the meeting room without getting turned around once or twice." His sheepish grin was back in place.

"I'm one of the guys that has to deal with Irons... I swear, if he tries to pinch my ass one more time I'm gonna fucking shoot him." She scowled.

Carlos waved his hands at her. "Settle...you know that if you do that, not only do you end up in jail, but you'd get the top brass breathing down your neck...just kick his ass." He smirked, and patted her cheek. "Hey, he won't be around forever...I hear that there's some talk about getting a new chief."

"Gods I hope so... I can't stand that perverted freak. He's kept me here the past six months instead of letting me get a transfer to another department. Hell right now I'd take mall security instead..."

"Really now? Am I that bad?" A deep baritone voice spoke. Carlos went rigid, his eyes wide, as the slightly rounded, yet still broad, figure of Kenneth Irons seemed to just materialze behind Alanyia. His normally impassive face had developed something of a nervous tic, and he looked angry. No, more than angry. Seriously pissed was a much better word to describe the look in his eyes. "I'm sorry you feel that way.."

Alanyia didn't turn around. She lipped 'could have warned me he was there..' to Carlos. "You have no respect for the men who work under you... Even less for the few women here." She said spinning on her heal to get into his face. "And giving your best Pilot a babysitting job while sending Bravo then Alpha into a unknown hazardous situation..." She launched into him not caring if he fired her for it.

Irons' face twitched again. "The situation wasn't considered hazardous...we simply believed it to be the work of some deranged lunatics...now, we don't know what to think.." He, of course, was lying through his teeth...but he was doing a good job of it. "And personally, no one here has really done anything to deserve respect from me. And your 'babysitting' job is still an important duty...unless you prefer Carlos do it for you, and you can go amuse yourself....Hell, I don't care if you go after the STARS, as long as you stow this insubordinate crap!" His voice was lowered, but the tone was threatening and dark, his face right in hers.

Alanyia glared right at him, her eyes showing she wasn't afraid of him. "You show some you get some. As for insubordination. I'm not one of the detectives. I was brought in as a pilot and a sniper. I don't see why you didn't send me. When the other chopper went down. Instead you send Chickenshit Vickers... Bastard... If any of them are dead.. I'm going to make sure you can't get a job anywhere else." She said turning to storm off. "Carlos, see ya at Jack's later? I think I'm going to need that drink you owe me later."

Snorting, Irons had turned, and once more vanished. "Uh...that went well..." Carlos said, blinking. "Uhm, sure Al....I guess I'll go look for the new guy....where was it I saw him....oh right, the library!" Carlos snapped his fingers, and headed for the nearest set of stairs before looking back. "Good luck, Al...with everything!"

Alanyia turned giving him a wave. "Thanks Carlos. I'll bring the others back."

As Carlos left the offices, and made his way up the stairs, Irons reemerged. He was stroking his beard thoughtfully, a small frown on his face. It had been a while since he'd had anything for his den..... With that, he made his way to the locker rooms, using the hidden pasages that most people in the building knew nothing about.

Alanyia pulled her vest out of her locker and collected a few other odds and ends. She also picked up her gun, an old six round pistol. I should grab a riot gun from weapons before heading out... Might need it. She thought checking her ammo. She nodded to herself and slid three knives onto the sheaths on her legs.

Then the cold barrel of a Beretta pressed against her neck. "Leaving so soon?" Irons asked, his voice just as dark and violent as it had been before. He shoved her against the lockers, frowning. "You really shouldn't have been like that earlier...now, you'll have to 'disappear'..."

Alanyia turned slamming her palm into his gunhand. "Forget it. I'm not intimidated Irons. You're a coward." She growled low.

Smirking, he reached for his second gun, this one with a silencer. "Pity...I was going to let you live a bit longer....but now, I have to get serious." That said, he opened fire on her legs.

Alanyia screamed out as a bullet tore through her thigh. she reached for one of her knives.

Using the silenced gun, the stocky man shot her hand next. "Naughty naughty," he tsked her, his eyes gleaming fiendishly. "You're making this harder than it has to be..." He stood, and slipped a silencer onto the Beretta.

She glared up at him. "How many others have you made disappear?" She asked coldly. She looked at the gun, cradling her hand in her arm. She tried to pull herself back to her feet. He's insane... Where the hell are any of the others around here... She thought then remembered the walls were constructed so well that no one could hear the fireing range on the first floor. I'm so screwed...

"Many...including the STARS..." he grinned, a twisted, mocking expression. "That's why I sent the Bravos first...to get them out of the way. Then Wesker would take in the Alphas, and remove them from the picture. The company prefers it that way, after all..." He stepped on her wounded thigh. "Now, we can do this my way, or I can shoot you to death slowly, using all the bullets I have left...which amount to twenty-eight rounds...your call..." Irons laughed, and tapped one gun against her forehead.

Alanyia hissed as he stepped on her. "What do you want..." She said trying to think of a way out of the mess without getting killed. I have to warn the others...

"Simple...I can't kill you unless I clear it with Umbrella...so, I'll just have to put you somewhere you won't cause me trouble for a while...good thing those bullets went through you, because you'll be spared that at least...Now, stand up." He waved his gun at her.

She got to her feet favoring her wounded leg. Damnit.. I can't fight like this.. She thought fighting against letting her wounded leg going out on her.

He moved towards what looked like just another wall, his guns trained on her. Then he hit a certain spot with his elbow, and a door slid open. "Come now, time's a wasting..." he said, waiting for her to go first.

She limped into the doorway hoping that someone would find the blood. They can search the spot for a trigger.. She thought almost colapsing to the floor.

Rolling his eyes, Irons grabbed her by the arm and dragged her down the hidden corridor, leading her to a small hidden room. He pushed her inside, and smirked. "Welcome to your new home...there's a medical kit over there....I'll be seeing you soon..." With that he slipped out through the door, and it slid shut behind him.

Alanyia pounded on the door with her good hand. "Damnit you can't do this to me!"

Irons whistled as he made his way back to the locker room. He spotted the blood, and wiped it up with a towel. He then began looking around the room, and found one of the bullets on the floor. When he couldn't find the other one, he assumed that it was still inside her. It was actually embedded in a crack in the floor, where only someone with incredible eyesight could spot it. He put what was left of her gear back in the locker and locked it up. Towel over his shoulder, he entered another passage, and began the trek to the choppers on the roof of the second floor. Along the way, he dropped the towel in his office, shoving it under a chair, and retrieved some of his taxidermy instruments that he kept around the plush room. Still whistling, he walked past the others, the implements hidding in his vest. He discouraged any prying eyes with a harsh glare, then opened the door, taking in a deep breath and smiling. What a wonderful day.. He thought before he started cutting the fuel lines and removing certain parts from the two choppers left, humming as he worked. When he was finished, his face was dirty and his tools were bent out of shape. A small price to pay... he thought as he put them back in his vest and made his way back to his office. Now, if only things at the Spencer estate are going as good as they here... He ran through his head as he cleaned himself in his private washroom, and tossed the bent metal implements into a garbage can.

Vickers knocked on the door. "Cheif?"

Irons quickly pulled on a suit jacket, since he didn't have the time to change his shirt. "Yes come in," he called as he sat in his leather desk chair, leaning back in it and reaching for the box of cigars he kept on his desk for those special moments. He bit off the end, then lit it, and took a puff.

"Sir, I did as you asked... Is everything working to plan?"

Irons nodded, and took another puff. "Yes, my boy, it is...if all things go the way I want, the STARS will be no more..." He thought for a moment, then motioned Brad closer, and held out a cigar. "Here, take this...you are the one person here who has proven to be useful to me...even Wesker is becoming too much of a nuisance..."

Brad took the cigar. Chris is a pain... but Jill... what a waste... He thought lighting it and sitting back. "What of anyone here who might oppose us?"

Irons thought for another moment. "I've already taken care of one such dissenter....the rest are mere sheep. They have no clue as to what's going on...and with the new transfers coming in, they'll have even less time to think about what happened to the rest of STARS....it will just be written off as one of those cases of bad judgement, and blamed on Wesker, or Burton....no one will think otherwise, I'll see to that..." He paused, and removed his cigar for a moment. "Have you heard anything of Birkin? His silence towards me is beginning to make me think he's up to something.."

"You're more in touch with them than I am. I was just told to keep an eye on Alpha team. But yeah... It's starting to get disturbing. Oh, who'd you deal with?"

"The other pilot...the UBCS one....she openly defied me, and was intending on heading back to the Spencer estate....can you imagine the mess that would cause? All of this..." he made a sweeping gesture with his arms, "would be for nothing, and we'd end up wither in prison, or worse..." He put the cigar back in his mouth, and chewed on it. "I'm going to give the Birkins another call...if I don't get any answer withing the next forty-eight hours, I want you to find their child...Sherry, I believe her name is...she may know something about this new virus of William's...Is that clear, Brad?" Irons puffed a few more times, and frowned slightly at the possibility of Umbrella finding out how bad things were coming apart in Raccoon...something he kept hidden from the other agents.