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- Sir! Sir! - shouted a man with bells, nudging a sleeping guy. - Wake up already!
- Huh? What the...? Arandor?! - the latter nodded affirmatively - what are you doing here?
- Milord! You asked me yourself to wake you by seven in the morning!
- Nah, I want to sleep.
- Milord!
The King abruptly rose from bed, immediately adding:
- Stop calling me that. Wesker, Revan, Meg, Wes, Rev, but not those vile, slimy words!
- Yes, Si... Meg, but the Mistress said...
- I don't give a damn what the mistress said. Next time she asks you for something like that, punch her in the teeth.
- But she is the queen!
- And I allow it. I am the king here. Yes, I am the king. - as if convincing himself.
After a few seconds of silence, Arandor dared to ask:
- I have woken You, as You desired. May I now be excused?
- Yes, go. - Arandor headed for the exit of the king's chambers - And Arandor... when you hit her, use an uppercut. Preferably at the moment she starts loading you with her chatter.
Silverfail, Vegtam, and Major Whirlwind were also awake, despite the early morning. For their displayed heroism in rescuing hostages, they received the promised 1000$ for each person saved, and besides that, they were granted to undergo a training course for the best special forces on ХВ - S.T.A.F.S. (Special Tactics And Flood Squad). Or rather, they were obligated to. Because in case of refusal, execution awaited them.
All of them stood together near the entrance to a small hall located in Wesker's palace (a modernized estate), where they were supposed to meet with other team members.
Vegtam: Eh! I can't wait to meet the rest of the team!
Major Whirlwind: Me too, me too...
Flinging the doors open, they were surprised... unpleasanty surprised.
Silverfail: What the...
Imaris, the Moon Wolf, Wedma, and Kash stood in the hall. And Wesker paced before them.
Silverfail: Fine, Kash, fine, Wedma, but he...
Vegtam: A girl in the squad is a bad sign...
Major Whirlwind: Man, oh man...
Wesker turned to those who had entered the hall, then gave the order to fall in.
All six stood in one row, with Wesker before them.
Wesker: Guys, do you know why you are here? Do you know who you are? You are S.T.A.F.S.! You are the best of the best!
Vegtam: But...
Without giving him a chance to ask a question, Wesker interrupted his subordinate.
Wesker: All questions later! Clear?!
All: Sir, yes sir!
Wesker: Excellent. Now I will introduce you to each other.
Kash: I think we all know each other already.
Wesker: Silence!
Kash: Sir, yes sir...
Wesker: Silverfail...
Seeing how Volke began clumsily adjusting his uniform and messing around with useless things, the King instantly slammed a fist into his face. He did a flip over himself and fell face down. Knocked out.
As soon as dead silence fell, the "introductions" resumed.
Wesker: Silverfail - heavy weapons specialist.
Major Whirlwind - weapons specialist.
Vegtam - Pilot.
Wedma - mechanics specialist.
Kash - sniper.
And of course, your one and only Wesker - captain.
Silverfail: Captain! But what about Volke?
Wesker: And Volke is just a sly dog. Now, dis-missed!
It was only ten in the morning, but the pub was already full. People were still celebrating the election of the new king, since there were no elections last year, meaning this year they need to drink for two years' worth. That's how it goes!
Everyone drank Ale and had fun, particularly because the royal jester himself had come to entertain the people.
The pub was noisy as usual; only one guy sitting in the corner wasn't having fun or drinking. It was impossible to see who it was due to the hood over his face.
- Hey, kid! - No answer came - Kid, you want a drink?! My treat - again, no answer. - Well, stay there then, snob.
The pub doors opened, and seven people dressed in military uniforms appeared.
- Guys!!! The King is personally meeting the people! Hurrah for him!
- Hurraaa!!!
- Long live the king!
The King was flattered, of course, but his face grew troubled, and his gaze was fixed where a mysterious stranger had sat just a couple of minutes ago...
Lizard (addressing those who entered): guys! You got into S.T.A.F.S.! That's so cool! Congratulations!
Silverfail: Thanks, Lizard.
The guys continued their conversation, while Volke rushed toward the jester...
Volke: Hey! Arandor! I'm in S.T.A.F.S. now! I'm cool! Sing for me! Come on!
Arandor: I am the king's courtier,
the monarch's jester and servant.
A prankster and a merry soul -
in my trade, I am a master.
And though I be a common clown,
a poet, scribbler, and joker,
but by the orders of a wolf, damn,
I'm not used to writing nonsense.
Volke: Why you...
Arandor kicked Volke as he was climbing the stairs, resulting in everyone laughing wildly at him while applauding Arandor.
Wesker: Guys! Hey people! - everyone immediately went quiet - I have good news for you! The entire jury of "Golden Persimmon" is invited to a stunning opera taking place in the neighboring section. Oh, and of course, in case of refusal - execution.
Despite the last words, all present began to cheer and rejoice.
Hostor runs into the pub, clear anxiety on his face.
Hostor: Wesker... Wesker...
Wesker: What is it, friend?
Hostor: Something happened... something bad.
Wesker: What could it be? I don't think it's anything that important...
Hostor: Remember Nelly's poster hanging over your bed?
The King choked, became nervous himself, and his face broke into a sweat.
Hostor: Well, you see... Ademistren... he... accidentally... accidentally... t-tore it.
Literally an hour later, all residents were gathered in the city square. And in the center, on stage, Ademistren sat on his knees. Beside him stood the executioner Brackman, ready to use his deadly weapon.
Standing on the royal balcony were: a clearly angry King Wesker, Jester Arandor, and messenger Hostor.
By the king's order, the jester was to announce the sentence:
Arandor: For the monstrous crime committed against Weskerland, Ademistren is sentenced to death. And let this serve as a lesson for others! - adding after a couple of seconds - carry out the sentence!
In one moment, the executioner raised his monstrous axe and cut through the criminal's neck like a straw. Then he lifted the head and showed it to the crowd. The people cheered.
Arandor: And so it shall be for all who...
A shot rang out. The bullet wounded Hostor, who dodged just in time, in the shoulder. Then a second shot followed. The bullet was heading for the king, but he... dodged. Then again, and again...
- Where are they shooting from??! - Hostor screamed.
Arandor: I have no idea... There he is! He's there! - the jester began to point somewhere in the distance, at one of the tall buildings... - Brack!!!
The executioner headed for that building and was there in a couple of minutes. With one blow, he smashed the door and a piece of the wall of the room where the sniper sat.
Brackman: You...
Guy in hood: Brackman, stop! You don't know what's happening!
Brackman: It is enough for me to know that you are a criminal! For the
The executioner swung at the shooter but missed. Another attempt - no, own futile. He was too agile for the clumsy brute.
- Sorry... - The blond guy jumped onto the executioner's back in one leap, then drew two daggers and cold-bloodedly slit his throat. The executioner fell dead.
Literally a couple of seconds later, an S.T.A.F.S. unit burst in.
Silverfail: Don't move!
- Eh...
The criminal threw a smoke bomb, which instantly filled the room with smoke, and jumped out the window himself (;)).
Silverfail: Damn it!
Vegtam approached the lifeless body of the executioner.
Vegtam: Brack...
At S.T.A.F.S. headquarters.
Captain Wesker: Silverfail, who was that?
Silverfail: I... I didn't get a good look at him.
Captain Wesker: You had him in your sights and didn't get a look?!
Wedma: Don't press him! We did everything we could!
Captain Wesker: Damn it! Damn it! He could have hit my other posters with his bullets!
Wedma: Wes...
And somewhere in the Arkley (Arandor) forests (named after the former king)...
WhiteLizard: Do you think Wesker did the right thing?
Magnus: Right relative to what?
WhiteLizard: Well, you know... regarding the execution.
Magnus: I don't know. And in general, he is a fool. - and after these words, he got a own same walloping with a frying pan to the head.
Neyra: Quiet, idiot! What if we are heard! I don't want to be put behind bars because of you!
Amko: Well, I support Mag.
Werevolka: Who could even hear us here?
Drakkoshka (yeah, there are more and more of them ;)): Forgot about the "Japanese pistol", huh?
Werevolka: Um, yeah, I still think Magnus shouldn't call the king names.
Something stirred in the bushes...
WhiteLizard: Guys... what is that over there?
Amko: A cute little forest creature - obviously.
Amko: My God...
At S.T.A.F.S. headquarters. Night.
Hostor (wounded, but still running fast): alarming news!!!
Captain Wesker: Don't tell me...
Hostor: No, no one touched your "holy" things! It's something else!
Major Whirlwind: And what is it?
Hostor: Six of our residents have disappeared in the Arandor forests!
Vegtam: What? Arandor forests? What were they even doing there??! That territory is contaminated with U.G.!!!
Wedma, who had been absent until then, burst into the meeting hall.
Wedma: How much longer are we going to sit here? The helicopter is ready, let's go!
Arandor forests.
WhiteLizard: Do you think... do you think it killed them?
Neyra: Most likely... Oh God! I'm even afraid to imagine what happened... They probably tore her to pieces.
Werevolka: Let's run, quickly!!!
A crack sounded... The ground beneath our heroes gave way, and they were swept down. Neyra grabbed a tree, Werevolka grabbed Neyra, and Lizard grabbed Werevolka.
- A-a-a!
Werevolka: Lizzaaaard! Reach out! Take my hand!
Neyra: I can't hold on any longer!!!
Lizard: Girls... I can't...
Neyra: Lizard, no!
Lizard: sorry...
Then Lizard let go of his grip and was swept into the abyss. Today he saved two lives... a hero.
Neyra: Lizzaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaard!!!
The S.T.A.F.S. special unit had already landed in the Arandor forests in search of their friends.
Captain Wesker: Split up! Silver, Whirl and Vegtam search to the south, Kash and Wedma to the east, and Volke and I to the west. Forward!
[South]
Vegtam: And why is this forest so dangerous? Brrr.
Major Whirlwind: They say some tests on using U.G. on humans were conducted here.
Vegtam: So what? Mutants walk around here now?
Silver: Oh, Veg, for fuck's sake, there's a giant spider behind your back!!!
Vegtam: What?? Where?? - Turning sharply, Veg opened fire. Silver began to laugh. - You think this is funny?
Major Whirlwind: Guys, concentrate.
[East]
Kash: Why did you join S.T.A.F.S.?
Wedma: Stupid question - to avoid execution. Or didn't you know?
Kash: Ah... well yeah, right... I need to step away for a minute.
Wedma: We are on a mission and must stick together! Captain's orders!
Kash: Just for a minute.
Having moved some distance away from Wedma, he stopped and looked around.
Kash: Hm... - Something stirred in the bushes, and Kash naturally became alert. - Probably just my imagination. - Turning, he discovered... - Holy!! A-aa!!
Seeing this, Wedma was simply bewildered. Nightmare hounds of a terrible appearance were eating Kash alive...
One of the dogs noticed her and ran in her direction. Wedma was simply stunned... A shot rang out; Wedma was saved by Vegtam's timely appearance.
- Quick! Run!
Without saying a word, she ran after Vegtam, still not understanding what had happened.
Wesker: Quickly, there is cover here! Run there! - Letting the whole team pass ahead, the captain smashed one of the dogs' heads with a roundhouse kick and, like the others, ran away.
Vegtam: I see the estate! Quick, into it!
[After some time]
Vegtam: Phew.
Wedma: Stop, where are Major Whirlwind and Silver?!
Wedma headed for the exit, but Wesker stopped her:
- Wedma, no.
Wedma: But what should we do?!
Wesker: You two go check out the west wing, Volke will walk through the inner courtyard, and I'll look in the basement. Now forward!
[West Wing]
Vegtam: What a strange place?
Wedma: Looks like an estate.
Vegtam: Thanks, Captain Obvious.
After some time searching.
Wedma: Hm, looks like there's nothing here, let's go back.
Vegtam: Yes, I agree.
Returning, they discovered that neither Wesker nor Volke were there.
Wedma: And where are they?
Vegtam: No idea. Maybe Wesker found something, let's go to the basement.
Wedma: But what about Volke?
Vegtam: Who cares about him.
[In the Basement]
Wedma: Hm, there's some computer here.
Vegtam: What's on it?
Wedma: Ooo, kind of funny. iTunes, Miranda, Apex DC++, internet and some girl in the avatar...
A gun appeared at Vegtam's temple...
Vegtam: Volke?!
Volke: Yesss, kids.
Wedma: What are you doing?
Vegtam: Put that thing away, or it'll be worse.
Volke: And what will you do?!
Vegtam: This!
- with these words, Vegtam in one motion snatched the weapon from Volke, who didn't know how to use it, and pointed the barrel at the traitor. However...
Not everything was as rosy as it might have seemed.
A shadow appeared in the doorway, and then a shot... hitting Vegtam in the head.
Wedma: YOU!
[In the forests]
Werevolka: Neyra, let's go already.
Neyra: I can't... So many of my friends died today.
Werevolka: We must go! Stop... what is that?
Again, banal bushes began to move banally, and of course, this made both girls shudder.
And from the bushes... that same sniper came out.
Werevolka: WisTrit?!
Neyra: Murderer!!!
WisTrit: Wait! I must explain everything to you!
Neyra: And what is it?
WisTrit: Wesker is not who he pretends to be! He used the coronation to gain access to the ХВ arsenal, and now he's ready to spread U.G. via missiles across all of ХВ!
Neyra: It can't be!
WisTrit: That is exactly it! I tried to kidnap you, I blew up the persimmon building, and all that so that the coronation wouldn't take place! However, that didn't stop him... This afternoon I tried to shoot him, but he was too agile... Even for me.
Neyra: WisTrit...
Werevolka: This is all very interesting, of course, but how do we get out of here?
WisTrit: Head north. But hurry. The forest is full of dangers.
[On the upper floors of the estate, large hall]
Wedma: Why? Why are you doing this?!
Wesker: Hm... Humanity hasn't undergone natural selection for a long time...
Wedma: So what? By spreading U.G., you will achieve nothing!
Wesker: You are mistaken. I will become a God!
WisTrit ran into the hall.
WisTrit: You will become a corpse. - Volke tried to attack the speaker, but in vain - got hit on the head and fell asleep.
Wesker: WisTrit, well well. And how have you NOT GOTTEN TIRED of this yet?!
[here a very-very long battle kind of begins, so we'll skip everything that happens]
Pressing WisTrit against the wall, Wesker was ready to deliver the final blow, but Wedma stopped him by shooting him in the shoulder. And WisTrit took advantage of the situation and hit the unarmed Wesker with a knee to the head.
WisTrit: Now you're finished! - then, WisTrit pulled the trigger of his Desert Eagle. The bullet pierced the dark glasses and went through the eye... Wesker fell to the ground.
- Finally.
Wedma: WisTrit, are you okay?
WisTrit: Perfectly. Now we can go and drink some tea, listen to music, play some PVP.
Wedma: Let's get out of here...
Wesker: Not so fast! - the rising Wesker immediately moved toward WisTrit and was ready to deliver a deadly blow, but... At the moment Wesker ran past the window, Wedma jumped, and in the push she fell out of the window into the abyss... a dark abyss.
