Resident Evil Legends Part Three: The Mansion Incident

By Andreas Leachim

Based on the Resident Evil video game series by Capcom. The S.T.A.R.S. Bravo team has been gone for 24 hours, so now Alpha team must go in to rescue them. But no one has any idea what they are about to experience deep in the Arklay Mountains. Alpha team members Jill Valentine, Chris Redfield, and Barry Burton find themselves trapped in a mysterious mansion deep in the forest that leads to a haunted laboratory complex crawling with zombies and even more-terrifying creatures. Meanwhile, their traitorous commander Albert Wesker manipulates them from behind the scenes, in the hopes they can fight off the numerous monsters and delay the spread of the destructive T-virus. If Jill, Chris, and Barry want to learn the truth and survive the mansion, they'll have to face unimaginable horrors and sacrifice everything they have. But they are not alone, because a mysterious woman named Lisa follows their every move ...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Andreas Leachim
• Release date: Feb 21, 2016

Andreas Leachim

Andreas Leachim is seven feet tall and has six fingers on each hand. He speaks 22 languages. He won the Academy Award for Best Picture, the Nobel Prize in Chemistry, and the Cy Young Award all in the same year. He once climbed Mount Everest while juggling a pair of flaming chainsaws. He is allergic to other human beings.

Book preview

Chapter 1

Jill slammed the car door and ran across the parking lot to the police station’s side entrance, her holster and supply belt bouncing against her hip. Uniform-clad officers greeted her at the doors, looking edgy and anxious. It did not take long for word of Bravo’s disappearance to spread throughout the station, although thankfully no one alerted the press or the public at large. But Bravo team’s families needed to be informed, and sooner or later the news would reach a journalist or television station.

Officers loitering in the hallways or working at their desks watched her as she made her way through the station. On most days, she ignored the attention. For a long time, she’d been the only female S.T.A.R.S. member, and even though she was no supermodel, most of her male coworkers found her fairly attractive, so she was accustomed to the attention they sometimes gave her. When Rebecca Chambers joined Bravo team, she began to attract some of the stares. Today, however, the attention had nothing to do with Jill. The entire police station seemed tense about Bravo’s disappearance, and everyone knew that Alpha planned to go after them.

She ran up the east wing stairway and down the long hallway to the S.T.A.R.S. offices, stopping first at the armory to get another pistol. She already carried her trusty nine-millimeter Glock snugly in her holster, the same gun she carried since her days as a rookie. But this time, she felt the need to carry an extra weapon, just in case. She donned a shoulder holster similar to the one Barry wore, and stashed the gun there. Her belt also contained a leather sheath for her combat knife.

Her uniform, like all the S.T.A.R.S. members’ uniforms, was not a standard police uniform. Black boots, dark blue cargo pants, a long-sleeved blue shirt with the sleeves rolled up, and fingerless black gloves. Under her shirt she wore a layer of protective kevlar body armor. Like a bullet-proof vest, it covered her entire chest and back, but did not restrict her movement or weigh her down too much. Additional kevlar pads were strapped on her shoulders like bulky shoulder pads. The finishing touch to her uniform was a beret atop her head emblazoned with the S.T.A.R.S logo.

Almost twenty-four hours had passed since Bravo team deployed, enough time to officially declare an emergency and send in Alpha team to investigate. Chief Irons blockaded himself in his office early in the morning and refused to see anyone. Jill left two increasingly-angry messages on his voice mail to complain about the situation and criticize his judgment, and at least a dozen other people did so as well. But Irons would not explain his actions to anyone, even Wesker or the other police captains. It didn’t matter now, though. Police protocol and S.T.A.R.S. directives stated clearly that any team gone for more than twenty-four hours without contact was officially in danger. For Irons to contradict that kind of order would completely ruin his authority and certainly lead to his dismissal. His reputation in the department, previously spotless, took a huge hit due to the situation with Bravo. Jill could not fathom why Irons did not take more direct action to bring them back.

Jill pushed open the door to the command center and found all the other members of Alpha team waiting for her. She felt embarrassed, but she was there an hour early. The others must have all come to the station even earlier than that.

Wesker leaned against his desk, his arms crossed. His ever-present sunglasses were on, reflecting the room in his eyes. He wore black boots, dark blue jeans, a gray jacket with a black bulletproof vest over it. He didn’t look happy, but that was nothing uncommon. In all her years at the RCPD, Jill didn’t think she’d ever seen him smile.

Barry nodded toward her in greeting, standing by the computer consoles. Like Wesker, his arms were crossed and he looked particularly unhappy. He wore his usual red vest with holster on the front, containing his massive .44 Colt Anaconda revolver. He was the only member of S.T.A.R.S. that used a gun like that. The rest of Alpha team used standard nine-millimeters, while Barry’s hand cannon fired Magnum rounds.

Chris was standing beside his desk, looking at the floor. He glanced up when Jill entered and gave her a quick, forced smile. He wore his usual black high-tops, black cargo pants, and a white short-sleeved shirt. Over the shirt was a green military vest similar to Barry’s, with a combat knife prominently sheathed across his shoulder. From his belt hung two holsters and a pair of spare clips. In his hands, he twisted a red strip of cloth that he would tie around his head right before they got off the chopper. It was his lucky headband, or so he claimed. His pistol, a nine-millimeter like Jill’s, was a Beretta instead of a Glock. The Air Force, which Chris was a former member of, used a Beretta as their regulation sidearm instead of a Glock, and Chris preferred to keep his when he joined S.T.A.R.S.

Joseph was in the corner, sitting on the edge of Barry’s desk, dressed in flamboyant camouflage pants and a black sleeveless t-shirt to display his tattooed arms. An assault rifle was propped up in front of him and he leaned on it like a cane. His short black hair was spiked up, and an unlit cigarette dangled from his lips.

Brad stood in front of Enrico’s desk, close to Wesker. As usual, he looked out of place. As the team’s pilot, Brad usually did not feel comfortable discussing strategy. He liked to be in the chopper, flying the rest of the team into and out of danger. Being put in danger himself, however, was something he tried to avoid at all costs. He wore black jeans, and orange jacket with bulletproof vest underneath, and a black baseball cap turned backwards.

Jill, how nice of you to come, Wesker said. He had a way of saying sarcastic statements like that with a completely straight face, making many wonder if he possessed even the merest shred of a sense of humor.

I guess I’m late, Jill said.

You’re early, Wesker said, but the rest of us were earlier than you. I’ve been here for three hours, trying to contact Irons.

He won’t talk to anyone, Chris said.

Barry grunted disapprovingly. He’s hiding from us, locked in his office. He’s got something to hide, I can smell it.

He’s scared, Wesker said, his calm voice somehow carrying more weight than Barry’s angry tone. We’ve never dealt with a situation like this. Irons had no choice but to authorize Bravo’s mission, but that was clearly a mistake. He regrets letting them go.

Then he should tell us himself, Barry said. You aren’t his spokesperson.

I’m just putting things in perspective. If something happened to Bravo, he’ll ultimately face responsibility for it. If they’ve come to harm, he feels that he’s to blame. How would you like something like that on your conscience?

That silenced Barry, for the moment. Wesker could always be counted on to see the other side of any situation, to justify what seemed to be unjustifiable actions. It was a skill that Jill wasn’t sure she liked.

When are we leaving? Chris asked.

Wesker checked his watch. Forty-three minutes.

We should go now, Barry said.

We’ve discussed this, Wesker said. We probably should have gone after them last night, but we have to wait twenty-four hours. That’s just the way it is, and I can’t do anything about it.

So we haven’t heard anything from them at all? Jill asked, speaking up.

The silence that greeted her was enough of an answer. Wesker and Barry said nothing and just stared at the floor. Brad changed his stance uncomfortably, probably wishing he was preparing the helicopter. Joseph took the cigarette out of his mouth and studied it. Chris looked at Jill and simply shook his head.

They haven’t reported in since last night, Wesker said. And all of our attempts to contact the government facility have come up empty. They simply aren’t talking to us. We don’t even know what Bravo was sent there for in the first place and we have no information about their current status. We’re going in there effectively blind.

Where, exactly? Joseph asked, talking for the first time since Jill arrived. He held his cigarette in his hand, pointing with it as he talked. How do we know where they are if they couldn’t give us a location?

We have the transponder coordinates from their helicopter, Wesker said.

Okay, so where is this place?

Wesker went to the large map on the side wall and took a red pin off a tray underneath. He stuck it into the map and stepped away so the others could see. It’s fifteen miles from the city limits, in the west valley beneath Arklay Ridge. The closest paved road is Highway 88, but even that is four miles away.

Looks like it’s smack dab in the middle of nowhere, Joseph said.

Wesker agreed. Well, if I was going to build a secret government base, that’s where I would put it.

You still think this is a government facility? Barry asked.

I’m just telling you what I was told, Wesker said, frustration entering his voice. They identified themselves as a government agency and Irons verified it. What else do you want?

I don’t believe them, Barry stated forcefully. A government facility would never call for help from a local police department.

We’re a S.T.A.R.S. unit, Barry. We’re not exactly beat cops.

We’re still a local police force. They’d call the National Guard before they’d call us. And even if they did, they wouldn’t keep it under wraps like this. I’m telling you this entire thing stinks.

And I agree, Wesker said. So let’s drop it, okay? I don’t care who they are, all I know is that Bravo got sent there last night and never came back.

They should never have gone in the first place.

Drop it! Wesker shouted suddenly, stunning them all into silence. He pointed his finger at Barry and clenched his teeth in anger. Do not start on me again, cause I am done arguing with you! We got a call and they took it, all right? What were we supposed to do, just tell them we didn’t believe their story and ignore the call? We don’t have that option, Barry. If someone calls us and says they’re in trouble, we go help them. That’s our job. Bravo did their job, and now we’re doing ours. If you don’t like it, feel free to request a transfer.

Jill stared in shock at Wesker and then at Barry. Somehow, Wesker managed to put Barry in his place. Wesker, despite normally keeping his emotions firmly in check, still lost his temper occasionally. That was nothing new. He yelled at Jill sometimes when she screwed up, he yelled at Brad and Joseph, and he even yelled at Chris sometimes.

But Wesker never yelled at Barry. No one ever yelled at Barry.

Barry might have been the oldest and most experienced member of the team, but Wesker was still the commander. Jill looked at Barry’s face and saw anger and surprise on his features. Even he could not believe Wesker’s outburst.

And for Wesker to imply that Barry was unwilling to go after Bravo was simply unbelievable. Everyone knew that no one wanted to go after them more than Barry did. But Wesker needed to make his point, and even though Jill didn’t agree with Wesker a lot of the time, she admitted to herself that he was in the right this time. It was too late to complain about what happened last night. The mission today was to fix that mistake, not to point fingers and lay blame. Wesker didn’t have a choice, and Jill knew it. Barry knew it too, but Barry was stubborn, so Wesker was forced to drop him down a little.

Brad, Wesker said, his voice still angry. Get the chopper prepped. You have half an hour. Joseph and Jill, you two get down to the armory and supply depot and get everything you can think of. Machine guns, medical packs, night-vision equipment, anything that might come in handy. We don’t know what we’re going to face, so get creative. Chris, come over here and take a look at this map, you know the woods better than I do. Give me an idea of the surroundings in this area.

Finally, he looked back at Barry. Get out of here. I don’t want to see you again until we board the chopper.

Jill and Joseph bolted from the command center before Barry could respond. They headed down the hall, walking fast until they were out of ear shot.

Jesus H. Christ, Joseph said, looking back over his shoulder. I have never seen anything like that in my entire life. Barry looked like Wesker punched him in the stomach.

He’s furious, Jill said. I’m just glad he’s not mad at me.

I know one thing, Joseph said, leaning over to speak confidentially. After this is over, Barry and Wesker are gonna have some words, I guarantee it. I wonder if they’ll be able to work together after this.

I don’t know. I really don’t.

Chapter 2

Wesker walked to the edge of the roof and looked out across Raccoon City. The chilly autumn wind ruffled his jacket and hair, and quickly scattered the smoke from his cigarette. It was early evening, not quite late, but the sky was still dark. Below him, millions of lights glowed. Car head lights and tail lights, street lights, bright windows, too many glowing spots to keep track of. The city was still very much alive.

Wesker took the cigarette from his mouth and flipped it out into the night. It was almost time now. He glanced back at the helicopter, blades rotating slowly, engine idling. Brad was already strapped in the pilot’s seat, anxious to get going. Barry was beside him in the co-pilot’s seat, adjusting his helmet microphone. Chris came out of the station through the roof exit, a black duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He trotted over to the chopper, nodding at Wesker, and boarded.

Wesker casually walked around the side of the helicopter so that none of the people aboard could see him. He lit another cigarette and fished his cell phone out of his pocket. He dialed the number again.

Yes? the man with the Russian accent answered.

You’re in position?

Yes, for most of day.

We’re leaving here in a few minutes. The targets are in the house?

Yes. The large man left for work some time ago, but wife and girls are still here.

Go ahead then. Don’t get ahead of yourself, though. I’ll call you again in an hour or two. Keep them alive until I tell you different.

I will. But wife is very pretty and I lack self-control, yes?

I’m sure you can hold on until I call.

The man laughed. You lack sense of humor, Mister Wesker. Talk to you soon.

Wesker snapped the phone shut. He hated keeping that man around, but unfortunately, he required his services longer than anticipated. Hopefully, when everything was complete, Wesker could give the Russian his final payment by way of a bullet to the head. He’d probably have to, because the man was obviously only loyal as long as the money kept coming. Wesker bought his assistance for over two hundred-thousand dollars from an Umbrella bank account. The same bank account Chief Irons’ payments came from.

Jill and Joseph appeared at the door, hauling more duffel bags. Wesker tossed away his cigarette and ran over to help them carry the equipment to the chopper. Brad must have seen them, because the blades began to pick up speed, battering them with wind.

Did you have any problems with acquisitions? Wesker asked.

Jill just shook her head. They know what we’re about to do. They gave us everything we asked for.

You asked for quite a lot.

Well, you told us to be creative.

They stashed the duffel bags in the helicopter’s rear cargo compartment and then climbed inside. Jill and Joseph sat down in the rear seats and buckled themselves in. Wesker got inside and slid the door closed. He leaned into the pilot’s cab and yelled in Brad’s ear over the growing roar of the spinning blades.

Okay, let’s go!

He sat down beside Chris, facing Jill and Joseph. As he put on a flight helmet, the helicopter rose into the air and drifted away from the building.

Brad, you’ve got the transponder locked? he said into the mike.

Yes, came Brad’s reply.

Get there as fast as you can. Let me know when we’re a mile out.

Yes, sir. Sure thing.

Wesker sat back and sighed, mentally preparing himself for the mission ahead. Around him, the other members of Alpha did the same thing, but unlike them, Wesker knew for certain what they were getting themselves into. Chris and the rest of them didn’t have a clue what they were about to go up against. They thought they were heading to a secret government location. Maybe something out of a science-fiction movie, or a secret base like Area 51. They probably expected underground bunkers and secret biological laboratories. Wesker thought it was funny. That wasn’t too far off the mark.

His plan, or at least what he considered a plan, was so simple that it was sure to go wrong. Brad would land the helicopter close to the mansion, regardless of where Bravo’s helicopter was. They would enter the mansion together and then split up to cover more ground. Wesker would then take a moment to sabotage the helicopter to prevent it from leaving, and then make his way back to his lab to watch things unfold on the security cameras.

Of course, there was still the matter of the surviving Bravo members. Enrico was still alive and running around in the Gamma and Delta labs. Edward disappeared not long after they first arrived on the scene, but the possibility existed that he was alive and hiding somewhere.

And once again, the surprisingly talented Rebecca. Most of the remaining cameras in the upper levels of the chemical treatment plant went blank early in the afternoon, and not long afterward, Wesker noticed smoke in the sky. It scared him at first, because if anyone else noticed it, they might call the fire department or something. Thankfully, the treatment plant was far enough from the city that nobody noticed the smoke, and the wind dispersed it before it attracted unwanted attention.

Cameras spotted Rebecca sometime later, walking along the old dirt road to the scenic area above the Gamma lab. Her partner was gone, so Wesker figured he was dead. The last time Wesker checked, Rebecca made it all the way to the Outlook. He wasn’t sure where she was now.

A certain resurrected mystery man was also currently missing, but Wesker was not optimistic enough to believe for a second that he was dead. He probably followed Rebecca and her partner to the treatment plant, and with the plant’s likely destruction early that morning, Wesker was tempted to think that maybe he burned up with the rest of it. But he didn’t think he was going to be that lucky. The mystery man was probably still lurking around the treatment plant or the surrounding area, but what he was up to or what he was planning, Wesker couldn’t even hazard a guess. He would worry about it later.

No one said anything in the chopper. Usually, he could rely on Joseph to make a bizarre joke or two to keep the mood light, or on Barry to give the team some helpful advice. But not this time. The mission was too important, the unknown fate of Bravo too much to think about. And the argument in the command center killed the mood pretty effectively. Wesker rarely lost his temper, and the fact that he blew up at Barry of all people put everyone on edge. Which was Wesker’s intention to begin with.

He wanted Barry to be angry at him. When the time came, it would make betraying him easier.

He could not help but make guesses about Alpha’s chances of survival. His own guesses about Bravo were half right. He expected Enrico

Reviews for Resident Evil Legends Part Three

[Meredith · Rating: 3 out of 5 stars]

My only problem with this book is that the author made Jill out to be some wimpy crybaby instead of the tough woman she is. I really couldn’t stand that part of it, but overall it was a good read.