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Subject: [UW!] Skyler Part 9
From: "Joshua McClellan" josh@bright.net
Date: Mon, 06 September 1999 10:52 PM EDT
Message-id: <01bef8da$87ea70c0$31248fd1@default>
The Office of White Umbrella, Umbrella’s European Headquarters:
Carl’s boot heels pocked on the cold grey marble of the large office’s
floor as he walked toward the expansive oak desk that sat in the shadows at
the far end. He was nervous, very few people had a face to face meeting
with White Umbrella, and even fewer lived to tell about it.
Carl was no coward but he knew the type of research that Umbrella
performed but he always put it out of his mind when he checked on the Swiss
Bank account where his money was deposited weekly.
“That’s far enough Mr. Garibaldi,” White Umbrella said from behind his
desk, the large leather executive’s chair that he sat in squeaked as he
adjusted his position.
His forehead was beaded with cold sweat as he stopped where he was, in the
middle of a large Umbrella Logo that had been made of red and white marble
that flowed seamlessly in with the other marble flooring.
“You called for me Sir,” he said after swallowing.
“Yes I did Carl, it seems we may have another incident occurring in Racoon
City,” White Umbrella said lighting a cigar, the match was only lit for a
second but Carl didn’t even catch a glimpse of the man.
“Incident Sir,” Carl said knowing full well what he meant.
“Yes I want you to keep tabs on a couple of people, if they get to close
to the truth I want you to eliminate them, and if the Incident gets anymore
drastic I want you to kill every living and Un-living thing in that town,
is that understood Mr. Garibaldi,” White Umbrella said the barely hidden
menace covered by the man’s smooth voice.
“What about our agents and employees currently in the area Sir,” Garibaldi
asked?
“They are expendable,” White Umbrella said coldly and swivelled in his
chair in dismissal of Garibaldi.
“Yes Sir,” and Garibaldi did an about face and walked back out of the room
and shut the doors behind him quietly until he heard the catch snick into
place and he slumped against the doors with a sigh of relief. He walked
back into the waiting room and the secretary handed him a thick manilla
envelope, accepting it he left the office area and rode the elevator down
to the 13th floor and sat down in his seat in his office and opened the
envelope and spilled it’s contents out on the table.
The first one was a picture of a man in his late twenties to early
thirties, he was wearing a Marine uniform and a black beret was at a jaunty
angle on his head, the man was smiling but he had the cold eyes of a
trained killer, he had thick brown hair but streaks of gray were running
through it. Carl hoped he had didn’t have to face the man one on one,
because he wasn’t sure if he would be able to take the muscular man.
The picture was followed by a report on the man:
Full Name: Skyler Keaton Davis Age: 30 Weight: 198lbs. Height: 6' 1"
Personality: An outgoing person but tends to keep to himself at times,
this man is extremely dangerous.
Occupation: Former Marine Force Recon Sergeant; Retired, but owns
a few businesses in Racoon City that he inherited from his sister upon
her death, he has also invested heavily in the stock market.
Living Relatives: None, all dead, plus his Fiancee was killed in a car
crash a few years earlier.
Combat Skills: As stated earlier Former Marine Force Recon, spent eight
years in the Marines, knows several forms of unarmed combat including
Judo, Savate, and Tai-Chi. Is proficient in most small arms, also has
demolitions training and is a crack-shot, also has taken several
defensive
driving courses.
“You’re a rather dangerous man Mr. Davis,” Garibaldi whispered to himself.
The next item in the stack of papers was a photo of black man with salt
and pepper hair wearing an Arklay County Sheriffs Department uniform and
after that was a dossier on the man.
Full Name: Henry Adams Tailor Age: 37 Weight: 200lbs. Height: 6' 2"
Personality: Friendly outgoing and well liked by everyone that knows
him.
Occupation: Former Army Corporal (4 years); Currently is the Chief
Deputy of the Arklay County Sheriffs Department and acting Chief of
Police in Racoon City, (15 years).
Living Relatives: Brother in Oklahoma, and Sister and Niece living in
Beaver Ridge.
Combat Skills: Four years of military experience and is a tough as nails
officer and is considered fair by both people and fellow officers, 15
years as a Sheriff’s deputy.
“Not quite as dangerous as Mr. Davis but dangerous nonetheless,” he
thought to himself, getting up he made a phone call and packed a small bag
from the wardrobe that he kept in his office and left the building heading
for the airport.
* * * * * *
Skyler and Cassandra finished their lunch and decided to go check out the
Racoon Retreat and see if possibly they could dig up any clues on the
missing tourists.
Cassandra parked the car in the lot and they walked to the main building
both of them carrying their automatic weapons.
“Look out,” Skyler shouted and shoved Cassandra out of the way and brought
the Thompson up tugging the trigger, fifteen steel-jacketed rounds impacted
with the side of the skinned dog that had been preparing to leap at
Cassandra and it juddered in a death dance and then lay on the ground dead.
“Damn,” that was close she breathed.
“Let’s get out of here before anymore unfriendlies show up,” he said
helping her up and they raced for the car forgoing searching the hotel.
As they were heading back down the road another one of the dogs ran out in
front of the car and Cassandra floored it hitting the dog, it flipped up
over the hood and bounced onto the roof and slid off the back with a yelp
and lay still and they continued back to town.
“I’m not liking this one bit,” Skyler said.
“Yeah it seems things are getting worse,” Cassandra agreed.
“You know what,” Skyler said, “I think it’s time we looked at some old
case files.”
Cassandra nodded and drove them back to the RPD building and they started
going through the old case files, three hours and several pots of coffee
later they tracked down Tailor to his office and talked to him.
“As near as I can figure Umbrella is behind all this,” Skyler said
finishing up his and Cassandra’s findings.
“I had a similar thought myself,” Tailor said musingly, “I think it’s time
we paid Umbrella a little visit,” he said standing up.
“Cassandra stay here with Heather okay, Henry and I’ll take care of this,”
Skyler said and stood up himself.
“Sure,” Cassandra said and left the room to go talk to Heather.
“You ready,” Tailor asked?
“As I’ll ever be,” Skyler replied.
The two of them didn’t speak much on the way to the Umbrella plant on the
outskirts of town and they arrived twenty minutes later.
Both men were grim-faced as they walked into the main reception area and
started walking passed the horse shoe shaped reception desk.
“Just where the hell do you two think your going,” a security guard asked
angrily and started to reach for his gun.
“You mind,” Skyler said to Tailor.
“Be my guest,” he said shrugging.
Before the guard had his gun out of his holster Skyler punched him in the
jaw sending him to the floor unconscious, “anywhere we damned well please
boy.”
“Glass jaw,” Tailor asked?
Skyler just nodded grinning and the two continued into the offices of the
plant.
“Can I help you,” the secretary asked as they entered the plant manager’s
office.
“Yes, we would like to speak to the Plant Manager,” Tailor said taking the
lead.
“Hold on one second,” the secretary said and pushed an intercom button.
“Yes what is it,” and irritated voice said over the intercom.
“Two officers are here to see you Sir,” she said.
“Send them in, send them in,” the voice said turning politician oily.
Looking up she spoke to Tailor and Skyler, “Mr. Calhoun will see you now.”
Burnson Calhoun was fat little round man with a sweaty palm and an oily
politicians voice and Skyler felt like he needed to wash his hand after
shaking the man’s hand.
“What can I do for you gentlemen today,” he asked.
“We are just making a routine check and making sure that everything is in
order,” Tailor said.
“Everything is fine gentlemen, I assure you,” Burnson said his beady eyes
getting a little suspicious.
“I’d also like to see your building permits for the new construction,”
Tailor said.
“Why do you need to see them,” Burnson asked suspiciously?
“I’m just making sure everything is up to date and code,” Tailor replied
smoothly.
“Of course, of course,” Burnson said a little relieved and he got up and
left the room.
Tailor looked at Skyler, “Five minutes tops, so we better make it quick,”
Skyler said and they hurriedly searched the room, the only thing they found
was a pair of smelly socks in one of Calhoun’s drawers and a diskette that
Skyler had fished out of the trash labeled L7SR they were both back in
their seats before Calhoun returned.
“Here they are gentlemen,” Calhoun said handing the permits to Tailor.
“They seem to be all in order,” Tailor said flipping through them and
giving them a cursory glance before handing them back.
“Is there anything else I can do for you gentlemen today,” Calhoun asked.
“No that’ll be all,” Tailor said and they left the office.
After they had left Calhoun sat down at his desk the sweat finally pouring
out of him like a river and he hurriedly dialed a number, “They are
starting to get suspicious,” he told the person on the other end.
“Don’t worry I’ve taken care of it,” the person said and hung up.
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J.E. McClellan-----
Good... Bad... I'm the one with the gun.
----Bruce Campbell; Army of Darkness