RESIDENT EVIL: The Time is Now (Story board)

"Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!" Malconin beamed as he scrubbed dirt off a computer screen with his fist and then he gave the top of the monitor a kiss. "Oh, you little beauty!"
He picked up a toppled chair and wheeled it into position, leant his gun up against the desk, then sat down and brought up the comand prompt screen; typing in Umbrella. He jumped at a sudden noise and snatched up the shot gun, only to find Drake wheeling a chair across to his position.
"No working radio's," he explained with a shrug. "What have you found?"
Malconin replaced the gun and turned to the screen. "I am attempting to find access to an Umbrella system. I told you earlier that the P.D and Umbrella worked together before Umbrella became a large entity...Only problem is, I think I will need the code name of the operation and..." A security prompt popped up on screen, prompting him for a password only.
"Okay, so I only need a password. This could take some time."
Drake frowned. "Didn't you tell me when we met, that your father worked for Umbrella?"
"Yes, he was Head of Security when I joined. It's how I got a job with them in the first place. What's your point?"
"Would he have been Head of Security during this operation you speak of?"
Malconin hit the desk with a fist as realisation dawned. "Of course! My father would have put his code in place." Malconin smiled. "I know it! I know the code."
He proceeded to type in a name that no one bar he and his father knew, a nickname they gave Malconin's mother; Milk.
*Access granted*
Malconin glaced at Drake and slapped him on the shoulder. "You're smarter than you look, Arse Kicker!" he chuckled and proceeded to search for Ark.

Ark awoke

"project Ark is stabilising, and his vital signs are regenerating rapidly" a voice said.

Ark tried to look but his vision was blured, Ark's eye sight came to, he saw people in white coats with the Umbrella symbol on them, one came closer, and stared at Ark, "give him half an hour to rest, then prepare him for the physical examination" the man said, he walked away, and Ark was put into a room

Bildo woke up about 5mins l8r to see his son sat on his chest.
"DAD" he screamed and hugged him hard.
He looked up and saw his wife, Roxanne stood there with a frying pan in his hand.
"sorry i thought you was one of them" she said a bit embarrassed.
(Roxanne long blonde hair brown eyes size 12 5,6 and were in jeans and her wolly fury jacket. Jack (the son) short blonde hair blue eyes bout 4,4 and 10trs old. wereing full tracksuit.)

Malconin tapped the desk impatiently with his fingers as satellite traking systems scanned the city for heat and T-virus signatures. He turned to Drake and looked at him long and hard.
"You have more than proven to me that Umbrella's choice was a valid one. Trouble is, I still have no idea why they would choose you, or why they would leave you as you are and not experiment on you. Can you think of anything...anything at all as to why they would test you in such a way?"

"No idea..." Drake was just as confuzed as Mal was. He thought long and hard. They obviously thought he was strong enough for something, but for what. Drake thought. "You think they wanted a normal human to fight against one of you guys..." Drake's mind began to real. They knew he wouldn't fight Mal, they had gotten to close, but maybe Berina.... No, she was his boss, they knew he wouldn't do that either. "Ark," he said.

Malconin raised and eyebrow. "Ark?" He scratched his head. "Do you think, perhaps, that this whole thing centres around whatever Umbrella have planned for Ark?"

Drake shrugged. "I guess we won't know unless its in their somewhere." The thought of fighting someone like Berina scared the sh!t outa him. But he wasn't going to worry about it. He wasn't even sure if it was true yet, and he never feared something before its time.

As darion looks over both raine and paul he assumes their fine and asks "do you guys plan on heading back to camp or out further..."
"Well i plan on going to camp so ill see ya around.." He radios to berina "where Are you?? " As he packs up and gets his bike ready.

"HE sends one more message saing that anyone who can here him should plan on meeting some where." and he waits for the replie.

"Wot a zombie thingy" Bildo said.
"NO one of them guys in the white suits, they were coming for Jack" Roxanne said confuzed
"NOO" he said angryly. " i don't know who they are but its not safe here"
"Jack carry this for dad will ya were leaving" Handing Jack the ruc sac.
Then he takes the gun out of his ankle holster and handed it to his wife.
"take this for me and if you see any of them things near us shoot them in the head" Bildo said walking out of the door. "comon then" the both followed. As they were jogging down the street Roxanne asked "were are we going" bildo replied a new friends house for a sec" They quickly ran round the corner 2 blocks from their house and headed for the apartment. "over here" bildo said panting as they entered the build and arrived at the door. (chhesssh) "Erica we are coming in the door" (chhesssh), (chhesssh) "ok" (chhesssh) she said. Bildo took the key out of the letter slot and unlocked the door. Walked in the other two went through to the living room were Erica was. Bildo locked the door behinde him and pulled out his radio and replied to the message. (chhesssh) "Hello ill meet up with you" (chhesssh) (chhesssh) "need assistance one person is injured were at 13 main street 3 blocks form the RPD HQ"(chhesssh) (chhesssh) "can you assist"(chhesssh) Bildo waits for reply.

Detective Travis Russell awoke in his makeshift sanctuary. He had barricaded himself in the locker room of the first floor, and had his duffel bag with him. Travis pulled his silver .44 magnum Desert Eagle out of its shoulder holster, and checked it over. He had many mags for it in his bag, along with more supplies. Travis also had a Ninjato strapped along the small of his back, for close-quarters battle. Travis Was a large man by all accounts and he used his strength to his advantage. Gathering his thing in the bag before slinging it over his shoulder, Travis decided it was time to leave. Walking over to the door he moved all of the benches and listened carefully before opening it.

Travis walked out of the locker room and into the outstretched arms of a shambling zombie. "Sonuva!" he shouted as his left hand found the zombie's throat and closed around it. With a loud, echoing crack he snapped the zombie's neck. The body fell to the floor as the head remained in Travis' hand. "Heres looking at you kid." he said as he recognized the young rookie, before dropping the head and moving to the left. As he rounded the corner he saw a beautiful woman in fatigues wielding a katana. "Aw that is just great! Why the hell am I not surprised i would run into you!" Travis said as he recognized Berina

Drake wirled around, shot gun at his shoulder. "And who the hell are you? And speak quick, I don't know whos friend or not anymore." People were coming outa the walls now. The man was huge, and he looked relatively agile, probably extremely useful in a fight, but Drake had no problem blowing his brains out if he didn't get an answer. He had no way of knowing if this man had been bitten yet, though by his size, Drake guessed he would be last to be bit.

Malconin was about to answer for the newcomer, for he knew exactly who the man was. He had seen the mans file on the Umbrella network along side Drake's and Paul's. But the computer alerted him to a find and he turned back to the screen.
The satellite scan had picked up a large and very dense concentration of the T-Virus at the north end of the city. He typed furiously on the keys and sent the satellite imagery zooming in on the location. It appeared to be a drug store of some type, but something was wrong with the readings. According to the satellite, the T-Virus concentration was at least ten meatres below ground.
Malconin cursed. He knew what that meant. It meant that there was another underground facility similar to the Hive in the city. "Fu*k me!" He turned to Drake who still stood waiting for the newcomers reply. "There's another underground facility accessed through a drug store. Do you know what this means? The bastards could have found any number of ways to distribute the T-Virus through a drug store. I'm not sure if it would be effective via ingestion, but if they, say, created an antiseptic that contained the T-Virus, then any poor bastard that cut himself would unknowingly be applying the T-Virus where it has a chance of entering the blood stream."
He slammed his fist down onto the desk in fury. "Umbrella are seriously sick fu*ks!"

Yeah, no kidding, but if your just figuring that out then it leaves me wondering how you've made it this far. Drake lower your weapon, is that anyway to greet an old friend." Travis said as he began walking down the hall to the three people. He recognized all of them, but He didn't acknowledge Malconin's prescence. Just as well though as he didn't seem to recognize Travis himself. "Well about your second hive I could have told you where it was. For months i hace been working undercover as a Police Detective, but every two weeks i have had to go in for a briefing."

Travis finally looked over at Malconin, "Good to see you are among the living. Its been awhile. The last time i saw you all was before Raccoon City One went to shit." Travis said as he noted the puzzled look on Mal's face. He was hoping that Berina would not have told her husband about what they had down only months after his reported death.

(occ: It is most likely not what any of you {points at reader} are thinking)

*Flashback*
Travis sat in the cheesy motel as he went through the files on his laptop. He was to alter his cover story that he was out of town when the nuclear reactor went critical, and apply at the police station wherever he was sent next, but until then he was to watch after his old C.O. Berina Valious. She was just cleared by the company doctor and Travis had orders to accompany her to an installation deep in the forest where she would stay for a few months to recuperate.

She suddenly burst through the bathroom door, screaming as she held her arm. It was rippling as if there was something moving under her skin, and it obviously was causing her great pain. "Oh Damn!" Travis shouted as he grabbed the blanket from the bed and threw it over Berina as he ran to her. "Its ok. Everything is going to be ok." Travis said as he cradled her until she cried herself to sleep. He Put her on the bed and sat in the room's only chair watchin the door. When she awoke the next day she made him promise not to tell anyone he had seen her like that.

Travis promised and never said anything, but ever since that day Berina treated Travis colder than she treated anyone else whenever they saw each other again. Travis wouldn't have minded if it had been anyone one else, but for some reason Berina always reminded him of Rain.
*End Flasback*

Travis sighed as he thought of Rain once again, but he knew she would not be returning to him anytime soon. "So what are you three wanting at the Second Hive anyway?"

Berina turned slightly, raising an eyebrow, "Russ? Holy shit, I thought you were dead along with the rest of them." Her mouth didn't move but the words were telepathically projected, she ushered Drake to lower his weapon, "I am glad to see you still live...I unfortunately was not so lucky...Umbrella got to me before I had the chance of any defence, that's why I dont look like the Berina you knew once. Sorry my friend...the pain too much in the end."

Travis didn't so much hear the words as he felt them. He didn't really acknowledge that he heard them other than a nod in Berina's direction as he thought to himself. 'we'll have to talk about it later, right now let's just worry about surviving.' If she could talk with her mind he hoped she could listen too.

(OCC: sorry so short working on too rpg at once.)

Berina nodded slightly and made her way out into the hall, more of the enemy were coming and she wanted to be ready.

Malconin stared at Travis Russell with a furrowed brow. The man had claimed to know him, but Malconin could have sworn he had only seen his face on file. He searched deep into his memory, but could pull nothing forth on the man. Perhaps Drake was right, perhaps they shouldn't just trust this newcomer. Something just felt fishy to Malconin.
Slowly, cautiously, he replied to Travis' question. "Umbrella has kidnapped a kid that was with us survivors. We intend find out what they want with him and, if possible, we intend to rescue him." As he spoke, Malconin's hand took hold of the shot gun leaning against the desk. He felt more secure with the cold weapon in his hand.

"Mal I realise your suspicions and they are valid. But Russ is on the side of no one, as I have always been...from my mind to yours my love...there is no evil in this mans heart." Berina hoped that her words would mean something to ease his troubled mind.

Travis recognized the look of mistrust in Mal's eyes. "well then WE better get there quickly. Whatever is going down at the Hive it must be stopped." Travis Said as he holsterd his Eagle, and unsheathed his Katana(OCC: I origanally meant That but put Ninjato)"If it makes it any easier you can take my guns." Travis said to Mal, making sure Mal knew that he knew Mal didn't trust him.