Mission 1
Mission Brief: Operation WINTER HARVEST
TOP SECRET//SI/TK//NOFORN
JOINT TASKFORCE: CIA SPECIAL ACTIVITIES CENTER / MI6 SECTION Q
DATE: November 14 .2005
LOCATION: JOINT OPERATIONS ROOM, LANGLEY, VIRGINIA
The room was cold, lit only by the blue glow of a large monitor. Seated across the polished table were two men: Director Arthur Briggs of the CIA's Special Activities Division and Sir Reginald Whitlock, a senior controller from MI6. Before them stood their newest, most unconventional asset.
"At ease, Stone," Briggs began, his voice low and steady. "Or should I say, Mr. Richard? The multi-agency paperwork on you is a nightmare. But your file is… impressive."
Whitlock interlaced his fingers, his English accent precise. "The matter at hand is WillPharma. Publicly, they are the world's leading pharmaceutical company, cleaning up the mess left by Umbrella. Privately, we have… concerns."
MISSION PARAMETERS:
· Primary Objective: Infiltrate the WillPharma Corporation headquarters in Harvardville. Conduct deep reconnaissance to uncover any evidence of illegal viral research, weapons development, or collaboration with remnant Umbrella elements.
· Secondary Objective: Retrieve all relevant data on their T- and G-Virus vaccine programs. Determine if their research is purely defensive.
· Tertiary Objective: Eliminate with extreme caution any personnel who directly threaten your mission or can identify you.
· Rules of Engagement: Covert and silent. You are a ghost. Zero contact with local authorities or other agency assets. This mission never happened.
Briggs leaned forward. "Our intelligence suggests WillPharma's vaccine production is a cover. We believe they are experimenting with weaponized strains. Your unique… constitution… makes you the only operative who can operate in a potential hot zone without risk of infection."
Whitlock added, "The DSO is sending their own man, Leon Kennedy, to investigate a separate lead. He is an ally, but he is not cleared for this program. Your existence is to remain separate from him and all other entities. Avoid him. Do not engage. Is that clear?"
"The flight is civilian. You'll be on it. Once you land, you're on your own. We need absolute proof, Stone. Don't make us regret pulling you out of exile." Briggs concluded. "Good hunting."
Mission 1: Ghost in the Terminal
DATE: OCTOBER 4, 2005
LOCATION: FLIGHT N946, INBOUND TO HARVARDVILLE AIRPORT
The hum of the aircraft engines was a steady drone. Alen, under the alias Adam Stone, sat in the left rear corner, his posture relaxed but his eyes constantly scanning. He wore the guise of a tired businessman, but his mind calculated every variable. His gaze swept across the cabin, settling on a familiar face a few rows ahead: Leon S. Kennedy. He was focused, unaware of the other operative on the plane.
So, the DSO is here, Alen thought. Keep your focus forward, Kennedy. We both have our battles, but mine must stay in the shadows.
Suddenly, the calm broke. A scream tore through the forward cabin, followed by panicked shouts. Alen's body tensed, every instinct alert. He saw passengers convulsing, their skin turning grey, eyes clouding over. The acrid scent of blood and fear filled the recycled air.
T-Virus. Airborne dispersal.
Where others froze, Alen moved with precision. As a newly turned zombie lunged at him, he sidestepped its grab. In one fluid motion, a combat knife appeared in his hand and plunged into its temple. It crumpled to the floor.
He could see Kennedy fighting down the central aisle. Alen went the opposite way. He became a shadow, slipping into a service corridor and away from the main fight. By the time airport quarantine protocols kicked in, Alen was already forcing an emergency exit, disappearing into the chaos of the infected airport.
The WillPharma Facility: Unearthing the Horror
The short journey to WillPharma HQ was a lesson in urban stealth. Alen moved from shadow to shadow, avoiding zombies and panicked response teams. The facility loomed ahead, a monument of glass and steel hiding a terrible secret.
Using a keycard cloned from a deceased executive, Alen breached a side entrance. The corporate lobby was clean and sterile, but it was a lie. The deeper he went, the more the façade fell away.
The underground labs were a vision from a nightmare. The stench of blood, bile, and chemicals was overwhelming. Blood smeared the walls. Containment units were shattered. Half-eaten corpses in lab coats lay scattered, some clutching clipboards with horrific experiments.
Alen's mission was clear. He fought through the infected—zombies and Licker-like creatures. Each encounter was silent and efficient. Silenced pistol shots to kneecaps to create distance, followed by precise knife strikes. Ammo was conserved, movement was prioritized.
At a central terminal, he began downloading encrypted files: shipment logs to black sites, vaccine prototypes that were actually delivery systems for enhanced viruses, and evidence of direct engineering from Umbrella's remnants.
Voices echoed down the hallway. Alen melted into the shadows, pressing against a wall, holding his breath.
VOICES:
"We proceed as planned. Kennedy's here, but he's not our concern. He's just cleaning up the mess."
"And the primary samples? The 'Golgotha' strain?"
"Already secured for transport. The rest is just cleanup. Purge the sector. Let the DSO find only ashes."
Recognizing the window closing, Alen secured the final data packet. He could hear Leon's team approaching the main lab. With seconds to spare, Alen vanished into a ventilation shaft, a ghost in the facility.
When Leon S. Kennedy and his team stormed the lab, they found devastation—half the terminals smoldering from a rushed purge, the rest eerily silent. One terminal hummed faintly; its sensitive files had already been ghosted away.
After-Action Report (Classified Summary)
OPERATION: WINTER HARVEST // STATUS: SUCCESS
· Infiltrated WillPharma HQ during active B.O.W. outbreak.
· Retrieved partial viral research data and vaccine prototype logs; data confirms illicit weapons development under a vaccine cover.
· Secured audio evidence of high-level conspiracy to continue research.
· Zero exposure of operative identity. No contact with DSO operatives or local assets.
· Asset "Adam Stone" extracted and sanitized.
For CIA and MI6, it was a silent victory. For Alen, it was another step deeper into the darkness from which he came.