War Council (Open)

[¤Amy Grace¤]

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The rally had most of Zombie's group standing in front halting their rave as multiple people began shouting out random announcements. Finally Zambi stepped forward and held his hand straight up in the air and dropped it to his side in a fist everyone instantly went silent. He stared across the crowd seeing the Patriots move toward the front of the platform on the left and Alice's group move in from the right while his men were dead center. Charlie was at his side holding a long range scout tactical rifle, she was very proficient at using it if she had to. Zambi picked up the mic that was being used for the stage show a while ago and began.

"All you mother fuckers are gathered here for an important meeting. We as leaders of the free world have gathered you all to discuss our future and write in some alliances and map the battle plan of tomorrow. After today, it wont matter which flag you fly, which history you were apart of, it wont matter if you were a two bit Johnny with a murder on our wrap sheet. What matters is that everyone here is family to some degree. You are all brothers and sisters in a cause to right he wrongs done to us all. While Sears will never change his views and the sheeple who follow him will never see us as human, we have one thing to look forward to. No matter what happens tonight, tomorrow the world will be ours."

Amy stood near the stage she was staying in plain sight just in case she was called on by any of the leaders for any reason. She sipped off her beer while listening to Zambi talk, one thing she liked about Zambi was that he knew how to string together words without making any threats that would bring out violence.

"Soon my brothers and sisters, we will be able to walk the streets of Staten Island without a problem, this place will fully be ours in the end, and Sears will do best in leaving us the hell alone. He wants us herded into camps, why not here? Why not send all Illegals to Staten Island? We are far from D.C. we have homes here, we have jobs, we have families, and most of all, we have communities. Even if there are still people on this island that don't see eye to eye with us we still have a lot of leisure here. So you sleepers, relay that message. Zombie only wants Sears to pull his men out of the Island!"

That's when she noticed Alice come from the back warehouse, she was followed closely by Dozer and another man equally as large, they were sentient projects similar to T-103, the difference was that Dozer had a team with Anya and Gabriel Lachney, unfortunately Anya was killed in 2006 by Natas and Lachney hasn't been seen since Pittsburgh fell leaving Dozer without a family but that's when Alice picked him up and ever since he's been one of her main body guards.

"Without further delay, allow me to introduce, Alice!"

The crowd on all sides burst into a roar of cheers. Even if Alice wasn't fighting this war and even if she was part of her own faction every B.O.W. out there had immense respect for her and the things she did to protect them. Many of the men in the Patriots and Zombie were once associates of Alice's group when she opted to continue fighting Umbrella a lot of them switched sides to fight more direct wars, be it freedom or sanctuary. Those people spread her name far and wide making her a serious messiah to the common Illegal. Alice made her way onto the stage, Dozer followed but the other man stopped at the stairs and waited. She made it to the top and set down the lap top, a crane off to the right of the stage brought the projector rigging in and began to shine the giant white square on the warehouse door behind the stage. She synced the laptop with the projector and the first image was the mangled body of Isiah Stonewall.

"Holy shit," Amy said looking back at Adam.

[¤Amy Grace¤]

Alice crossed the stage and took the mic from Zambi, she cleared her throat and began to speak.

"Over the last three days we've been getting images like this from D.C. Umbrella forced a raid on the Pentagon in an attempt to take President Sears's life, the end result left over thirty dead within the complex and many more that are deemed classified. Of the classified, Isiah Stonewall, D'marcus Jones, Travis Builer. All three are high up on the Stonewall order roster, Isiah was the leader of Stonewall. It has officially been reported that Sears was lone in his office when several T-103s infiltrated that section of the Pentagon," she clicked the remote to the next image which showed a blown out office with about three maybe four 103 corpses, the damage to them was so extensive that you couldn't really tell what happened to them.

"This image is of the Presidents office. He was alone, meaning the President is either a complete badass like we all know he is or he is unnatural which causes his entire argument about Illegals to collapse in on itself," she clicked to the next image which showed the D.C. airfield with primed jets and helicopters, "Those are raptors and apachis, ready to be mobilized to attack. As of five days ago they weren't present on that airfield. We have reason to believe Sears is not about to start anymore wars but he's gearing up to protect himself and counter attack anyone who attempts that same attack again. The troubling thing is that the 103s infiltrated the walls to attack Sears, there was no other way in or out and they still somehow bypassed security."

She went to the next image which simply showed the cover of Wonderland.

[The Reaper]

Krieger and his men only just arrived, he had about a dozen more than when Amy and Adam last seen him, this time he was surrounded by his elites. He made his way up the stage to join the other resistance leaders and listened carefully to Alice and watched the images. For the moment Krieger would be silent, he had no reason to talk but he did spot Amy and the other guy and he nodded at her and put his finger to his lips, he knew Amy would understand.

Off in the distance Chambers sat on a roof top, he signaled to Whisper the direction he would be reconing but also kept his radio on to listen in to the council. Someone in the crowd was broadcasting and anyone who could catch the signal would be boosting it. This meeting would be public, he only assumed Alice wanted it that way since it was on the frequency she often used. He zeroed in on the crowd watching carefully for any one who might be a threat.

[«Wraith»]

Adam's mouth dropped open at what he saw. He was right, the attack did wipe out Stonewall. He'd have to get a better look at those pictures later on if he ever got a chance. With that organization down they were probably going to seek foreign aid again. Especially if Umbrella attacked and it wasn't a set up for a trap... He scratched his chin and looked around, he wouldn't be surprised if many of the people here were hoping Sears was dead.

[¤Amy Grace¤]

"That's not good at all," Amy said downing her beer briefly after then set it on the ground and kicked it, "Stonewall has been crippled, unless Jack takes over, but they lost all the tactical advantages and strategies that they had before." The crowd was whispering to themselves over the news, it shocked everyone since Stonewall's HQ was located not too far away and they had shown indifference against the Illegals but directly protected the President since his secret service was lost in the outbreak.

[Alicia 'Whisper']

The rifle of choice for this scantly clad woman was so massive it was actually longer than her when fully assembled, it fired 20mm rounds and could cripple tanks and other vehicles in a single shot if need be. The calm night made it ideal for using this weapon, the crowd down there wasn't ideal though. If she fired this weapon into that crowd she'd kill dozens of people to get one target. But that was why she had her other rifle on standby all she had to do was roll from one position to the other to get a vastly smaller caliber of bullet for pinpoint sniping. The 20mm rifle on the other hand was there just so she could take out anything in the sky or any huge targets that may pop up.

Like Chambers, she too had a radio and she was watching the images from a distance with her scope.

[Deleted]

Dressed in black cargo pants and t-shirt with matching boots and leather jacket, the man with the golden eyes watched the slide show and crowd with a detached interest. Arms crossed, Kincaid leaned against a wall as he watched the goings on. He wasn't too terribly interested in the war against injustice or whatever they wanted to call it beyond who would be paying him more to fight. Logically speaking he had more of a reason to fight for these people than he did those in the city, considering he was technically one of them, yet he often found employment through those in the city, more willing and able to pay him. So far these groups had been pretty tight fisted with any kind of currency or goods. Not that he really minded any more. The world had gone to hell, so even with an abundance of money, he couldn't really live a comfy life style anymore, not that it appealed to him. It made people grow soft, and he was born for the battlefield. Recently however he'd heard talks about something big going down here on Staten Island and he'd wandered over this way to see if he could make some sort of profit out of it.

Once upon a time, the Hellhound would've demanded a high price for his services as an internationally renowned assassin. These days? He was lucky to get a gun or a couple magazines of ammo out of it. He mostly would attach himself to a caravan or convoy and work as added security for a small fee. Maybe he could interest one of these resistance leaders in his services. Surely they'd be able to pay him better. He could use some new gear that they seemed to have a grasp on, a resupply on ammo and food, and perhaps even a new gun or two, or some modifications for his current stock. He wasn't too picky these days, looking to make a living wherever he could. His last venture had proved moderately beneficial, letting him acquire a few new weapons. He cracked a beer as he watched and listened, musing in thoughtful silence. They meant to start a war, no mistakes about it, and the information they were revealing was moderately entertaining if nothing else. High profile leaders dead or under assassination attempts, damned kids these days got all the good jobs, or else gone into hiding. Man, what did a hired killer have to do these days?

[Kap'n Kasi]

Mary Death had arrived to the party a bit late, but in time to hear the bad news. The crowd was mumbling but the moment a couple people spotted her they began moving away from her as she took her place in them, at least arms length away from everyone. The Bounty Killer was well known by all of these people, she was famous for taking jobs on anyone with a criminal background within the last five years and she had a very high kill count so far. It was only natural for these people to want to avoid her even if they respected her. She crossed her arms, her Nodachi was on her back she wasn't wearing her combat gear but she was dressed appropriately in the event that she had to fight.

"What's going on?" She asked.

"Alice is holding a War Council to announce her plans, but this is a lot different than what we had planned," said one of Zambi's men who didn't move away from her, he didn't seem to care who she was. So she continued to watch.

[¤Amy Grace¤]

"In retaliation to these attacks I was contacted directly by President Sears," Alice began, the moment she said that everyone went silent, "He asked me directly if we were involved in these attacks and I told him not a single BOW in any faction would commit such atrocities, especially not with Umbrella support. George said okay and ended the call, regardless of what he is or what he did to protect himself he understands it was none of the Illegals." She changed the image the following one was blurred but was an image of someone standing on a building overlooking Boston.

"We have reason to believe that Project Natas is still alive even after its destruction. I believe it is somehow involved with the attack several days ago, if not it's still classified as a Type 0 B.O.W. capable of leveling any safe zone that it encounters. This image was forwarded to me by J.W. several weeks ago. According to Chambers no one has been seen outside Staten Island like this. I believe we all trust his watchful eye as well. The last bit of news I have is about data I received just this morning by one of my agents Amy Grace. She located the BOW that leveled the tunnel but it is hyper sensitive to emotion causing it to awaken and flee. As usual, we don't know exactly what she looks like however the images on her files," the image changed to the profile of a girl, "show that she would easily blend into the damsel in distress situation."

Alice allowed them to take in the information as she prepared the next briefing. She looked to Dozer and nodded he signaled the other crane operator who swung a cage around with a single extremely large man inside of it.

"This is a new breed of mass produced tyrant, you'll notice it is larger than the usual 103 but looks similar," Alice signaled Dozer who lifted his shotgun and plugged a slug through the Tyrants chest, on impact it began to mutate the wound into scar tissue, "It reacts to damage similarly to how we heal, however its scar tissue is a lot harder than ours. This single tyrant took down base camp 6 outside of Queens two days ago. It was captured by Chambers earlier this morning taking several shots to its main core before finally dropping," Alice gave the signal to Chambers, a moment later there was a loud bang and the Tyrants head exploded from a 50cal bullet slamming through it, the Tyrant slumped over in the steel cage, "They are hard to kill," it began to stand again and another shot was fired hitting it in the neck blowing apart its spine, "But not impossible."

[Legatus]

From a comfortable distance - not right at Krieger's side, at least, since he was no Lieutenant - Victor Karthe stood guard. His M4, attracting more than a few envying stares for its spotless condition and attachments, hung across his front from a sling he wore over his chest rig. Even in dirty, well-worn combats, he cut a proud figure, carrying himself with all the pride of a trained soldier.

He, like Krieger, had little to say at the moment. The hunter observed Alice's presentation in silence, and the unceremonious execution of her Tyrant prisoner with a brief smile of approval. They may not have had anywhere near the resources commanded by the likes of Umbrella or Sear's government, but Alice surrounded herself with lieutenants every bit as fearsome as she was and the power she commanded here showed clearly.

[The Reaper]

He let out a sharp whistle when the thing was deaded. 24 hours ago he was neck deep in T-103s, he imagined if these things were there most of his crew would have been wiped out. Krieger folded his arms across his chest and continued listening, every word Alice said was interesting to him if only because it sounded like his enemy had gotten weaker with the attack.

Chambers released the mag from his rifle and replaced it with a fresh one, he took two bullets from his ammo pouch and without looking placed them one by one in the other magazine. He made sure he had full firepower just in case, not that he was worried, with Whisper being trained by him and them being on the same side he was sure she could cover any reloads he had and he could cover any reloads she had.

[¤Amy Grace¤]

Amy watched as the Tyrant was executed, the new breed of 103s proved that they would be a huge problem in the field eventually. The damage resistance it had against a shotgun slug, its regeneration, it all proved that Umbrella was still making some nasty things, or at least upgrading old projects.

"Nice."

Zambi said watching as the Tyrant was killed. His people roared loudly, any mutant BOW dead was a good one. It took them a moment to stop cheering but when all was said and done he was thoroughly impressed with Alice as usual, she knew how to keep a show going and better yet how to keep the crowd moving.

[«Wraith»]

Adam pushed through the crowd to get to Amy he tapped her on the shoulder whispering into her ear. "I don't like this feeling I'm getting about this entire scene. I'll be back, I promise." As he said that he took a step back and vanished, a small sound echoed fourth as if a bird was taking off. Adam touched down far away from where he was originally, miles actually he was kneeling on the porch of an old plantation house. Panting he didn't waste time unlocking the door and going in. He searched the giant box he had in the main quarters scrambling for something he gave himself a figurative pat on the back as he pulled out a belt with a holster attached to it and the holster had a massive hand cannon. This was the gun Irvine had made him. He strapped it to his hip and went out the door just as several choppers flew low over head headed to what looked like direction of D.C. It was dark and with no lights he couldn't see a thing to distinguish them. I'd better bet back quick. He locked up and once again vanished, appearing right where he originally was beside Amy.

[¤Amy Grace¤]

"Now," Alice said after letting the crowd die out, "You know our enemy, you know that they are out there, there is no denying that Umbrella is still strong and yet we still fight against the government? The government that is being targeted by the same enemy. Wonderland is here, we will not attack George Sears when our enemy is clearly what created most of us. We will not attack a man who is simply afraid of us and is doing his best to protect the people under his power. Diplomacy is key! Umbrella still lives with or without Hija Himura. William Birkin has made it clear his intentions are to resurrect Subject 0, Sazon Himura is still out there. Arix Himura still lives! Our enemy is not a man wearing a suit who makes the choices for what's left of America, our enemy is the one that destroyed this country, that destroyed seventy percent of this world!"

"Our enemy hides among us! They are here now, they listen to our words because they know they can get away with murder in these times! They are the reason you are oppressed! Not George Sears! The Grace Alternative destroyed the tunnel killing thousands! A project created by Umbrella that has ruined all of our lives! The incident in New York City was caused by Umbrella with a B O W Carrier! Not us! But we are feared for that reason, we are to be feared for the power we possess that no common man can easily defeat!"

[Mike]

"Sir, the rally has began," A man holding a satellite phone entered President Sears' temporary office. He held the phone out to Sears who took it and leaned his head to the side. He listened in calmly and put his cigar in the ashtray gently rubbing it across the bottom of it putting it out. He stood up still listening and walked over to the coat rack and grabbed his trench coat from it. He took the phone back into his hand still holding it to his ear and finally spoke.

"Understood, I will be there soon," he hung up the phone and looked at his assistant, "Have them prepare the Black Hawk, strip the weapons off it fly the white flag."

It took him several minutes to leave the office building and get into the armored jeep then go on their way.

"Are you sure about this sir?"

"Are you afraid to die? If you are I understand you can stay behind, I have lived my life and I'm not afraid to die. The resistance will see this, they will see that killing me is equally a bad idea, with my death at their hands it only proves the point that they are dangerous and all the nations under my control will do their best to kill them all," Sears began to cough heavily and finally stopped, "Besides, a dying old man with a message is all they're getting today."

They made it to the air field where Sears boarded the customized high speed Black Hawk, he looked at his assistant and waved him off, "you have a wife and kids, take the night off. I expect breakfast in the morning however, do not forget." Sears closed the hatch to the Black Hawk and away it went up in the air. There was another entity on the Black Hawk however, a man in full combat gear, gas mask, helmet, vest, fatigues, he had a single M4 fully kitted out resting against his leg. The two didn't make eye contact, Sears knew why this man was here, he was the deterrent.

It took them only twenty minutes to clear the gap from their current location and be hovering over Staten Island. They were heading to the Warehouse district flying a white flag with no weapons on the Black Hawk itself.