1988 - Umbrella Executive Training Center.
Inside an underground laboratory, the roar of submachine guns echoed. The doctor, whom the barrels were aimed, leaned over his table, peering into a microscope, completely unaware of his upcoming demise. His body convulsed under the barrage. Within seconds, one of Umbrella's brilliant minds was gone: Dr. James Marcus, gunned down mercilessly by his two protégés.
The eleven-year-old Silven watched as the doctor was riddled with bullets. The spent cartridges fell slowly as his world did. All he could think at that moment was the satisfying, almost euphoric feeling, seeing the life flee from the man's eyes.
Silven approached the deceased doctor, took a small chip from inside his lab coat's pocket, and went on with the rest of the day as if nothing had happened.
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Ten years had passed since the assassination of Dr. Marcus, and Silven had become one of the most promising U.S.S. (Umbrella Security Service) agents while studying at the Umbrella Paris Laboratory, eventually graduating at the top of his class at 21 as a scientist specializing in chemical weapons.
The chip he took contained years of research and studies on deadly plants. He continued the work, adding his own findings about butterflies, combining both to explore new possibilities.
A month after graduating, Silven returned to Rockfort Island to continue his work. It was there that he was given the codename "Silvaris" not only for his silver hair but also for his high efficiency and flawless execution, which appeared almost too perfect.
Silven sat in front of a widescreen alongside eight other agents for a briefing. A new task had arrived: he was part of the Delta team assigned to provide security and clear the inside of Umbrella's Executive Training Center, which had been overrun by B.O.W.s after its closure 20 years ago. The mission's aim was to prepare the facility for reopening.
Two scouts would be sent first, and they would occupy a vantage point on a cliff overlooking the mountains, where the Ecliptic Express carrying staff members was expected to pass through.
After reviewing the details one last time, the meeting adjourned and everyone was dismissed, sent back to the dorms to get some sleep, for the journey tomorrow would be long.
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July 23: Arklay Mountains
Under the cloak of darkness, the Delta Team leaped from the plane and landed near a disguised industrial building on the northern outskirts of Raccoon City. The structure served as the main station for the Ecliptic Express, where the train was hidden and carefully maintained.
Immediately, two members were dispatched as scouts, while the other six boarded the train, where staff and VIPs awaited.
When the signal was established, the scouts gave the green lit for the train to start moving.
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In the opulent Dining Car, two lead researchers are seated with a bottle of expensive wine. Discussing the changes under William Birkin orders.
Dr. H: "I heard Birkin finally authorized the move of the Level 3 samples. The Training Center has the space we need."
Dr. S: "Assuming the dust doesn't kill us first. That place has been a tomb for twenty years. I hope the ventilation actually works."
A waitress in a formal vest was pouring wine for the scientists when wet, heavy thuds, followed by faint scratching noises, suddenly echoed from the roof.
Waitress: "Is it... is it raining oil?"
Dr. H: "What? No, that's impossible. It's just mountain sludge."
One Delta team member moved to the window and saw thick, black ribbons of leeches pressing against the glass. The scratching grew louder, and the lights flickered and dimmed as the leeches clogged the external power intakes.
Delta Leader (Over Radio): "All units, report! We have a perimeter breach on Car 4! Something is in the vents! Delta Two, do you copy?"
Delta Two: "They're everywhere! They're under my— [Choking sounds] —Get them off! GET THEM OFF!"
Inside the Dining Car, the waitress screams as the glass window shatters from the sheer weight of a thousand leeches. The air filled with wet, squelching movements.
Dr. S: "What are these?! get back! They're biting!"
Another Delta member draws his MP5 and opens fire. The muzzle flashes illuminating the nightmare: a wave of black sludge moving across the carpet, climbing the chairs, and flowing over the scientists' legs.
Delta Three: "Delta Lead! Contact! I have multiple biological hostiles! Small-frame, high-density! Conventional rounds are ineffective! I'm—"
He is cut off as a mass of leeches falls from the ceiling vent directly onto his head. flowing into the seals of his gas mask. His muffled screams, the last thing heard over the squad's open channel.
A duo stood in a dark room filled with monitors. On the screens, grainy footage showed U.S.S. Delta Team inside the Ecliptic Express, with soldiers panicking as leeches began to cover the interior of the train.
Delta Leader (Over Comms): "This is Delta Leader! Come in, Headquarters! We've been attacked by a mysterious group of... things! Most of my men are dead! We're being overwhelmed! Please! Send reinforcements!"
Delta's leader screamed as a swarm of leeches crawled from the ceiling, falling and completely covering his body until he was nothing but a black, writhing mass.
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A mysterious man wearing a white robe approached behind the scouts and began to laugh. One of the scouts drew his submachine gun, but suddenly, he was shot in the head by the other scout.
"You're quite the cold-hearted rat" the man chuckled.
But the surviving Delta member only raised his gun and aimed at the mysterious man.
"I've done my part. It's time you honor yours."
The mysterious man only smiled in response before leaving the scout alone at the cliff. He threw his radio down, removed his gas mask, and sighed, gazing at the scene of carnage below.
The sound of a nearby helicopter alerted him, and he turned his gaze toward the night sky, the moonlight reflecting off his silver hair. With the helicopter some distance away, he knelt down and began collecting the bullets from the man he had just killed.