Movie Resident Evil: Retribution Novels & Stories

I wouldn't let anyone destroy what little time she had left. Without another thought, I pulled out my phone and dialed Ronan. He answered almost immediately. "Boss." "What did you find?" I asked, wasting no time. There was a brief pause before Ronan spoke. "I went back to the scene where everything started six years ago. The CCTV footage the police have is real, it confirms Mrs. Nyelle was in the area that night." I closed my eyes briefly. "I know that part already." "But," Ronan continued, his voice growing more serious, "I managed to recover another surveillance recording from a nearby building. It wasn't included in the police file."

“Initiate Protocol Wintermute.” The lab's AI responded instantly. “Retinal scan required.” I pressed my eye to the scanner and a laser flashed. “Identity confirmed. Vaughn, Serena. Protocol Wintermute engaged.” The AI responded. Then, the wall monitors flickered to life, showing real-time footage from Langley's apartment. The good doctor stood frozen in his kitchen, staring at a black envelope on his counter, the same kind Eleanor Blackwood used for her offers. Elena whistled. “You bugged his home?”

Ezra. The message read: “Can you meet me at our hideout? Where we used to play when we were kids? Please. 6am tomorrow.” Her mind flashed back to the old treehouse in the woods behind the mansion, their little secret spot. She stared at the screen, fingers shaking, then typed back: “Okay. I’ll come.” ——— The next morning, before the sun was fully up, Seraphine slipped out of the mansion. The guards were still half–asleep, yawning and walking around like zombies, so it wasn’t too hard to sneak past them.

Her child slept peacefully, clutching a photograph in her hand. Not of her mother. Not of Colton. Of a child with the same eyes, but thinner. Sadder. Her twin. Savannah fell to her knees. “She remembers.” *** It was Rhett again who delivered the footage. Early morning, before the sun had burned off the mist, he slipped a flash drive across the table. “No timestamp,” he warned. “But it’s recent. Shot inside the old Verona facility.” Savannah sat beside Colton and clicked play.

One digital screen still flickered with an old engagement announcement photo before glitching to a neutral ad. When they arrived, security let them through without a word. Everyone knew why they were there. Aurelia Vance waited alone in the glass-walled living room that overlooked the perfectly manicured garden.. She wore a simple white blouse and tailored trousers, hair pulled back severely—no jewelry, no makeup beyond a touch of lipstick the color of dried blood. She looked thinner than Owen remembered, sharper, like someone who’d spent the night forging herself into steel. She didn’t rise when they entered.

A noise in the hallway stirred me. When I stepped out, I saw a couple standing with their backs to me. “Chase, where’s Taryn?” the she-wolf asked. Chase turned his head slightly. The woman followed his gaze—and saw me. “Taryn?” She approached quickly, grabbing my hand. “It’s really you! But you look so pale... so weak.” I looked down. Around her wrist was the moonstone bracelet—an heirloom from Chase’s clan. She must be Wynette.

Jonathan placed a tender kiss on his hand. Suddenly Aiden's body started jerking up and down on the bed. His hand slipped out of Jonathan's hold and trashed on the side lifeless. Jonathan abruptly stood up, he looked around and saw Jim crying even more. "ERICA..." Jonathan shouted. "ERICA..." The door burst open revealing huffing Erica. Her eyes landed on Aiden and she pushed passed everyone and reached to the bed. "Out everyone.... please go outside." She said as the nurse gave her the injection filled with white fluid.

“We checked their building’s CCTV footage. The drop-off happened around midnight. Our team has already questioned the front desk clerk and pulled the tapes.” Karl stepped closer, his heart already pounding. A large monitor flickered on. The grainy footage showed a hooded figure walking into the lobby of the media house, envelope in hand. She moved quickly, head down — but just before she turned away from the reception desk, she glanced up. The hood slipped slightly. Karl took a step forward, eyes glued to the screen. She looked exactly like Isabella. His breath caught. “What the hell…” he whispered. The resemblance was uncanny — same height, same slim build, same regal posture, even the same

And apparently I was going to be waiting for a while, she greeted me and said; “ good morning, sir. I'm Aurora light, I applied for the position as your personal secretary and received your acceptance email yesterday,” I bit back a chuckle, she was really pretending not to know me. Well two could play at that game, I invited her to sit then folding my fingers and placing it on the desk in front of me, I began to drill her. “This interview is a formality, Miss Light. But I hope you answer as honestly as possible,” “O-of course,” I could tell she was nervous, possibly questioning herself if she had mistaken me for someone else. If not, why would I be playing her little game?

One of the warriors walked to the edge of the stage, stretched and collected the flash drive from her. It felt like time was slowing down, my heart was beating in anticipation of what to expect. I didn't know what was on that flash, but my heart was eager to witness it. The warrior connected the flash and selected the folder. It buffered for a few seconds before the pictures popped up on the screen. I felt the blood drain out of my face as I stared at the pictures of Hope, intimate with another man in the maids' quarters.