Red 9 Resident Evil 4 Novels & Stories

"Mr. Randall, Corbin just made a mistake. Please, let him off this once." The moment I opened my eyes, I saw Senna Harlow on her knees outside the Thornwell Group building. She had always been proud to a fault, yet here she was, willing to throw away her dignity for Corbin Pryce.

We turned toward the annex, our boots silent on the obsidian floor. Jeff and I pressed on, moving into the restricted wing. The air was colder here, smelling of ozone and old blood. We rounded the corner and saw the guards. Jeff and I looked at each other, the same grim thought passing between us. We didn't hesitate. We took them down fast, leaving only one gasping against the wall. "Where is my family?" I growled, the blade's tip drawing a bead of blood from his throat. The man’s eyes bulged. He pointed a shaking finger at the keypad. "The code... 4-4-9-1... please..."

After the doors closed again, I hit the button to the 4th floor then it transported me to the 4th floor, re-opening its doors. I rushed out of it, scuttled to the room with the label 'ROOM 4G' on it. I inserted the card into the correct hole and unlocked the door, took the card then pushed the door open. Groaning, I lowered my head to my fingers, massaging my forehead, as I shoved myself in. The moment I raised my head, I almost went blind as I caught the blazing hot sight in front of me.

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I need to hit something. I park by an abandoned building then head inside. I punch in the eight-digit code by the elevator disguised as a collapsed shaft, and with a click, it drops me four floors into my underground training center. I can already feel the heat from the room along with the familiar smell of blood. The doors slide open to the sound of my men’s grunts and curses as they train.The corridors are narrow with black rubber mats and heavy workout bags. About twenty of my men are scattered across the room. The second they spot me, the room is instantly quiet.

“I can do it, Mr. Sterling! It’s no trouble at all. I could use the fresh air.” Daniel had fixed him with one of his piercing, analytical stares, those slate-grey eyes seeming to look right through him, cataloging his every motive. A slow, unreadable smile had touched his lips. “Can you now, Min? Alright. The code is 1-9-8-4. Don’t break anything. And don’t go in my bedroom.”

I didn’t know where she was and if she was ever coming back. My thoughts were ended abruptly by the sight of a building. It was grey, unmarked with no sign and nothing to tell the world what happened behind its walls. I parked in the underground garage and took the elevator to the top floor. --- The door was made of reinforced steel and a keypad glowed red beside the handle. I entered a code into the keypad. 7-1-4-2-9 and the lock clicked then I pushed the door open walking in. I entered a dark room with computers lining the walls and screens stacked on top each other.

Nereza was about to knock but the door suddenly opens followed by a soft but firm voice of a woman. "Come in..." Despite the reluctance, we find ourselves entering. Not a single light illuminates the room, shortly, we all heard a soft laugh somewhere in the corner. "I can sense your fear. Don't be afraid, it's just me," a woman uttered softly. Right after casting those words, the room is slowly illuminated with light. Then in front of our very own eyes stood a beautiful woman with curly bright red hair that falls past her waist. She has porcelain skin, lips as red as blood, and a pair of emerald eyes.

Fabian roared as he grabbed the bottle of liquor and poured it toward my daughter’s mouth. The glass doors of the hotel suddenly shattered. Several military jeeps rammed inside, followed by more than a dozen police cars, sealing off the entire lobby.

The edges were crinkled, stained with what looked like old coffee. Item 44ER4 to remain in high-security vault under Alejandro’s guard. The words were a jolt to his system. 44ER4. It was a code, but the weight of it felt like the Romanov stone. Victor glanced at Alejandro. The Alpha was still deep in conversation with his assistant. Victor slid his phone out, keeping it low against his thigh. Click. One shot. Click. Another. "Victor." Victor’s heart slammed against his ribs. He shoved the phone into his pocket, looking up with a mask of bored indifference. Alejandro was staring at him now, his expression tight, fingers flying across a tablet.