Abandon hope, all ye who enter here...
Umbrella has secrets. The mysterious corporation is creating monstrous
biological killing machines for the highest bidder. But Umbrella has
enemies, too—chief among them a contingent of rogue S.T.A.R.S., former
members of the paramilitary response unit Umbrella helped create.
Umbrella has secrets. Despite its vast power, the company has begun to lose
control of its hidden research facilities, bit by bit, one lab at a time.
Three labs have already been destroyed, their work lost, setbacks due in no
small part to the meddlesome S.T.A.R.S. and their allies.
Umbrella has secrets. Beneath the deserts of the American Southwest, on of
the company's most elaborate facilities is about to go online. Somewhere
inside may also be the key to stopping Umbrella once and for all... if Leon
Kennedy, Claire Redfield, Rebecca Chambers, and their friends can get past a
strike team of corrupt S.T.A.R.S., and survive the genetically engineered
horrors awaiting them below the sun-scorched Earth.
Umbrella has secrets. And one man with an agenda of his own knows them all...
This is so weird, Leon thought, so over the top—so utterly like Umbrella. It was like the vast facility beneath Raccoon, complete with its own foundry
and private subway—unbelievable, except he'd seen it himself. And he knew
from the ex-S.T.A.R.S. that there'd also been an isolated cove on the Maine
coast guarded by teams of viral zombies, and a "deserted" mansion in the
woods—the Spencer place—rigged with secrets, keys, codes, and passages, like
the setting for a spy movie that no one would ever buy...
Now this—simulated environments beneath the barren Utah salt flats. What
had Reston called it? The Planet. It was an extravagant, decadent, immoral
waste; ridiculous, except——except we're stuck in it, and God only knows what we'll be up against
"Let's back up and go around," he said--and then he heard the beat of
wings, and knew it was already too late. In the wilted shadows above the
open space, one, two, three of the Dacs were diving off perches, soaring
down into the rounded clearing.
One of them started to screech and then there were others nearby,
overhead, hiding in the unlikely trees, who joined in the song, a deafening,
horrendous cacophony of needle-sharp sound. Leon fell back, John suddenly at
his side, aiming his rifle into the open space.
"Henry, get behind me!" Leon shouted, glancing up—and seeing yet another
Dac coming down from a series of perches directly above, tucking its wings
in and diving straight for him.
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