Kitty's Prequel|Operation: THOR'S HAMMER

Kitty Thompson 'STEEL IGUANA' sits in the dark operations room, looking across at Mae Campbell (no relation to the Colonel), aka 'REDFOX', and a few other familiar faces within FOXHOUND's rank and file. Its not long till Colonel Campbell enters, and everyone present stood erect and salutes the Colonel as protocol dictated. The man who looks older than he should, waves them off and tells them to take their seat. Before there is anything coming out of the Colonel's mouth, a pair of men in suits who had slipped into the briefing room behind Campbell took charge. They turned on a projector, which began flipping through still images of a quaint city nestled in the middle of a beautiful chain of mountains and deep forests, while long and almost endless fields of dry grass from other angles. It didn't look like some foreign city, but 'Smalltown' USA.

"Raccoon City, Illinois." Spoke one of the suited men, before the shot of the city map was put on display. Confused, many in the room began to murmur, and there was a response from Campbell to quiet the soft chatter to a degree. The man paused, and when the sound in the room was to a degree of 'quiet' he found more agreeable, decided to continue the briefing. As he did, the next still showed the R&D Center and the big company logo of Umbrella, the pharmaceutical giant. "Home of Umbrella Incorporated. Home to over 400,000 civilians, many of which are employed by Umbrella Inc." The man continued. The next still showed off an image of a man with short, blondish hair, a paranoid look in his eyes- face unkempt, his clothing just as unkempt. He wore a long white labcoat as well. "Also home to Dr. William Birkin, a genius scientist and Umbrella Researcher. The man specializes in viral technology and mutagens. You could say he's one of Umbrella's finest." The next still showed off some emails between this Dr. Birkin and some guy named Donald Anderson from DARPA.

Mae folded her arms and spoke up, grabbing Kitty's attention. "I'm sorry, but who are you and why does this matter?" She asked, lighting up her cigarette.

The man paused, and looked at her. "I'm the Deputy Chief of DARPA, Donald Anderson, the man beside me-" he paused as the elderly man pushed him aside with his cane. "Kenneth Baker, President of ArmsTech, now young lady, could you please shut your trap as we need to get boots on the ground right away!" He spat, slamming his cane down. Mae didn't look too pleased, but the Colonel intervened.

"As I was saying," Mr. Anderson continued. "Dr. William Birkin contacted DARPA to strike a deal, he'd hand over his research and samples of his completed G-Virus, a virus that, when applied to a human, mutates the human's body and cells. This mutation positively and rapidly heals the body's injuries and illnesses, doubles the user's strength and heightens the awareness of the user. We have been... anxiously waiting for his update, and recently discovered that his last email had been intercepted by a number of organizations, including Umbrella's own security forces." He continued. President Baker of ArmsTech then spoke up: "It is in our belief that Green Umbrella, the joint FOXHOUND and Umbrella Research organization we established has gone 'rogue' and has acted on 'self interest' rather than mutual." He tapped the wall with his cane, showing off a number of black helicopters flying towards the outskirts of Raccoon City. "These stills were taken from our satellite's at 2100 hours on the 23rd of September. These are not commercial pilots, but highly advanced military helicopters ArmsTech has developed for Umbrella's private military division, U.S.S. since the 80s- through our 'mutual interest' via Green Umbrella. The bastards are capable of Stealth Tech and have an unparalleled level of skill and tactics that put their unit skill and strength on par of all the world's Special Forces, if not more so!" The old man coughed, covering his mouth. He looked angry. "We fear, that Umbrella, trying to cover their asses may have 'attacked' Dr. Birkin." To this Mae sighed. "So what? What do we have to do with any of this?" Mae growled.

The old man's beady gaze fell on the short haired red head across the podium evenly. "...Some of you may recall an... incident which occurred in New York City over a year ago." He continued as a still of the Statue of Liberty covered in an unidentified ooze had been attacked by... a metal gear?

"You've seen the Metal Gear developed in the Outer Heaven Uprising from eight years ago. Its part of your retinue, your basic function as members of FOXHOUND. You learn about it, inside and out. Well, this... is far older. A walking PR problem since the 70s, by that Hippie Bastard 'Hot Coldman', fucking imbecile's name sounds retarded!" Coughed the man, before Donald stood forward to continue. "We have, reason to believe, that parts of the Metal Gear Zeke spotted in New York City Port Authority last year may have been taken to Raccoon City. We have no proof to validate these claims, other than reoccurring names, known Green Umbrella personnel involved in the '97 Manhattan Incident showing up in Raccoon City, and the name, 'Harris' being involved, given the warehouse Zeke had been housed in belonged to a Harris who resides in Raccoon City."

To this, Kitty folds her one human and one prosthetic arm, the manilla colored claw clinking as she tilted her head to the side, recalling the '97 incident as its where that asshole, her former partner-

"So FOXHOUND is being involved with another in-state mess up, because a Metal Gear 'may' be involved? I get that, but what hasn't stopped the Pentagon from simply sending in a secret service unit to intercept?" She asked, and the two speakers now turned their heads towards her.

Don spoke up first. "As of this morning, Raccoon City is in the process of being Quarantined. Its top secret, and under the guise of a chemical leak at the current, but unfortunately, Umbrella's men- or Dr. Birkin himself may have infected the city with an unstable form of the G-Virus, or something else. We don't know."

"Chemical warfare?" Another chimed in the briefing room.

Colonel Campbell took the stage now, settling everyone down. "Its worse than that I'm afraid. Apparently, this 'virus' infests a host's body and makes them unwilling to reason. An insatiable hunger is also a side effect, deteriorated brain functions, and hindered locomotion. In essence, the hosts become mindless, flesh eating cannibals." He explained to which the others in the room did not respond- since it came from Campbell's lips, and not the two 'guests'.

"We are afraid, other mutagenic lifeforms, much like those seen in New York may also exist, along with others yet seen." Don explained, showing a still image of what looked like a horribly mutated arm- more like a claw. "This was an arm of one such creature, which survived an explosion that took place in Raccoon City's Arklay Mountains nearly two month's ago. Geneticist say its of 'human origin' and an unknown substance, a virus was still active within its cells when it was examined by experts from the CDC. Whatever Umbrella has been doing in Raccoon City, its beyond what they have shared with the United States Government and through our mutual channels of Green Umbrella."

"Which is proof to ArmsTech, DARPA, and the fucking United States Government that Green Umbrella has gone 'rogue'! Why do we need to keep circling the problem instead of simply getting straight to it? Campbell? Can you please iterate the plan to these Jarheads?!" Stammered President Baker, slamming his cane down again.

Campbell nodded and approached again. "Members of FOXHOUND, the operation is called 'THOR'S HAMMER'. Your mission: Accompany members of Spec Ops Delta Force being sent into Raccoon City to locate and either arrest, or kill Dr. Birkin. Collect his research data and any samples of this 'G-Virus'. As a side operation, which will not be discussed with members of Delta Force, Army Personnel or anyone else, you are to seek out if the rumors are true about Zeke or its parts being located within Raccoon City. Uncover the truth, and if there is any validity to these claims, you are to report to me directly." he paused, before adding: "We also have reason to believe a number of other government organizations are involved with the current incident. Members of the FBI have been reported, from the newly created 'M.I.S.T.' program as well as the department of justice, who are there apparently to seek the arrest of Mayor Michael Warren, Deputy Mayor Rufus Harris, Chief of Police Brian Irons among a number of other criminals. You are to not interact with any of these personnel. Your weapons will be your standard equip, and permission for O.S.P. (on-site-procurement) has been granted. You have 168 Hours to complete your mission, as the President and the Federal Council decides the fate of Raccoon City itself. Given the unknown nature of the creations or what these unstable viruses are capable of, you are free to withdraw from this briefing. Just know, that if everyone decides to leave, they will potentially be called in based on rank and expertise instead within 10 hours." He explained.

All of this was somewhat exciting to Kitty's ears. The woman raised her civilian prosthetic arm, and beamed. "Where do I sign up?"