Dmitri Yanukovich & Aaron Muller
A six man B.S.A.A. squad was sent to the Faroe Islands to investigate reports on B.O.W.'s, they had to parachute over the islands because the fog was too great to safely land. After that they were quickly chauffeured to Tórshaven. Three of the islands had already been blocked off by the local authorities, as they were completely overrun, the remaining people were trying to escape the island, but seeing as the only plane to arrive on the island before the fog returned was a B.S.A.A. aircraft, no one got the chance to escape by plane. They were loading a few refugees onto ship and shipping them to Denmark, but they simply didn't have enough room.
The commanding officer, one Viktor Yezhov, requested reinforcements from HQ, but the problem was, there was no way to get enough people on the island through the fog(parachuting was more conducive to small numbers based on the size of the islands themselves). The night of their arrival, around midnight, the northernmost island became overrun with B.O.W.'s, they soon had to evacuate the city, the problem was that there were no boats or planes on the island itself. Before the break of dawn, Tórshaven had been completely overrun, despite all the efforts of the B.S.A.A. team, they simply couldn't handle the sheer number of B.O.W.'s.
Viktor was yelling into the radio at Headquarters, trying to get a way off of the islands as quickly as possible. The squad had taken shelter in an apartment building in downtown, they had lost two of their members during the night, Aaron was depressed about it, despite it being their commander's fault. It was Viktor's first command, and he froze up, he was an experienced footman, but not an experienced commander. The youngest member of the group, a woman named Violet Lange, was watching the streets. She was unlucky enough to have been a skydiver and got into the mission after a boatful remark about her skills with a parachute. Aaron was skulking in one of the corners of the room, his rifle set beside him as he stared at the ground. Dmitri was leaning against a wall near the front door, just in case.
"Fuck!" Viktor yelled, throwing his radio across the room, "The fog is still too thick and HQ thinks sending more paratroopers in is too dangerous."
"So what do we do?" Violet inquired, panic marring her face.
"We hold out until the fog thins out..."
"It won't any time soon," Aaron said in a low, despondent, tone, "We should probably take a boat."
"No," Viktor responded quickly, "That's against procedure, we simply need to hold out and wait for HQ to send more troops."
"The entire Island is overrun with B.O.W.'s, do you really think they're going to send reinforcements to get four people out?"
"They wouldn't leave us behind."
"Wouldn't you in their position?" Dmitri said, sauntering into the room. He was blasé about the situation, a common occurrence, "They'd probably lose a lot more time, money, or reinforcements, then we're worth."
"I refuse to believe that," Viktor responded turning from his soldiers.
"Well you had best start because you already have two of your soldiers blood on your hands," Violet yelled.
"Calm down, yelling at each other won't solve anything," Dmitri interjected.
Violet scoffed and turned back towards the window. Her previous look of panic had been replaced with displeasure.
"Dmitri, come here," Viktor said, walking into the kitchen.
Dmitri follow and said quietly, "What is it, sir?" Viktor was younger and less experienced than Dmitri, but Dmitri had no interest, nor skill in command(he still may have been a step up from Viktor however).
"You've been with B.S.A.A. longer than any of us, do you really think they will not rescue us?"
"It's a distinct possibility," he placed his hand on Viktor's shoulder and smiled, "But we'll pull through."
"All of us."
Dmitri simply nodded before returning to the previous room, Viktor not far behind.
Aaron was still staring off into space, hating himself for the loss of his comrades. He kept telling himself that if he had acted faster then he would have been able to save them... He was wrong of course, but he couldn't fight the feeling...
"We cannot wait for bureaucracy to work, we need to take matters into our own hands," Viktor said, picking up his rifle, "We need to get to the docks and take a boat, otherwise we'll die here..."
The other two didn't see, but Dmitri saw him shaking with his rifle in his hands. Aaron and Violet moved to the door and Dmitri placed his arm on Viktor's shoulder. He spoke softly, "You up to this?"
"Yeah, I can do it," he said, taking a deep breath. They left the apartment building and made their way to the docks.
They reached the docks after about a half an hour with too many close calls, Viktor was coated in the juices from more than one B.O.W. By the time they arrived at the docks he was shacking again, he wasn't prepared for command, not at all. Dmitri was trying to get him through it, but he didn't care enough to actually take command. There was a locked gate that Viktor tried to shoot through, to no avail.
"Fuck," he said, kicking the gate, "How do we get through?"
"I have this," Dmitri said, pulling out a few lock picks, opening the door after just a few moments.
"Move," Viktor said, gesturing his troops inside.
They moved through the docks and saw most of the boats missing, there was, however, a single boat with a family getting ready to leave. There was a small child, a girl around 10 years of age, an older man. The moment the team came into view, the older man pulled a gun on them, shaking.
"S-Stay back!" he yelled, stuttering. His hand was shacking while he held the gun.
"Calm down," Viktor said, raising his rifle. Aaron and Violet did the same, Dmitri didn't.
"I just want to get out of here with my daughter," he said.
"You have room, don't you?"
"This is a four person boat, it can't take more than two of you without sinking."
"There is an easy solution to this," Viktor smiled. He fired a round into the man's skull.
"What the fuck!?" Dmitri yelled.
"Get on the boat, now," he said.
His squad looked at him.
"That's an order!" He waited for a moment before sighing, "You're right, we need to kick that girl off too..."
He raised his gun at the girl, both Violet and Dmitri charged at him, Violet was closer however. The gunshot resonated and Violet fell down, blood pouring from her chest.
Viktor looked up at Dmitri and began to shake, "I... I just wanted to get us all out alive..."
Dmitri pulled out his pistol and fired a single round into Viktor's skull. A cavalcade of blood, bone, and brains propelled from the large hole in his head. Aaron stood still, not knowing what to say.
"Son of a bitch," Dmitri said, spitting on Viktor.
"What did you just do!?" Aaron yelled.
Dmitri looked Aaron in the eyes and said, "I shot him, what does it look like?"
"Do you know what HQ will do to you?"
"Yeah."
"And?"
"Oh well."
"No, we... we can lie!"
"Don't bother."
"But you'll be fired... or worse!"
"I had to do it," Dmitri holstered his gun and grabbed Violet's body, taking it to the boat. He tossed it to the side and looked the small girl in the eyes. She was crying, it was worse than any physical pain that Dmitri could have endured. He placed Violet's body at the end of the boat before kneeling in front of the girl, "I'm sorry about your father, but he would have wanted you to go on."
The girl moved to the other side of the boat, keeping away from Dmitri.
Aaron got on soon afterwards and said, "Let's go I guess..."
They were picked up about 20 miles out at sea by a B.S.A.A. ship, and were subsequently taken to Norway, where they were put on a plane to Rome after filing the reports of the mission. Both assumed it was for the incident with Viktor.
They arrived at Rome and were subsequently chauffeured into the Director's office, Chris Redfield. Neither recognized many of the people, but they both knew the Redfields, Farah and Liam. Dmitri recognized Jason Greaves, through nothing but reputation. The man looked older and more... gruff, than the picture Dmitri saw, and the black eye was an interesting feature as well. By now they had both realized that whatever they were there for, it wasn't about Viktor.