Command, this is Coyote Six.
We're 70 miles northwest of the base. Altitude, 1,500 feet.
Requesting clearance for landing.
- _ - Coyote Six, this is Command.
- _ - You're cleared to land on Runway Three.
- _ - Wind, 50 at 14 knots,
maximum two-niner-seven-four inches, watch for chop.
Mayday! We're hit!
- Losing altitude. - Shit.
Command, this is Mad Dogs. We have visual on Alpha Two,
and it's going down.
Coordinates 4-2 Sierra Whiskey Alpha-niner-4-6-5-0-6-7-niner-2-niner.
Tell the other units to stand by.
Team Three, Team Six, this is Command. Stand by.
Wait, what?
I repeat, Team Three and Team Six,
- stand by and wait for orders. - Take us down! We're gonna check it out.
Sir, the militia's converging on the crash site.
Alpha Two's under attack. They're totally surrounded.
Command, we got eyes on Alpha Two. Preparing to engage.
Negative. Negative. You are to stand by. Do not engage.
- They're firing on the enemy. - What unit is that?
Mad Dogs, sir.
Goddammit. Tell them to stand down and get back in formation!
Command to Mad Dogs. Stand down,
- and return to formation! - All right. When we hit the deck,
we light 'em up with the SAWs first, then we go for survivors. Got it?
Command to Mad Dogs, stand down and return to formation!
- Clear! - Bastards took our guys!
- Fuck. - One here.
US Army Mad Dogs, can you move?
Oh, shit.
Okay. He's still alive.
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Hey.
I'm Claire.
Claire Redfield.
What's your name?
Remotsu...
Ganape?
Okay. Guess I'm gonna have to learn the language a little better.
No, Ms. Claire. This child is mute.
He cannot speak.
What?
He was in the civil war.
He cannot speak.
Oh, man.
The things you've probably seen.
Well...
if you're here...
then you're safe.
I'll make sure of it.
Do you like to draw?
Can I see?
Oh, my God.
Did you see this?
Delta, Charlie, 2-0-2-1-7, this is the Ace of Spades.
You're cleared to land on Runway 0-1.
Wind, 30 at five knots.
Thirty minutes should do. The President's scheduled...
...an emergency call from a congressman.
I'm sure that can wait till later.
You're the third agent?
Where's the fourth? There's supposed to be four of us.
Leon should be on his way.
Leon?
Leon, as in the guy who saved the President's daughter?
Yep.
That Leon. He's more than qualified.
Qualified?
More like lucky. The only reason he's the golden boy now
is because he was in the wrong place at the right time.
He successfully handled dozens of critical missions.
In fact, he's on his way here from that terror attack in Pittsburgh.
- Like I said... - In this line of work,
luck doesn't solve problems.
Skills do.
The President's ready. Come on.
It's an honor to be working with the hero of Penamstan.
Hero?
Yeah.
Copy. Runway 01. Wind, 30 at five knots.
Never gotten clearance to land that fast before.
You must be special.
Unauthorized access?
Right. Someone was trying to get confidential files
pertaining to the President.
Presidential Aide Ryan and three agents
have just entered the Oval Office.
Roger that. How's the West Wing look?
All's well, sir.
Thank you for waiting, gentlemen.
One agent is still en route, but these three are probably the most qualified...
Please. Let's get this started.
Defense Secretary Wilson?
Yesterday, we received an alert that one of our servers was compromised.
It contains the Pentagon's military secrets
and other files that are highly sensitive in nature.
Normally, an authorization code from the President is required to log on.
But, somehow, they bypassed that step.
Why is top-secret data on a server with outside access?
It can't be accessed externally.
The server's on a 100 percent local network.
Then it was an inside job.
We've looked through all the surveillance footage from every angle.
We haven't locked down any suspects yet.
So until we do, everyone who entered or left the White House in the 24 hours
before or after the hack is a suspect.
Guess that rules us three out.
We'd like you to find and apprehend the person who broke into the server.
I suppose we should start by having a look at the surveillance footage.
That'll take days. We should get someone else to do that.
Actually, I have my suspicions.
Oh, god, not this again.
China has been waging a cyberwar against this country for years now.
Putting our government, our military, and our citizens all at risk.
- The internet is only the first stage. - Secretary.
Making blind assumptions will only make things worse.
We don't know it was them. We don't know anything yet.
Hundreds of people come and go here every day.
You and your family, Mr. President.
The staff, dignitaries, tours.
Even the gardeners. It could be anybody...
What's going on?
- Quiet! - Everyone down!
Longhorn's secure. Bring the Beast around.
- _ - What the hell?
Why isn't the backup power coming on?
Even if we go manual, we can only get the emergency lights.
- Check it out now. - Must've been a surge.
This is the chief.
- What's going on with the power? - East Wing's gone dark too!
Does anyone copy?
Does anyone know what's happening here?
This is no accident.
I'm going to take a look outside.
- Patrick, with me. - Roger that.
Everybody, stay calm!
Get back to your offices, lock the doors, and stand by.
Press Secretary Spacer! What happened?
I don't know.
It got dark and I...
I got hit from behind.
Did you see who it was? Did they take anything?
No.
I've got Press Secretary Spacer with me.
He's injured.
He's got a head wound, but he's conscious. He says he was attacked.
- What's going on? - Somebody hit him.
I've got to take care of that wound.
- Get to it. I'm checking upstairs. - Right.
Mr. Spacer. Mr. Spacer, sir!
What's wrong?
Secretary Spacer's going into cardiac arrest.
I'm getting the AED.
Mr. Spacer?
Stand down, or I'll shoot!
Leon?
Shoot them in the head. That stops them.
Come on.
SWAT's en route.
They can deal with the zombies up here and getting the power back up.
We'll head to the bunker.
- Are they really zombies? - Yes, sir.
Sorry, I didn't get here sooner.
Not at all. I'm indebted to you for getting my daughter, Ashley, back.
Besides, with you here, we just might survive this.
I never thought what happened at Raccoon City could happen here.
We all ready?
Let's get the President to the bunker. Stay sharp out there.
Come on, sir.
Why are they here?
Patrick, stay with the President. Leon, Shen May, with me.
I'm counting on those skills of yours.
Hey.
You good?
Ye... Yeah.
I'm just a little freaked out. I've never seen...
zombies before.
Thanks for back there.
Okay.
Anything even remotely hostile gets a headshot.
Whatever you do, don't let them reach the bunker.
Understood?
Right.
Rest in peace, assholes.
Think it's the T-Virus?
We won't know till the lab checks it out.
More important question is,
how the hell did zombies get in the White House?
Hmm.
And who's behind it?
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Uh, Mr. Ryan, I work with TerraSave, the NGO assisting the Penamstanis.
Do you have a moment?
What is it?
I can't find Press Secretary Spacer. Do you know where he might be?
- Eh, he's on leave right now. - "On leave"?
But I have an appointment with him.
I don't know what to tell you. Perhaps you mixed up your dates.
He's not here. I'm sorry, I... I have another appointment.
Uh, Leon?
Claire?
What're you doing here?
I'm here with reps from Penamstan's provisional government.
Just trying to get some schools and hospitals built.
Penamstan?
Yeah. The US wants a military presence there,
so there's supposed to be some sort of signing ceremony next week.
Um, hey, actually, could you take a look at something?
Yeah, sure. What's this?
A little boy drew them.
They're what the civil war looked like six years ago.
Doesn't that look a lot like Raccoon City?
I can't get anyone to go on record about what happened there.
But after seeing those, I mean, it's gotta be another outbreak.
- Hmm. - Leon. Clock's ticking. Let's move.
Wait.
Isn't that the guy everyone calls "the hero of Penamstan"?
In the flesh.
Look, I gotta go.
Don't do anything stupid.
Excuse me.
Hey, Leon.
That outfit doesn't suit you.
It's the only way to deal with this.
Mr. President, the DIA finished their analysis of the hacking.
The files accessed were classified documents regarding China.
- China. - Yes.
They contained intel on a bio-research facility in Shanghai
we had flagged for surveillance.
Bio-research facility?
I suggest we send Jason and his team to investigate.
With your approval, of course.
Now, wait just a minute.
We don't want to provoke the Chinese.
Besides, we can't send anyone in, without talking to DHS, the CIA, and...
Mr. President!
First, there was the hacking, then this outbreak in the White House!
The White House, for God's sake!
We are under attack!
Fine.
Set it up.
- _ - She's a modified Virginia-class, with an upgraded ASDS onboard.
We're going to sneak right in under the East Sea Fleet's nose,
load your team onto the DS, and launch it.
You'll make your rendezvous without them even knowing it.
Yes, sir, this little lady's outfitted with stealth tech that's best-in-class.
I've been itching for an op like this to try it out.
Remember, when we're running silent, shut your holes.
I don't want this turning into some global...
Take us out.
Make your depth one-five feet, five-degree down bubble.
One-five feet, five-degree down bubble. Aye, sir.
Okay, where we at?
All right.
Our mission is to infiltrate the bio-research facility
and seize any evidence pertaining to the hacking
and the viral terrorist attack at the White House.
I'll brief you further when we get to shore.
We could just hack them. What's the point of even going?
Sorry, champ. That's classified for now.
Details on the facility?
For now, classified.
Time limit?
- Classified. - "Classified." Right.
Well, I'm going to go check the gear.
Get some shut-eye.
Fantastic.
You wanna get dinner when this is all over?
Sure, but full disclosure, I have a young man waiting for me.
So...
So, it's classified.
For now.
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