Containment, Control

"Hoo-ha-"

Upon hearing the supervisor's report, William couldn't help but take a few deep breaths.

Since the UBCS detachment landed in Athabasca, the atmosphere in the entire command center had been incredibly oppressive.

After all, no one knew what they would face next, and this was Umbrella's first containment operation involving numerous deaths since its establishment.

The company's initial purpose was to expand through private military forces, and Andre had been continuously training the UBCS and USS.

All preparations were made to face such an event.

Failure would have unimaginable consequences.

But if they succeeded...

The future dominance would be entirely in Umbrella's hands.

All the technical personnel turned around, their gazes filled with anticipation as they looked at their Boss.

Andre, with a smile, patted William on the shoulder.

Seeing this, William suppressed his excitement and waved his hand with a smile.

"Everyone, thank you for your hard work!

With your cooperation, our first containment operation has concluded perfectly!

These combat data will greatly increase our leverage in negotiations with the United Nations, and Umbrella will stand at the pinnacle of the world.

As our company's motto states, our business is life itself!

And as our company logo suggests, we are a shield protecting humanity!"

"Yes!"

"Haha!"

"Walla~!"

Upon hearing William's speech, everyone released their pent-up emotions.

Even the usually serious Lieutenant Supervisor let out a strange cheer.

After easing everyone's tension slightly, William waved his hand again, signaling for quiet.

"Ahem!"

He cleared his throat and continued, "The operation isn't entirely over; the soldiers on the front lines are awaiting further instructions.

Captain, you will be in charge of command."

With that, William's exhaustion surged, and he sank back into his chair to rest.

Andre took over command and issued an order:

"Lieutenant, notify Company A to collect the bodies, and have Captain Victor keep a close eye on that 'person' until the technical personnel arrive."

"Yes, Captain."

The supervisor returned to his serious demeanor and turned to relay the specific steps to the technical personnel.

The technical personnel, in turn, assigned the orders to the UBCS squad units.

Half an hour later in the town of Athabasca;

Large lighting equipment had been set up on the streets, completely dispelling the dark and silent terrifying atmosphere from before the operation began.

More than half of Company A was handling the zombie corpses, while others were guarding the perimeter of the town.

And in the town square at the center.

Three Tyrants stood there, along with Captain Victor and three squads of soldiers, monitoring the 'person' surrounded in the center.

The person was about 1.9 meters tall, clad in a heavy black robe, and wore a long, thin, bird-beak mask, resembling a doctor from the Middle Ages.

And this person, or it, was SCP-049, the Plague Doctor.

The Plague Doctor remained silent, carrying its small black medical bag, holding a notebook as it observed the Tyrants, occasionally making notes.

A UBCS soldier, watching the Plague Doctor's strange behavior, walked up to Victor and asked softly:

"Captain, is this guy even human?

Earlier, when we were dealing with those zombies, someone saw him standing on top of a building, observing the fight. I feel like he created those zombies.

And he didn't resist when we tried to capture him; it's all too strange."

Victor also looked at the Plague Doctor and shook his head.

"I don't know, and these aren't things our armed forces need to worry about. Let those mad scientists in the technical department handle it."

"Captain!"

Just then, several more UBCS soldiers arrived at the central park, escorting dozens of townspeople.

A Sergeant said to Victor, "This is all that's left of the survivors in the entire town."

Looking at the survivors of various ages, the oldest around fifty or sixty, the youngest about seven or eight.

The townsfolk wore smiles, a sense of having survived a disaster, their expressions seemingly saying: We're finally saved!

However, the UBCS members present, wearing masks, had cold eyes, devoid of any pity.

Victor looked at the group of townsfolk and said in a deep voice, "Sergeant, assign some men to 'protect' them and hand them over when the technical personnel arrive."

"Yes, Captain."

After receiving the order, the Sergeant led his subordinates, escorting the unsuspecting townsfolk to wait to the side.

"Boom-boom-!" The faint sound of helicopter engines could be heard from the sky.

Before long, a large number of transport helicopters arrived above the small town, landing slowly in suitable open spaces.

The cabin doors opened, and groups of technical personnel in white chemical protection suits emerged.

The technical personnel carried large equipment cases, began setting up isolation tents, or started dealing with the zombie corpses.

The person in charge approached Victor and said calmly:

"Captain, the company is preparing to purchase this land and begin construction of a western base. The Boss has ordered your company to be stationed in this town.

(Then he turned and pointed at a CH-53E transport helicopter not far away)

The Colonel has ordered you to personally lead a squad of soldiers and three Tyrants to guard the target and deliver it to Containment Center One.

We will be conducting a comprehensive disinfection and reorganization of this town, and your company will need to cooperate with our actions.

As for the Canadian military, that will be handled by the company's public relations department."

"Alright, I understand." Victor had no questions.

He then turned, extended his left hand, and waved it in front of him, giving the order: "Squad One, First Platoon, secure the target."

"Yes, Captain."

Upon receiving the order, the UBCS members approached the Plague Doctor. The one in the lead said to him:

"Sir, please come with us. Do not make any resisting movements, or we will be forced to take you."

The Plague Doctor, who was taking notes, closed his notebook and put it in his bag upon hearing the UBCS's words.

He looked at the UBCS surrounding him, still silent, but nodded lightly, indicating his agreement to cooperate.

Seeing this, the UBCS soldiers, who had been gripping their guns tightly, relaxed slightly and then escorted the Plague Doctor onto the CH-53E that had landed in the central plaza.

Victor walked up to the three Tyrants and ordered, "The three of you will come with us as well."

The Tyrants, receiving the instruction, mechanically turned and followed Victor onto the transport helicopter.

"Command Center, this is Ego Seven, cargo is ready. Requesting clearance to proceed to Containment Center One."

"This is Command Center. Request approved."

"Received."

After reporting their progress to Troy Base, the CH-53 pilot began to ascend rapidly, flying north and disappearing from view.

The dozens of townsfolk were then taken into tents by the UBCS for disinfection and transported away by another CH-53, also heading to the northern containment center.

Thus, Umbrella completed its first containment operation.

But from now on, nights like these would become the daily routine for Umbrella soldiers.

No relaxation was allowed.