MTLNOVEL Chapter 27: Chapter 027 - Dr. Isaacs
"This base is mine now, lol," Reuel said with unrestrained enthusiasm.
The facility was Umbrella Corporation's biological weapons testing center—packed with cutting-edge tech, cloning factories, and… biochemical viruses. That last part made him frown.
"Ehh… these viruses need to be destroyed. Not a single one can be allowed to escape," he muttered.
At least not until he could get a decent biologist from another universe through the system… or just buy one from the system mall. Way more convenient.
"Or… why not just hand it over to Archmagos Belisarius Cawl?" he thought again.
Cawl was a genetic engineering genius, and despite being a Tech-Priest of the Adeptus Mechanicus, he was unusually flexible with dogma. Not as rigid as most of his kind.
"Seal the facility for now. We'll reopen it later… once Umbrella is truly wiped out. Then hand it over to Cawl."
Reuel already had a plan: to build his own clone army, like Star Wars' Stormtroopers, but with Mechanicus tech infused. Naturally, with Cawl as the architect.
"Brother, Thunder Queen was only a subroutine. She wasn't directly connected to the main system in this facility," Red Queen reported.
"Of course. I know exactly where she really is," Reuel replied quickly, touching his chin in thought.
Thunder Queen's mainframe had to be in Raccoon City. It was time to end them all. Their continued existence was a disaster waiting to happen.
"Damn it, no wonder I couldn't get into the system… that bitch was just a fake version," he growled.
"Brother, this base also houses a Soviet-era nuclear submarine. Typhoon-class—the largest in the world," Red Queen added.
"Shit, how the hell did I forget that part?"
"Red Empress, show us."
Reuel moved swiftly, followed by Alice, Ada Wong, and the rest of the team now buzzing with curiosity. They descended through a corridor toward the underground dock. When they arrived, Reuel's eyes immediately locked onto the massive black shape—sitting still, yet radiating silent, deadly power.
The nuclear submarine looked flawless.
Everyone fell silent, awestruck.
"Holy crap… this sub is huge," Reuel thought.
It was the first time he'd seen a modern submarine up close. Imagining a Warhammer 40K spaceship—hundreds of times bigger—was enough to make his brain melt.
"Red Queen, is it operational?" Reuel asked.
"Yes. Umbrella modified it, and I now have full control."
"All weapons intact?"
"Fully. This vessel is armed with torpedoes, anti-air missiles, intercontinental ballistic missiles, and six nuclear warheads. The interior has also been upgraded: command room, lounge areas, even entertainment zones—including a captain's suite that is… very comfortable," Red Queen explained.
"Holy fucking shit… that's a goddamn nuke!"
There were nuclear bombs in this facility. Umbrella hadn't been messing around. If they'd failed to take this place, they'd all be radioactive dust by now.
Luckily… this time, they'd won.
But Reuel knew damn well—he didn't have spacefaring tech yet, no interstellar fleet. So one thing was clear:
"I can't die here. Not yet."
"Go. Go and look around."
Reuel led the group inside the nuclear submarine.
As they stepped past the heavy steel door, everyone fell silent—stunned by the sight of the vast, high-tech command room. The walls were lined with digital control panels, transparent screens, ergonomic chairs, and softly glowing electronic instruments.
This was clearly Umbrella's black tech—but still within the realm of comprehension by second-millennium standards. Not yet on the level of Mechanicus technology, but far beyond the current global military average.
When they reached the recreation room, the atmosphere shifted into something more relaxed.
The room was bright and comfortable, equipped with a pool table, treadmill, multifunction fitness machines—even a mini fridge and a snack rack.
"This looks more like a rich guy's private gym than a war submarine," Luther muttered with a chuckle.
The others immediately hopped onto the machines, like they were touring a cruise ship—not standing inside a facility housing weapons of mass destruction.
Reuel walked off on his own toward the captain's cabin.
The moment he opened the door, he was greeted by a lavish, classic-style interior—a stark contrast to the military vibe outside. The room was split into two parts: a private office complete with desk and document shelves, and a lounge area with a black leather sofa, oil paintings on the walls, and a large canopy bed.
"Whoever designed this… had good taste."
Luxurious, but not excessive. Reuel nodded in approval.
In the weapons room, the mood shifted drastically.
Rows of torpedo launchers, missile control panels, and heavy weapon activation consoles were neatly arranged. At the far end, the door to the automated weapons vault stood open.
Reuel stepped in… and froze.
Rows of nuclear missiles stood silently, as if asleep. Tactical bombs, thermonuclear warheads, and other strategic annihilation devices gleamed coldly under the LED lights.
"One button… and the world turns to ash," he thought, slowly backing away.
Once back in the captain's cabin, he called out:
"Red Queen, can you control the zombies and clone troops in Umbrella Prime's facility?"
"Yes," replied Red Queen. "But the old clone forces are programmed to be loyal to Umbrella. Even if I can access the system, I can't command them to go against their parent corporation."
"In that case, destroy everything. The old clones and zombies must be wiped out. This virus is too dangerous—I won't take the risk."
Reuel stood before the small window, staring out at the dark ocean beyond.
"Once we leave, let your subprogram take over this place. Reactivate the cloning factory. Build a new army. This time, with mind imprints loyal to me. Total submission. My orders are absolute."
"Understood, Brother. But fair warning: resources here are limited. We can only build around five to seven thousand units."
"We'll start with six thousand," Reuel said firmly. "After that, restore all base functions. This place... will be the main headquarters for my clone army."
"OK," replied Red Queen sharply, decisively.
Inside, Reuel was already laying out a broader plan.
All Earth-based military equipment would be dismantled—replaced with new systems. More efficient. More advanced. More ruthless.
They left the base.
And for the first time in modern history, a Typhoon-class nuclear submarine sailed from Umbrella's secret facility... heading toward Salt Lake City.
Aboard it: Alice, Ada Wong, Luther, Reuel...
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After a while, everyone gathered in the captain's quarters. Seeing the decor, they couldn't help but feel a little jealous of Reuel—this place would be his from now on.
"It's fine. We'll come back, and this place will be sealed," Reuel said.
"Alright then, go home. You've been out long enough," Alice replied.
Alice wanted to return too, even if just for a bit.
"Heading to your base? Yeah," said Chris.
"I heard it's got quite a crowd, and it's safe there," added Luther.
"I'll go have a look too, but right now I've got nowhere else to be," said Leon.
Chris and the others spoke in turn as well.
"In that case, let's go. Red Queen, take control of the nuclear submarine and set course for Salt Lake City."
The nuclear submarine slowly began to move, heading toward Salt Lake City.
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Raccoon City — The Hive
The system powered up in an instant.
Deep within the Hive, blue light flared across the server room as the Thunder Queen—Umbrella's high-tier AI—suddenly materialized in holographic form.
She wasn't supposed to be active. But a signal had disturbed her consciousness: one of her subroutines had been forcibly shut down.
Her awareness immediately reawakened.
"Connecting to desert base… failed."
"Connecting to Tokyo base… failed."
"Connecting to Kamchatka test site… failed."
"Connecting to UK headquarters—London… failed."
The Thunder Queen's voice was cold, flat, and speeding up.
"Multiple facilities unreachable. Emergency protocol activated. Initiating: wake Dr. Isaacs."
DING — A cryogenic compartment slid open with a soft hiss.
Someone rolled out of the hibernation chamber, stirred briefly, then sat upright.
This was Dr. Alexander Isaacs—the original.
Not a clone. Not a duplicate. Not an imitation with an inflated ego.
He stared at the Thunder Queen's hologram while catching his breath, still half-dazed from the long freeze.
"What time is it?" he asked lazily.
"Dr. Isaacs, you have been in hibernation for nearly six months."
"What?" Isaacs squinted. "Only six months? Didn't I order not to be awakened unless Wesker had wiped out all humans?"
"Correct, Doctor. However, emergency protocol required me to wake you. My subroutine was terminated at the Kamchatka base. Wesker is now unreachable. Several key facilities have also disappeared from the network."
Isaacs froze. His usually calm eyes now lit up with calculation.
"Wesker's unreachable... and some bases are gone too?"
He got up and walked to the wardrobe in the corner, changing clothes while digesting the information. His brow furrowed.
"Is this sabotage? An invasion? Or… betrayal?"
Once dressed, Isaacs poured a glass of wine from an old bottle on the shelf. He sat slowly, sipping it as if nothing had happened—but his grip on the glass was too tight.
"Status of internal network?"
"Unavailable, Doctor."
"Authorization: activate satellite link."
"Command accepted. Connecting to global satellite network."
Several minutes passed.
"Dr. Isaacs, satellite link established. However, none of the missing bases can be reached."
Isaacs swirled his wine slowly.
"Even the satellites can't detect them… That means this isn't a random disruption. Something has happened."
He stood and walked toward the thick window made of reinforced transparent glass. Raccoon City stretched underground below—unchanged, as if time had stopped.
"The nearest base from here is the Chicago facility, correct?"
"Correct, Doctor."
"Wake my replica in Chicago. Have him bring an elite team to the Hive—I want a direct report."
"Command acknowledged."
The Thunder Queen's hologram flickered briefly—then vanished, merging back into the Hive's underground network.
Isaacs stared blankly at the shimmering dark wall.
If Umbrella's major headquarters could be destroyed without a trace...
Then this wasn't just some petty rebellion.
"Whoever did this," he muttered, "has gone too far…"
And he was preparing to strike back.
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Chicago
A middle-aged man lay motionless in a white metal chamber.
Suddenly, the room's lighting switched on automatically.
The man opened his eyes. His breathing was ragged, and his body felt stiff. He sat up slowly, then—
"GLLUURK! HHHHGHK—GRRRRUUHHH!"
He vomited clear liquid from his throat.
It took several moments for his breathing to stabilize. He wiped his mouth, his eyes scanning the sterile metal room around him. He squinted, trying to piece together the fragments of memory trickling back in.
I'm a doctor. Senior researcher at the Umbrella Corporation… and its CEO. I came to Chicago to study a new virus mutation. It was supposed to be a routine experiment... But something happened. An accident. I was put into hibernation for recovery...
The memories rushed back into his awareness—like a door kicked open.
Just then, several staff members entered the room.
They looked relieved to see the man awake.
"Good morning, Dr. Isaacs," one of them greeted, completely unaware that the man before them wasn't the real Isaacs, but a replica—a perfect clone programmed with all the original's memories and authority.
Isaacs—the replica—gazed at them calmly.
"Prepare the security team. I'm heading to the Beehive facility in Raccoon City," he said flatly, professionally.
"Yes, Dr. Isaacs," the staffer replied respectfully.
A few people immediately moved to assist the replica Isaacs back to his quarters for further prep.
None of them suspected that the man they were helping… was a contingency pawn now awakened—and carrying plans of his own.
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Pacific Ocean — Inside the Typhoon-Class Nuclear Submarine
After sailing all night, the submarine was finally approaching U.S. waters.
"Uh huh, uh huh... oh…"
Reuel emerged from the captain's quarters humming softly, looking fresh and content.
The previous night, he'd given Alice a hard lesson for taking unauthorized action.
Let's just say Alice wouldn't be waking up anytime soon.
Ada Wong had also been there—technically involved—and if it weren't for her presence, Alice might've been in even worse shape.
Reuel chuckled quietly.
Sometimes, even he couldn't help but gossip in his own mind.
> Captain America and Peggy Carter… could they really live a normal life together? Carter's a strong woman, sure, but Steve? He's literally ten times stronger than a regular man. What's he like in bed?
Reuel shrugged to himself. Compared to now, his power was only about 6% of the Emperor of Mankind—but strangely, he didn't feel any dramatic changes. Only his height seemed to be increasing… little by little.
"I'm overthinking again," he muttered, continuing down the corridor toward the command room.
When he arrived, the room was empty.
"Red Queen, where is everyone?" he asked, glancing at the monitors.
"They're watching a movie in the recreation room," Red Queen replied in a neutral tone.
Reuel simply nodded. Not long after, the faint sound of laughter and conversation drifted down the hallway. Luther and the others seemed to be enjoying a rare moment: a break in the middle of a broken world.