Abandon hope, all ye who enter here...

Umbrella has secrets. The mysterious corporation is creating monstrous biological killing machines for the highest bidder. But Umbrella has enemies, too—chief among them a contingent of rogue S.T.A.R.S., former members of the paramilitary response unit Umbrella helped create.

Umbrella has secrets. Despite its vast power, the company has begun to lose control of its hidden research facilities, bit by bit, one lab at a time. Three labs have already been destroyed, their work lost, setbacks due in no small part to the meddlesome S.T.A.R.S. and their allies.

Umbrella has secrets. Beneath the deserts of the American Southwest, on of the company's most elaborate facilities is about to go online. Somewhere inside may also be the key to stopping Umbrella once and for all... if Leon Kennedy, Claire Redfield, Rebecca Chambers, and their friends can get past a strike team of corrupt S.T.A.R.S., and survive the genetically engineered horrors awaiting them below the sun-scorched Earth.

Umbrella has secrets. And one man with an agenda of his own knows them all...

Sample Excerpt

This is so weird, Leon thought, so over the top—so utterly like Umbrella. It was like the vast facility beneath Raccoon, complete with its own foundry and private subway—unbelievable, except he'd seen it himself. And he knew from the ex-S.T.A.R.S. that there'd also been an isolated cove on the Maine coast guarded by teams of viral zombies, and a "deserted" mansion in the woods—the Spencer place—rigged with secrets, keys, codes, and passages, like the setting for a spy movie that no one would ever buy...

Now this—simulated environments beneath the barren Utah salt flats. What had Reston called it? The Planet. It was an extravagant, decadent, immoral waste; ridiculous, except——except we're stuck in it, and God only knows what we'll be up against next.

"Let's back up and go around," he said--and then he heard the beat of wings, and knew it was already too late. In the wilted shadows above the open space, one, two, three of the Dacs were diving off perches, soaring down into the rounded clearing.

One of them started to screech and then there were others nearby, overhead, hiding in the unlikely trees, who joined in the song, a deafening, horrendous cacophony of needle-sharp sound. Leon fell back, John suddenly at his side, aiming his rifle into the open space.

"Henry, get behind me!" Leon shouted, glancing up—and seeing yet another Dac coming down from a series of perches directly above, tucking its wings in and diving straight for him.

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