Run around the city looking for Hunk—who's even stronger than Vector (and I almost screwed things up with him)—or crawl around down here searching for Annette Birkin with her share, which might not even exist anymore? Oh, I know: I should fight Birkin himself and drink his blood! That's sarcasm, in case anyone didn't catch it.
"Stop!" Yamata shouts, having finished injecting herself with the virus. I'll wait for you outside. Don't worry.
I open the door and step into the corridor. Immediately, I'm hit in the upper body by a fist the size of a cannonball—bigger than my head—and sent flying back into the room.
Yeah. I think I know exactly who I'm going to vent my irritation on now.
***
Interlude. Yamata
This idiot was so lost in thought after successfully obtaining the drug that he walked straight outside, completely forgetting about the B.O.W. T-103 waiting for us there! What an idiot. If it weren't for this stupid craving that appeared after my infection, I would've knocked him out a long time ago—he's that careless sometimes.
"What are you doing, you miserable suicidal maniac?!" I snapped, getting up and closing my portable lab (my precious treasure!). But Cain wasn't listening to me anymore. Tsk. A very familiar state for him.
"Well, I'm about to smash someone's face in. And at the same time, I'll evaluate the effect of the serum." He added the second part while glancing at me. Was that supposed to reassure me or something?
It's hard to read emotions from the face and movements of a corpse. Death changes almost everything—even motor skills become… inhuman.
I didn't even have time to reply before Cain, having snatched one of his knives, had already vanished through the door. That speed—impressive. I wonder if mine will increase now too? And another thing—where does he even hide them? I mean the knives. He's carrying no fewer than I've got firearms, yet only about a dozen are visible. How does he manage that?
After about half a minute of fussing—he took his time—my partner finally returned. He looked worn out, but satisfied.
"Did you kill him?" I asked with interest. I still hadn't had a proper chance to study a Tyrant specimen.
Instead of an answer, there was a loud bang against the door closed just moments earlier.
I blinked. "…What?"
"Did I say I was going to kill him?" Cain spread his arms wide. "I said I'd smash his face—and I smashed it! I never mentioned murder."
Ugh. Clown!
"But seriously, the two of us are at a stalemate. If I can kill him now, it'll only be at the cost of severe injuries—or by playing the part of a suicide fighter. Apparently, the G virus doesn't boost parameters right away."The dumn mutant repeated his gesture.
"Of course not right away! You should've thought of that before charging into battle! Yes, I get it—dead brains don't work very well—but while you're still relatively fresh, at least try to use what you have left!" I vented my irritation on him.
"Yes, yes," he replied lazily. "Shall we continue on our way, beautiful lady?"
"And don't suck up to me!" I shot back.
***
After some time, we finally left Tyrant behind—with a very picturesque scar running across the entire left half of his face. A true feast for the eyes. We descended further and found ourselves in a spacious hangar, the ceiling of which we'd seen earlier from the corridor behind the bulletproof glass.
A couple of overturned tables. Two de-energized cameras in opposite corners. A pile of corpses that had no intention of getting up. A couple of zombies that didn't react to us at all. And a heap of unidentifiable debris—whatever used to be here before.
Maybe those were the same tables or lounge sofas—according to Vector's memories, there were some around—but now it's impossible to tell, they were smashed beyond repair. The scene of devastation was completed by a dead Hunter lying in the center.
Was Birkin here, or what?
"Beautiful," Four Eyes said skeptically.
"You're right," I replied.
And then, without wasting time, we headed straight for the left wall, where a passage to the next room was located. The gate was certainly large, though not as solid as the previous ones. And the entrance had already been kindly smashed open—a pleasant surprise. Without wasting extra time on hacking the control panel, we moved on.
"Straight or right?" Four Eyes asked again.
Heh. Smart policy. If we end up somewhere we shouldn't, it'll be my fault. You led us here, and all that.
"If I remember correctly, the security room is to the right," I said. "We can access the surveillance feeds there and collect some useful materials—things that won't earn Umbrella a pat on the head. What if the recordings from the lab aren't enough? Besides, some of the cameras might still be operational. We could see what's going on down here right now."
"So, to the right," Yamata replied in the same tone.
"Yes."
And then we silently continued through yet another tunnel. God, it's so monotonous here! 'm going to end up claustrophobic at this rate. Heh. I can only imagine how the survivors who end up here will feel—every single dead thing reacts to them, and the atmosphere will press down even harder. As for me, I've got solid confidence in my own strength. I mean, come on—taking down two Hunters bare handed, and even fighting a Tyrant to a draw.
Lost in these thoughts, I somehow reached the control room without noticing. If not for my partner—who suddenly raised her rifle to aim—I don't even know what my absent mindedness might have cost me. Or maybe I do know. I just prefer not think about it.
The control room door had been torn off, slashed all over with claws—clear proof of who had at least been here. No, correction: judging by the noise inside, he was still here.
Either a Licker, which wouldn't be much of a problem unless there were as many as during our last encounter.
Or a Hunter.
In a cramped space.
That was bad.
(End of Chapter)
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