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Jack barreled down the hallway, joined by a rather large group of other security members. As he and the group ran down the numerous flights of stairs he noted that the alarm had stopped. Seems like someone else had disabled the bomb. At least THAT part he no longer needed to worry about. Coming to a long corridor at the bottom floor he raised his arm, his hand a fist. Motioning with two fingers, he slowly lead the way rifle raised. The lights were flickering on and off the buzzing and their footsteps the only sound. Reaching the end of the corridor he stood by the door, leaning in listening. "Nothing.. OK what we know so far is numerous staff infected, there are Lickers and we have multiple Tyrants running around the building... Wolf, Hank, Ghost and TK I want you to clear the West side, McTavish, Riley, Deadshot and Raven clear the East side. Should you encounter a Tyrant radio us and give us the exact location, we'll be there. Clear?" They all nodded. Ghost looked to Jack cocking his head to one side. "What will you be doing sir?" Jack grinned under his helmet. "Me? Oh I'll be hunting the big boys."

With that he opened up the door and headed north, the two other teams splitting up. His H&K raised his slowly staked down the hallway hearing the odd suppressed popping noise of gunfire here and there as the others encounter infected. Hearing a low moaning to his left he peered around a corner, multiple hostiles shuffling along, eating corpses. His finger oh so very gently tapped his trigger, his suppressed rifle firing away, the bullets shredding through the weakened flesh of the zombies heads, their lifeless bodies falling one by one. He grinned continuing on his way, his eyes scanning the hallway, along with the ceiling. Those giant pink ugly bastards always loved to lurk up there.. Taking one more step Jack suddenly pulled back as something came crashing through a door, well more like thrown through.. two zombies and.. oh great a Licker. His pulled the trigger, letting a hail of death loose the two zombies dropping like a sack of spuds. The Licker however was a lot of agile, leaping onto a wall and scurrying away into the dark, two bullets hitting it. " Aye run away you slippery pink bastard and don't.. wait.." THUD THUD THUD THUD.

Jack spun to his left only to see a massive figure bursting through the door frame. "Ah shi.." Was all he could say before a arm suddenly swung into his chest, hurtling him back into a causing it to dent. "OOF" He coughed and shook his head before suddenly ducking as the same arm swung again, tearing the metal wall like a knife through butter. Scrambling along the floor Jack stood back up. "T-103! Activation code 349!" The Tyrant suddenly came to a halt and stood still. Sighing Jack nodded to himself watching it warily. This thing was controlled.. for now.. "Best put you ..down before something else happ.." A long pink tongue suddenly zipped past Jacks head, slamming into the T-103's neck, tearing it slightly. It also seemed to rip out whatever control chip was implanted because it suddenly grabbed the tongue, pulled and then proceeded to tear the Licker to pieces.


"Oh goody gum drops.."
 
Mark woke up from his nap and realized that it was almost time for them to get into action. Mark hightailed it with his gear in hand into a black armored SUV and was hurriedly escorted to the private airfield to take off for the operation. The STRATCOM agent then put his ear piece in and tapped his neck to activate it for a test.

"Miyamoto, you hear me, testing, check 1, 2, 3."

"Loud and clear, boss. You ready for tonight."

Mark pulled back the slide on his Glock and checked to see if a round was chambered. He then did the same with his MK14 and checked to see if the sight was functional. "It looks like we're all good." The SUV soon pulled into the airport where the BSAA Agent was already waiting for him by the helicopter. "Alright here we go," Severe huffed.

Mark walked up to the BSAA operator and introduced himself, "Agent Greer I assume. The name's Lieutenant Mark Severe, US-STRATCOM, but you can just call me Mark or Marcel. Pleasure to meet you."

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Grant huffed in relief as his associate pulled up. He rested one hand on his hip and extended the other for a handshake. “First-name basis works for me; just ‘Grant’ is fine,” he consented. “And the pleasure’s mine—agh shit, that rhymed, too...” He trailed off and shook his head. “Sorry, my peers caught me rhyming by accident twice this month. Now...” The agent proceeded to Mark’s SUV prior to finishing his thought. “... I think we’ve got a job to do.”

Twenty minutes later...

The armored car pulled around the corner. Police cruisers and concrete barriers blockaded the entire lot around the NexCorp building. Onlookers in office wear were vacating the premises. “Looks like the party started without us,” Grant observed with an exasperated sigh. He had a bad feeling this would be like Raccoon City all over again. He opened the door and stepped out to approach a police sergeant barking orders. “Agent Greer, BSAA. What’s the situation?”

Upon registering the flash of Grant’s badge, the cop informed him, “Employees reported some biohazard escaping. This one of those bioterrorist attacks?”

“It’s too early to say, but check everyone leaving the building for bite marks. We’d better set up a quarantine zone, too.”

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Angela traipsed out through the front entrance and into the parking lot. Several police officers swarmed her, though it was only to check on her well-being. “I’m okay, but there are still people trapped in there. They need help!” she answered, offering a pleading look.

After a quick check with the others, one cop nodded and radioed in with the info. “All units, be advised: there are still personnel in the building.” The message carried over, audible from the cruisers and personal radios.

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Allyanna was racing through the hallways trying to take out as many tyrants as she could. At first glance, most people would assume she was human until they caught first glance at her eyes which shone red. Raising her gun, she fired her weapon to draw more tyrants towards her as she stood more of a chance than most people.

As she was waiting around for more to show up, she wasn't expecting one of them to be able to sneak up behind her. Before she had a chance to react, she is lifted off the ground and thrown into the closest wall. Growling, she stood, slowly, eyeing the creature that threw her. She lunged at the creature, but the creature was able to grab her in the air. Surprised at the suddenness of the grab, she works on trying to get out of the grip, but is thrown in the wall again. This time, she heard multiple bones pop as if they were breaking.

She wasn't able to move. The intensity of both throws caused her body to feel as if it was crushed. Thus led the tyrant into thinking she was dead. Realizing how much shit she is in at the moment, she growled in frustration as all she could do was lay there and wait for agents to go past her. Or wait for her body to heal which could take hours.
 
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Jack fired round after round into the Tyrant his duel revolvers dealing an impressive amount of damage and impact upon the T-103's body, large chunks being blown off or large fist sized holes appearing in it's being. Whereas normal firearms and ammunition would not really have much of an effect unless it was purely concentrated on one spot, the rounds for Jacks revolvers was of a certain quality. Normally the type that was used to hunt down Elephants and Rhinos, hence the major impact it was having. One shot to the face blew off the part of the Tyrant's lower jaw, the following blast it's right cheek. Three more rounds put a fist sized hole in it's chest, left kneecap and lower ribcage.. and yet the fucking thing still came at him. Had these things gotten tougher since back then.. He aimed both barrels at the things face and pulled the triggers. Two 600 Nitro Express rounds flew through the air and made contact, one blowing the things eye out and the other a good portion of what would be it's brain. The thing staggered back, but Jack kept on the barrage, emptying the chambers and letting three more rounds loose, it's head now gone, and the last bullet smashing through it's heart. At long last the Tyrant fell backwards shaking the ground as its heavy body slammed down.

"Fucking overgrown Smurf.." Twirling the revolvers he holstered them both and then sighed walking down the hallway whistling. His outfit was completely coated in blood from the numerous infected killed but he couldn't care less. His attention shifted somewhat to gunfire in the distance. He quickened his pace, drawing his blade as he stumbled upon more zombies. Chuckling to himself he cracked his neck, just as the light above him flicked slightly, almost eerily..

"For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast, and breathed in the face of the foe as he passed; and the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill, and their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still..." Jack recited the poem to himself as he walked. His arm and by extension his hand and body a blur as he sidestepped, danced and weaved through the shambling mass of the undead, dispatching them one by one their bodies dropping like flies. Finishing the last one with a flurry of cuts and jabs to it's heart and head he turned the corner and headed on, his eyes focussing on the sight before him. Seems another fight had happened here.. Another Tyrant perhaps? Question is where was it? And who was that figure laying on the floor, propped up on the wall?

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Allyanna briefly saw a figure walking towards her as she was healing. Growling, which sounded inhuman, she painfully raised a gun in defense. Keeping her head down, she tried to hide her red eyes, but they were slightly shining as she was irritated at her situation. If she was human, she would be dead because there were many undead shambling about near her. In this exact moment, she was happy to be not human as they aren't able to sense her. The tyrants on the other hand, as she learned, are able to and it pissed her off.

Giving up on keeping her eyes down, she glared at the figure coming closer to her, ready to fire if he attacks first. She may not be able to move at the moment, but she wasn't going down without a fight. Weakly yelling, "Don't shoot. I'm... human." She knew it was a stretch, but wanted to separate herself from the other tyrants.

Thankfully, she was able to move her arms, but everything else was still paralyzed from the impacts, but was slowly healing. It would only be about another hour before she would be able to completely stand.
 
Jack stopped moving when the person growled at him raising a gun. Eyeing it warily he raised his hands slowly nodding at the figure. He scanned the area, and then his gaze focussed on the wall. Cracked badly from an impact.. Obviously this person must of been thrown extremely hard against it, and judging from the slow movement was badly injured. He frowned slowly as the figure spoke. A woman's voice.. It then hit him.. this was the woman he had seen on the CCTV footage, the one outside the room, dressed it all black. His frown deepened once he saw her eyes however... They were red, not like bloodshot eyes but the actual colour of them were red. He then shook his head chuckling slightly. "Human huh.. then either it's Halloween and those are really good contact lenses or.. more likely.." He moved closer and then squatted down in front of her. "You are NOT a human but something else.. not infected like those zombies.. oh no.. you my friend are a Tyrant yes? Just like HE was.." Jack uttered the word he was complete venom and disgust. If he hadn't been wearing him helmet he would of spat on the floor.


Jack sighed looking about the hallway before turning his gaze back to the woman. "So.. what exactly are you doing here hmm? Something tells me you didn't set all this off. My guess is you came here to shut the place down or at least destroy the virus samples and remove any trace of it and those linked to it.." Jack's eyes looked back to the gun aimed at him, wondering if it was still loaded or not. "Obviously if you wanted me dead you'd have shot me as soon as I came around the corner so your not all bad I guess"
 
Allyanna glared at the man that stood near her, "You obviously know who I am then." Wincing, she tried to stand, but everything was still injured and it just caused her to whimper in pain. A little longer... She thought. She weakly looked at him as he was standing looking down at her and she couldn't help but let out another growl as she felt cornered at the moment. "Yeah I'm like... Him..." She wasn't sure if she should trust the man in front of her as he is employed by the place.

"I wanted the place destroyed, but found out that your head researcher here was experimenting with HIS blood and injected it into himself," She retorted. She let out a sigh, "As you can see... I can't do fucking much."

Because of the sounds of bullets ricocheting, the tyrant monstrosity that caused it is heard stomping around. Each step getting heavier and louder the closer it gets. Allyanna looked at the soldier, "Get out of here. There's too many of those damn things running around for you to... survive." She keeps trying to sit up and every time it doesn't work. Growling in irritation, she looked at the solider, "I don't know if there is even any humanity left in you as you work for a scum company like this. But... can you check and see if there is any crushed spinal discs in my back. It is stopping me from completely healing because normally I'd be healed in no time."

It annoyed her to have to ask for help from the enemy, but she didn't want to die tonight. Hearing the steps get closer and closer, "Hurry the fuck up!"
 
Grant huffed in relief as his associate pulled up. He rested one hand on his hip and extended the other for a handshake. “First-name basis works for me; just ‘Grant’ is fine,” he consented. “And the pleasure’s mine—agh shit, that rhymed, too...” He trailed off and shook his head. “Sorry, my peers caught me rhyming by accident twice this month. Now...” The agent proceeded to Mark’s SUV prior to finishing his thought. “... I think we’ve got a job to do.”

Twenty minutes later...

The armored car pulled around the corner. Police cruisers and concrete barriers blockaded the entire lot around the NexCorp building. Onlookers in office wear were vacating the premises. “Looks like the party started without us,” Grant observed with an exasperated sigh. He had a bad feeling this would be like Raccoon City all over again. He opened the door and stepped out to approach a police sergeant barking orders. “Agent Greer, BSAA. What’s the situation?”

Upon registering the flash of Grant’s badge, the cop informed him, “Employees reported some biohazard escaping. This one of those bioterrorist attacks?”

“It’s too early to say, but check everyone leaving the building for bite marks. We’d better set up a quarantine zone, too.”

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Angela traipsed out through the front entrance and into the parking lot. Several police officers swarmed her, though it was only to check on her well-being. “I’m okay, but there are still people trapped in there. They need help!” she answered, offering a pleading look.

After a quick check with the others, one cop nodded and radioed in with the info. “All units, be advised: there are still personnel in the building.” The message carried over, audible from the cruisers and personal radios.

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"Command gave the all clear to move and clear the building. Godspeed partner," Miyamoto stated over the comms device.

"Understood. Greer, let's move, we got a job to do." Severe pulled out his sidearm and began moving to the entrance of the building. There was no one at the reception that he could see through the glass doors. He put a card on the scanner and the mechanical parts of the door lock came undone, an alarm beeped signalling the door was open. He cleared the room looking from left to right while aiming down the sights of his pistol. The green laser gliding across the halls of the fluorescent light flooded reception area. Severe stepped inside and looked around the room for anything out of the ordinary. Rifling through some shelves behind the reception desk counter and looking through the drawers. A larger drawer at the bottom contained a first aid spray and some notes on how to use it.

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1) Pull the cap off.
2) Spray on affected area until can is empty.
3) Dispose of can.
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Severe pocketed the first aid spray in an available slot on his tactical vest. He continued on to the computer at the reception desk. It was still on and stuck on a screensaver. Severe wiggled the mouse and looked at the desktop. He clicked on an icon that seemed like it would connect to NexCorp's Intranet, when prompted to confirm his identification, he placed the ID card he used to get in on the scanner. A few moments later, the computer returned that his ID was confirmed, but a message popped up:

ERROR 502: CONNECTION TO SERVER REFUSED
"Miyamoto, you seeing this. Is my card busted or what?"

"No that just means the server is refusing access to it right now. Could be that whatever happened, it caused the system to activate a lockout protocol to prevent access from company computers without sufficient clearance. My guess is that you'll need higher clearance in order to access their database. We'll have our team look for a back door but NexCorp's security is top notch."

"Gotcha, keep me posted."

 
"Copy, moving in," Grant replied after syncing his comms with Miyamoto and Mark’s. He rushed in, handgun drawn. While Mark investigated the desks, Grant checked the other doors and read the directory signs. “Looks like it’s open. Someone left it unlocked.” He slipped through the doorway to check. It was worse than he thought; a mauled corpse lay down the hall, blood smeared on the white and blue wall. Beside it was a hole in the floor wide enough for a man to fit through it.

The BSAA agent crept closer to inspect a damaged office door until he felt something grasp his ankle. The corpse had reanimated, attempting to infect the first person it saw; how fortunate for Grant... He aimed his gun down and planted a single round in its skull, destroying the zombie before it could get started. “Yup, all the characteristics of the T-Virus. Watch for any corpses on the floor,” he confirmed over comms while peering into the wrecked office. “Also, be advised: we may have larger BOW’s on-site.”

Grant saw a placard further down the hall that read ‘security’. He entered to have a look, hoping to find some monitors. Sure enough, there was an array of them, displaying the feed from cameras spaced throughout the whole building. There was also an unmarked, locked, reinforced door with a card-key slot next to it, but the first priority was those camera feeds. The upper floors looked clear, but the lower floors were a mess; bodies were strewn about and he could swear something darted past one of the cameras.

One feed caught Grant’s eye: there was a security officer kneeling beside a person in black. The latter was obviously wounded, the former tending to her. She looked familiar, though the blurry picture made it too difficult to say for sure. The time-stamps on the video indicated this was live footage from B2. “Mark, you read me? We have survivors in the basement second floor.”

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Mark got off the computer and looked around, seeing an elevator at the end of the hall. He rejoined Agent Greer in the security room, he looked at the cameras at the massacre that was happening beneath them. "Fucking hell, I'm surprised there were even survivors," he muttered. Mark had seen the gruesome aftermath of bloody fire fights out in the desert, but what he saw on the screen was much worse than walking over the bodies of insurgents torn apart by A-10s. Severe investigated other parts of the security room. Attached to the wall to the right of the pair was a building schematic that displayed the floors and the connecting elevators. The building despite having the appearance of a plain office building from the outside was more like a labyrinth on the inside though some floor plans seemed to be missing from the sheet.

"Miyamoto, I picked up a building schematic. I'll scan it and send it to you now." Mark then pulled out a device and placed the map on a flat space on the desk, running a red light across it until it beeped. "Did you get it?"

"Yeah hold on, these things take a bit to upload. And... got it. Greer said that the survivors were on the floor B2, right? The elevator in the reception area should be able to take you down to them but it looks like the building schematic you uploaded to me isn't complete, so I can't say for sure how to get down to them."

"Well that's good news. You can take point this time... " Mark paused after he realized he had gotten to used to addressing others during operations by their last name, " ...Grant."

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Jack nodded before sighing and grimacing slightly under his helmet. "Yeaah don't try to move around to much right now." He then cocked his head to the side listening to her speak. "Yeah.. I didn't know he was bloody using the virus for that kind of thing, thought he was making a cure or something.. if I'd had know he wouldn't be breathing right now and this shitshow wouldn't of ever happened.."" Jack growled himself, then slowly turned his head to the left gazing down the hallway hearing stomping. "Oh for bloody hell another one?" Jack sighed and then raised and eyebrow. "Oh I can handle big blue just find thanks it's only if they start ganging up it becomes an issue. That or it's not one that's under our control.. then things get a bit more messy and complicated.

Leaning in slightly Jack then oh so very carefully and gently pulled her away from the wall with one hand and then slowly began running his other down her spine seeing it there was anything out of place. Feeling a slight lump Jack winced. "Shit.. yeah looks like you have something out of place there... I can either try and fix it for you or you'll have to just wait it out and let it heal by itself.. I could end up damaging it further even though I have had medical training." Standing up Jack slowly withdrew his revolvers glancing to the left again as the loud footsteps drew closer.
 
Grant listened carefully as Mark and Miyamoto discussed the schematics. “The reception area? Simple enough,” he remarked while swiping a ring of keys hanging on a hook. He then took point on their way back through the building.

Now that the self-destruct sequence was deactivated, the elevators were in operation again. Grant hit the call button and waited a brief moment for it to arrive. The doors slid open, so he stepped inside and pressed ‘B2’. No response, but he did notice a keyhole next to the button. He tried key after key until one fit and turned. The button lit up, allowing the agent to push it. Slowly, the doors closed and the elevator carried the two all the way down to B2. “Hang in there, people,” Grant grumbled as they came to a halt, leveling his pistol in anticipation.

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A couple minutes later, it does end up healing. Standing up to her full height, she looks at the man in front of her, "Thank you." At the oncoming sound of footsteps, she crouches down ready to fight. In the far distance, she hears the sound of an elevator, which peeked her interest. ' Who the hell would be coming down here willingly? ' She thought. Eyeing down the long, semi-lit hallway, she sees multiple large figures coming closer and closer.

'Shit!' She turned towards the person next to her, "We need to go NOW." Looking down the other hallway, she sees more coming. They were boxed in the area. Cursing, she pulled out her guns and looked at Jack, "If we want to get out of this alive, we need to work together. Until the other soldiers come, which won't be long. They are about ten to fifteen minutes from us as they just reached the floor we are on."

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Harold is sprinting up the staircase, his speed slowly increasing and his wounds healing, as the virus took hold. Having now reached the nearly empty parking lot, he jumped into his car and screamed at the driver to "Drive! Fucking drive!"

As they speed off and out of the city, police cars already drive past them to the sound of the alarm. And as they drive even further out, the sound of helicopters can be heard above them.
"Where to Boss?"
"We're visiting HQ!"


As Harold is fleeing the scene and the chaos gets worse, heavily armed security forces have arrived to contain the situation. NexCorp, to your service.
 
Grant and Mark settled into the elevator and after they hit the button to head down the lower floors. The elevator rumbled to life and made its way down. Mark had his weapon drawn and pointed at the door, but something was unnerving about the whole situation after he saw the bodies on the camera, he kept a close eye on the floor indicator. When the elevator bell dinged, he promptly aimed down the sights of his weapon and instantly locked eyes with a T-virus zombie. He dropped near instantly with a head shot from his pistol. The weapon only making a light snap as he pulled the trigger. Mark then stepped out of the elevator quickly looking to his left and right spotting another zombie grunting as it awakened from its dormant state. Mark then dropped it with two more shots with one to the body and one to the head.

"Clear," Mark stated as he continued moving forward, pausing and waiting for Grant.

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Jack glanced back to the woman as she stood up and then nodded to her. "No problem." His head snapped around however hearing a pinging of an elevator a frown etching onto his face. His eyes then focusses on the multiple figures heading towards them down the hallway. Turning he saw more coming from behind as well. "Well.. this is going to be interesting to say the least.." Holstering his revolvers he gripped his H&K reloading it and then nodded. Jack then realised he could call for backup on his radio. Gripping it he spoke into it. "Hey, anyone still alive out there..?" Radio static met him for a few moments that seemed to drag on for ages before a voice crackled through. "Yeah were still here.. fucking lickers ambushed us and Wolf got hurt badly but were all alive and heading back to the meet up point." Jack grinned to himself. "Right, I want two of you to come to.." He looked around spotting a small sign by a door. "Room ZX12.. multiple hostiles coming in from all sides so be careful"
 
Grant’s head tilted as he glanced at Mark’s gun. “Suppressor? Now I feel under-equipped,” he chuckled wryly under his breath. He then drew his knife, crossing it under his gun before swinging out into the hallway. The signs down there were esoteric at best, room number prefixes stretching all the way to ZY. Each section’s function wasn’t explicitly stated. “This underground section must be huge.”

Something didn’t sit right with him; why weren’t there more zombies in their immediate vicinity? It was almost too quiet. Reaching an intersection, Grant could see all the way to the next. Something crawled out of sight, giving him only a glimpse and an idea of what was happening. His brow furrowed. “Did you see that? Think there‘s a licker here. Maybe it’s headed for those survivors.”

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"Yeah, I'm beginning to understand why the building schematic we sent up to Miyamoto was incomplete. This place is massive." Upon seeing the Licker, Mark added, "I was hoping that we wouldn't have to be dealing with those fucking things, but looks like the virus has progressed quite a bit faster than normal, or they already had the specimens down here." Mark steadied his aim and signaled to press forward silently as to not alert the Licker of their presence. they continued to walk slowly down the corridor with Grant. He checked every corner as he passed by each room, making sure they wouldn't be flanked by any zombies on their way out.

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Allyanna crouched low at the oncoming figures and let out an inhuman growl. Before attacking, she looked at the person who helped her, "Just don't let them get in my way. I will not be held responsible if I hurt them if they do." One of the closer figures gained ground, and she lunged at the creature head first. The creature (T-00), was the same one that caused her damage and she let out another growl. She wasn't going to let it get the best of her again. Her movements were barely able to be seen. As she lunged, she leapt up off the ground, wrapping her legs around the creature's torso.

However, before she could complete the move, she feels a hand gripping around her throat. Snarling at the creature, she bent her bottom half and wrapped her legs around its arms before delivering a swift kick to it's face and twisting out of its grasp. "I've had just about enough of you," Pulling out her gun, she fired thrice into the creature's skull, but the creature remained standing. Her eyes were blazing red as she saw it still standing and let out a frustrated sigh. "Things don't know how to fucking die down here."

The longer the fight would go on, slowly her humanity was starting to leave. Taking a breath, she closed her eyes, reaching for the power inside her. When she centered herself, she looks up at the creature before lunging, again, at the creature. Within seconds, the creature was on the ground ripped to bits.

Looking at her, someone is able to see that her blazing red eyes had remained, despite the fight being over. She looked at the rest of the creatures that were oncoming, and she spoke, almost inhuman like, "We must end this now. Either we destroy the lab and blow it to smithereens, or we go ahead and take the rest of these... fu-tyrants out."

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Jack watched as the woman crouched down low as numerous hostiles made their way towards the pair, before letting out a rather inhuman growl. Raising an eyebrow he watched as she charged towards an oncoming T-00 head on leaping into the air, before it grabbed her by the throat. Jack was about to unload his revolver into it but before he could she was already free, delivering a deft kick to it's face before firing three bullets at it's head. However the gun didn't seem to pack much of a punch. Before Jack knew it she was closing her eyes as the T-00 was about to attack again. This time though she leapt once more and within a few seconds the T-00 was no more, torn to pieces. Jack stood to the side and gripped his radio. "Scratch that last order.. gather up and get to the reception area. If you find anyone on the way escort them up there, I'll catch up with you later. It's gonna get messy here so I don't want you getting in the way or hurt." He got a quick confirmation and then Jack sighed, looking at the woman's eyes, a deep burning crimson red. He chuckled lightly and nodded. "Aye.. blowing up would be easier but there could be survivors here trapped so, only option is to fight.. Lucky for you.." Jack slowly withdrew his blade twirling it in his hand. "I do so LOVE a good fight"

Where Jack once stood, now thin air. He zipped past the woman at alarmingly high speeds almost a blur charging towards one section of the oncoming horde. Normal infected were so easy to take down. Swinging his arm, his blade sliced through numerous shambling corpses like they were made of butter, limbs, heads and other body parts falling to the floor around him, blood splattering the walls. Spinning around he threw the dagger, imbedding it into a Licker that was scrambling along the wall towards him. The sheer force caused it to slam into the lickers body making a ever so small crater and cracks form on the wall as the Licker was effectively pinned to it. Spinning on his heel, his roundhouse kicked another infected in the side of it's body his leg ripping the body in half, however he wasn't done as his spun his leg up and brought it down in an Axe kick, his heel smashing the zombies head like a Pumpkin. He moved onto the next zombie, his fist smashing into it's face caving it inwards. It wasn't long before a good twenty or so zombies were just a messy pile of mushy corpses. Jack let out a slightly manic laugh. He was enjoying this just a tad bit too much...
 
It surprised her to see that the agent in front of her, was just like her. She wasn't sure what to think of the information. She continued to make her way through the onslaught of creatures. Smiling, she looked at some of the shambling corpses, as they just annoyed her. Before a licker could attack her from behind, she whipped around and grabbed its tongue. In the midst of her fight, she heard a maniacal laugh, and it spooked her a bit. She snapped her gaze at the person fighting with her, and saw him taking out more of the corpses. As she looked, she still had a grip on a licker's tongue. She pulled the licker towards her and sent her fist through it.

As she took on some more of the creatures, her fighting style is somewhat similar to Albert Weskers, as she was trained by him. When she worked on taking out one of the zombified scientists, she wasn't paying attention to a tyrant coming from behind her as it lifted her up off the ground. It was one of the smarter ones, and it honestly surprised her. She should have been able to hear the thundering footsteps of the creature. Growling, she tried to escape its grasp, but it wasn't letting up. In a quick solution, she brought her legs back up and kicked off its chest causing it to let go.

These were the creatures that she hated the most as it took a lot to end them.

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Jack stood up slowly walking towards the Licker he had pinned to the wall with his blade. It was thrashing about wildly, obviously in pain but it could do nothing... or so Jack thought. It's tongue suddenly zipped forwards and smashed into his helmet cracking then shattering the left side of the eyewear, causing Jack to stagger his head whipping to one side. Recovering quickly however Jack slowly withdrew one of his revolvers aimed and fired blowing it's head to pieces, it's body going limp. "You ruined my gear you pink fucker.." Walking over he grabbed his knife and wiped it on one of the undead clothes cleaning the blood off it. Grinning slightly he glanced over just as the woman was grabbed by another Tyrant, before she freed herself from it's grip by kicking it off her. Thinking fast Jack raised his arm. "Hey ugly!" In a blinding blur his arm came down, his blade zipping through the air at an alarming speed, the sheer momentum creating a whistling noise, as it zipped past the woman and buried itself into the Tyrants face, right between it's eyes.

Of course this wouldn't kill the T-00, but the blade was in it's brain and was certainly doing the job of screwing up it's thinking pattern. Cracking his knuckles and neck along with rolling his shoulders Jack walked forwards to the Tyrant and the woman, one dark blood red eye glowing from within his helmet. "OK.. let's put this fucker and any other down permanently.."
 
Allyanna nodded in response, "Let's do it." Her eyes continued to shine red as she lunged at the Tyrant. Wasting no time at all, she pulled her Lightning Hawk back out of the holster and aimed it, shooting thrice in the heart. However, it didn't do much damage besides just piss it off even more. It charged at the both of them in a frenzied anger.

Dodging at the last second, Allyanna dived out of the way. She used the momentum of the dive to lead into a roll, rolled up and had her gun facing towards the creature with her back leg bent backwards and her front leg at a ninety degree angle pointed towards the creature. Using a push from her back leg, she resumes a standing position.

Because the creature missed the both of them, he rams into the wall behind her. Hearing it let out an inhuman growl, Ally whipped around turning the gun back on the creature. "Move." She commanded the agent, not caring if it pissed him off. She unclips something on her back and bit something off it before throwing it, "Grenade!"



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Albert Wesker watched the monitors from a far away location. He smirked as he witnessed his... prodigy easily taking out the tyrants. He knew there were more in the facility, however the quantity was still unknown. Ever since he figured out she was still alive back in the Spencer Estate, peaked his interest. Why did she fake her death? He turned towards his work and looked over at Jill Valentine in a cryostasis tank. Excella was away working on something at the moment. She had her uses albeit the woman was annoying. Once the plan is finished she will have outlived her usefulness. He resumed his glance at the monitors to keep an eye on the fallen facility. The head scientist of the facility was ambitious. It surprised him that he was able to get ahold of his blood, but rolled his eyes at the thought.

He eyed the monitors to see multiple agents enter the premises making their way towards the duo. Between the two, most of the creatures would be taken care of with their inhuman abilities. He eyed the male figure seeing all the enhanced movements and wondered when that took place. He already knew when Allyanna's transformation took place as he was the one that caused it.

Standing up from the desk, he put away his supplies after checking at Jill's vitals and then left the room. He had decided to make a surprise visit to the lab to check on the status.
 
“Christ on a cracker... they’re being drawn to the gunfire!” Grant pointed out in a loud whisper, seeing the licker he was tailing picking up its pace. “We gotta hurry, Mark, before every BOW in the facility finds them.” Despite the need to hurry, the agent tried to keep his noise levels to a minimum. He hunkered down as he walked, his feet moving in sort of a rolling motion from heel to toe.

The licker led Grant around several turns, its superior hearing leading it towards the other two survivors. One poor bastard zombie got in the agent’s way; it reached out to grab him, only for him to duck around it. He then kicked the back of its leg and drove his knife into its brain stem with one hard, violent stab. “Great... it got away,” Grant sighed, glancing down the next hallway. “At least we’re clo—“

His thought was cut off by a loud explosion. The lights flickered, goading Grant to haul ass. “Go, go, go!” That blast was sure to attract attention, as if big-bore gunshots wouldn’t. At least more manpower would mean better chances. With the noise having persisted this long, these guys were top-notch.

The concentration of zombies was much greater. Six of them shuffled along, though two turned upon hearing the squeak of soles skidding on the linoleum floor.

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