The three arrived at a seemingly oblivious unused factory; it was a charade to hide the Chemical Plant from the public. Scott pushed away from the hatch door and climbed the ladder first, he hoisted Sherry from Claire and was followed by everyone else. Sherry was unconscious, but Claire kept her snug in her arm close to her chest.

The turntable control room was looking run down, it was dimly lit from the single light source, and dust was forming everywhere. Ignoring all the worker's equipment of hard hats, work schedules and the latter, Scott went to the only functional terminal at the corner desk. He knew what he was doing.

"What are we doing here?" Parker queried. "We're so far away from the department now..."

"We're in a fake factory on the outskirts of Raccoon," Scott replied, still typing quickly on the terminal's keyboard. "The gondola journey is longer than you'd think."

"Is this where the Chemical Plant is?"

"Yes, it is Claire. We're not too far from a safe room down below either. We just need to take the locomotive down."

"Locomotive?"

Scott turned to Claire and signalled towards the door near him with his hands. "There's a locomotive outside we'll take down into the plant. We'll take Sherry to the security room on basement level four, and we'll get to finding a cure-"

"Then a way out?" Parker interrupted.

"Yes, but not until we save Sherry." Scott came off the terminal as the sound of heavy machinery was heard outside the room. "We're not the only ones coming and going through here, by the way. Someone took the locomotive down already."

"Who could that be?"

"Annette..."

Parker pointed at herself. "Me?"

"Other Annette. Birkin..."

Outside the control room was the said yellow locomotive, it arrived from a few levels below up to theirs on the ground floor. It was around five in the morning as the sun's rays were penetrating through the gloomy grey clouds of the night sky, wasn't enough to make it any less cold.

The sizeable locomotive was as you would expect, large enough to carry a small team. Though the platform had tracks like a train, it had the markings of an elevator of sorts. The activation port had the key in the ignition, and the small machine itself was warm, this locomotive saw a lot of action recently.

With one twist of the wrist clockwise the activation alarm blared loudly. "This turntable will take us straight down to the Research Facility," Scott said, "Ladies first."

There was hardly anything worth mentioning inside, just a somewhat comfortable bench and the train cabin where the controls waited. With haste, Claire rested Sherry on the bench and hunched by her. She thinks she's coming to.

"How are you holding up, honey?"

Sherry held her stomach and curled her back. Her teeth gritted against each other. "My stomach hurts… Really hurts..."

"Please hang in there, honey." Claire brushed Sherry's hair and stood up and walked to Scott for anything on his mind. "She's burning up, Scott."

"There's no doubt she's been injected with a G-embryo."

"What can we do?"

"There's no way to tell how long we have to save her." Scott sighed. "The security room should have something I can use to delay the embryo."

"Is there even a cure?" Parker asked. "We can't waste any time down here."

"It's still in development stages… I have schematics for the DEVIL cure in the P-4 lab in case..."

"In case G ever broke out?"

Scott pushed his spectacles up closer to his eyes. "G was never supposed to break out..."

Suddenly, something heavy lands on the roof of the locomotive. The ceiling depressed from the high mass and the descension halted with an alarm blaring inside. The turntable refused to budge due to some commotion outside.

"Something is out there..." Claire's movements were slow, and her ears were fixed on anything else her eyes missed. "We should check it out." She leapt to the door. "Anyone joining me?" She stood ready at the door.

"Go on, Doc. I'll keep an eye on Sherry."

"Oh goodness… Back into the fray. We can leave Sherry here, for the time being; it's safe enough."

"You're the boss."

Scott left the locomotive with Claire and Parker. With the door opening and closing behind them, it locked itself shut. "Perfect..." he muttered.

"Did the door just lock?"

"Safety precaution."

All was normal for the three when they fanned out to check for their hijacker, or whatever the cause for stopping the platform from elevating down. Lights from the walls were the only source that helped the trio to see through the thick darkness.

Though their investigation was interrupted when a thick crude iron pipe careened down at Scott's direction. It flung over the railing with great speed and force. It gave away their hijacker, and it wasn't a friendly one.

From on top of the locomotive, standing at eight feet in height was the same monster that was prowling around the Police Department. The robust framework of the powerful monster was still wearing the tattered remains of a lab coat with fresh blood smeared all over the flesh-ripping talons that seemed to have grown more since last time.

The beast mutated even more from on top of the locomotive. The head merged within the chest further increasing its muscle mass with another bulge of flesh forming a new face over the shoulders. A large eye protruded through the beefed right arm's tricep, and the talons grew longer and nastier.

"Oh… my… God." Scott took off his spectacles and stood to glare at the monster. "It's William..."

"That's William?"

"He's already evolving beyond his humanity!"

William G-Type hissed harshly and jutted its arms out at the sides, flaring the talons. It leapt down in between Scott, Claire and Annette. Its forceful landing split the three up in three different directions. It growled and twisted its mass at Scott and stared at him with murderous intentions.

"Aw shit!" Scott fidgeted his spectacles back on his nose and repeatedly stuttered, "N… N-No! This is not happening!" William G-Type roared at the top of its lungs and made its move closer to Scott. "Oh, fuck... He's coming after me!"

William G-Type swung his massive claws at Scott, the talons barely grazed the tip of his nose. With his head almost cleaved off in a single blow, Scott took out his handgun and stood up to the monster that was once his trusted colleague and took aim for whatever was left of his human face.

"This isn't supposed to happen..." Scott often hesitated with his handgun and infrequently fired at the monster, his 9mm rounds barely tickled its torso if they didn't break on impact.

There was no trace of William's humanity left in the walking slab of meat; the only fragment was his face that was distorted into the chest area. Claire and Parker couldn't see the face; they had the advantage of being behind William. In a sense it was surrounded, even if it was futile for Parker and Claire to fire their handguns at the monster's back, it was too huge for the 9mm rounds.

Scott ejected his handgun's empty magazine and took out his last one, and he stumbled into the iron railing behind him. With William G-Type hot on his trail he misjudged the distance he was backing away but caught onto the rail. His last magazine dropped into the absolute darkness below, hundreds of feet of nothingness along with his hopes of fending off his dear old friend.

William G-Type threw all its weight into its claw at Scott and caved in the railing behind him, the iron sheets and bars fell below. Scott tumbled to his right away and dropped his handgun, he tried once to reach for it, but William G-Type stepped over it closer to him, to reclaim it just wasn't worth the risk he thought.

Like a game of cat and mouse or a sick hunt for prey, William G-Type chased Scott around the locomotive out of Claire's and Parker's sight. She pulled Claire away by her shoulder to share her thoughts with her about the sudden situation.

"Claire, we cannot fight him with these weapons," she said, "we need something bigger."

Claire turned to a broken railing and peered over the ledge facing down into the darkness below, the lights on the walls just went on and on. The fall was five or six stories at the least and could kill something as mutated and inhumane as William. Someone just needed to tip the scales.

A large sheet of metal was torn from the ground by William G-Type's meaty paw and heaved at Scott's general direction, the force he took to the side of his chest threw him clean off his feet to the ground. Scott wiped his face and noticed that his eyes were all dizzy and hazy, he had dropped his glasses.

Through the cracked lens of his grand spectacles, William G-Type stopped to pick them up and examined them for a few seconds short of the half-minute mark.

What Scott has never seen in B.O.W.s of any sort was it seemed to recollect an emotion. An otherwise simple one. Anger. It crushed Scott's spectacles with its meaty fist and the lens' shards crumpled between the digits.

Scott lifted himself up from the cold platform and felt a terrible urge to vomit brewing within, his diet consisted of terrible rations and medication, and now his little stomach decided to expel that crap? Now of all times?

He saved it until he got back on his feet, then he heaved the sickly yellow bile around his feet in a gruesome pile of slush. Some symptoms that followed were dilated eyes that adequately obscured Scott's vision, he tripped over his feet and landed on the railing behind him out of breath.

Time moved slowly, the effects of nausea mixed with the mild trauma a second ago disoriented Scott's rational mind. He barely made out the situation going on around him, the only thing he could focus on was Claire's voice; she called him to no avail.

Scott always had problems with his head. Had to intentionally punch out the dizzy thoughts out of his mind, with one well-placed strike. His focus was back on William.

Just in the nick of time, Scott threw himself back away from William G-Type while he was about to land another powerful blow aimed at Scott's face. This blow destroyed the railing behind him and sent it down below.

Scott ran for his dear life into Claire's open arms, before she could convince him to keep the monster still and not leading him away from her and Parker's sights he already ran back away and around the locomotive to the other side.

William G-Type turned around to face Claire and Parker's entirely useless gunfire; it looked like it barely tickled it or just broke again on impact, it just stood there dumbfounded on where the target was. William G-Type didn't want Claire or Parker, it… No… He wanted his ex-colleague who was already taking a breather on the other side of the platform.

With both feet planted into the platform, William leapt into the air over the locomotive and plummeted closely to Scott's side, just when he thought he could pause for much needed quick breaths to ease his hyperventilation. The time for relaxing was cut short, the shockwave around William's weight stunned Scott long enough for him to swing his meaty talons at his torso, just as he was primed to retreat further away.

It wasn't fatal, but it wasn't a minor scrape or cut, the blow tore through Scott's lab skin like wrapping paper and his bloody lab coat like it wasn't even there. Scott couldn't feel the wounding at first, though the mindful person he is he still compressed the bleeding long enough to stabilise it, his blood was that tacky and clotted up.

The chase was back on, William hobbled over his weighted feet, shuffling quickly at Scott as the time he rose on his tired legs and backed away to the edge of the platform. The railing was destroyed during the first few seconds of the encounter, Scott forgot about that, fear and tension would make him forget the simplest of things to be. Turning around William was there and to his left was Claire and Parker coming to his rescue.

Scott's warm blood smeared all over Claire's and Parker's hands when they nearly bumped into each other, Scott had no time to talk, he pushed them both off their feet and dived accordingly on the ground with them. Before they could shrug off Scott's stupidity what they didn't know is he, in fact, saved them from William's crude talons from tearing through them, his claws cleaved into the ground below their feet.

There was an opportunity, William's thick nails were wedged into the platform's iron platings, he rearranged his body to pull them out, the smartest of man as a stupid B.O.W. wasted his time pulling and not thinking. Scott saw this opportunity as a window to exploit his weakness, the large pulsating eye in the right tricep was one of them. Wasn't a fact but it was all he could suggest for the three to damage to their advantage to subdue him.

"The eye!" Scott squealed. "Shoot him in the eye!" Claire and Parker stood back up and relentlessly shot at William's extensive mutated eye. The eye couldn't protect itself alone, and William could only grumble and howl during his open weakness, it was all he could do, and it was working against him.

Purple blood splattered and sprayed everywhere, slowly diminishing William's strength, he fell on one knee and lost the will to carry on pulling. Scott drew Claire's extra loaded handgun from her pocket – the Browning she forgot existed – and joined her and Parker in the takedown of William G-Type.

Bullets tore the giant eye, and after one bloated eruption of purple juices, William G-Type howled and pulled his hand from the ground. He toppled over on his back, severely weakened and the rise of his feet was as slow as anything they all seen before him. Then he leant on the railing, still pursuing the three despite the disadvantage of being at only quarter or even a tenth of the power and potential he once had earlier.

As they were about to anticipate William's next strike or Scott retreating, whatever was first. William G-type, in fact, toppled over the empty spacing where the rail used to be, his hand slid off the railing before, and his weight shifted off the platform. Then William was gone from sight and already claimed by the dark below. Scott ceased his hyperventilation and nodded Claire and Parker back inside the locomotive. He went to check on William. He was gone.