Jill wasted no time. Quickly unzipping the uniform, she tossed it
aside and began unbuttoning her blouse. Discarding the blouse, she
unclasped her bra and slipped the straps from her shoulders. Tossing it on
top of her other clothes, she quickly unzipped and stepped out of her
skirt. Reaching down she quickly hooked her thumbs into her panties and
peeled them down her legs. Placing the clothing in one of the lockers, she
grabbed one of the cleansuits. Stepping into it, she quickly pulled it up
over her naked body and zipped it shut. She was relieved to discover the
cleansuit was a solid white material; it helped to cover her up immensely.
Retrieving her stolen ID tag, she clipped it onto the cleansuit.
After finishing, she inserted her ID card into the slot by the door. The door rolled open, and Jill stopped short, stunned by what she saw. Maxwell and group of other clean-suited scientists stood in the center of the room staring at a group of stasis tubes located behind thick glass. The tubes contained a grizzly, a Doberman, and three humans. Although the five were of different species, they all had one thing in common. They were all horribly mutated.
"Magnificent," she heard Maxwell mutter. "Absolutely magnificent."
"There were originally four humans," spoke up one of the chief researchers. "It attempted to break through the stasis tube and escape. We had to…abort it."
"A pity," said Maxwell as he continued to stare at the stasis tubes. "When will the final batch be ready?"
"Tomorrow."
"And the new T-Virus?"
"Tomorrow as well."
"Good. Excellent work, all of you."
A buzzer sounded over the intercom. "Dr. Maxwell. Your presence is required in the boardroom." Maxwell glanced up with an irritated look. "Very well! Tell them I'll be along in several minutes."
With that, Maxwell exited the room, followed by several of his cronies. After the door had slammed shut behind them, Jill quickly moved over to the vacated equipment. Disguised in a cleansuit and wearing an ID tag, she got no more than a glance from the other scientists in the room.
Jill tapped commands into the keyboard of the computer. "Yes!" she thought to herself as the black and white of the startup screen was replaced by a number of file folders. Obviously the last person using this terminal had forgotten to log off their account. Scanning through the titles of the folders, one caught her eye.
"DNA/T-Virus research?" muttered Jill softly. Moving her mouse over to the folder, she double clicked on it. A document popped up on the screen and Jill began reading.
***Classified: Umbrella Researchers Only***
"1998's test run in Raccoon City clearly showed the flaws in the T-Virus. Chief among these are tissue deterioration, major loss of intelligence, and loss of motor skills. These all proved to be serious flaws in the long run, rendering many of the subjects inferior."
"DNA splicing techniques developed by Dr. David Maxwell have revolutionized the powers of the aging T-Virus. Instead of attacking random areas of the body at various time intervals, the new version of the T-Virus has DNA restructuring protein added to it. This protein specifically targets cranial cells relating to intelligence and independent thought. The new protein "desensitizes" the subject, while removing thoughts of free will, turning the subject into a mindless killing machine. Loss of motor skills is not evidenced and intelligence loss is minor."
"Unfortunately the tissue deterioration is not something that the DNA protein appears to be capable of controlling. Further research may find a solution to this problem."
***End File***
"They're developing a new strain of the T-Virus?" thought Jill to herself, as her bulging eyes ran across the screen, drinking up the words that were printed upon it. Clicking the "x" located in the corner of the screen, she closed the document. As she got up to leave, another file caught her eye.
"Security Issues.." she murmured, double-clicking on it.
***Classified: Umbrella Security Issues***
"1998's testing also revealed the power of the highly responsive S.T.A.R.S. investigation team. This force has disrupted company operations several times and is composed of several individuals. Chief among these are: Leon Kennedy, Claire Redfield, Barry Burton, Chris Redfield, and Jill Valentine."
"Not a big surprise," muttered Jill as she kept on reading.
"Albert Wesker was the first plant to be placed within the S.T.A.R.S. organization. His success in drawing in the Bravo and Alpha teams must not be discredited. Since his death during the operation, Umbrella Security has placed many more operatives in the S.T.A.R.S. ranks including…."
As Jill continued to read, the loudspeaker blared to life. "We have a possible security breach in Laboratory Control. Repeat, possible security breach in Laboratory Control. Security units proceed to Laboratory Control."
"Shit!" muttered Jill as she stood from the chair and briskly walked towards the door. Inserting her keycard, she stood back as the door to the cleanroom rolled open. Once inside, she quickly unzipped the cleansuit and hung it back up. Reaching into the locker, she grabbed her clothing and quickly slipped into her underwear. Buttoning up her blouse and pulling on her skirt, she quickly slipped into her heels and then walked out into the main hallway. Pinning her stolen ID to her blouse again, she began walking back towards the elevator, just as a squad of uniformed Umbrella security officers rushed by her.
Once in the elevator, Jill slumped against the wall, wiping the perspiration from her brow in relief.
"Shit, that was close," she muttered as she leaned back against the wall. As her inner voice began to laugh at her, she mentally told it to shut the fuck up. Feeling much more satisfied, she rested her weight on the cool metal of the wall and waited for the doors to open.
After finishing, she inserted her ID card into the slot by the door. The door rolled open, and Jill stopped short, stunned by what she saw. Maxwell and group of other clean-suited scientists stood in the center of the room staring at a group of stasis tubes located behind thick glass. The tubes contained a grizzly, a Doberman, and three humans. Although the five were of different species, they all had one thing in common. They were all horribly mutated.
"Magnificent," she heard Maxwell mutter. "Absolutely magnificent."
"There were originally four humans," spoke up one of the chief researchers. "It attempted to break through the stasis tube and escape. We had to…abort it."
"A pity," said Maxwell as he continued to stare at the stasis tubes. "When will the final batch be ready?"
"Tomorrow."
"And the new T-Virus?"
"Tomorrow as well."
"Good. Excellent work, all of you."
A buzzer sounded over the intercom. "Dr. Maxwell. Your presence is required in the boardroom." Maxwell glanced up with an irritated look. "Very well! Tell them I'll be along in several minutes."
With that, Maxwell exited the room, followed by several of his cronies. After the door had slammed shut behind them, Jill quickly moved over to the vacated equipment. Disguised in a cleansuit and wearing an ID tag, she got no more than a glance from the other scientists in the room.
Jill tapped commands into the keyboard of the computer. "Yes!" she thought to herself as the black and white of the startup screen was replaced by a number of file folders. Obviously the last person using this terminal had forgotten to log off their account. Scanning through the titles of the folders, one caught her eye.
"DNA/T-Virus research?" muttered Jill softly. Moving her mouse over to the folder, she double clicked on it. A document popped up on the screen and Jill began reading.
***Classified: Umbrella Researchers Only***
"1998's test run in Raccoon City clearly showed the flaws in the T-Virus. Chief among these are tissue deterioration, major loss of intelligence, and loss of motor skills. These all proved to be serious flaws in the long run, rendering many of the subjects inferior."
"DNA splicing techniques developed by Dr. David Maxwell have revolutionized the powers of the aging T-Virus. Instead of attacking random areas of the body at various time intervals, the new version of the T-Virus has DNA restructuring protein added to it. This protein specifically targets cranial cells relating to intelligence and independent thought. The new protein "desensitizes" the subject, while removing thoughts of free will, turning the subject into a mindless killing machine. Loss of motor skills is not evidenced and intelligence loss is minor."
"Unfortunately the tissue deterioration is not something that the DNA protein appears to be capable of controlling. Further research may find a solution to this problem."
***End File***
"They're developing a new strain of the T-Virus?" thought Jill to herself, as her bulging eyes ran across the screen, drinking up the words that were printed upon it. Clicking the "x" located in the corner of the screen, she closed the document. As she got up to leave, another file caught her eye.
"Security Issues.." she murmured, double-clicking on it.
***Classified: Umbrella Security Issues***
"1998's testing also revealed the power of the highly responsive S.T.A.R.S. investigation team. This force has disrupted company operations several times and is composed of several individuals. Chief among these are: Leon Kennedy, Claire Redfield, Barry Burton, Chris Redfield, and Jill Valentine."
"Not a big surprise," muttered Jill as she kept on reading.
"Albert Wesker was the first plant to be placed within the S.T.A.R.S. organization. His success in drawing in the Bravo and Alpha teams must not be discredited. Since his death during the operation, Umbrella Security has placed many more operatives in the S.T.A.R.S. ranks including…."
As Jill continued to read, the loudspeaker blared to life. "We have a possible security breach in Laboratory Control. Repeat, possible security breach in Laboratory Control. Security units proceed to Laboratory Control."
"Shit!" muttered Jill as she stood from the chair and briskly walked towards the door. Inserting her keycard, she stood back as the door to the cleanroom rolled open. Once inside, she quickly unzipped the cleansuit and hung it back up. Reaching into the locker, she grabbed her clothing and quickly slipped into her underwear. Buttoning up her blouse and pulling on her skirt, she quickly slipped into her heels and then walked out into the main hallway. Pinning her stolen ID to her blouse again, she began walking back towards the elevator, just as a squad of uniformed Umbrella security officers rushed by her.
Once in the elevator, Jill slumped against the wall, wiping the perspiration from her brow in relief.
"Shit, that was close," she muttered as she leaned back against the wall. As her inner voice began to laugh at her, she mentally told it to shut the fuck up. Feeling much more satisfied, she rested her weight on the cool metal of the wall and waited for the doors to open.