Dr. Grace Hendrix was a scientist whose job was to observe the effects of the T-Virus on various organisms. She had sandy-white hair worn in a loose bun secured by a pencil. She was now in one of the locker rooms on basement three floor, inside a locker looking at the horrible effects of the virus on a human being. The human, at this point, had transformed into something truly horrible. Like a human, the creature had two arms and two legs and it walked on all fours. Its limbs ended in giant claws that looked powerful enough to slice a human in half. It did not look like it had skin. It was covered in muscle and its shoulder blades were outside. A huge, partially exposed brain looked like it overlapped the eyes, or perhaps what was left of the eyes were the two dark slits just below where the brain ended, other than that, all that was visible on the face was its mouth. A squared off jaw with sharp jagged teeth. The worst part was the two-meter long, lance like tongue. The creature was slowly creeping towards Grace, its claws clicking against the floor. It screeched and snapped its tongue at the locker, almost piercing Grace's abdomen. This left the locker broken and the door swung open, exposing Grace to immediate death, and since she wasn't carrying a weapon, she had no way of defending herself. The creature had turned its head towards her. Whether it could see her somehow or whether it smelled her, the creature knew that she was there. She had no choice but to scream, the creature screeched as well and then jabbed her in the shoulder with its tongue. Just then, the door to the locker room slammed open and a middle aged man with a beard, wearing a tactical vest and holding a large handgun aimed it at the creature and shot it in the spine. The creature screeched and struggled for life moving its limbs in random directions for about seven seconds, then it slowed down and did not move anymore.
"God damn!" the man said, "Never seen one of these before."
Still in partial shock, Grace looked at the man and asked, "Who... Who are you?"
"Barry Burton," he said. "I'm here with S.T.A.R.S.," he held out his left hand.
"S.T.A.R.S.?" Grace asked, "What are you doing here?" She took Barry's hand and he helped her get up.
"We're here to collect evidence against Umbrella and to destroy this lab," Barry said checking his gun. Grace went pale. Was he a friend or foe? "If you co-operate, we won't hurt you," he said.
"Fine," Grace said, "I guess I have no choice."
The two of them exited the locker room and started walking when Barry suddenly stopped, "Is there a P.A. system somewhere? My comrades and I got separated and I need to update them on things."
"There's a communications room on this floor, if the P.A. still works you can try and use that," Grace answered and motioned Barry to follow her.
Smith walked the halls of third basement when from behind a corner jumped out the ugliest creature yet. It was about the size of an adult human, but slouching over it was up to about Smith's chest. It was green and covered in scales like a lizard, but it was too bulky to be one. Its mouth was about the size of a lion's, its teeth were sticking out, and all of them were fangs like it was not meant to eat, but tear apart its victims. Its legs were also bent adding to its lack of height. Its arms were long, almost reaching the floor. That included the four inch claws at the end of its three fingers. The creature's hoarse screech pierced Smith's ears, and paralyzed him at the same time. He was damn scared. The creature jumped at him, extending its claw, but to Smith's luck he was so scared that he fell back and the creature missed him completely. He drew his gun and rolled onto one knee, pointing his gun at the creature, he fired. Bam-bam-bam- The .357 shots barely phased the creature's back. It fell forward, but simply because if the pistol's stopping power. The creature quickly got up and screeched, jumping towards Smith, turning around in the air, its claw heading right for his neck. Smith fired another shot, the creature fell back screeching and pounding at the floor as the blood leaked out of it. It stopped moving. Smith took a deep breath. His chamber was empty now, he loaded another six bullets into his King Cobra and got up, realizing now that because of his fall off the catwalk, his arm was bruised and it hurt. Smith remembered those lucky pain killers he found in the monitor room and popped a couple, hoping that they were non drowsy. He kept walking down the corridor, occasionally looking back at the green monstrosity, which lay on the floor not moving. At the end of the hall, Smith reached a door. He opened it and pointed his gun at a man-sized figure standing in the doorway, nearly letting the gun fire.
"Shit! Don't shoot!" Familiar voice yelled. Realizing that it was Nick, Smith pointed his gun up, "Nick! You're okay. Where's Barry?"
"I don't know, we got separated, where's Jerry and Mike?" Nick asked.
"Separated," Smith said, imitating Nick's tone of voice, "Good to see you're okay."
"Yeah, same here, what happened to your– ," Nick was saying when suddenly, the vent at Smith's feet slammed open and a pink, rope like tentacle wrapped around his leg and pulled him into the vent as he screamed, "Shit!" The creature, whatever it was, growled loudly as it pulled him deeper and deeper into the vent. He pointed his gun downward towards his feet and not caring about the consequences, fired away, shot after shot until the creature screeched loudly and its tentacle loosened. Just then, the vent crashed through and Smith and the creature both fell onto another cold floor. That was when Smith realized that it was not a tentacle that was holding him but the creature's tongue. The red, skinned creature lay on the floor still, with bullet holes in its partially exposed brain. The grip may have loosened, but it kept its hold on Smith. That's when he took out his combat knife and cut it off, letting his foot free.
Suddenly, another creature fell through the ceiling vent. It was only Nick.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Smith asked.
"I wasn't going to explore the place by myself, so I followed. Where are we?" Nick inquired.
"Well," Smith said, "Basement four, I assume. Let's check it out."
Barry walked the halls of the lab, with Grace following him. He didn't much like her, but she was his key through the lab.
"Shit," she stopped, looking at the red light that illuminated the room, "Some idiot turned off the power! All the specimens are running loose now!"
Barry raised his gun, "Let me and my buddy handle it," he said with confidence, "I'm pretty sure that I know what I'm facing."
"Oh yeah," Grace said, "How?"
"Did you hear about the Spencer Estate incident five years ago? I was there," he said. Grace's facial expression was priceless. She looked shocked and Barry liked that, he wanted to establish the fact that he was in charge and that her bitchy attitude wasn't getting her anywhere. He wanted to show that he had more control of the whole situation than she did. Barry proceeded forward, turning a corner and pointing his gun. Nothing. He proceeded to the next hall. There were four doors on the sides.
"Testing Rooms A through D," Grace said, "That's where we researched the four types of hunters."
"Four types?" Barry asked.
"Yes, four: Ma-120 the Alpha Hunter, Ma-121 the Beta Hunter, Ma-124 the Gamma Hunter, and Ma-125 the Omega Hunter."
"The Omega Hunter?" Barry asked, "I've heard of the other three, but what's the Omega Hunter?"
"It is a hunter that has the potential strength and speed of a Tyrant, the newest breakthrough in White Umbrella research," Grace said "However, the specimen had died, too unstable. Now that I think about it, I guess it was a blessing in disguise," she added as a high pitch croak of a frog filled the room. A Gamma Hunter had approached them quietly while they were talking and now it had used its trademark move, the pre-finisher jab. Grace slumped over with pain in her stomach. The hunter was about to eat her, when Barry pointed his colt python at it and blasted in on the mouth, tearing the creature's large head apart.
Grace coughed, catching her breath, she said, "Thanks."
"Come on, let's get past this corridor before any more of them attack us," Barry said and the two proceeded into the next hall. As the walked, Barry noticed a slight tremor. He heard the loud footsteps somewhere very close. As the door opened, Barry gazed upon what was obviously a Tyrant. Barry raised his Magnum, knowing that even this extremely powerful gun was not enough to take out a Tyrant.
"Umbrella," the Tyrant roared as it gazed upon Grace. It headed toward her, Barry unloaded a chamber into it, while screaming, "Get the hell out of here!"
Grace looked down and seemingly crawled into an open vent, after that, she was gone. Barry decided not to waste anymore time and ran back towards the elevator to basement two, not bothering to look back.
The minute they landed, the G.R.U.N.T. team's mission went to hell. They were attacked by the victims of the cannibal disease. Two of Kell's men were killed instantly and one injured. By the time, the victims were put down, it was only Kell, Jacobs and Phillips left. James Brundel, another one of the members was badly injured, but Kell made sure t camouflage him in some bushes, with promises of return. The three Umbrella soldiers infiltrated the house and instantly found the secret passage inside the fake refrigerator. It was a lot quieter after that. However, the evidence of tampering was obvious. The entrance to the lab was not locked like stated in the briefing, and Kell did not need to hack the system to enter. That was not a bad thing though. Kell walked the halls of basement two, Jacobs and Phillips followed. As Kell met a T-junction and a door in the middle of it, the door opened. Three people came out, two of them were the terrorists that had raided this lab and they were holding a hostage. Kell raised his MP5, his men did the same.
"Hold it! Don't fuckin' move!" Kell yelled at the two members disguised as S.T.A.R.S. "Get the hell away from her!"
"What's going on?" the Umbrella worker pleaded.
"They are terrorists disguised as S.T.A.R.S. We have been sent in to exterminate the threat," Kell said, looking at the terrorists' faces, both looking at him with smug sarcasm, "What? Any comments from the peanut gallery?"
"Well, maybe," said the boyish female, "What makes you think we're terrorists?"
"You were holding a hostage!" Kell said loudly.
"We saved her damn life!" the female argued.
"Yeah?" Kell said angrily, "What about the virus that spread because of you people?"
"The virus was created and researched by Umbrella!" The persistent bitch said.
"Umbrella was searching for a cure! That's the only reason the virus was in this lab!" Kell argued.
"You are so gullible! I can't believe that you believe them!" she said, Kell was getting sick of her attitude.
"Don't get smart with me, miss! We can kill both of you right now." Kell responded.
"Gwen," the male terrorist said, "Tell them."
The female Umbrella worker spoke up, "It's true," she said.
"Brainwashed," Kell said, "It was to be expected. I don't know what kinds of tricks you used on her, but they won't work on us."
Now, the male looked at Kell and let out a sigh of laughter, "I can't believe you bought that shit! We're only here to destroy the lab to prevent contamination."
"Good excuse," said Kell, "But we are going to be taking over from here on. We are to find the survivors and to kill the terrorists. But, if you help us find more survivors, I just might let you live. You might be lucky enough to spend the rest of your useless days in prison." Kell and his team led the S.T.A.R.S. members to what according to the map was the elevator to basement three. As they descended, Kell saw another terrorist running for the elevator, stopping at the sight of the Umbrella operatives.
"Hold it," Kell said, "Don't move, you're coming with us!"
"There's no time, we got to go up!" the middle aged man said.
"And why is that?" Kell asked skeptically.
"The tyrant is after me! It's going to kill us all!" the man said.
"What's a–," Kell was interrupted by massive footsteps at the end of the corridor, "Shit."
"Come on!" the middle aged man said as the six of them went back up the stairs in the elevator.
"What the hell is that?" Kell asked Barry.
"It was a tyrant! Umbrella's biggest project," the man said, still trying to pin the fault on Umbrella.
"Don't give me that bullshit!" Kell said, "Whatever it was, I know you released it!"
"What are you–," Barry said, but was interrupted by Jerrika.
"Forget it," she said. "These guys are naive and gullible. They think we're terrorists."
The elevator stopped and the door opened up to basement two. Kell had led the three terrorist prisoners to look for another way down. They now faced a catwalk with broken glass, giving access to the bottom floor.
"Alright," Kell said, "The terrorists will descend first, then us, then Gwen."
Kell, not caring about the terrorists, pushed them down the catwalk, the three fell on their feet, stumbling and falling over.
"Keep your guns on them," Kell said, "I'll go down first."