Chapter 10: The Russian
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The thing that snuck up on Barry Burton looked a lot like one of those man-fly things that he had dealt with in the mansion, only it was larger with more bulk to it. It was also not as quick as the creatures from the mansion, but it could still spew out acid at Barry. Barry was only barely able to dodge the spew of acid that was aimed at him and then he managed to shoot the thing in the face with his shotgun. The shells hit the creature in the face causing it to jerk back a bit before looking back at Barry with most of its horrid jaw gone from the blast. With a cry, Barry continued to pump shell after shell into the creature, each shot knocking it back a bit until it fell on its back while the shells ripped through its body. The only thing left of the creature was a gory blood splatter and random bloody chunks of the creature.
"Dear god, what the hell is that thing," said Barry in disgust as he tried to force down the bile in his throat that threatened to expose itself. "I wonder where the others are?"
Chris made sure that he was constantly behind Colt as he brought his gun out to cover the ex-S.T.A.R.S. member who was beginning to get more suspicious every time Chris looked at him. The FAMAS was almost always put in a neutral position and he seemed to know which way to turn, as if he were leading them to a trap of some sort. Jill was right behind Chris, though her gun was running low on bullets. Bringing up the rear was Leon and Claire, both of them were armed with limited ammo. Things would have to succeed on the trust of Colt leading them to the lab.
"Wait up, I think there is a suspicious smell in the air," said Colt as he stopped a bit and then turned down a hall where a large hulking foe was waiting for them.
It looked like another variation of a Tyrant with long sharp claws on one hand that seemed to be drooping a bit and somewhat stretchable with a grey coloring to it. Very similar to a bandersnatch, it had the ability to throw its claws out like an elastic arm, and nearly impaled Colt if he hadn't moved to the side at the right time. Not needing nor wanting a moment to think, Chris raised his assault rifle and started to fire on the creature that walked towards them. Again the claw shot out towards the wall behind the group and it then proceeded to pull itself towards the group with one arm, forcing them to drop down to avoid being hit by it. Claire was the closest to it so she started to fire right into its head before it lashed out with its clawed arm, the normal size arm dangling limply as there were not muscles to lift it.
"Claire, get down," ordered Leon as he raised his shotgun and when Claire had done what he said Leon fired the gun into its shoulder. Blood exploded from the arm as Leon fired at it until the creature seemed to be devoid of pain as it staled towards Leon.
Rebecca had already started to fire at the creatures shoulder, adding onto the damage with her submachine gun and was supported by gun fire from Chris and Jill. The attack proved too much and the arm was blown off at the shoulder, leaving the creature to howl in pain as it fell back and died with the loss off many of its organs that were contained within the arm. There was just something about the sight of the dead creature struggling to hold on to life while its organs slid out of its shoulder and onto the cold, hard, bloody ground. When it was all over, Chris turned around to look over the group and noticed there was one missing person.
"Where the hell did Colt go," asked Chris as he looked around and saw a pair of bloody footprints that were on the floor leading to one of the doors. "That son of a bitch, you guys go on, I'm going after him!"
"No wait, I'm coming along as well," said Jill as she followed him, leaving the other three to continue on through the other door that looked like it led to the main labs.
"I guess we should go on then," said Leon as he started to walk off through the door and found himself staring at a group of crimson heads that were fighting over what remained of an unfortunate Umbrella guard. "Why do I always get these guys?"
A crimson head turned to look at them and then with a noise that was between a hiss and a growl, charged at Leon who raised his shotgun just in time to blast its head off. The rest followed and started to storm towards Leon who was firing away at them until the chamber clicked empty, he had forgotten to reload after fighting the creature. Luckily, Claire was able to take carefully aimed shots at vulnerable spots on their heads, effectively taking out a few while Rebecca too out the rest with a quick blast of the submachine gun. Leon cursed as he started to load the shotgun again with an embarrassing feeling in the pit of his stomach as he realized he had just made one of the biggest mistakes one could make in that situation.
"Well then I guess we better hope we find ourselves some more ammo or else will be having to go up against Crimson Heads with our knives," joked Claire awkwardly as she immediately realized that the joke was lost in the situation.
Leon silently walked on with his shotgun slung on his shoulder, the silence helping him reflect on the mistakes that he had made just recently with his shotgun. A hand touched his shoulder that he realized belonged to Claire, but for a brief second, he thought it was Ada come back into his life. Rebecca was already starting to move forward, her young looks were offset by the weaponry she held and the military manner at which she had when she peered around the corner. Leon was the oldest one of the group, now being 23, and felt it was his duty to keep the younger women safe from harm, the one thing he had failed to do with Ada.
"Come on we better see what we can find before the person who pushes the self-destruct gets trigger happy," said Leon, stepping onto a platform lift that would help him get to the higher levels. It seemed to be more of a way lay area suspended over an underground water source and luckily had a few combat vests. "Well then, let's search around to see if you can find any ammunition that we can use or spare weapons."
"Here I think I found some ammunition for your shotgun," said Rebecca as she picked up a box of shotgun shells, counting 24 shells total. There were also a few clips for Claire's empty handgun and one rare clip of .45 caliber ammo.
"It must have been Christmas and no one told me," said Claire with a grin as she picked up the handgun clips.
"I found a map," said Rebecca as she picked off one of the papers on a table and brought it over to the other two, her hands spreading the map out. "There seems to be a lab connected through those doors that could lead us to the main computer of this entire facility so we can gain access to the information we need."
"Alright then, what about the area that Chris and Jill followed Colt to," asked Leon as his finger traced over the map as his eyes followed and found that it was the main science facility. "I hope they're careful, that's where probably a lot of the guards are."
Chris leaned against the wall while he peered around the corner to see any sight of Colt, but saw only a large man in a dark blue suit and a short black hair that he could tell was a military cut. From his cheek bone structure, Chris could tell that the man had some Russian descent and the scar over his eye inferred that the man was no stranger to combat. The man barked at a cowering scientist who looked like he was about to shit himself, the very same scientist that Chris wanted to beat the shit out of before leaving him to be killed by one of the many creations that he had made, a fitting death for such a cold hearted man.
"You fool, now the virus has spread into the safety area and we are no closer to finding the good doctor than before you sent out the teams," raged the Russian, his face giving a since that he might just grab the small scientist and bite his head off.
"The problem was the interference from the other groups and this man," said the frightened Buchanan, but the Russian would not hear it.
"You have two hours to get this situation under control before you are used for live bait," said the Russian before motioning to four of the guards, all armed with assault rifles. "You four are coming with me to deal with these intruders and show these paper pushers how work should be done!"
As soon as the guards started walking their way, Chris pressed himself into the wall and used and arm to push Jill to it as well, not noticing where his head pushed. When they had passed, Chris looked out, hoping that Buchanan had stayed behind, but unfortunately the coward had already ran off to avoid being hurt by Adamsk's anger. He sighed a bit as he realized that he only had one full clip and though he still had three full clips of handgun ammo, the thought of going against heavily armed soldiers and B.O.W.s with only a handgun was not a pleasant thought. Jill was still armed with only her handgun and was running low on ammo.
"Okay then, we're going to have to play it really careful now," said Chris as he looked out and then started to walk down the hall. "If they haven't found Colt then we must have overshot him or he's slipped past them as well, either way we're still in a bad situation."
"Even worse than you think Mr. Redfield," said a voice from behind them and Chris turned to see Colt standing there with his gun pointed at them. "I'm not interested in killing you and I think we could help each other, so for right now we have to learn to trust each other. Now you can attack me as soon as I put my gun up but I am a fast man and I'm not sure you want to risk that."
"For now I'm going to trust you, but once we get out of here, you better watch your back," warned Chris.
"Okay then, but I'd advise you to do the same since I don't like threats," warned Colt in an equally threatening voice. "First we need to find Buchanan, he will know where we can find whatever viruses this facility has. Then I guess you sent the others off somewhere into the direction of the main computer, you can get a lot of information off of that computer."
"Who says we're letting you get any of the information that they get off of there," snapped Chris.
"Don't be a fool, Redfield, it would be better to let me have what I want for now or else I'll take it some other way and you can be certain that you will not find it in your best interest to try and get in my way."
"Leon, I think I found something," called Rebecca as she started to pull something out of a pile of blood and gore that was once the body of a person. "It looks like a keycard that we can use for the computer."
"Good hunting Rebecca," said Leon as he received the key card from her and then started to wipe it off with a piece of torn cloth. "Claire, have you found anything?"
"Not yet," was the reply as the younger Redfield looked through the piles of the dead with little luck at finding anything useful making her grizzly task meaningless. Leon had told them to help him look for anything on the guards like spare ammo or useful items.
There was a wet sound, like something climbing out of water, accompanied by the crash of glass immediately afterward and before either of the three could go after the noise, a Tyrant walked into the hallway. This was one looked like an older model at first, with the long clawed right arm and exposed heart, but then it seemed to change right in front of them. Plating started to cover up the exposed heart and its claws stretched out into separate digits. The creature let out a growl as it started to charge toward the three of them, all three of them shooting at it while it transformed with a parasite looking thing starting to grow on its back. The skin changed color as well while a tentacle like appendage seemed to sprout out of it. It soon became a more familiar form as it became a creature that was greatly similar in appearance to the special Tyrant Jill had faced called Nemesis.
"Kill intruders," said the creature as it started to stalk towards Claire, who had happened to back into a corner.