Gaiden: Resident Evil SIV
Chapter Ten: UCDB#7
In the short amount of time that Leon spent inside of the USS team's impromptu safe house on the lowest third Class deck, he had learned that Umbrella was definitely transporting illegal cargo and specimens onboard the Starlight… along with a little girl named Lucia, for some reason. This girl, some processed B.O.W. samples, and a container holding something known only as the R Series were their highest priorities, but Cora wasn't going into details, and it was hard to ask questions, since it was unlikely that most UBCS mercs would care about such things, and he couldn't afford to blow his cover again.
However, with the presence of a creature like Tobias Liquid, whom none of the team members seemed aware of, a new priority was set; track down and quietly eliminate the yellow eyed creature before he could cause them any more problems. The Agent was fine with this, since Tobias had seemed like a normal human, before nearly killing him during their altercation, leading Captain Cora to use her special laptop computer: The UCDB#7. It was simpler to call up the data then Leon expected; she just put in the number that had been seen on his tattoo, and the text file appeared.
"That's him, all right." Cora said as an image appeared of Tobias in some kind of prison uniform, sitting down on a chair. "Let's see what the company has to say for themselves."
BIO-ORGANIC WEAPONS DEVELOPMENT BUREAU
WHITE UMBRELLA DIVISION/UMBRELLA CORPORATION
File# T-3224/Subject P-001 a.k.a. Liquid, Tobias A.
Subject P-001 is the result of a police officer being exposed to massive amounts of highly concentrated P-Epsilon Anti-BOW Gas created by the late Dr. Linda Lo of our Raccoon City Branch, during a supposedly unauthorized investigation of the area surrounding our Arklay Mountains facilities in the spring of 1998. See file designated OPERATION ARKLAY, submitted by Chief Brian Irons of the RPD.
As observed in the field by Dr. Lo herself during the '98 T-Virus outbreak in Raccoon City, P-001 possesses not only a complete immunity to all known viral strands, but has the ability to absorb infected cells, which are then stored within his body for later use as what has been described as 'superhuman abilities'. However, these abilities are only temporary, with both potency and duration depending on how much of the virus in question has been absorbed.
This absorption can come from direct viral exposure, as well as what can only be described as 'feeding' off of infected specimens. This makes him an ideal countermeasure against future BOW escapes, since he can gather the strength to terminate the subject, and can then be easily recaptured once his 'power' runs out. See full report codenamed NECROPOLIS, submitted by Dr. Lo shortly before her unfortunate termination.
WARNING: P-001 is highly contagious through bodily fluid contact, and any personnel or specimens, no matter how valuable to the company, must be destroyed within thirty-five seconds after coming into contact with his blood or saliva. Failure to do so will result in high casualties.
P-001 is currently contained within the Sheena Island sub-surface facility, under the belief that Prisoner# 833225, Walker, Elza P., who was captured with him during the outbreak, will remain unharmed at the Rockfort Island facility as long as he cooperates. He must never find out that Walker was terminated during a vivisection procedure less than a month after his capture, and it is recommended that his combat efficiency be tested against subject C-008.
"Well, looks like containment failed on that one." Tiny said, coming over to look at the screen. "And what the hell's a vivisection?"
"It's a scientific study performed on live animals." Katelyn answered, having finally finished Curtis's leg. "Basically an autopsy performed while the animal is alive."
A knot formed in Leon's stomach as he thought about how horrific it must have been for an animal to go through something like that, and… and these sick Umbrella bastards did it to one of Tobias's friends?! It was suddenly feeling a lot more difficult to work with this USS team, regardless of the threat of the yellow eyed creature, since none of them seemed bothered that a woman was basically dissected alive… but this was no time for personal feelings… he had to stay focused… which was no longer a problem after seeing what came up when Cora typed in C-008.
"That's her! That's Gillette!" The Agent exclaimed, looking at a picture of the brunette wearing the same prison uniform as Tobias, but smiling sweetly and holding up a peace sign with her fingers. "That's Tobias's wife, she's here, too!"
BIO-ORGANIC WEAPONS DEVELOPMENT BUREAU
WHITE UMBRELLA DIVISION/UMBRELLA CORPORATION
File# T-3129/Subject C-008 a.k.a. Gillette
Subject C-008 is the eighth trial in a series that marks further improvements on the A and B Tyrant Class Infiltration BOW's, which are designed to be deployed into a combat zone and defeat the enemy without aggression. Whereas the A series was modeled as a wounded friendly soldier seeking shelter with his countrymen, and the B series was a frightened old woman who needed to be looked after, the C series is modeled as a beautiful woman in her 20's, seeking a man who could protect her from the horrors of the war in question.
Once taken in by the enemy, C-008 releases viral-infected airborne spores from every sweat gland in her body, with the so far tested ability to infect everyone within fifty meters before fatigue sets in. Unlike the A series, which caused instant 'zombification' upon infection, and the B series, which caused madness and death, the C series' spores first affect the judgement centers of the brain, causing dizziness, nausea, and confusion, as well as complete obedience similar to high doses of Desomorphine.
This almost hypnotic state lasts between one to three hours, before the subject degrades into a violent cannibal similar to the T-Virus infected, and there is no known way to reverse this process. Perhaps with continued research, such a 'cure' will be ready in time for the still experimental D Series, or even the E Series, which is still on the drawing board. C-008 is currently contained in the Sheena Island sub-surface facility, and has developed a fondness for Subject P-001 after discovering that her spores did not affect him.
WARNING: If containment on C-008 is lost, do not attempt to engage. Call in for reinforcements, and the appropriate action will be executed.
"Appropriate action? Oh, that's rich." Curtis laughed, grunting a little as he walked on his hurt leg. "That's fancy executive talk for blowing up this whole ship and us with it, if they find out she's here."
"The company isn't going to find out anything." Cora replied sharply, closing the laptop and placing it back in its hiding place. "All right, that creature is no doubt going to tell the girl about us, so what we need is a plan… and manpower. Leon, please tell me that the company didn't send you here alone."
The debate inside the Agent's head of whether or not to reveal Amanda's presence to the USS team lasted only a second in real time, but to him it felt like an endless debate of the ups and downs, especially if his reluctant partner wasn't willing to cooperate once she found out what was happening. Shit, the blonde woman still had no idea about Tobias or Gillette, but the creature was wounded, so maybe he could get back to her in time if he left right now.
"I'll go and get reinforcements!" He said overexcitedly as fear and concern set in. "I'll be right back!"
"Leon, wait!" Cora called as he ran through the door into the hallway. "Hey, don't go alone! God damn UBCS idiot!"
But the red haired woman's words were lost as he ran from the cabin, and headed back toward the nearest stairwell. It was at the front of the ship, meaning that once the Agent reached the top, he would still have to cross all of the common areas in order to reach the First Class cabins, but… but it was better than trying to take the more direct route down below since Tobias might still be down there. And what about Lucia? What was that poor girl even doing there?
All of these questions burned through his mind like a hot poker; gotta warn Amanda, gotta find Lucia, gotta help the USS fight off Tobias, gotta avoid Gillette at all costs… damn it, what had started out as such a simple recon mission was now snowballing into the world's largest cluster-fuck. Okay, Leon, calm down, he thought to himself as he ran up the stairs, you were just as scared and frustrated in Raccoon City, but you got through that, didn't you?
The thoughts about the successful escape from Raccoon City had a slightly calming effect, making him breathe a little easier, which was good because running up the stairs was leaving him almost completely out of breath. Passing up through Third Class, and then seeing sunlight for the first time in what felt like forever as he passed through Second Class, the Agent finally reached the top of the stairs, and exited out into a scene that almost made him forget all about the horrors involved in his mission.
On the sunlit open-air surface of the ocean liner Starlight, there were hundreds of people who looked like they were having the time of their lives. Some people were swimming in the pool, while others, mostly women, were working on their tans in white chairs around it, and that was only in the area around him. Everywhere, walking into and back out of all everything the ship had to offer, were happy newlywed couples, all dressed up like something out of The Love Boat… completely oblivious to the danger they were in.
"Gotta warn Amanda." He whispered to himself, feeling like a fish swimming upstream as he made his way across the deck. "Gotta warn Amanda, and then report to HQ. Yeah, simple enough… you can do that."
Paranoia was starting to itch the back of his head as well; worrying that every man he saw in a red flowered shirt was Tobias, and that every beautiful brunette that walked past him could have been Gillette, but so far none of them were. A few passengers yelled at him when he walked right across their game of Shuffleboard, and if Leon hadn't looked forward again at the last minute, he might have walked right into a few musicians who were playing the drums on the terrace for live entertainment before the big shows started that night.
It felt like it took an hour, but finally the Agent made it back to the First Class section, leaning against the wall to catch his breath while waiting for the elevator to come down, since his cabin was at the very top, and he was about done with stairs for a while. With a soft ding the doors opened a few seconds later, and Leon sighed with relief when they closed again once he was inside. Now all he had to do was walk about fifty feet to the cabin once it reached the top, and then HQ could decide what was his best course of action.