Hunk glared at the woman, her posture was flawless, and the M92F pistol was clean. The barrel was an inch longer for that extra bit of accuracy and range. She's a good soldier meaning one that will be a problem.
"Answer me."
Hunk remained silent. He was prepared for something like this. Before he raised his hands, he tugged on a wire which he customized into his uniform. It went from his belt to his gloves, on the other end it was for a gas grenade. Not one that seeps but explodes. The pin was tugged off.
BAM.
Smoke clouded the room. A flash of light snapped. The woman took a step back in the darkness. Hunk lowered his body for possible sporadic fire. When nothing happened Hunk, pulled out his knife as the smoke began to subside. He tossed the knife into his left as it tacked off the metal, a boot shifted. He ducked in as the woman's arm was barely visible. He used his right fist to punch the woman's bicep to sway the pistol. She tried to keep her grip on the pistol, but Hunk brought his right fist again. She dropped the pistol, and Hunk left punched her sternum. She stumbled backward to a wall. Then Hunk brought his left arm close and shoved his left arm to her neck. As the woman's eyes adjusted, Hunk's M9 was set centimeters away from her forehead.
"A bullet travels in a fraction of a second. Do not test me." Hunk declared.
The woman groaned. Embers of duty were in her eyes. There must be no contact with the BSAA. Hunk's finger pressed against the trigger. Duty and humanity are part of the same thing, you can't just have the duty. Hunk's mind rang as he eased his finger.
"Who are you?" Hunk kept his tone sharp.
The woman tugged her neck.
"Who else is here with you?"
The woman clicked her tongue. The ground began to shake, and so then it was shifting the room as well. The jammed metal door was reeling from the amount of force building up. His helmet can protect against bullets, but vibration pierces the most defenses. Not much time, so Hunk pulled his pistol away for a second and head-butted the woman's forehead. He holstered the gun and grabbed the shoulders of the woman and stepped back then shoved her to the other end of the room. He ducked down and rolled forward. When he landed the door snapped then stabbed the metal wall. The entrance to the room was gone.
Hunk looked at the exit, and the metal walls shifted on the opposite end of the jammed door. The woman rolled over to reach for her M92F, Hunk whirled his legs, and he was a tad farther than she was. He shifted his upper body and moved forward to his feet. Hunk walked to the pistol and kicked it from the woman's reach.
"Must we continue?" Hunk did an indifferent shrug with his right arm.
The woman sighed then rolled to her back. "You'll just have to kill me."
"It will not be that simple in your case. Now talk, or I'll have to be creative." Hunk took a step back so the woman can't trip him. When he was out of her range, he picked up her pistol. He placed it into a spare pocket of his vest.
"Fuck you."
"How original." Hunk stated as the doorway opened up then two more zombies appeared. The same he became acquainted with from the elevator from hell. Hunk's training activated while he snapped his TMP. Single shots only, fully auto is now only when it is indispensable. The first one was killed immediately as the second one charged him. The bullets did have an effect, but it didn't stop. Hunk's finger pulled the trigger enough to be confused for full auto. The zombie reached him as he was tackled to a metal wall. As that happened, the zombie's tongue was exposed Hunk was to the wall the tongue reeled back and slammed into his gas mask. He dropped the TMP, so he reached for his M9 holstered. His vision was blurred.
At that moment, the woman stabbed the zombie's tongue and sawed her blade through. As that happened, Hunk's vision came back and quickly drew his M9. He discharged it directly into the head then shoved it off. The woman stepped back while Hunk finished the job with a double tap. He raised his boot for a stomp, but he retained his composure.
"I need to start carrying a bigger caliber." He turned to the woman in a battle stance with her combat knife. "Don't bother." Hunk said as he took hold of her pistol and lightly tossed it to her. Dumbfounded the woman blinked then aimed at him.
"This will when one of us dead, while the other is injured." Hunk had his pistol in front of his stomach as it was aimed at the woman. "You didn't need to talk. This area of the lab works in sections that constantly rearrange itself as a security measure. You're BSAA, and I don't give a shit what you think of me. I can do this on my own but having a truce will increase our survival significantly. Before you state of obvious, I am a man of my word. When I make a deal, I see it to the end."
After two seconds the woman dropped her aim. "Fine, but this will mean nothing."
"What is your name?" Hunk's vision still focused on the exit.
"Sheva, what about you?"
Hunk didn't answer her by instead of walking through the door and aimed down the halls. The woman kept the same conviction and followed.
Jessica and Ashley, on the other end
Well, that just happened. Ashley panted for that Jessica took point and minutes in the hall was ready to split them. Ashley sprinted to Jessica before the walls shifted. Now they're in a room that is completely isolated with no doors. The sound of loud shifting hasn't stopped. The duo held their breath as a new doorway was exposed. Jessica took cover at the door, and Ashley positioned herself behind her.
Tapping Jessica's back the two stormed the room. The room was empty then lit up with bright light. Jessica lowered the cruiser. Ashley noticed the room had a terminal with three monitors above it. The room also had a steel door sealed shut. She walked to it and pressed the space key. It was still intact as it lit up as the terminal was password protected.
"Damn!" Ashley slammed her left fist to the counter. A second passed. "Owowow, that was stupid." Ashley was dancing around holding her left hand. While that happened, the monitors powered up.
"It happens to the best of us." Jessica leaned to a wall she firmly strapped her weapons to her lower back. She walked beside Ashley. "What is that?"
The age of the monitors presented a hazy image of a lit room and a figure on the ground.
"No idea, more of those zombies?"
"No way of knowing for sure. It isn't shambling in the room there could be a person in there." Jessica clicked the chamber of her Blacktail. Ashley discovered a sealed button beside the terminal.
"Are you sure about this?" Ashley prepped her SIG 556.
Jessica nodded as she aimed at the door. Ashley pressed the button as the door shook the room as it lifted upward to reveal the room.
Ashley kept a grip on her SIG as it drooped to the floor. "Oh, you've got to be kidding me."
"Hello, it is nice to see new faces." A friendly tone stated as it returned to standing up.
Jessica readied her Blacktail. "Are you Albert Wesker?"
