Disclaimer: Silver Scythe and Silver Scorpion are mine, and Resident Evil is property of Capcom in every legal aspect (I hope). So in other words, you can't sue me.
Barton's Daffan Pharmaceuticals Laboratory
Basement Level 4
He logged off the Messenger system, and heard a noise behind him. He casually turned his head. Another damn hunter, he thought as he raised the Desert Eagle with one hand and pumped a shot in each eye and one through a kneecap. The hunter fell to the ground screaming, almost dead, but not quite. He put another bullet through the middle of the skull. It stopped screaming. He got up and walked to the elevator, preparing for the trip up. He loaded a new clip into his Desert Eagle and cocked his shotgun a few times. Then he pressed 'L.' The elevator stopped on B1. He pushed the button again, and the elevator went into darkness.
"How nice for you to join us." a man said into the intercom.
"Moore, when I find you, I'm gonna rip your lungs out." the man in the elevator said.
"Well, I don't think so, but you will have something trying to rip your lungs out, have no qualms about the matter." Moore replied, and started laughing maniacally.
"Ever the stereotypical villain, eh Moore?" the man said.
"Ever the hero who wants to save the world for no good reason, eh Scythe?"
"Why do you want to destroy it?"
"My minions couldn't do that."
"You're wrong. I'll see you some other time." the man said, and he released a smoke bomb. The ensuing confusion with the security camera let the man leap through the top of the elevator with ease. When the smoke cleared, he was gone. Moore turned to the creature behind him.
"We'll take care of him later. Right now, I suggest you worry about that disk." Moore said, and the creature nodded in agreement.