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.
Lobby
"GO! GO! GO!" Chris screamed as everyone scrambled out of the elevator, only to find a half-mutated Nemesis stumbling towards them. Everyone fired at least two clips or shells or rockets or whatever they had in their hands at the time into Nemesis and ran again. Chris dived into the half-crumpled van to see if it was working. He shakily put the keys into the ignition and turned it. It worked.
"SHIT YEAH, EVERYBODY! WE GOT OURSELVES A RIDE HOME!!!!" Chris screamed, and everybody else ran in, Rebecca nearly throwing the disk to Leon so he could stick in his laptop to see if it was what he thought it was.
"PUNCH IT!!" Jill yelled as Chris pushed down the accelerator to the max. After a few seconds, Chris looked at the speedometer.
"WE'RE ONLY GOING 25! I NEED BOOST!!!" Chris screamed. Leon entered some commands into the laptop and the fuel exhaust pipes lit up with nitro, and the speedometer lit up to around 85.
"HOW LONG ARE WE GOING TO HAVE BOOST?" Chris screamed over the shrieking din of the nitro.
"AROUND TWO MINUTES!" Leon screamed.
"OKAY, HOLD ON!" Chris yelled, and pushed the accelerator down as hard as he could. The flames coming out of the exhaust pipes grew even brighter as the van roared to an exit.
Basement Level 9
Security Room
Scythe sat down, contemplating what he had done. The celestial body of Earth was saved. Moore was dead. His creator. The man who had taken him from his entry-level job at Umbrella and performed countless operations in order to find the perfect opponent for his little freak, Silver Scorpion. He'd broken out and went home, expecting Umbrella to capture him before he was a mile away from the facility.
But they hadn't.
He'd gone back to his wife and children, but she would not have anything to do with him.
"You've been gone for half a year with some whore, and I'm supposed to just get and my knees and beg you to come back?" She'd screamed incredulously.
"Who told you-" But he never got to finish, for she slammed the front door right in his face. He'd been under a drug-induced stupor for half a year, who had told them he'd-Umbrella. He'd gone back in a rage to take care of Moore, but he still sometimes went into a drug-induced stupor, and Scorpion had nearly killed him with so many lacerations. Another year later, the surgeries were finally finished, and Scythe promptly escaped again. This time Scythe was smarter in his escape plan, and had almost all the abilities of Scorpion, so Moore was fairly pissed off for a few months until he completed Scorpion as well.
No need to worry about that now. You've given them the disk, and Umbrella's days are numbered. They messed with me, so I messed with them.
He thought of his wife and children.
Lauren, God I've missed you. Her beautiful, shiny black hair and petite little body. Jack, my little boy, I only got to see your first game of Little League before they took me away. Kristen, your first dance recital, never got to...
He stopped thinking about his married past; it was too painful now, too painful to contemplate the 'if only's'.
He thought of his childhood, the nights of running up to doors and pressing the doorbell before jumping in the bushes and hiding. He thought of his high-school graduation, and how his buddies and he glued contraceptives to the principal's car. He'd almost gotten suspended for that.
He tried to remember his name.
He couldn't.
My name is-my name is- his eyes closed in concentration. My name is-my name is- his eyes opened-he couldn't remember.
The eulogy completed, he stood up and looked down at the remote. He drooped his head, and let go of the remote, which started one long beep.
"My work is done."