Chapter 7
About the time that Trent was entering the elevator; Charles Lindon was stealing a gas mask and readying the T-virus sample to be thrown into the air ducts. He had already knocked out the security guard with a heavy dose of high-grade sedative. He had told all of his friends; those who he felt hated Umbrella as much as he did, to meet him on Basement level -4 at 5 o'clock. He had told them to be inside the trains. He had not, however told them what this was about, for he didn't want any of them to ratting on him, on the odd chance that something like that would happen.
So far so good, he thought as he walked downstairs to where the Tyrant was held. He set the unthaw time to 10 minutes, not the usual five, he wanted to make sure that he was as far away as possible when that baby bust lose. A little out of sequence, he thought as he walked upstairs towards the building seal-off switch, but no matter, Trent wouldn't care, as long as the job got done. Lindon moved the body of the knocked out security guard out of the way just as.
Trent reached the 74th floor; he saw the roof access hatch a full 100 feet across from him. He broke into an all out run towards it. Maintenance workers stopped to look at what was going on as he ran by.
Lindon blew into his hands and cupped them together, as if pondering this great thing he was about to do, said a silent prayer, and smashed the protective box that was over the self-destruct and building seal off buttons. He took a look to the sky and towards the unthaw timer and saw that there was 8 minutes left until the Tyrants unthawed. He pressed the 1- hour detonation timer.
Red sirens blared, and Karl looked up from his desk, he wiped the spittle form his face and finally realized what was happening. "Oh my god" he said out loud, in disbelief. What had just happened, he didn't know, but he saw the president attempting to calm people down. He knew that it wasn't an electrical short though, or whatever the president was trying to say was happening. They had sent a man down to the security center on the basement floor to find out what was going on, but Karl knew what was going and he knew he had to get out. Something had happened in the lab, perhaps the Tyrants had escaped and an insightful scientist had had the sense to pull the detonation timer, good for the world, but not for the people in this building. Where was Trent anyways? He was probably on his way out, like a smart person, he wouldn't believe this propaganda that they were pumping into the building, he would be on his way out, and so should he. He eased towards the door.
Trent was nearly 50 feet away from the hatch, but he knew he had to close the gap in less than 5 seconds or he was dead, the seal-off button was only 2 inches from the detonation switch, it wouldn't take Lindon that long to reach over and press it. He had to run, he had to run, he had to.
.run, thought Lindon, as he watched Trent on the security monitor in front of him. Of course, he would never close the hatch while Trent was still in the building, but seeing such desperation on a Trent, was unusually strange. He saw as Trent closing on 40 feet away from the hatch, he brought his finger close to the button, he wondered if the hatch would close slowly, like in the movies and Trent would have to pull a magnificent dive to get through it at the last second. He wondered if he should press it now and see if Trent could put on another burst of speed to make it through, he wondered why his chest suddenly hurt and what this red stuff pouring from his chest was. He turned around to see the supposedly knocked out guard shooting at him, and he fell. He looked at the monitor and saw Trent was still 30-feet away from the hatch, but he still inadvertently fell upon the button, effectively sealing off the building. His last thoughts were of the ten million dollars sitting in a bank account, a gift from Trent, never to be used, what a pity, and he blacked out.
Trent was no more than 25 feet from the hatch when he saw the metal begin to close. "NO!" he screamed and put on another burst of speed, only to run flat into metal, he was trapped, and that was not good.
Chapter 8
Karl had almost gotten out of the seminar room door, when he heard a sound he had never heard before; even so, he had a good idea of what was happening. He rushed to the window in time to see people milling around below, gazing up at the skyscraper as virtually impenetrable 10-foot titanium slats sealed off every window and door in the building. "Holy Mary mother of god" he said as a swear. Something had seriously gone wrong in the lab below, and he had to find out. This sealing off of the building only heightened his suspicions of a Tyrant outbreak, or perhaps a T-virus spill. No matter, he had to find out what was going on. The president was telling people to return to their offices while they sent people below to find out what was going on. Karl returned to his office, grabbed his .38 special out of the drawer and proceeded to the elevator. He knew all about the effects of the T-virus, and if there were any zombies, he knew how to dispatch them. The .38 was a Ruger snub-nose revolver that could also fire .357 magnum rounds. It held five in the chamber. He was fully loaded, with 5 extra bullets in a speed-loader, just in case. He pressed the call button on the elevator but nothing happened, either it was stuck at a different floor or the elevator would cut-off in case of an emergency seal-off. To his left he heard a soft click, and the emergency stairs opened up. "Ok" he said "I guess I'm walking this". Sixty- seven floors would take a while, he knew, but what he did not know was that in another 7 minutes, the basement floors wouldn't be nearly as inviting.
Trent sat on the floor, resisting the urge to pound on the non-yielding metal at his back. He was screwed, his only other way out was through the T- virus infected lower levels to the trains. That was 78 floors away, through two Tyrants and knows what else may have escaped, or will. For after 15 minutes upon the activation of the self-destruct sequence, the main power to the building is cut-off. Back-up power provides lights in hallways, and keeps the Tyrants under lock and key, but the cutoff opens virtually all locks in the building, including the cages on basement level -2. This allows for easy access between floors on the way out, but with the building sealed off, it only created free reign for whatever terrors lurked in the dark.
Trent sat and thought about his possibilities for another thirty seconds and decided that he was getting nowhere sitting all alone on the floor. In order to survive in the bowels of the building, he had to find a gun. He remembered that there were three main security centers in the building: one in the basement, one on the first floor, and an additional security office on the 50th floor. There were about five Remington pump-action shotguns in each office; he could only hope that there was one left. He ran to the elevator, not fully expecting it to work, and then to the stairs, preparing for the 25 floor run. 5 minutes left.
About the time that Trent was entering the elevator; Charles Lindon was stealing a gas mask and readying the T-virus sample to be thrown into the air ducts. He had already knocked out the security guard with a heavy dose of high-grade sedative. He had told all of his friends; those who he felt hated Umbrella as much as he did, to meet him on Basement level -4 at 5 o'clock. He had told them to be inside the trains. He had not, however told them what this was about, for he didn't want any of them to ratting on him, on the odd chance that something like that would happen.
So far so good, he thought as he walked downstairs to where the Tyrant was held. He set the unthaw time to 10 minutes, not the usual five, he wanted to make sure that he was as far away as possible when that baby bust lose. A little out of sequence, he thought as he walked upstairs towards the building seal-off switch, but no matter, Trent wouldn't care, as long as the job got done. Lindon moved the body of the knocked out security guard out of the way just as.
Trent reached the 74th floor; he saw the roof access hatch a full 100 feet across from him. He broke into an all out run towards it. Maintenance workers stopped to look at what was going on as he ran by.
Lindon blew into his hands and cupped them together, as if pondering this great thing he was about to do, said a silent prayer, and smashed the protective box that was over the self-destruct and building seal off buttons. He took a look to the sky and towards the unthaw timer and saw that there was 8 minutes left until the Tyrants unthawed. He pressed the 1- hour detonation timer.
Red sirens blared, and Karl looked up from his desk, he wiped the spittle form his face and finally realized what was happening. "Oh my god" he said out loud, in disbelief. What had just happened, he didn't know, but he saw the president attempting to calm people down. He knew that it wasn't an electrical short though, or whatever the president was trying to say was happening. They had sent a man down to the security center on the basement floor to find out what was going on, but Karl knew what was going and he knew he had to get out. Something had happened in the lab, perhaps the Tyrants had escaped and an insightful scientist had had the sense to pull the detonation timer, good for the world, but not for the people in this building. Where was Trent anyways? He was probably on his way out, like a smart person, he wouldn't believe this propaganda that they were pumping into the building, he would be on his way out, and so should he. He eased towards the door.
Trent was nearly 50 feet away from the hatch, but he knew he had to close the gap in less than 5 seconds or he was dead, the seal-off button was only 2 inches from the detonation switch, it wouldn't take Lindon that long to reach over and press it. He had to run, he had to run, he had to.
.run, thought Lindon, as he watched Trent on the security monitor in front of him. Of course, he would never close the hatch while Trent was still in the building, but seeing such desperation on a Trent, was unusually strange. He saw as Trent closing on 40 feet away from the hatch, he brought his finger close to the button, he wondered if the hatch would close slowly, like in the movies and Trent would have to pull a magnificent dive to get through it at the last second. He wondered if he should press it now and see if Trent could put on another burst of speed to make it through, he wondered why his chest suddenly hurt and what this red stuff pouring from his chest was. He turned around to see the supposedly knocked out guard shooting at him, and he fell. He looked at the monitor and saw Trent was still 30-feet away from the hatch, but he still inadvertently fell upon the button, effectively sealing off the building. His last thoughts were of the ten million dollars sitting in a bank account, a gift from Trent, never to be used, what a pity, and he blacked out.
Trent was no more than 25 feet from the hatch when he saw the metal begin to close. "NO!" he screamed and put on another burst of speed, only to run flat into metal, he was trapped, and that was not good.
Chapter 8
Karl had almost gotten out of the seminar room door, when he heard a sound he had never heard before; even so, he had a good idea of what was happening. He rushed to the window in time to see people milling around below, gazing up at the skyscraper as virtually impenetrable 10-foot titanium slats sealed off every window and door in the building. "Holy Mary mother of god" he said as a swear. Something had seriously gone wrong in the lab below, and he had to find out. This sealing off of the building only heightened his suspicions of a Tyrant outbreak, or perhaps a T-virus spill. No matter, he had to find out what was going on. The president was telling people to return to their offices while they sent people below to find out what was going on. Karl returned to his office, grabbed his .38 special out of the drawer and proceeded to the elevator. He knew all about the effects of the T-virus, and if there were any zombies, he knew how to dispatch them. The .38 was a Ruger snub-nose revolver that could also fire .357 magnum rounds. It held five in the chamber. He was fully loaded, with 5 extra bullets in a speed-loader, just in case. He pressed the call button on the elevator but nothing happened, either it was stuck at a different floor or the elevator would cut-off in case of an emergency seal-off. To his left he heard a soft click, and the emergency stairs opened up. "Ok" he said "I guess I'm walking this". Sixty- seven floors would take a while, he knew, but what he did not know was that in another 7 minutes, the basement floors wouldn't be nearly as inviting.
Trent sat on the floor, resisting the urge to pound on the non-yielding metal at his back. He was screwed, his only other way out was through the T- virus infected lower levels to the trains. That was 78 floors away, through two Tyrants and knows what else may have escaped, or will. For after 15 minutes upon the activation of the self-destruct sequence, the main power to the building is cut-off. Back-up power provides lights in hallways, and keeps the Tyrants under lock and key, but the cutoff opens virtually all locks in the building, including the cages on basement level -2. This allows for easy access between floors on the way out, but with the building sealed off, it only created free reign for whatever terrors lurked in the dark.
Trent sat and thought about his possibilities for another thirty seconds and decided that he was getting nowhere sitting all alone on the floor. In order to survive in the bowels of the building, he had to find a gun. He remembered that there were three main security centers in the building: one in the basement, one on the first floor, and an additional security office on the 50th floor. There were about five Remington pump-action shotguns in each office; he could only hope that there was one left. He ran to the elevator, not fully expecting it to work, and then to the stairs, preparing for the 25 floor run. 5 minutes left.