((Sorry about the filler material. No, really. Okay, you got me, I'm not.
Back to the nitty gritty.))
Of course he expected the entrance to be trapped, and delicately poked around the most obvious places. His senses proved correct once again, they had expected him, and set out a few things to greet him. Mainly trip wires- quite harmless in of themselves, significantly more treacherous when set to trigger explosions stuffed full of shrapnel. And, not a surprise, the latter happened to be what he was up against. They were rigged horizontally only, apparently the team didn't have enough time to set up a whole grid.
The things were low to the ground, hard to detect, tied into crevices and the like. Somebody quite adept must've been on the job. Wesker took note of how very difficult it must've been to set the four or five wires up, let alone arm the triggering device they were attached to. The explosives themselves, he guessed, were probably at the top of the cave where it was almost perpetually shadowed. Metallic shards raining down on one's skull was easily enough to dispose of any careless enough to be caught in such a childish booby trap.
A few well-placed steps and that element of his break-and-enter mission was complete, he was now within the cave. No signs of life or much else being there, no footsteps, nothing of the sort. His dull boots silently trudged along, softly crushing the debris below him with a slight 'crunch' sort of sound. No worry, he doubted any of the team had been left behind to deal with him. They were, after all, just that- a team. Moved together, hunted together, and left together if all went well. A lone operative however, had the advantage of not being slowed by anything. Much easier to look after one person than five to ten, or at least Wesker's logic seemed to arrive at that conclusion.
Either way, a short walk down this near-black natural corridor proved useful at long last when he found exactly what he had sought. An elevator, quite a large one in fact. No doubt leading to the bowels of the land, where Umbrella carried out their experiments of questionable ethics. It looked like it was meant to carry quite a heavy load, a sturdy alloy platform that could probably fit a truck onto it. A console that went up to Wesker's waist seemed to control its functions, which were rather simple. Up, down, stop, go. He was about to step onto the platform when the obvious hit him like a brick. It had to be rigged. The same team responsible for his unpleasant discovery at the entrance had no doubt worked their magic here, too. His mind quickly established that there must be an alternate way down- a ladder, most likely. Too deep for stairs.
Without delay his calculated gaze swept across the miniature stalagmites and stalactites poking out of the cavern's floor and roof respectively, specifically about the area next to the elevator. Nothing to the left. To the right there was an array of rocks, more natural stone formations, and- ah, there it was. A steadfast red ladder, bound to the cavern's left wall quite well. It seemed to feed down into a perfectly square vertical tunnel carved out of stone, no doubt there long before the elevator ever was. Checking this for similar traps and finding none, Wesker allowed a brief smirk to play across his features before returning to the glacial wall of indifference his face typically sported. Down the ladder he went, plunging into what would no doubt be a place filled with disease, infectites, and all manners of Umbrella's horrid creations. He sighed to himself. Anything for power.
((Ha ha, I lied. More filler material.))
Back to the nitty gritty.))
Of course he expected the entrance to be trapped, and delicately poked around the most obvious places. His senses proved correct once again, they had expected him, and set out a few things to greet him. Mainly trip wires- quite harmless in of themselves, significantly more treacherous when set to trigger explosions stuffed full of shrapnel. And, not a surprise, the latter happened to be what he was up against. They were rigged horizontally only, apparently the team didn't have enough time to set up a whole grid.
The things were low to the ground, hard to detect, tied into crevices and the like. Somebody quite adept must've been on the job. Wesker took note of how very difficult it must've been to set the four or five wires up, let alone arm the triggering device they were attached to. The explosives themselves, he guessed, were probably at the top of the cave where it was almost perpetually shadowed. Metallic shards raining down on one's skull was easily enough to dispose of any careless enough to be caught in such a childish booby trap.
A few well-placed steps and that element of his break-and-enter mission was complete, he was now within the cave. No signs of life or much else being there, no footsteps, nothing of the sort. His dull boots silently trudged along, softly crushing the debris below him with a slight 'crunch' sort of sound. No worry, he doubted any of the team had been left behind to deal with him. They were, after all, just that- a team. Moved together, hunted together, and left together if all went well. A lone operative however, had the advantage of not being slowed by anything. Much easier to look after one person than five to ten, or at least Wesker's logic seemed to arrive at that conclusion.
Either way, a short walk down this near-black natural corridor proved useful at long last when he found exactly what he had sought. An elevator, quite a large one in fact. No doubt leading to the bowels of the land, where Umbrella carried out their experiments of questionable ethics. It looked like it was meant to carry quite a heavy load, a sturdy alloy platform that could probably fit a truck onto it. A console that went up to Wesker's waist seemed to control its functions, which were rather simple. Up, down, stop, go. He was about to step onto the platform when the obvious hit him like a brick. It had to be rigged. The same team responsible for his unpleasant discovery at the entrance had no doubt worked their magic here, too. His mind quickly established that there must be an alternate way down- a ladder, most likely. Too deep for stairs.
Without delay his calculated gaze swept across the miniature stalagmites and stalactites poking out of the cavern's floor and roof respectively, specifically about the area next to the elevator. Nothing to the left. To the right there was an array of rocks, more natural stone formations, and- ah, there it was. A steadfast red ladder, bound to the cavern's left wall quite well. It seemed to feed down into a perfectly square vertical tunnel carved out of stone, no doubt there long before the elevator ever was. Checking this for similar traps and finding none, Wesker allowed a brief smirk to play across his features before returning to the glacial wall of indifference his face typically sported. Down the ladder he went, plunging into what would no doubt be a place filled with disease, infectites, and all manners of Umbrella's horrid creations. He sighed to himself. Anything for power.
((Ha ha, I lied. More filler material.))
