It had been three hours since Chris had revealed the true meaning of this
mission to Carlos. Carlos still couldn't get over the fact that his own
group wouldn't tell him something like this. Didn't they trust him? What
about Jill? After the amount of times he'd saved her life in Racoon City,
he was sure she'd have a little faith in him. Maybe they never would. Ever
since joining the group, he felt like the outsider. All the others were
former STARS or RPD, but Carlos Oliveira was the guy who once worked for
Umbrella. He'd hear them all swap stories, joke and laugh about things that
had happened in the past and mourn their lost team mates. Carlos couldn't
do any of these things. It sounded childish in his head, but he wanted to
part of that circle so badly. He wanted to laugh with the rest of them, but
he knew he never would. He was a lone wolf. He hunted alone.
"..Carlos." a voice broke Carlos' train of thought.
"Uh... yeah, what is it?" he replied as if he'd just awoken from a deep sleep.
"We're almost there. The Sub is on auto-pilot, so it knows how to get there. We better be ready, this is one of BioTech's best defended facilites. There's a ton of shit here that could ruin the company financialy if the media ever got wind of it." Chris said, a lot more friendly than he had been for the most part of this mission.
"What are you tryin' to say?"
"It might get little rough down there, just prepare for the worst."
"Okay, mes amigo." Carlos confidently replied, as if not caring how bad things got down there. A few moments passed before Carlos spoke out. "Chris.."
"Yeah?"
"What if this guy, Burnside, isn't down there? We're taking a pretty big leap of faith to assume he's down there," Carlos started sounding serious for the first time in a while, "And even if he is, how are we gonna get outta there?"
Chris hadn't planned this far ahead, so far he assumed that he was gonna go down in the sub, pick up Steve and leave. Simple. Of course it wasn't going to be that simple, he thought.
"Er... we'll have to see what comes up. If he's not down there, I think we should just get back on this sub and get the hell outta there before anybody realises that we're even in there."
"Oh great." Carlos sarcasticly replied. He sounded nonchalant as per usual, but this time he was actualy concerned about what was about to happen. For the first time, since he could remember, Carlos felt a tingle of fear run down his spine.
"Hey, don't worry," Chris said, "We'll be fine. I've got the entire plans for the Tank. I know where every security... thingy is."
"How did you get these?"
"Hey, I've got connections in high places."
"F.B.I. again?" Carlos joked.
"Nope, C.I.A. this time. They're far more sympathetic to our cause than the Bureau, and they have less agents in BioTech's pocket."
Carlos feigned interest. He didn't care much for the antics of the FBI or the CIA. He was too tired to even think straight. They'd already been down here 40 minutes but it seemed like they had spent hours navigating around the huge underwater caves. It was blacker than hell down here. He had no idea how the BioTech employees could endure this place. It would drive Carlos mad within days, he thought to himself. Carlos heard Chris' deep voice.
"There it is."
Carlos peered out of the front of the futuristic submarine, he felt like he was in some sort of sci-fi movie or a video game. At first, he couldn't make it out, but his eyes began to familiarize themselves with the murky waters. What Carlos saw was breath taking. A huge glass dome beneath the sea. It had to be about three times the height of the Empire State building, but covered far more land. Carlos had no clue as to how a structure this huge was created this deep in the ocean. Strangley enough, the facility seemed dead, even from this far away.
"Jeeze... what the hell is that thing?"
"That's our target." Chris said to his partner.
"It's huge. How did they build that thing under here? It must've taken months!"
"Months? Try six and a half years."
"Woah, that's some heavy duty--"
"Quiet!" Chris interupted.
"--what?"
"Look," Chris pointed out through the six inch glass. They were much closer to the Tank now and could see it much clearer. The bottom half of the structure was lit up, but the top half was pitch black. There was a huge gaping gap in the side of the steel. "what the hell did that?"
"Must've been pretty big... do they look like... teeth...marks to you?"
Chris felt a sudden surge of fear shoot through his body, like heroin through an addict's veins. This place WAS storing a huge amount of viral weaponry. "No way, they're too big to be teeth marks..."
"Then tell me what the hell managed to rip through forty inches of steel?"
"... Looks like we may have another outbreak on our hands... a giant fish?"
"Lets dock this sub and get in there, before that thing decides to come back here." Carlos sounded frightened. In truth, he was. He could deal with Zombies, Crows and even that Nemesis thing back in Raccoon. But the sheer thought of something big enought to tear through the side of this facility terrified him.
"..Carlos." a voice broke Carlos' train of thought.
"Uh... yeah, what is it?" he replied as if he'd just awoken from a deep sleep.
"We're almost there. The Sub is on auto-pilot, so it knows how to get there. We better be ready, this is one of BioTech's best defended facilites. There's a ton of shit here that could ruin the company financialy if the media ever got wind of it." Chris said, a lot more friendly than he had been for the most part of this mission.
"What are you tryin' to say?"
"It might get little rough down there, just prepare for the worst."
"Okay, mes amigo." Carlos confidently replied, as if not caring how bad things got down there. A few moments passed before Carlos spoke out. "Chris.."
"Yeah?"
"What if this guy, Burnside, isn't down there? We're taking a pretty big leap of faith to assume he's down there," Carlos started sounding serious for the first time in a while, "And even if he is, how are we gonna get outta there?"
Chris hadn't planned this far ahead, so far he assumed that he was gonna go down in the sub, pick up Steve and leave. Simple. Of course it wasn't going to be that simple, he thought.
"Er... we'll have to see what comes up. If he's not down there, I think we should just get back on this sub and get the hell outta there before anybody realises that we're even in there."
"Oh great." Carlos sarcasticly replied. He sounded nonchalant as per usual, but this time he was actualy concerned about what was about to happen. For the first time, since he could remember, Carlos felt a tingle of fear run down his spine.
"Hey, don't worry," Chris said, "We'll be fine. I've got the entire plans for the Tank. I know where every security... thingy is."
"How did you get these?"
"Hey, I've got connections in high places."
"F.B.I. again?" Carlos joked.
"Nope, C.I.A. this time. They're far more sympathetic to our cause than the Bureau, and they have less agents in BioTech's pocket."
Carlos feigned interest. He didn't care much for the antics of the FBI or the CIA. He was too tired to even think straight. They'd already been down here 40 minutes but it seemed like they had spent hours navigating around the huge underwater caves. It was blacker than hell down here. He had no idea how the BioTech employees could endure this place. It would drive Carlos mad within days, he thought to himself. Carlos heard Chris' deep voice.
"There it is."
Carlos peered out of the front of the futuristic submarine, he felt like he was in some sort of sci-fi movie or a video game. At first, he couldn't make it out, but his eyes began to familiarize themselves with the murky waters. What Carlos saw was breath taking. A huge glass dome beneath the sea. It had to be about three times the height of the Empire State building, but covered far more land. Carlos had no clue as to how a structure this huge was created this deep in the ocean. Strangley enough, the facility seemed dead, even from this far away.
"Jeeze... what the hell is that thing?"
"That's our target." Chris said to his partner.
"It's huge. How did they build that thing under here? It must've taken months!"
"Months? Try six and a half years."
"Woah, that's some heavy duty--"
"Quiet!" Chris interupted.
"--what?"
"Look," Chris pointed out through the six inch glass. They were much closer to the Tank now and could see it much clearer. The bottom half of the structure was lit up, but the top half was pitch black. There was a huge gaping gap in the side of the steel. "what the hell did that?"
"Must've been pretty big... do they look like... teeth...marks to you?"
Chris felt a sudden surge of fear shoot through his body, like heroin through an addict's veins. This place WAS storing a huge amount of viral weaponry. "No way, they're too big to be teeth marks..."
"Then tell me what the hell managed to rip through forty inches of steel?"
"... Looks like we may have another outbreak on our hands... a giant fish?"
"Lets dock this sub and get in there, before that thing decides to come back here." Carlos sounded frightened. In truth, he was. He could deal with Zombies, Crows and even that Nemesis thing back in Raccoon. But the sheer thought of something big enought to tear through the side of this facility terrified him.