Author's Note – For those of you who didn't know, Janus Prospero is the name Alice uses while working for Umbrella in the first movie. For those of you who did, forget I just said that. :P
On a personal note, I finally beat all the levels of the Mercenaries. I love playing as Hunk and Wesker. Also, I removed some comments I made in my AN from Chapter 4. I must apologize, I'd been cooped up for a while and my world shrank to the size of my computer room and FF.N. After some BBQ fries, soda, and time with my friends, I got over it. All I will say is, if you choose to review, I'd appreciate it but if not, just enjoy the story. I like it, that's why I wrote it and decided to share.
Currently listening to the Biohazard Outbreak Main Theme by Matsumoto Akihiko
Standard Disclaimer. Italics denotes thought
Chapter 5
Alice turns as the door opens.
They can open doors now?
In walks an Asian woman wearing black leather, heeled boots and ashort sleeveless red silk Cheongsam dress. The light glitters off the gold embroidered butterflies scattered over the delicate fabric. As she walks, the slits on either side part, revealing smooth, well-toned outer thighs and on the right, her gun holster.
Hussy
"And who might you be?" Alice asks the woman, looking smug.
The woman smirks and answers her in a patronizing tone, "No one important." She pulls out her gun, "I'm going to ask you nicely, Alice, give me the sample."
Alice smirks back, "No." Silly fool, like I'm just going to hand it over.
"I see." The woman sighs. She doesn't seem irritated, as if she expected a negative answer. "Then we'll be doing this the hard way."
"Did you honestly think it would be easy?" Alice inquires with a raised eyebrow.
The elevator arrives and the doors open. Alice edges toward them.
Woman looks at her and smiles enigmatically. "No, but I was hoping."
The woman begins to circle Alice, trying to get a clear shot of the elevator car. Alice takes the opportunity to dash for the open doors. Alice hears the gunshot as she enters the car and slaps her hand across the controls. The doors close and the car begins to descend. She touches the sharp pain on her left shoulder. The woman's bullet had grazed her, leaving a gash in her jacket and a bloody track across her flesh. She removes her jacket and rips a piece of material from her shirt to wipe off the blood. As she cleans the wound, it closes up leaving no trace.
Multiple questions flash through Alice's mind. Who is that woman? How did she know my name? I know I've never seen her before, so why does she seem so familiar? Why does she want the sample? She must be working for somebody, but who?
Alice smiles and mutters to herself, "She has no idea who she's messing with."
She removes the sample from her pocket and looks at it. She can't think of what possessed her to take it, since that certainly wasn't part of her objective. If anything, she should see that it gets destroyed along with the rest of the lab. She has some knowledge of Dr. Duvall's experiment using this viral combination from Bruce's report; still, she's intrigued by its unknown properties. What exactly does it do? Does the t-virus minimize the G-virus mutations? Perhaps the G-virus improves the effectiveness of the t-virus recipient by slowing its deterioration. At least it will be in safe hands back at headquarters. Besides, if she leaves it behind, that woman will most certainly find it.
She allows herself to contemplate the possibility she may be infected with this new virus. After all, being infected with the t-virus already is no guarantee she's completely immune to other viruses. The fact that she's still alive at this point shows she has some immunity but it may also mean it's just taking longer for the tG-virus to take effect. She pushes the thought to the back of her mind. It's counterproductive and diverts her attention from the task at hand.
The elevator's descent slows and Alice prepares for whatever may be on the other side of the door. First, she wants to see the experiments in the training arena, then she'll complete her objective. She readies her shotgun as the elevator car stops and the doors open.
Ada looks over the other woman, Alice, as she holds her at gunpoint. Black baggy low-rise jeans, a red shirt and a black jacket. A 12-gauge pump-action Mossberg shotgun is slung over her shoulder. Ada smiles as she notes Alice giving her the once-over.
This younger generation, they're so…sloppy, so completely lacking in poise and grace. At least she has decent taste in weaponry.
Ada sighs at Alice's response to her more than reasonable request for the sample. It's not as if she needs it. These anti-Umbrella people are solely search-and-destroy, they don't collect samples. She can tell from her further conversation that Alice has no idea who she is but is obviously very confident in her ability to accomplish what ever she's here to do.
Amateur
The elevator arrives and Ada sees Alice's eyes twitch in its direction. She keeps one eye on Alice and moves to cover the elevator car as well. Alice uses that minute distract to make a break for it. Ada fires but her opponent's momentum carries her into the elevator. The next few shots are blocked by the rapidly closing doors. A few small drops of blood dot the floor outside the elevator doors. Ada shrugs and puts her gun away.
Only nicked her, oh well, there's always next time. Let her do all the hard work and clear the road for me.
She takes a few moments to go through the staff quarters, finding a couple of keycards that might come in handy later. In sickbay, she picks up some hemostatic medicine and a mild analgesic, just in case. On her way back to the elevator, she comes across a security guard's quarters and hits the mother lode. Hanging on the back of the door is a silver and black .45ACP 'Baby' Desert Eagle, complete with a loaded clip and shoulder holster.
Would it be undignified to do a happy dance right now? Probably.
Keeping her joy inside, she puts on the holster, loads the clip into the handgun and holsters it. Leaving the room, she goes back to the elevator and notes what floor the car is on, the second. Calling it, she waits a few moments, then boards and proceeds to the second floor.
To Be Continued…