Objective 4: 4:05 P.M. Office Room

"There's no need to point that at us," Claire tried saying calmly. "We aren't one of them."

The man looked at them intently. "Then you are intruders. I'm ordered to kill anyone who sneaks in on the Blood Sharks."

"Wait!" Yoko shouted sternly. "Killing us won't solve anything. Your hideout has been infected by a deadly virus that is turning your people into…"

"What, zombies!" the man yelled angrily. "Is that what you call those things? Why shouldn't I just kill you then and escape myself?"

"Because," Claire began, "That would be betraying the honor of your brethren wouldn't it?"

"Shut up gaijin!" The man's gun hand began to start shaking. "Even if I do let you go, would it make a difference? I've seen what those things can do—we're all screwed anyway."

Claire needed a miracle. "But I-" she looked at Yoko, "we can help. We know how to deal with those things. That's why we were sent here."

The man looked away as if considering their help. Finally he put the gun down.

"The gaijin may be right…I know I want to see my family again."

Claire relaxed. It would help to have another person with them, especially if he had a gun. "Tell me—wait, what is your name"

The man put the gun into his holster. "I'm Kensuke Ohta, Ken for short."

Claire tried her best to smile. "Alright Ken, do you know what's happening?" Maybe he would know where the virus was

Ken took a deep breath. "I found out from Mr. Tanaka, our second in command, that they had found some sort of chemical weapon while robbing the armored car. We knew it wasn't the cash we had wanted, but the boss said we could make a pretty penny off of it if we sold it to someone."

So they intended to make a buck off of it. The saps didn't know what they were dealing with. Claire bit her lip. "Go on."

"I was on the phone with my wife, it's our daughter's birthday and I had planned on getting home soon. My wife has no idea I'm involved with the Yakuza, by the way. I guess this is the best time to confess since I know I might not make it out." Ken laughed grimly. "But that's why I joined up anyway, so I could support my family, give my wife the dream life she wanted to have with me when we married. I'm a dirty bastard, I know, but I wasn't like the other guys. Those gutless pigs who steal for themselves, blowing off dough on whores, I'm not like them…" Ken could see he was trailing off. "Sorry to get off topic. Anyway, my bud Daisuke stumbles into the room as soon as I get off the phone. The man looked drunk as sin and I asked him if he was sick. Then all of a sudden he tries to take a bite outta' me. I run out of the room and see the others, some of them had turned into those freaks and they were doing…God knows what to the ones who hadn't turned into them. I see the boss too—Ryuzu. Gojo Ryuzu is a spineless coward by the way. He locked himself up in the office down the hall. He and that precious case…that case is what did this, some viral shit turning people into mutants." Ken kicked the desk.

Lindsey held her head. "Damn them. I'm stuck down here with a bunch of zombies now." She turned to Claire, "Get me out of here!"

Yoko took her gun out. "We need to get to that room, then get out of here. Ken, do you know another way out?"

Ken nodded. "This place has an exit to the sewer system. From there it leads to the subway."

"The sewers," Lindsey said appalled, "Just great, I can get my clothes all mucked up down there. You all seem to have guns…what do I get?"

Claire grabbed her by the shirt, "Just keep quiet and stay behind us!" That shut her up. "We're going to go out there and we're going to shoot those things. I advise that we make a clear path to the office. We can finish the job there."

Claire looked out the office window. She could see the wide storage room filled with about ten or twenty of the zombies. The office was all the way across, a hopeless goal.

Claire faced the others. "On my mark, we go out there and bum rush them. Don't go crazy; just make it to the office alive. Someone will need to take care of Gojo when we get there. Ready?"

Yoko and Ken checked their guns, Lindsey let out a tiny whimper.

"O.k., one…two…three!"