Objective 11: 9:00 P.M. Underground Research Facility
It took a fair amount of walking and a fair amount of shooting to get through the zombie infested subway tunnels. Finally they came to the laboratory gate.
Must every evil pharmaceutical company have the requisite underground lab, Claire thought asYoko slid her card key into the slot and entered the password. The door slid open. "We're in," she said confidently. "I've only been down here once, but from what I remember, we're going to first enter a small museum."
Sakura was confused. "A museum?"
"Yes," Yoko responded. "The last company president created it for the fiftieth anniversary. Anyway, from there we can enter the laboratory where the Daioh 001 should be hidden."
Claire approached her. "Do you know where it is?"
"I think so," Yoko said as they walked into the lab. "There is a painting of an emperor hanging in the museum. Beneath it is a strange plaque full of golden plated letters; English alphabet. I didn't know what it was for until after I read the diary. Now I'm sure of what it's for"
Ken tapped Sakura on the shoulder. "And what about you? You're sort of stuck down here with us…about to take on a biological weapon."
Sakura shrugged it off. "I'll be fine. After surviving an onslaught of zombies, I'm sure you aren't easily shocked by anything else."
The museum was well lit, and the change of scenery surprised them. They walked though a carpeted corridor; a sexy, female voice welcoming them to fifty years of achievement. As they sauntered past a case holding the variations of lab uniforms throughout the years, Claire started to relax with the peaceful ambiance—but stopped when they saw broken glass around them. The sign on the broken exhibit read, in English, Plasticized Human Skeleton and Organs.
Yoko spun around to face the others. "Plasticized. That means that those are organic remains of humans. Do you think…"
But they immediately had their answer. A walking skeleton and a walking, organic model of human organs came around the corner towards them. Ken found the strange spectacle to be fascinating in a morbid way. He embedded his ax into the organ display—but it didn't seem to stop it. It only paid the ax a passing glance has it attempted to reach for him. There was no choice but to run.
They ran to a corridor on the left. It was lined with the displays of stuffed lab animals. As they ran past it, a reanimated dog started to chase after them as well. Sakura let out a yelp as it leapt from the case and shattered glass everywhere. Fortunately, she was out of the reach of its gnashing fangs.
It wasn't until they reached a small hallway when Ken suddenly stopped. His attention was focused on a case displaying medical equipment. It looked like they were still adding to the collection; a cardboard box of tools was off to the side of the case waiting to be put in. There was container of liquid nitrogen in it. Ken didn't know if the maintenance had emptied it yet or not but figured it was worth a try. "Stay back," he said as he shot the barrel of the freezing substance. Luck was on his side. It leaked out into the hallway and froze the dog in its tracks…literally. Quick thinking had spared them once again.
They approached another long hall. This one had the painting Yoko had mentioned, at the end. As they made their way down the corridor, Sakura suddenly stopped.
"What is it," Claire asked her.
"I think someone is in there," she said, pointing to a large display of Samurai Armor.
It shuddered as she pointed, causing both Sakura and Claire to jump in surprise. A man's voice came out of it. "Help me," it pleaded. "That thing bit me and I'm…I'm…"
"Sakura, stay back," Claire commanded as she approached the suit of armor.
"I'm…I'm…" the man repeated the words over and over. "I'm…I'm…hungry." Once said, the body inside the suit began to bubble with a pink fluid and merged with the armor itself. The armor grabbed a huge Katana from behind it and started to chase Claire and Sakura down the long hall.
Claire shouted to Ken and Yoko who were near the painting. "Hurry, open it! Quick!"
Yoko dashed forward as Ken began shooting useless rounds of bullets at the walking suit. They only bounced off of the surprisingly durable armor. Yoko got to the panel and froze—she didn't actually know the password!
Claire dodged a swipe from the sword and decapitated a nearby mannequin. Sakura jumped to the side of a vertical blow. The thing was incredibly fast.
"Something in the journal," Yoko said to herself as she flipped through the pages. "'This world no longer has any use…' "
Closer and closer.
"'I will become my own experiment…' "
"Hurry! Hurry!"
"'Remember, LIFE is the key…' life is the key...That's it!" She input the letters L-I-F-E into the panel. The painting slid upward with the sound of grinding gears. Claire and Sakura ducked through just in time; Yoko and Ken followed. The armor was still coming after them. Yoko looked towards the wall—a panel was there—and threw the most obvious looking switch, hoping it was the right one. The secret wall slammed down on the samurai, severing its hands and dropping it's katana into the room. Claire, figuring that it would make a decent weapon (she was almost out of bullets, anyway), reached down to pick it up.
They were in a wide chamber; tubes and wires all connected to a single plasma filled cell in the middle of the room. Within it stood the experiment Dr. Leonard Kimura had created from his own flesh many years ago, the Daioh 001. If it had been human before, no signs of anything human remained. What remained was a massive, pulpy mess of a creature. Two full length tubes ran down the sides of its arms—two single bladed claws—as if Kimura had merged himself with a pair of swords. The tubes connected to a chest plate, and above that was a misshapen head. Two empty eye sockets for holes, no nose to speak of, and tube-filled mouth of wires and teeth. Leonard Kimura had turned himself into a monster, all in the name of science. The Tyrant of Banyo Corporation, Claire thought, thinking about Umbrella's deadliest Bio Weapon.
If there had been any chance to just kill the thing and leave, there wasn't time left for that now. The Dr. Kimura of modern day stepped out from behind the cylinder that contained his father. "Welcome to my private laboratory, Ms. Redfield and company." Dr. Kimura gave them an eerily polite bow. "Please hand over the case now before anyone else becomes infected. Oh, and do relax; you are in the company of the world's greatest geniuses: I, Toru Kimura, and my father, the great Dr. Leonard Kimura. Don't worry, he really is a well mannered host, he's just napping for now…as he has for nearly forty years. But I expect him to be waking up any time now."