Objective 12: 9:22 P.M.
Kimura extracted a revolver from his pocket and took the case away from Yoko. "I don't want to have to go and open fire," Kimura warned, still in that calm voice he always had. "This machine," he indicated to the large contraption to which most of the wires were connected to, "is very fragile. The slightest malfunction and it would take down this whole laboratory." He took out a vial of T2-Virus and stared at it in the way a child regards a birthday gift. "Beautiful, simply beautiful. I trust you had a part in this Ms. Suzuki?" Yoko looked away from him. "Ah, so very modest. I'm still happy to welcome you aboard—you will be a great asset once I take over Banyo…and from there the irony truly begins, because I will use the virus created by Umbrella to take charge of all its facilities. A swift hostile takeover, and at the best time too, Umbrella is weaker than ever. Ashford, Birkin, Marcus, all idiots. They did not foresee this day when the Kimura dynasty would take over their claims."
"You're insane!" Claire screamed at the doctor. "At least let the others go!"
Kimura laughed. "Why would I let you leave my party when the host has not even awoken yet? Besides, Yoko will stay here and rule with me. I can promise you a decent position; your intelligence shouldn't go to waste. You're nothing like that wench Lindsey Watanabe, she was too selfish. She couldn't grasp the situation at hand and lost her mind because of it."
"I'll tell you what I told Lindsey, you can forget about me participating in your takeover," Yoko spat.
The doctor gave off another chuckle as he drew the Virus with a long syringe. "Fine then, you can be like that if you wish. I'll find others to replace you." He walked over to the cylinder and placed the syringe into a hole of equal size. He then injected it into the creature. "Awake now, dear father!" Kimura pressed his hands to the glass of the tank as if it were a candy shop window. "Please daddy, wake up and kill our guests!" The doctor let out an insane burst of laughter.
He's gone bat-shit crazy! Claire took aim with her gun at the doctor. "I swear I'll shoot," she screamed, trying to stare down the laughing man.
"Go ahead," the doctor screamed. "My daddy will take care of you, nothing can hurt him!"
The arms of the creature began to stir. They were soon pressing against the glass, the hollow eyes of the beast staring into the eyes of its son. It began to smash the glass, sending out a deafening sound throughout the room. It screamed, and everyone in the room drew back.
"There's no way we can kill it," Claire said to the others. "Not with what we've got. Our best chance is to escape."
Yoko nodded and took Sakura's hand. She led her out to the museum. Ken turned to Claire. "What do we do now?"
Claire pointed her gun at the machine and shot at it. Sparks flew and the monster inside the tank screamed, this time in pain not triumph. Ken followed her lead and also began to empty rounds into the panel of wires. The glass was breaking and fluid was draining from the tank. A siren began to blare throughout the lab, the female voice giving out warnings and evacuation messages in both English and Japanese.
"Daddy, no!" Kimura screamed as the Daioh broke through the glass. He turned to his son and stared down at him, contemplating the person he had fathered as a human. Then he lifted his knife-like hands into the air.
"Daddy, no," Toru Kimura pleaded. "I promise I'll be a good boy."
The beast brought its claws down upon its son, quartering him into cleanly cut cubes of flesh, blood, and organs. Then it turned to Claire and Ken who were shooting at the machine. Claire looked it straight in the empty sockets and felt a mixture of hate and pity. Hate for its own existence and pity for the man who it had once been, a man who had cared for his family and mankind but had been damned by the very science he researched. To the Daioh, she would obliterate, to Leonard Kimura, she would free from his mutated prison.
"Run!" Claire shouted at Ken.
"What about you?"
"I'll be fine, just go with the others!"
He did as he was told and ran through the painting opening, taking a final look at the woman who had saved him from the unsavory life he was living and the death that could have come with it.
Claire turned towards the machine. She dropped her gun, out of bullets, and held up the katana. With a burst of strength, she thrust the sword into the machine, shattering its top and severing the wires connected to it. She let go as sparks flew and wires burst. She turned and ran as the lab began to rumble and smoke.
She ran out to the museum as the adrenaline continued to cycle in her bloodstream. She passed the armor man, who was now in a heap on the floor. The skin was dehydrated and peeling off. That's odd, she thought as she continued her sprint. How did it die? As she pondered this, she heard a tremendous crash of concrete and steel from behind her and knew that the Daioh was in pursuit. Claire hopped over the nitrogen frozen dog and the plasticized human remains. She could hear loud and fast footsteps from behind her and knew that the beast was gaining speed. Finally, she stepped out from the entrance and caught up with the others.
They ran through the subway system and back to the area where the subway train was. They passed a few lifeless zombies, and Claire noticed that they too had succumbed to the same fate as the armor man. Their corpses were dry, stinking and curdling like milk left out in the sun. Claire counted her blessings as she passed a few more and saw that they were failing as well.
The Daioh was fast and was only a few meters away. Some of the zombies still stood but were easy targets. They didn't even try to move as ken and Yoko shot at them with their remaining bullets. The ones that were left standing, Claire could hear being squished into a mess by the ever closer Daioh.
Everyone boarded the train engine, tired, sweaty and not even out of the danger zone yet.
"Claire, what are we supposed to do," Sakura asked as she looked around the train for anything they could use to stop the approaching creature.
Claire, out of breath and close to fainting, pointed to the control panel. "Yoko…take care of it."
Yoko understood. She flipped the emergency brake and shoved the key into the ignition. The train roared to life. Yoko pounded her fist against the engine button and pushed the speed control lever into full gear. The train began to creep ahead, gaining momentum. Explosions came from the direction of the lab and the whole tunnel shook. Claire ordered the others off the train.
They all stood back—both physically and emotionally drained—as the train shot forward. The Daioh wasn't even aware of the approaching vehicle as it smashed into him, pinning him to the front. The train sped ahead and crashed through a large chunk of wall that had come down during the explosions. As it did, the survivors of what could have become the next Raccoon City knew that the Daioh was no more. It had died with the hidden lab, Dr. Kimura, and the dark secrets of one of Umbrella's many successors. The others escaped through a manhole covering as the whole tunnel came down and buried the dead in a concrete grave.