A/N: Well this one's a little longer and I like it better even though it took me a while to figure out what I wanted to write. So I hope you enjoy. Thanks for the review Escape. Well seeing as how I already wrote the next two chapters I thought I'd post them in quick succession.
Robert's piercing icy blue eyes stared back at him as he watched water drip off his face in the mirror. He reached for a towel and wiped the access water off of his face. Throwing the towel onto the sink, he walked out of the small bathroom and into his private room. His plain white t-shirt lay on his bed and he grabbed the shirt rather vigorously and put it on.
Robert sighed as he put on his lab coat and left his room. He entered the empty corridor and began to walk towards his personal lab. Some shouting came from his boss' office, but that wasn't unusual which is one of the reasons he is beginning to regret his position. Usually he was the one on the receiving end of his boss' foot. Shaking his head he felt sorry for whoever was in that office right now. Continuing towards his lab he passed by rows of guards standing in front of the lab doors. Each of the labs had the curtains drawn.
This wasn't normally weird but there were more guards stationed in the halls now. Robert could only guess that either they were finishing up on a project or one of the partners was visiting, doing one of their "random checks". Either way it meant more work and more time under the corporate gun. He sighed at this thought as he reached the door to his lab and office. Robert walked into his office and immediately sat down at his desk. There was coffee on the desk next to his computer already. Janis, his secretary, was the only person he could rely on in this hell hole. With a yawn and a swig of his coffee he was typing away at his computer searching through the documents he needed to look through for today.
It was frustrating looking through the documents because the team leaders never had complete information on their projects. Each team would work on another part of the project to protect from corporate leaks. In any case if any leaks were to get out they probably had about a thousand contingency plans that would stifle any news reports. The higher-ups were careful not to let any information Robert "didn't need to know" get to him. However this tactic only went so far. The team leaders' with the loose lips would generally brag about what their team is working on. This is how information is passed around about what everyone is working on. Since no one can get the big picture of what's going on, scientists can't develop a conscience about what they are doing. That is if what they really are doing is unethical.
Robert's project doesn't seem unethical, just nearly impossible. He chuckled inwardly at the thought of doing the impossible and then having Umbrella take all the credit. It was very typical in the corporate world. But still he could have the sense of pride knowing that his work helped man kind. The project Robert was supposed to be working on was finding a way to enhance the repressor gene's inhibitor, so the body can either destroy viruses or at least coexist with them. This however, is basically impossible since no one can seem to figure out why the repressor gene works the way it does.
Annoyed by the prospect of trying to figure out what no one in their right mind would even attempt to do, Robert stood up and headed for the door grabbing his coffee before hand. He walked into the hall and started for the mess hall. Since he started this project a few weeks ago he had been skipping breakfast as well as lunch and he had only been eating very little during dinner, but the physician on the premise reprimanded him and told him that if he didn't start to eat more often he was going to declare him suicidal and report it to his boss. Seeing as how it would be hard to argue your case for staying employed if your boss thought you were insane, Robert decided to take a few minutes out of his day to eat.
He arrived at the mess hall and saw Hannah Kingston, another team leader. Hannah was in her mid thirties. She was one of the only team leaders who didn't hate Robert because of how quick he had gotten his position. As he looked at her she looked up and waved to him after tossing a few strands of her hazel hair out of her eyes. Robert quickly got his meal and sat next to Hannah. "Hey, what's up?"
"Rumsford has me doing all-nighters in order to finish my group's part of the project. How 'bout you?"
"I'm about the same, but I have a little more leeway since what I'm working on is nearly impossible even with Umbrella's resources."
Hannah bent down low and began to whisper. "You think whatever you're doing is impossible, try developing an antivirus to a virus you're not allowed to know anything about."
Robert looked into her sea colored eyes with disbelief. His lips quivered as his voice took on a tone of fear. "I'm trying to figure out how to enhance the inhibitor given off by the repressor gene so that it can destroy or coexist with a virus. What the hell are we working towards?"
"Uh…maybe it'd be best if we stopped talking about this." Hannah was right; a security guard began to walk their way while they were talking.
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Logan walked down the steps wearily and quietly, so not to ruse any unwanted attention. He had seen an increase of guards in the floors that he was passing as he walked down the steps. Even in the stairwell there were a few guards that he had had to knock out before he could continue. They put up some fight and even called out for help, but Logan dispatched them with relative ease luckily for him none of them were carrying guns.
After some time, Logan found himself at the basement floor. He slowly pushed open the door that read B1. Crouching low to the ground, Logan walked into the hallway and quickly sidestepped to the right, hugging the wall. Still hugging the wall, Logan made his way towards a corner and crouched down low to the ground. He peeked around the corner but put his head back when he saw the doctor that had met him when he woke up turn a corner down the hall. The doctor was flipping through charts and walking with a purpose. Since the doctor was heading his way, Logan decided it wasn't the right time to reveal him and cautiously jogged down the hall the opposite direction. Soon he found himself at another corner and following suit; he crouched down low to the ground and hugged the wall before poking his head out from around the corner. Down this hallway he found a single guard in front of a doorway. However, this guard was carrying a gun.
"There must be something important in there." Logan whispered to himself unnecessarily. "Better go check it out."
Logan looked at the hallway and prepared a battle plan. Looking for strategic places he could duck in and out of in order to gain the element of surprise, he spotted a place he could dodge into. Logan waited for the guard to turn around and when he did Logan, still crouching, quickly ran to the spot. Once again Logan saw another place where he could duck into without being seen. So he waited until the guard turned around again and ran to that place.
Now he was only about ten feet away from the guard, and there were no more spots that he could hide in. Logan stood up peered around the corner at the guard and charged at him. Before the guard could take out his gun Logan dove at him feet first and scissor kicked his legs. The man collapsed onto the ground. Logan reached for the guard's gun, but the guard placed his feet onto Logan's chest and shoved him off. But Logan landed on his feet and charged back at the guard again. Raising his leg, the guard swiftly kicked Logan in the stomach making him double over, giving the guard enough time to get back on his feet. Once back on his feet, the guard tried to knee Logan in the face but Logan grabbed his leg and stopped him. The guard fell and pulled Logan down on the floor with him. Logan began to punch the guard's face repeatedly. After about ten seconds of the beating the guard shoved Logan off of him and reached for his gun. Logan didn't give him that opportunity and tried to dive onto the guard again, but instead found a swift kick to the shoulder. He fell flat on his face reeling in pain. The guard had a chance to get to his feet and administer several kicks to Logan's stomach while he was on the floor. This forced Logan into a fetal position. He shoved his arms in between the guard's foot and his stomach in order to soften the blows. After a little while the guard got bored, spit on Logan and pulled Logan up by his hair. Reaching for the guard's belt, Logan found a knife and pulled it free from its sheath. Using a great amount of strength, Logan stood up quickly and rammed the knife into the soft spot under the guard's jaw. An expression of surprise and shock filled his face as he let out gurgling noises. Blood cascaded down the knife, and whatever was left over poured out of his mouth.
Logan released the knife from the man's jaw and watched as he collapsed. Wasting no time, Logan looted the guard and put the guard's belt on his waist. He turned to the door and opened it. The inside of the room was pitch black and for the life of him Logan could not find the light switch.
"Where the hell is the light switch?" Logan said to himself. Suddenly the lights flicked on and inside stood a girl no older than eighteen in a hospital gown.
"Here." She said letting her hands fall to her sides. "You're not the doctor who normally sees me. Who are you?"
"Uh…I was not expecting this." Logan muttered under his breath. "Um, my name's Logan Miller. What's yours?"
"Why should I tell you?"
"I told you mine."
"Yeah and you're an idiot. You should probably know by now that you shouldn't just give up information to any old stranger."
"You're strange alright."
"Well if you're not my doctor who are you?"
"What did you just say about 'not giving up information'?"
"That was then this is now. If I don't know who you are, how do you expect me to trust you with any information?"
Logan was at a loss for words, he just stood still. He lifted a hand about to answer but put it back down when no words came to his mouth. It was apparent that he was wholly confused.
The girl sighed "Right, now you have no idea how to answer, well it doesn't matter let's go."
"Go where?"
"I don't care anywhere but here. You've got a car right?"
"Well I…"
"I can assume you didn't just happen by here by what I just heard and the blood on your hands. So if that's the case then you came to get me out. Then if that's true then you must have an escape plan. So where's your car?"
Logan was once again dumbfounded. He thought they were probably keeping files or something in here, but instead he found this girl who was quiet annoying actually. Before he could protest the girl walked out of the room and stopped in front of the dead guard.
"Hrm…never did like him anyway." She shrugged and took his coat. Logan hurried after her when she began to walk away. "Ah, if you don't have a car I guess I could go to the parking lot and just hotwire one. Now where would they have a parking lot? What floor is this? Uh…oh aw man it's the basement. Why'd they have to put me in the basement? This sucks." She moaned. Logan reached out to stop her, but she was already rounding the corner he came from. He growled and followed after her.
"Okay stop!" He grunted as he turned the corner too. "Look I'll get you out of here but you have to follow me."
"Now why should I follow you when I don't even know-"
"Just stop okay? I'm an FBI agent so you can trust me."
"Then show me your badge." She said skeptically.
Logan sighed because he knew he didn't have it. It was standard procedure that when an agent went on an assignment they didn't take their badge just in case they got caught, which Logan did. He shook his head and said "I don't have it."
The girl laughed and started to walk away again. "Wait, wait, wait where are you going to go by yourself anyway? I mean how much more dangerous can it be with me than it is for you now?
"C'mon I'll get you out of here and we can go over to the station."
"I'm going to want something to defend myself with incase you get frisky."
"Fine here," Logan passed her the bloody knife. "Take this."
"Ew, at least clean it off first."
Logan apologized and cleaned the knife off on the lab coat he was wearing before passing it back to her.
"Ok I'll go with you."
"Good, now where did you say that parking lot was?"
"I have no idea."
"Great, well let's go find it."
They started towards the hallway where Logan had seen the doctor. Logan waved the girl to wait while he once again looked around the corner. Seeing nothing, Logan waved her to wait while he took his new gun from the holster. He clasped it between his hands and held it at waist level while he sidestepped into the hallway. Logan ran to the opposite wall and placed his back up against keeping his eyes fixed down the hall.
Once he was sure it was clear he waved the girl towards him. She ran next to him holding her knife like he held his gun. Logan walked down the hall until he found a sign that directed them towards different areas in the hospital. At the top of the sign it showed a glowing E.R. with an arrow pointing to the right. Just below that was Parking Garage that had an arrow signaling them to go down the left corridor.
"I guess it's that way." The girl said pointing in the direction the sign pointed.
"Go figure," Logan said mockingly "Yah think?"
She made a funny face and let him lead the way. Lo and behold the parking garage wasn't far from where they were; they just followed the signs and were there in minutes. Now was the hard part finding a car they could hotwire. The girl began pointing out cars that she wanted to drive in.
"Why not the mustang? Oh oh oh, let's get the corvette!"
"They're not that easy to hotwire you know. Let's get this one."
"What the mini-van?"
"Yes the mini-van," Logan mimicked the girl sarcastically. "Just get in."
Logan checked the doors and found they were all locked. He looked around for something he could pick it with but found nothing.
"Oh screw this," Logan grunted as he kicked in the side window behind the passenger's seat. He unlocked the passenger's door and let the girl in. She unlocked his and he borrowed her knife in order to cut open the panel under the steering wheel. With a grunt he pulled off the panel and tore out the ignition circuit wires. He took the wires and removed the protective coverings and touched them together until the engine turned over. "Ok we're in business."
"So we're going to the station now?" The girl asked.
"Well it's more of a safe house, but yes."
"So my name's Megan."
"Hello Megan," Logan reached out his hand and Megan took it and shook his hand.