The elevator reached the fifth floor, and the three men step out.
They were tired, battered, and just wanted leave the asylum.
Logan's eyes burn with trauma. His first mission.
He remembers thinking before entering the building: It can't be too bad? He was sorrowly mistaken. Anyway, they were heading back to the helipad where they would call for evac. As they made their way down one corridor, a gunshot rang out. Logan dived for cover in an open doorway. The others found cover behind knocked over tables.
"WHO'S THERE!?" Logan shouts.
Abraham stands in the middle of the hallway, not bothering to find cover. "My name is Abraham, I'm the former leader of operations here, and I'm afraid you all know too much." He fires again, hitting a wall. There was no reasoning with him. Logan pops out from his cover, and shoots Abraham in the knee. He falls to the ground, and continues to shoot at Logan. It is no use however, for he stays behind cover. The slide on Abraham's gun snaps back. He his out of ammo.
Logan looks at the helpless man on the floor.
"Lets go guys. He won't be bothering anyone anymore."
As they made their way to the helipad, Abraham lies on the floor, blood flowing out of his damaged knee.
"This is what I get for drinking… always knew it would my downfall…"
He then hears a noise. Its coming from an air vent. An air vent in the ceiling pops off its hinges, and U-4 drops out.
Abraham, now terrified, stares at the creature.
"Dammit!"
His screams are heard across the fifth floor.
"Oh god, what now!" Jet yells. U-4 appears, and it doesn't look good. There are several gunshot wounds on its body, and it has large black burns on its body. It slowly crawls along the floor, although injured, ready to kill.
The sun was beginning to rise, casting a faint golden light through the asylum windows. The daylight also made U-4 look worse. They finally were back in the lobby where the open door to the helipad was. They all ran into the morning sunlight, and Trevor brought out his radio and began to call for the helicopter.
This left Logan and Jet to hold off U-4.
Abraham lies in a pool of blood on the floor. His left arm was gone, his neck cut open, an eye gouged out, a large gash in his chest. He has only moments to live, and he has one thing left to do. He pulls out a detonator to the entire asylum In case of an outbreak this bad, self destruction is necessary. Using the last ounce of his strength, he pushes the button.
"Self destruct system now active, decontamination in five minutes."
This message blared from the speaker system inside the asylum.
"YOU BEST BE JOKING!" Jet yelled.
U-4 was slowly advancing, and they kept shooting it.
A military blackhawk suddenly appeared, and hovered above them.
"I can't land until you kill that thing!" The pilot yelled through his speaker system. "Here! Use this!"
A Smaw was thrown out of the chopper, and it landed at Logan's feet. Logan picked up the rocket launcher, and aimed the iron sight
at U-4. He pulls the trigger. The rocket flies towards U-4 at top speed, and when it makes contact, the explosion is enormous.
U-4 is incinerated, and its limbs blown into small, smoldering pieces.
"Good riddance…" Logan murmurs.
The helicopter lands, and they all get on board. As they fly away, the asylum explodes. The entire area, as well as the parking lot, erupt in flames. It looked like a miniature nuclear bomb had gone off.
The asylum was reduced to a large, flaming crater in the ground, with flaming rubble raining from the sky.
Trevor and Jet remove their gas masks, revealing their faces.
Trevor, a man with dark stubble, and short hair.
Jet, a black man with a dark beard, and an old but deep scar on his cheek.
Logan looks inside his messenger bag, and examines all of the evidence. "Mission Complete." He says.
Trevor has a look of sorrow on his face. Jet looks the other way, staring out the chopper window.
The nightmare was finally over. Logan's own radio begins to make noise. He picks it up and answers. "The mission is complete, I'm loaded with evidence, and me and what's left of my backup are heading home."
"Good job agent Clark. This being your first mission will greatly reflect on you."
"Yeah…" Logan puts his radio back in his pocket, and examines the knife he had obtained that night. Three inches long, black hilt, razor sharp, and covered in dried blood. He would clean it once he got back. He even knew a place where he could get designs put onto it…
Logan stares out of the helicopter's window, at the morning sky.
Its finally over…