A woman cloaked in black and red stood silent, alert of any movement from the still figure lying at her feet. The only sounds present were the distant car alarms, the groaning of infected crawling nearer, and the quiet revving of the makeshift chainsaw of this creature, this thing, on the ground below.
She slowly edged forward, her left hand tight on the trigger of her crossbow. It had been easy enough to just bombard this monstrosity with a few well placed pipe bombs before it fell. Too easy in fact. Not taking any chances, she bended forward cautiously. Why risk getting blood on her favorite dress shirt?
The body was mangled completely, showing various bones tearing through the skin, exposing the bloody mess beneath. The creature's left arm was broken awkwardly and the face seemed to have exploded half way with fragments of the skull jutting out. The weirdest detail however was the fact that it had two ribcages. One was in the torso and the other made up the left shoulder and arm. Some of the bones had melded together forming a long saw with tiny sharp points linked in a chain. A chain that was still moving.
The woman's eyes focused on the small, shiny key dangling from the end of the fallen BOW's most fatal asset. It had been ensnared when she narrowly avoided a swing that had been directed at her middle. It seemed as though any situation in which she had to get through a locked door would end in near death. Not that she minded. A little challenge was always a nice change from the mundane covert jobs.
"I'll be taking that." Her right hand reached out to grasp the key and pulled it free of the chain. She thought of Krauser for only a moment while turning away from the body. He would have been better off with a chainsaw. Though she doubted his head would have been able to take that much punishment.
A second creature was crushed against the ground a few feet away. There was a crowbar lodged in its side and, judging from the blue gas, it seemed to be the cause of the few flesh-eaters roaming about. There was no telling what had killed it but as long as it would never get up again, that specific information was unimportant. Her boot heels echoed on the concrete before stopping short of the locked door. She had to move soon.
Her next order of business would be catching a train from the nearby rails. Hopefully, the BSAA could pick up the trail left by her doppelganger so that she wouldn't have to scour all of Lanshiang. It appeared as though Simmons was here to. That meant Leon and that Harper woman were likely to follow. Being charged with the President's death was not a light accusation after all.
A small smile formed on her face. She was glad that Leon's death had been a hoax. Clearing his name would be tricky but there was bound to be evidence of Simmons' tampering with the C-Virus along the way. She would make sure that bastard got what was coming to him. You don't clone Ada Wong and expect no consequences. That just wouldn't do.