The Wolfpack continued to back Hunk up as they mowed down more UBCS operatives advancing quickly through the narrow corridor. The second they entered the excessively large lounge where computer servers were lined up against the wall, red lights began to flash rapidly accompanied by an alarm. "Emergency! There has been a security breach. Avoid contact with unauthorized personnel! Repeat: There has been a security breach. Avoid contact with unauthorized personnel!"

Viper sighed upon hearing the announcement. "Did we take a burn? Please don't tell me we took a burn, we're better than this."

Hunk shook his head. "Impossible; that's not us. We're using authorized access. We might have company."

The buzzer kept sounding off as they pressed on and ended up to one of the labs. Four Eyes walked up to one of the computer terminals and started tapping away at the keys.

"Whatcha doin', Four Eyes?"

"Salvaging." She replied flatly, and continued to work without so much as a glance towards Viper as she started copying the files into a disk.

"I highly doubt there's anything worth the trouble. If Birkin's retarded enough to leave information lying around here, we coulda just let Spectre hack this place." And he would have been eating and sleeping his fill.

"True, any data pertinent to G is most likely destroyed, but that's not all that's useful. Even if it's different or if its fragments of data, we could still piece it together. I'm the virologist here, remember?"

"True. Allow me to assist you then." Spectre found another computer terminal for himself and began working as well. "Not to seem pessimistic, but on the off chance we fuck up, we can't go back empty-handed. Beltway, take Viper and look for memory drives, disks, anything like that. If it seems useful, we take it. We'll piece it together later.

"Sir, we can't stop here. Birkin'll get away." Vector whispered to Hunk.

"Even if Birkin knew the blueprints of this facility backwards, he will not escape from us alone. He will not and cannot move until his American guard dogs arrive. How much time do you need?"

"At this pace? About a minute for me." Four Eyes replied scrolling through the files.

"It will take longer for me. I could not salvage as much as I anticipated, but I found some things that sparked….personal interest. Give me three."

After exactly three minutes had elapsed, Hunk entered the code on a keypad mounted on the wall, opening the thick, overlapped iron shutters. Behind them was another man, dressed similarly to Hunk. He gave a salute to Hunk.

"Delta team, guard this door. Do not let anyone approach." He opened the door which had Birkin's name plate welded in place with his team member.

"So, you've finally come." Birkin sneered.

"Doctor, we're here to collect the G-Virus sample." Hunk uttered in his usual cold, matter-of-fact tone.

"Sorry, but I won't just hand over my life's work." Seconds later, there was a scream. It was Birkin, followed by muffled sounds of gunfire.

"Stop it! You might hit the sample! That's it alright. Okay, let's move out!"

Viper felt a strange sense of unease at the pit of his stomach as he eyed the door on the right. "GET AWAY FROM THE DOOR!"

Soon after, a deafening explosion tore down the door and the blast knocked the Wolfpack down to the ground. Despite being the first one to take cover, being the lightest of the group, Viper took it the hardest. He sailed through the air like a piece of paper being tossed around by the wind and slammed into the wall. Viper felt his vision blacken for a split second, and his ears were ringing so much it was giving him a headache. He then felt someone grab him by the back of his collar, and saw Beltway dragging him back to cover as he fired his M4A1.

"Yo, you alright?!"

"My head hurts like a motherfucker and my hearing is fucking useless right now."

"Ah, just give it a minute, you'll have your hearing back in no time. Anyways, got some good news! It's Uncle Sam's merry escorts. These were the cabrons that tripped the alarm!"

Trying to make out what Beltway was saying with poor hearing and even more screaming and gunfire on top of it was near impossible, but Viper was able to make out the words "Uncle Sam" and "escorts". Once his hearing had returned enough to hear Beltway's laughter, Viper also began returning fire, until he noticed there was one man missing. "Whoa, Beltway, hold up. Where's Vector?"

"Ninja man's doing his invisible assassin thing, taking them from behind. Guess he wants to show off to Mr. Death."

Once the gunfire ceased and the smoke from grenades settled down, the area was silent.

"All units, stand by until Vector gives an update." Lupo whispered.

"Copy that." Everyone else acknowledged in unison.

The space in front of them shimmered as Vector materialized out of thin air holding a long, slightly curved knife in one hand caked with blood and a Beretta in the other. "Wolfpack, this is Vector. All hostiles have been neutralized. Sir, we're all clear to move."

"I have zero readings as well," Spectre confirmed from his device.

"Spectre, when I kill, I prefer to go close and personal so I know they stay dead, though I doubt that's the last we'll see of them."

"Time to move. Follow me." Everyone formed ranks around the Alpha Team operative holding a large case and hurried to the elevator. As the door closed, they heard a roar that sent a shiver down everyone. It was not a voice belonging to a person or to an animal that any of them knew. It was something else, but it didn't matter right now. "Goblin 6, what's your status?"

"The upper levels are secure," a woman's voice replied in a rather low, gruff voice. "All above ground escape routes are on lockdown. Waiting on you sir."

"Alpha Team, have you retrieved the sample yet?" The USS command's impatient voice sounded almost immediately after.

"Affirmative. Heading to the rendezvous point."

"Understood."

"You're very welcome," Viper muttered under his breath, not even trying to hide the intense hatred he was feeling for. In fact, he was ready to tear the earpiece off and curse an earful at this high and mighty son of a bitch, but Lupo, who was standing next to him, placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed gently.

"For once, I agree with the kid. An added bonus is in order for this mission."

"Beltway, shut your mouth. I'll have them dock your pay if I hear another stupid joke from you."

"Fine, fine! Dios mio, you're one scary woman, captain." Despite being the most imposing in terms of physical appearance, Beltway unconsciously took a step back holding his hands in the air as a gesture of defeat. Lupo's deathly glare was that frightening.

"You too, Viper. Enough with the side commentary."

"Fine."

Let sleeping dogs lie. Or in this case, let sleeping wolves lie. There is nothing more foolish than angering a woman who killed her husband with her bare hands for abusing her children, and then getting acquitted on top of it when tried in court. Viper and Beltway soon after kept sounding off to a bare minimum.

The elevator stopped moving, and they all began running towards the exit, but on their way, all of them started to hear and feel the ground underneath them shaking rhythmically, like they were giant footsteps. Lupo, Vector and Viper, the three fastest members on their feet, were the first to notice.

"Shut up. I will decrease your cut."

"But-"

Viper's words were cut off by another roar, coming from the end of the corridor they just passed.

Lupo turned her head and saw a massive, snarling monster standing over ten feet tall, armed with a large metal pipe bounding towards them. His skin was a sickly shade of some indescribable color, and the muscles particularly on the right half of his body was bulging in an unnatural way, giving it an asymmetrical sillhouette and adding to the bizarreness of its appearance. "SHIT!"

All of them dove out of the way in time. All except the operative carrying the case, that is. The first blow glanced off the surprisingly durable case, but sent him flying into Hunk. The case fell open as it hit the ground, partially dented from the force of the blow and its electronic lock now useless. The samples of the T-Virus and G-Virus contained in vials tumbled out of the case and several of them shattered on impact. Birkin lumbered towards the soldiers, crushing another vial of the T-Virus sample underfoot.

"Merde!" Viper snickered upon hearing Lupo, someone who rarely cursed, curse out loud in her native tongue.

Hunk began firing his weapon at Birkin as soon as he recovered, and noticed the face of the man he just met. Although the body was now unrecognizable, the structure of the head and face had remained the same. It belonged to the man once known as William Birkin, who had apparently injected the G-Virus into himself. "Wolfpack, let's move! Cover me!"

For a second, everyone was stunned, but soon snapped out of it and began firing on Birkin as they made their hasty retreat. Luckily, the virus seemed to have enhanced his strength of the upper body more than anything, and the extra weight created by the engorged torso made mobility one of its weak points.

The virus sample had been destroyed. Now that it has leaked out, it was only a matter of time before it tears Raccoon City up from the inside out. Viper picked up the pace as he continued to steady his breathing. Fighting an enemy that will wave off rifle rounds like mosquito bites was nothing short of suicide. An RPG or a rocket launcher or even a tank would be good to have right now, but as they are unavailable, their only option was to run.

"Some good news and bad news, captain. Good news: according to floor plans our current route is shortest for escape. Bad news: we have special operatives waiting to give us warm welcome after hacking some cameras. Not too much of a problem if it was them alone, but we have monster on our tail."

"Well done," Lupo nodded as she looked over her shoulder to make sure they were out of reach. "We'll think of something later. For now, keep moving!"

Hunk and Beltway were bringing up the rear as they continued to fire on Birkin to look for a weak spot of any kind. Beltway's last shell in his shotgun's chamber loosened a horde of buckshot, burying themselves into his right arm, where there was a giant, bloodshot, unblinking eye that was bulging like a cyst. The already slow advance of Birkin slowed down even more. "Found it!"

"I see, that eye, huh? All units, if Birkin gets too close aim for the eyeball on his right arm."

"Aw, come on, let's give 'im all we got while we got the chance, Mr. Death." Beltway quickly unslung his pack and pulled out a discus the size of a teacup's saucer, and threw it like a frisbee. It did not hit Birkin's new eye, but hitting such a big target was not hard. The center of the disk had a red light that started to blink, and eventually exploded. "Lupo, I just hit him with a directional bomb to slow him down. Move your ass and get more distance between all of you!"

But the G-Virus had blessed Birkin with unimaginable strength as well as regenerative properties and they were ill-equipped to take down the behemoth. He had already taken out one Alpha Team operative, and as Spectre had warned earlier, they had several skirmishes with special operatives.

Once they had broken through that, Hunk started shoving the Wolfpack towards the door. "Come on! Birkin injected himself with the G-Virus, there's nothing you can do. Get out of here and make a full report to management."

Vector stopped Hunk's hand before it hit the switch to lock the door. "What about you, sir?"

"I lost the sample," he grunted with a mild tone of annoyance, but maintaining the matter-of-factness. "I'm going back for it."

"You sure about leaving him alone there?"

"No need to worry. Death never dies. Let's go."

Viper sensed the sunken tone in Vector's voice who rarely displayed his emotions, if any, verbally or otherwise. He remained silent all the way to keep the flutter in his voice from being detected.