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Penelope and Leon were due at the warehouse soon, the night dispersed into day, but the earth died long ago. Ada waited upon the roof top, her mind flashing back, aching at her soul to what the world had come to. She might be bitter and reluctant but now, things were the same as her, a lot of work. Crows squawked at the mysterious figure on the rooftop as she watched over the extraordinary highlights of Beijing. What was left of it, at least. Leon. Whispering echoed in the breeze. Ada attempted to keep herself out of sight on the murky rooftop. Leon stood with this "Penelope" if, that was to be her real name, by one of the side entrances. Gun tight to his chest, Leon motioned that the coast was clear for the backstabber. Ada grunted. This was gonna be interesting, to say the least.
"All clear Penelope," Leon whispered quietly as the brunette tip toed inside. Leon glanced behind him, he was met with a disgraceful picture of a wreckage, pretty common nowadays. He closed the door swiftly and the crows flew away in a pack. Ada appeared from the other side of the warehouse upon landing. Arms flung across her chest, Ada took a brief second to calculate the situation in her head, that was what she was going to do. She hesitated a while longer, giving the two agents time to advance so she could stay in the shadows.
Penelope staggered around the warehouse,lights dimmed and shook above. The incessant dripping of a leakage echoed on the bare walls. Leon followed not far behind her. Gigantic clowns heads were strown all over the place, jack in the boxes broken and toy cars dismantled. Penelope came to a set of double doors and went to the right hand side and indicated to Leon to go to the left. The two exchanged various hand signals before kicking the doors in and raising their hand guns to attention. A radio played '80 's music quietly, the room was filled with conveyor belts. This was the main factory. The two eased up a bit. Suddenly, the radio cut off, the conveyor belts began circulating and load moans came from close by. Leon turned his head to what seemed to be a commanding room up above with some stairs not far away. He elbowed his partner and pointed to the little room. She nodded hesitantly. Leon began walking towards the steps as Penelope sneakily placed a miniature piece of C4 under part of the convayeor belt. She let out half a smirk. This place was going to go out with a bang.
Ada entered the warehouse briskly and, unlike the previous investigators, wasn't to bothered of being attacked. Living on the edge, that's what keeps Ada going, not knowing whats around the corner makes everything more enjoyable. Her bow and arrow ready to shot at an immediate reaction, she made her way through the room with the clowns, jack in the boxes and toy cars. She noticed something out the corner of her eye. Swinging to her left, Ada looked to see a darkened corridor. The darkness made it look empty, she kept her crossbow ready to fire as she got closer. A bark came and an infected dog jumped out at Ada. She cartwheeled to her right, avoiding the raging dog and shot it right in its chest as it crashed to the floor.
Leon swung the door wide open with Penelope aiming over his shoulder. From their current sight, the room was empty, but Leon turned right and saw a woman attached to the control box.
She had duck tape over her mouth and looked frightened to death. She was the one leaning back on the lever for the conveyor belt. Leon put his gun down and made his way to the hostage. The woman shook her head helplessly and tried to get his attention as Leon took an impactful blow to the head.
Elsewhere in China...
The masked man walked round the streets, his crew executing the undead without any remorse. An old chinese infected woman raged on to confront the masked man. He looked up blocked her attempt to seize him by the neck and flipped her over sending her down for a painful ride to the floor. He ripped out a knife from his pocket and impaled the woman, blood splashing his mask. His eyes, blue and deep, his blonde hair could be seen. The men turned to him to check on him.
"Sir!" one shouted whilst grasping a machine gun. The man looked at hims slowly and looked fierce. He motioned for his guard to give him his shotgun. The guard nodded and passed it over. The masked man smiled...BANG! A shotgun shell flew through the guard like a knife to butter. He collapsed and the masked man grinned like a Cheshire cat.
"May that be a message to you all," he called out. The mask was taken off. Albert Wesker.