*Click* The door's lock turned and Chris slipped inside quietly. He had snuck by some guards from the outside, as things were calm after Claire so called imprisonment. Leon had contacted Chris and notified him that they were on their way to the lab in Richmond, Virginia. With that Chris was content knowing Leon, Jill, and Rebecca were coming to Claire's rescue. He entered the office labeled A. Hastings PhD, Bio-Organics. He assumed he would find something here. He walked over to the desk and turned on the computer. A security screen appeared and required a password and login. He reached his phone and dialed Rebecca. Five minutes later he was in and searching the files. One particularly sparked his interest. T-Veronica: Advanced. He clicked on the file and was brought to research notes they had not seen before. He quickly scanned the notes and sent a copy to Jill, Leon, and Rebecca. He read on and on and then came upon a paragraph talking about a so called 'advanced version' the T-Veronica virus. It simply stated that the new version had made certain subjects mutate. On one rare occasion the subject had gained inhuman speed and strength, as well as advanced senses. Hmph. This seemed bad, even for Umbrella. Then an update bar showed up at the top of the screen. It was a message from an Umbrella lab
It read, "Update on Umbrella lab in Richmond, Virginia. Outbreak has occurred. Self-destruction was initiated." Chris felt his heart drop. Surely Claire would be able to make her escape then. If he knew his sister, he knew that's what she would do. He sent the crew a message telling them of the news.
Rebecca sent a response almost immediately, "Don't worry Chris were almost there. We'll get her back." Chris could almost imagine her cheery voice saying those words. He had to get out of here and go help Claire in any way he could. With that he left the office and snuck out of the warehouse.
Claire had now exactly four minutes to escape the lab before it detonated. She had tied a piece of a lab coat around her wound to stop the bleeding. Then she started to move. She wasn't about to die in an Umbrella lab because of gunshot wound. She reached the door, which was closed, and then it swung open, sending her back onto the floor. Fuck! The pain wasn't making it much easier. She looked up and was staring a tall man wearing all black. Wesker.
"You show up at the worst times you know." She grunted in pain.
He ignored her, walked past Claire, and walked towards the desk. He looked desperate. He was looking for something. The samples? He went towards where the case used to be. Too late, she thought to herself as she weakly attempted to get up off the floor. Wesker then turned his attention to the floor where the broken vials lied. She was now halfway out the door. As, she staggered towards the exit located at the end of the hall, her arm burned. Whether it was the glass or the contents it contained, she didn't know. She kept limping away and hoped that Wesker was still distracted by the broken vials, but something told her he wasn't. As quickly as he came, he exited the room, and caught up to her. He grabbed her and pressed her against the wall by her throat.
"Do you care to explain what happened to the contents of the case, Miss Redfield?" He was grabbing her throat hard and she tried to pry his hands from her throat with her bloodied hands. He then looked down and noticed the arm injury as well as the glass shards.
"Your idiot…guards happened. That's…what happened.." She was now gasping for air.
"You care to explain this Miss Redfield?" He motioned towards her arm.
Before any respond slipped from her lips, a loud voice rung throughout the laboratory,
"One minute before detonation. All employees make their way to designated safe zone."
At that, Wesker grabbed Claire and began to carry her one, one arm under her knees and the other lifting her back. Caught off guard, she started kicking and punching him as hard as she could.
Obviously making it difficult for him, Wesker stated, "I'm trying to save your life, Miss Redfield. If that laceration on your arm suggests what I think it suggests, you may be worth keeping alive."
Obviously defeated, Claire had no other option but to remain calm and not make this take longer than it needed to. Wesker easily managed to navigate his way around the labs and offices. As they neared an exit, a loud gurgle came from behind them. Claire's eyes dashed forward and back, and then she saw it. A licker was chasing after them. She instinctively reached for her gun to find nothing there. She then saw Wesker's gun tucked into a holster he had on his mid-section. She thought before reaching for it. This would end one of two ways. One: Wesker would allow her to grab the gun and shoot the licker. Or two: she would attempt to grab it, and Wesker's cat reflexes would kick in, causing him to drop her or maybe even worse. Screw it, she thought. It was getting too close for comfort. Her hand brushed against his mid-section and she felt him stiffen a little. She got the gun and shot the creature chasing them. It stopped it for a second, but it was determined. She was going to shoot once again, when she heard an explosion. Then another and another. The explosions were getting louder. Then, one appeared very close by, so close that Claire felt the heat of the flames that engulfed the room afterwards. She turned to look at the path ahead but was distorted by brightness then suddenly she was engulfed by silence as well.