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Facility
Agent stared at the mill through the binoculars. He could see something moving in the window of the second floor, but he couldn't tell anything about if it was actually a person or what they were doing.
"Large open field, second story window, no cover anywhere," Agent mused. "It's probably a sniper."
"Maybe," Leon nodded. "Who wants to risk it?"
"I will," Agent said. "You guys be ready to take him out if he shoots at me."
Leon nodded, drawing one of his pistols while Helena drew her only one, a Steyr M9. Beside him, Sheva drew a Beretta M9 and nodded to him. Agent returned the gesture then stepped out of the trees, walking toward the mill. As he did, his eyes roved the building and the surrounding area, but never left the window for long. Finally, as he reached halfway, he saw the end of a rifle's muzzle enter the light inside the window and hurled himself to the side just as a shot rang out, the ground where he had been kicking up. Several gunshots rang out instantly as he sprinted to the door, kicking it in. Instantly, three men, all dressed as farmers and wielding either a splitting maul, a pitchfork, and a sickle, all charged at him, the one with the axe reaching him first and swinging it at him.
Agent sidestepped the axe, catching the man's wrist and taking the axe with his free hand before shoving him back into the other two. The one with the pitch fork shoved him aside and stabbed at Agent only for Agent to knock the pitch fork aside with his new axe, slamming the back side into the man's head and dropping him. The last one hurled his sickle and Agent avoided it, slamming the blunt side of the axe into his head too before letting it go and spinning, slamming a windmill kick into the one whose axe he had stolen's head. Once all three were unconscious, he sprinted to a stairwell, sprinting up them and drawing his Tavor, aiming at the window just as he got up the stairs and stopping, seeing the man lying on the ground with several bullet holes through his torso. However, just as he arrived, the man began to push himself up, groaning.
"Oh now that's cool," Agent grinned.
The man turned to him, growling like an animal as his eyes glowed red. Agent raised his rifle, placing a bullet between his eyes and the man dropped again. After another moment, the others all arrived, staring at the man as his body began to melt, becoming nothing more than a wet puddle of red and brown on the floor. Agent walked forward, picking up the man's rifle before looking at the others.
"He had a virus," Agent said. "You guys hit him in the chest, a lot, and he still got up again."
He looked out the window just in time to see movement in the trees. He raised the rifle, looking through the scope. It wasn't a great rifle. Just an old bolt action springfield. However, it did have advantages over his Tavor. Such as allowing him to see the thing crawling through the trees. Four-legged and with an exposed brain.
"Licker," Agent said.
"You're sure?" Leon asked.
"Four legs and an exposed brain," Agent said.
"Yeah that's a Licker," Sheva said, raising her hand to her communicator ear piece. "Chris, it's Sheva. There's a Licker here, and an infected townsperson."
"Copy that," Chris said. "We're almost at the mansion. We'll probably lose comms inside."
"Got it," Leon said just as Agent fired, the Licker flipping backward as the bullet hit its brain.
He waited, watching as the Licker rolled over, turning back toward the building, receiving another bullet. Again it rolled over, but after a third bullet it began to melt away.
"Got it," Agent said, lowering the rifle just as several more, maybe six, stepped out of the trees. "Shit. There's more."
Leon and Helena both hurried over to look just as Agent opened fire on the new group. For a moment, it was working. Then, the rifle ran dry. He looked around for extra ammo but there was nothing. He cursed, throwing the rifle aside just as there was a growl behind them. He spun, raising his rifle and stared at the three men he had incapacitated. One had a severely broken hand and handcuffs hanging from the other, one's hand was completely ripped off, and one wasn't even cuffed.
"Joy," Agent sighed.
The man in the center's mouth stretched open freakishly wide as he roared, staggering forward, hand and stump both held out, only for Leon to put a bullet in his head, dropping him. The other two charged and Sheva and Helena dropped both. Then, a Licker leapt over the edge of the catwalk they were on, tackling Sheva. Agent's Tavor clicked as it entered full auto before roaring to life, the Licker's head all but exploding for a moment, the bullets managing to knock its body off of her completely.
"Thanks," Sheva said as he helped her up. "You're pretty good with that thing."
"Thank you," Agent said. "But there's a slight problem."
"What's that?" Leon asked.
"I was only able to kill three of them before the gun went dry," Agent said.
"So where the hell did the other two go?" Leon asked, raising his pistol and taking a step forward, only for the sound of wood creaking to echo from below the edge.
They all froze, guns raised. Then, a man with a tight black shirt with three quarter sleeves black jeans with suspenders for his pistol belt, a Ruger 909 on his hip, black gloves, brown leather boots, and a scar across his left cheek stepped up from the ladder.
"Anybody call an exterminator?" the man asked, holding up a Licker's head that looked to have been literally ripped off. "You seem to have a bit of a pest problem."
"Jake?" Leon asked before grinning. "Jesus, what took you so long?"
"Sorry, I had to work my way past the locals without being caught," Jake said. "So, where's Supergirl?"
"Supergirl?" Agent asked.
"She went with Chris and Jill," Leon said.
"Oh, so the famous Jill Valentine's here too, huh?" Jake asked. "Excellent. Well, at least they can handle themselves." He turned to Agent for the first time, seemingly just taking notice of him. "Oh, and who might you be?"
"Agent," Agent said. "Yes, I know it's a stupid name."
"Heh, fitting though," Jake grinned. "Easy to remember. Is there an airborne virus I don't know about?"
"It's my organization's SOP to wear it at all times, to protect against airborne viruses like the C Virus, if we find one, at the same time as help remove our identities," Agent explained.
"Sort of like having a name like Agent given would," Jake said.
"Touché," Agent nodded. "So, now what do we do?"
Leon opened his mouth to speak just as his radio went off loudly, several gunshots ringing out from it.
"Leon! Leon it's Chris! We need backup! And a lot of it! Jesus, there's an entire facility under the mansion! It's swarming with infected!"
"What virus?" Leon asked.
"All of them!" Chris shouted before swearing a second before the radio went to static.
"We need to move," Leon said, the others all nodding.
Then, they all turned, running out of the mill, and toward the mansion. As they ran, they could hear something chasing them. Agent glanced back but couldn't see anything. Finally, they reached the village and turned down the road to the mansion.
"God it's...a long way," Agent said as they ran, breathing hard.
"Maybe..if you...took off the...gas mask...you could...run better," Helena said.
"Sounds like you two need some cardio training," Jake grinned back at them, easily running at the speed they were.
"Maybe," Agent said. "Usually don't...run five miles...in gear," Agent said.
Jake chuckled, before his face turned serious. He turned back to the front, taking off at nearly double their speed, Agent groaning. The others began to take off too, Helena managing to keep up with Leon, barely, but Sheva noticed that Agent couldn't and dropped back beside him.
"You okay?" Sheva asked.
"Never been...a great...runner," Agent panted.
"Don't worry," Sheva said. "We're almost there."
Agent nodded just as they stepped around a bend in the road and the mansion came into view. It was enormous. It had fading and chipped grey paint on it, stood four stories high, and was probably a couple thousand feet across.
"I want...a house...that big...someday," Agent panted.
"Same," Sheva agreed.
Finally, they reached the foot of the stairs leading up to the mansion. The front door was open and when they reached the foyer, Leon and Helena were both waiting, catching their breath. Jake, on the other hand, was busy trying to kick down a solid wrought iron door in the back wall.
"Jake it's not working, even you're not strong enough," Leon finally groaned. "There you two are."
"Sorry," Agent panted, bending over.
"We need to find the key," Jake growled.
"I have...my own," Agent panted before holding up a block of C4. "Just for...special occasions."
"I'm starting to like you kid," Jake grinned, taking the C4 and sticking it to the door, wiring it up. "Fire in the hole."
Everyone crouched behind the nearby stairs just as Jake detonated the C4. Then, he sprinted through the doors, the others just behind him. On the other side of the door was a very long hallway ending in an open and empty elevator shaft. Jake didn't even hesitate, leaping to the elevator cable and beginning to climb down hand over hand. The others followed suit until it was only Agent still at the top.
"These people are crazy," Agent muttered before also jumping off, feeling the cable beginning to bite into his flesh as he held on, slowly lowering himself after the others.
After several minutes, he stopped, looking up at the doorway above him, then down at the darkness below. He tapped the side of his mask, its lense activating its night vision mode but still he couldn't see the bottom, or the others. He groaned before pulling out a pair of attachable cable clamps and securing himself before loosening one, allowing himself to drop down the cable rapidly. Finally, he slowed to a stop at the bottom, seeing the others waiting. He released himself from the cable and stored his clamps again before turning to the others. Leon grinned.
"You come prepared," Leon said.
"You never know what you'll find, right?" Agent said.
"Never," Leon nodded. "Come on. We need to find them."
He nodded and they all spread out into the room they were in, finding themselves in a large open room looking something like a parking garage with cement support columns and darkness beyond. Agent looked around slowly, taking in the room. It seemed empty, except for the columns.
"Now which way?" Agent asked.
"Split up into pairs," Leon said. "Call out whatever you find."
The others all nodded, all branching off and spreading out into the base. Agent glanced at Sheva as they walked silently. She looked perfectly calm, despite the fact that there was an overbearing sense of danger everywhere and it was so dark that she probably couldn't see anything. They reached a door, and Agent carefully pushed it open, aiming his 1911 through it. It was clear so he put his pistol away, raising the Tavor instead. They carefully walked through the door, finding themselves at a train station, an empty tunnel running by before them.
"Leon, there's a railway tunnel here," Sheva said.
"Roger, we have one too," Leon said. "Jake?"
"Same," Jake said. "Three tunnels. Must either be a huge underground facility, or one hell of a big base."
"Everyone follow your tunnel," Leon said. "Be careful. If you find one of the others, radio it in. We're not leaving without them."
"Roger," Agent responded.
"Got it," Jake agreed.
"Roger," Sheva said.
Agent raised his rifle again, making his way along the tunnel, Sheva following.
"You have night vision in that mask, don't you?" Sheva asked after several turns.
"I do," Agent nodded. "Very useful. Also very costly to the organization."
"I bet," Sheva nodded.
"Hold on," Agent said, stopping and trailing his hand over a massive gouge in the wall, almost a full finger deep and half a finger wide, reaching probably half the length of Agent's body. "What made this?"
"Something unpleasant," Sheva said, looking around only to stop, turning on her flashlight and illuminating a corpse, one about double a normal human's height. "Uroboros. Executioner Majini."
"It's massive," Agent said, creeping forward.
"No, wait, it's not dead!" Sheva said, taking a step forward to catch him just as the behemoth of a body rolled over, one foot crashing into Agent's entire torso, throwing him backward as Sheva opened fire on the body.
Agent grunted in pain, rolling onto his back and shooting the head several times, the body standing for nearly twenty shots before finally dropping to its knees and beginning to melt.
"Are you alright?" Sheva asked, kneeling beside him.
"Fine," Agent said, pushing himself up. "Knocked the wind out of me is all."
"For future reference, zombies melt when they die," Sheva said.
Agent nodded, looking down the hallway and seeing something staggering toward them. He raised the rifle but waited. "Someone's coming."
After several tense seconds, the figure collapsed. Agent slowly lowered the rifle and they made their way forward. Finally, Sheva's light illuminated a corpse, both of its arms and its gut mangled beyond recognition. Just as they saw it, it also melted, turning into a puddle before evaporating.
"That was a C Virus zombie," Sheva blinked. "I read about them but...I didn't think I'd ever..."
She raised the flashlight, staring down the hallway around a corner as Agent stepped up beside her, also staring. The hallway had roughly thirty vaguely human-shaped cocoons of some copper-colored substance. Sheva raised a hand to her ear.
"Leon, there are C Virus cocoons and zombies here," Sheva said.
"Expect a Lepotitsa," Leon said. "That gas mask might come in handy after all Agent."
Agent nodded slowly as he and Sheva began to make their way through the cocoons, careful not to touch anything. After a very tense few minutes, they reached the far end of the cocoons, continuing down the hallway. Finally, they rounded a corner and found the train. It was shut down, but parked in front of a station. They walked up to it and Agent carefully cracked the door open, peeking through. The train was deserted, except for the blood splattered everywhere and a mangled corpse lying in the middle of a pool of it.
"Body," Agent said, pulling the door open.
Sheva aimed down the train car in a corner of the door while Agent climbed up. Then, he aimed at the body, moving forward while Sheva climbed up and followed. They slowed to a stop over the body. It was wearing an outfit and gear identical to Agent's. Agent knelt, rolling the body away from himself and stared at the velcro patch on the back and the name proudly displayed there.
"Agent?" Sheva read. "Is it your family?"
"I don't have family," Agent said, rolling the body back and pulling the mask and helmet off, dropping them off to the side, staring at the face. "Who the hell are you?"
"Your Organization has two people named Agent, and sent both here?" Sheva asked.
"Looks like it," Agent nodded. "Two Agents? That's about the biggest coincidence I've ever heard of."
"I agree," Sheva nodded.
Agent looked at the other Agent's gas mask, seeing several cracks in the glass and tossing it aside. He turned back to the front, moving to the open side door and raising his Tavor. He carefully looked out, clearing both directions before stepping out, Sheva following him.
"Leon, we found a train," Agent said. "And a dead agent from my organization."
"Anyone you know?" Leon asked.
"No," Agent said. "But I'm supposed to be the only one here. SOP is to never deploy two to the same place."
"Maybe there's a lot about your organization that you don't know," Leon said.
"Seems like it," Agent nodded. "We're going to keep looking around. Be careful."
"You too," Leon said before disconnecting.
"What now?" Sheva asked.
"We need to find the control room," Agent said. "It'll have a record of all messages going out of the facility. I want to know why he's here. And who he is."
"Good idea," Sheva said. "Which way?"
Agent thought for a moment. "This place is set up upside down, I think. Like a subway on the top. If that's true, then the control room would have to be near the bottom."
"Okay," Sheva nodded. "Let's find an elevator."
Agent nodded and they continued, reaching the platform at the front car and stepping off of the train.
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