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Finished

"Open up!" Chris ordered. "What's the point of leading us here if you're just going to lock us out?"

For a few seconds, there was nothing. Then, finally, the door hissed and opened. They all swept into the room instantly, only to stop, staring around at the room. Three corpses lay on the ground, a shattered stasis pod sat against the back wall, and numerous more pods lined the wall, each with a partially developed humanoid creature inside, though none were recognizable, and some of them were little more than a fetus. Finally, they all turned their guns to the man at the main computer, only for their weapons to immediately drop as the man turned toward them, wearing only a pair of pants he'd stolen from one of the corpses.

"Agent!" Sheva gasped, all but running forward to hug him, Agent holding her tightly.

"How are you alive?" Chris asked, staring at him.

"It's a bit of a confusing explanation," Agent said. "To put it as basically as I can, I'm not the Agent you knew."

"What?" Sherry asked.

"He's a clone," Jake said. "Just like the soldiers we've been killing to get here, and just like the Agent we knew. All clones."

Agent nodded. "That's right." He gestured to the stasis tanks. "The Organization perfected cloning and began to make both troops and administration units. Of course, they also hired normal people to work on the surface levels, to avoid anyone realizing they only had three faces among all of their employees, but all field agents and anyone who handled anything mission related was a clone. The Agent you knew was an administration model, designed with a higher IQ but at the cost of physical capabilities. However, due to the field agent they had at that complex being killed by the infected that had escaped, they sent him as a stand-in while they grew a more capable clone to go and clean things up if the administration model failed to accomplish his mission of beginning the Purge Protocol. Since he was able to stop the Purge Protocol and destroyed the complex and all of the infected inside of it, the leader of the Organization is decidedly displeased with all of you."

"But, if you're not the Agent we knew, why are you helping us?" Jill asked.

Agent nodded. "Each clone has a neural implant which records their memories, and the memories are stored here." He gestured at the computer. "One of these corpses was the best friend of the Agent you knew prior to the mission. He was too smart for his own good, and he came down here to hack his account and give himself a raise. Instead, he found these clones, the memories of the Agent you knew, and all of the data pertaining to the cloning process. He decided to save his friend, so he uploaded the memories of the Agent you knew into the only clone ready for implantation. As they were being uploaded, however, the BSAA began to arrive, and security moved to use this computer to secure the facility, only to find him. He pretended to have only just arrived, and the security personnel," he gestured to the other two corpses, both of whom were also clones and one of them missing his pants, "killed him. However, as he collapsed, one of his arms hit the release button and let the clone, and let me, out. The security personnel thought I was comatose, and moved in to kill me, only to find that I was far from defenseless. Once I'd killed them, I finished the memory transfer."

"So...you have all of the other Agent's memories?" Sherry asked.

"I do," Agent nodded.

"Then you are the Agent we knew!" Sherry said.

"In a manner of speaking, yes, and in another, no," Agent said. "In any event, that's not important." He pressed a button and a section of blank wall to their left began to slide apart, revealing an armory with a door on the far side. "The leader of the Organization has retreated to his private safe room at the far end of these rooms. He has several lines of defense, besides this room. This is his private armory. After that will be a pair of T-One-Zero-Three Tyrants. After them will be a squad of the Organization's perfected clones. Elites. Mentally, they'll probably surpass all of you, and they'll likely be just below Jake for physical abilities. After them will be the Organization's leader, and he has the perfected version that experimental virus that burned out with him. It's in a syringe and is only a single dose, so if we make it to him, he'll likely use it on himself."

"Great," Chris sighed. "How do we beat all of that?"

"We're going to cheat," Agent said, walking to the armory. "Just watch."

He began to pull things from the shelves and silhouette stands around the room, pulling them on. There were a pair of pants, a jacket, and a flak that were all designed with hexagons in the material, a gas mask with glowing white-blue eyes, black gloves and boots, hexagon-patterned knee and elbow pads, and a Mercworx Sniper Standard knife like the one he'd had at the complex.

"Here," Chris said, tossing him a pistol. "You might like this."

Agent raised an eyebrow, inspecting the Kimber 1911 Custom TLE II in his hand. Its metal was all black, and the grips on the sides were ivory-white. It was chambered for .500 S&W like a Lightning Hawk or Elephant Killer, its barrel was threaded for a suppressor, and there was an under-barrel flashlight with a laser sight at its center. The magazine was extended to double its normal length, as were the other four in the slots to either side of the holster on the leg harness Chris held out to him.

"Now this is a thing of beauty," Agent grinned, holstering the pistol and strapping it to his leg.

He glanced back into the control room, however, and walked back out, kneeling beside Marcus's body and took a holster from his leg, along with its magazines, stuffing them into his own ballistic vest and attaching the holster to his vest, then drew the pistol, pulling its slide back to check its chamber. Marcus's gun was a H&K P30L with a custom compensator and extended magazines. The internal components of his friends were also customized to near perfection with a two-and-a-half-pound trigger pull, smoother action, and reduced recoil. Marcus had prized his pistol above any of his guns, and his own collection had made Agent's seem like a bunch of Nerf toys.

"That's a nice gun," Leon said. "Customized?"

"Heavily," Agent nodded, holstering it again. "Now, let's get going."

"One last gift," Sheva said, taking a weapon from her back she hadn't used and holding it out.

Agent grinned instantly, accepting the RONII Carbine Kit and grabbing a few Glock magazines from a rack beside him. He nodded, then started forward, heading for the next door. However, he paused at a railing with almost a dozen rocket launchers ranging from RPGs to AT-4s. He turned, grabbing two AT-4s and slinging them across his back, and the others all followed his lead, grabbing rocket launchers as well. Jill and Leon both kept an RPG each ready.

"Two for our first welcoming committee?" Agent asked.

"Of course," Leon said. "We'd be terrible guests if we didn't bring gifts."

Agent nodded and walked over to a control panel on the wall, typing for a moment. A second later, the doors hissed open, and the two Tyrants turned toward them, only for Jill and Leon to greet them with their rockets, instantly killing them both. They tossed them aside, grabbing fresh ones before slinging them as they all crossed the room. Everyone took up positions on either side of the doors, but when they opened, Agent walked through calmly, the others exchanging surprised glances before following. They walked into the huge room, which was filled with standing steel walls ten feet wide and twenty tall, steel half-walls, and moving, three-dimensional silhouette targets. Lined up on the far side of the room were six clones, all wearing the usual gear, but each of them holding a G36.

"Agent," one of them greeted Agent.

"Agent," Agent nodded. "I told you once before I went to that facility that I didn't trust the Organization."

"You did," the clone nodded. "And now, here we are."

"They tried to kill me," Agent said.

"And now you've reincarnated into an Elite Clone," the clone said. "And you broadcast all of your memories to all of us."

"Yes, I did," Agent nodded. "What's your answer?"

The clone was silent for a few seconds. "I don't care much about saving the world. But we are not expendable just because we're clones. Let's kill him."

Agent nodded and the five clones turned, one of them walking to the controls to the next door. As the door hissed open, the head of the Organization turned to them, his upper body bare and rippling under his flesh, his bones rearranging themselves grotesquely and noisily. He turned toward them, his irises paling quickly.

"Congratulations, Agent," he said, as they all moved around the sparse but luxurious furniture, his voice a dry hiss. "You've managed to fuck everything! I hope you...PROUD! ! !"

As he yelled, the flesh on his left arm below the elbow and the right below his bicep exploded off in ribbons. In their place were arms made of bone. The right had a jagged spike on the back of its elbow, then at the wrist transformed into mass of bone with one large spike extending forward into a two-foot spear, then with smaller spikes around it, and a single bone spike sticking up and backward just outside its arm. The left arm had one long, jagged, bone blade reaching back past the elbow, then fin-like bone blades along the outside of the forearm until the wrist where the arm transformed into one, long blade except for one claw where his thumb had been. His skin paled rapidly to an ashen white-grey, four long, thin, jagged tentacles burst from his back in sprays of blood, the majority of his hair fell out, and his lower jaw split down the middle and folded outward, his flesh splitting as it went, allowing blood to run down his body as his suddenly two-foot-long tongue flailed in the air before him. His teeth clattered to the ground and fangs, both needle-like ones and extended canines, grew in, including on the insides of the skin flaps his lower jaw's halves had made. He roared, and Agent narrowed his eyes.

"You're as ugly as your personality, now, Captain Riker," Agent said, raising his RONII.

"Kill it!" Jake shouted, everyone opening fire and scattering.

In the time it took to blink, Riker's tentacles had lashed outward, across the room, catching two of the Elite clones across the chest and splitting them like a raindrop through mist, a third caching Deborah and similarly splitting her, only for her to heal instantly. Then, everyone's bullets began to slam home, only to have no obvious effect. In fact, any bullet holes they opened sealed instantly, and Riker began to stalk toward them regardless. A tentacle lashed out at Jake, but he dove to the side. Agent spun around one as he swapped out his Glock's first mag, opening fire again the moment he had evaded the tentacle, and still Riker simply allowed himself to be shot, striking with his tentacles, hitting no one. Then, all at once, his strategy changed. He launched himself across the room, causing several of them to accidentally shoot another, though fortunately only in their ballistic vests. However, Riker managed to catch two more of the Elite clones off guard, impaling them on his arms before turning and hurling them. Just as he did, the first rocket slammed into him, one of Agent's two fired by the last Elite clone. It exploded, rocking Riker back a step just before Chris fired his Elephant Killer, Leon fired his Lightning Hawk, and Agent his new Magnum 1911. All three shots exploded into Riker's face and chest together, hurling him backward into the wall. Deborah, who was beside him, lashed outward with her tentacles instantly, but Riker's own shredded them. Deborah screamed in pain, staggering away, and Riker leapt at her, only for a bolt of lightning to flash across the room, exploding into Riker and sending him bouncing through the door into the previous room. He bounced and flipped away, and Piers sighed, shrinking his arm back to normal and lifting his gun again as they all ran back to that room.

Riker pushed himself up, shrieking in rage, then snapped his jaws closed on a rocket from Jill's RPG. However, just as it caught it, Agent and the other Elite clone fired, Agent using his RONII, and hit the rocket, which exploded instantly, hurling Riker backward. Sherry and Helena both fired their own the moment Riker landed, the two rockets exploding and hurling Riker again, only for him to land on his feet, roaring. His body was scorched and missing pieces, but any pieces missing simply exposed more bone.

"I'm getting really sick of this!" Piers said, everyone scattering into cover, opening fire.

Agent ducked behind a wall and dropped into a crouch just before a tentacle stabbed through the wall at him. However, before it could pull back, Leon fired a careful burst, taking the tentacle off a couple feet from Riker, the tentacle streaking back and sinking into Riker entirely. Riker turned, leaping at Leon instantly, but Leon avoided Riker's left arm's blade just before Helena held a three-barreled shotgun to his head. All three shells went off and hurled Riker away, and the moment he crashed down on his stomach, everyone opened fire on his back, taking his tentacles off after a few seconds. Riker roared, exploding off of the ground to the ceiling, then from there at Jake. Deborah intercepted him, allowing him to stab her through the abdomen before driving three of her tentacles through him, using them to force him back, then slamming him to the ground in front of Jake as she healed. Jake shot forward, smashing a string of devastating blows into Riker before Deborah's tentacles shot out, stacking in front of Jake and yanking him backward while shielding him from Riker's right arm. A split second later, Piers' right arm sent a blast into Riker, sending him bouncing across the room. As he slammed into the wall beside the door back into his safe room, Leon, Chris, Jake, and Deborah's rockets slammed into him and the wall around him, exploding and blasting the wall apart, sending him exploding through a hundred-thousand-dollar sofa and glass coffee table before he crashed into the far wall. As he pushed himself up and roared again, they all narrowed their eyes. He was more bone than flesh now, looking largely the same otherwise. They all opened fire rapidly, their bullets shipping at his bones, only for them to reform instantly. Riker roared, launching himself at them again, and Agent shoved Sheva aside, then spun aside from Riker's left arm's blade, which stabbed into the ground. Instantly, Jake slammed a palm strike into the flat side of it, snapping it off, and Riker roared in pain, only for Agent to flash, shimmer, and vanish. Riker's head snapped around just before a strike, of one kind or another, slammed into his right cheek. Several more slammed into him, knocking him backward quickly before several gunshots went off, large chunks of Riker's body being blasted free. Then, Riker's left arm was grabbed, and he was sent flipping across the room, several shots blasting holes in his body. The others all opened fire again as Agent reappeared where Riker had been, his jacket, pants, and vest steaming. All of their bullets slammed into Riker rapidly, making him roar in pain, his left arm finishing restoring itself finally. However, when Riker launched himself at Sherry, Jake leapt into the air, a Superman punch slamming into the side of his torso, shattering the bones making it up and sending Riker exploding into the wall. One of Deborah's tentacles stabbed down into his back instantly to hold him down and he shrieked and writhed as their bullets slammed into him.

Then, he contorted, managing to slash off Deborah's tentacle before leaping at Sheva, only for Sheva's first of two rockets to explode against his chest, hurling him into the wall again. Piers blasted him instantly, only stopping just before Jake, Agent, and the last Elite clone reached Riker. Riker roared, lunging, and swiping with both arms, only for the two clones to stop his arms with a foot, allowing Jake to punch him back into the wall. As soon as he had, the clones spun, each swinging a windmill kick between themselves and slamming it into Riker's fast, shattering his skull. However, all three continued to rain blows into both his head and torso, knowing full well that they hadn't done nearly enough to kill him. Finally, Riker exploded off the wall, slashing at all three. Jake and Agent both managed to evade the strikes, but Riker managed to impale the last Elite clone through the heart.

"Fuck...you...Riker!" the Elite clone snarled, then stuffed a grenade down Riker's throat.

The explosion blasted his torso apart, and Riker collapsed, the Elite clone crashing down on Riker's four-poster bed. Everyone kept their guns trained on Riker, however, waiting. Finally, his body began to convulse and writhe, a shriek echoing from its head as bone spider legs extended from it, dragging it over to the body rapidly. However, Riker didn't reform his own body. Instead, infected flesh began to gush from inside of the bones, engulfing the bones rapidly and pulling it all in before expanding and changing its shape quickly.

"This guy's persistent," Leon said.

"How many rockets do we have left?" Chris asked.

"Six," Agent counted. "Think Riker's got a core we have to hit?"

"I don't much care," Piers said, passing his last rocket to Jill, who had only had her one. "I think six rockets should do it."

"One would think the same about four, and about a grenade shoved down his throat," Sheva said.

"True," Piers admitted.

As the infected flesh finished reshaping itself, it had formed a massive creature with four legs around its base, a long tail with more than a dozen eyeballs along it and in a mass at the end, staring around in every direction, a pair of humanoid arms with long claws at the ends and bone spikes bristling from them along their entire length, and a massive gash along the entire top three-quarters of its body that was spread open and was bristling with fangs ranging from about arm-length to needle-sized running from outer row in. Everyone scattered instantly, just before Riker swung his arm, spines firing from them with all the speed of bullets. They buried themselves in the walls at the same time as everyone else's bullets slammed into Riker. He continued to fire, his four legs scuttling rapidly to turn him around as he fired in every direction. Deborah was hit first, the spine punching through her shoulder. Pierce took the next to his right arm, but the spine shot back out as he mutated his arm again and the wound sealed. Sherry took two to the abdomen, just below her vest. Jake took one to his shoulder. Leon and Chris both took one directly to the steel plate of their ballistic vests, before Agent managed to shoot two shots into one of Riker's legs, blasting it off. Riker crashed to the ground instantly and Agent pivoted.

"Blind him!" Agent shouted.

Everyone standing fired at the tail, eyes exploding into paste rapidly. Unlike his ability to heal before his transformation, Riker's eyes didn't regenerate, and his leg was regrowing slowly. However, his spines regenerated instantly, and he was using them to his best effect. Helena took one to the thigh. Sheva took one to the abdomen, Debora took an entire spray between her waist and her throat, Chris got one in the bicep, Leon got one to the bicep and another to the shin, Agent and the Elite clone both took one to the side. Finally, however, Piers managed to strike the end of Riker's tail directly with a bolt of lightning and all of the eyes burst like zits. Riker screamed instantly, firing blindly, grazing most of them, and hitting Piers and Chris both in the shoulder. Agent lay down flat, as did Leon, both firing their Magnums quickly, removing the rest of Riker's legs. As he crashed down on his back, everyone dragged themselves to their feet, anyone who had a rocket launcher pulling it off of their back as Piers sent a continuous bolt of electricity into Riker.

"Just die!" Agent shouted.

Six rockets flew inward to the center of the room and impacted directly against Riker's sides. The explosion dwarfed Riker's body, and as the flames slowly faded, Riker's body was beginning to steam and liquify. Everyone waited, their guns trained on him silently as more and more of his body liquified until finally, only his human body remained. He pushed himself up slowly, trembling, and coughed up blood.

"I don't...deserve...to die!" Riker raged.

"Yes, you do," Agent said, firing Marcus's pistol into his face at the same time as the Elite clone fired a shot from his Smith and Wesson 500.

Riker's head all but exploded, and his body collapsed to the ground, melting away in seconds. Everyone groaned in relief, collapsing to the ground just as BSAA troops finally reached them, flooding into the room and beginning to hurry to take everyone to the nearest medic.

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