Good morning, good afternoon, good evening my dears. Sorry for the delay, but I am back! I recovered from pneumonia a few weeks ago, however, my computer broke, look how nice :)
And I could only fix it when I got my payment, which was a week ago (8 days to be exact) and here I am. I apologize for the delay, but I will try to post more frequently for now.
By the way, one thing that many tend to forget (myself included), is that the technology in the world of Resident Evil is somewhat advanced, and I never read any story that really showed this, so I decided to do it myself!
Anyway, I hope you enjoy it! I don't know when I'll post it, but I promise I'll try to be as quick as possible!
The commotion in the place was great, people came and went, and from a distance one could hear the angry shouts of a clearly angry man.
Claire and Sherry looked at each other. Both had a tired, but at the same time somewhat worried look on their faces.
They had finished their TerraSafe tasks. It had been less than an hour and a half since they had returned from their last mission when Claire received a call about Chris.
The older Redfield stormed into the BSAA headquarters and violently beat up Lansdale. He only didn't kill the man because Jill, O'brian and Parker held him down, along with several other FBC guards.
It was then that he showed them a file that incriminated Morgan and, by this time, had spread to both the BSAA and the FBC.
Claire walked at a brisk pace past the guards, hearing Sherry's footsteps just behind her.
As soon as they entered the medical wing where Chris was, they ran their eyes over the commotion.
There were a few BSAA soldiers around, all with guns and circling the monster that was Chris at that moment. Jill was right beside him, trying to calm him down while Parker was lying on a stretcher further down the hall, arms behind his head, making a point of ignoring everything that was going on as if it wasn't his problem, much less involving him in any way.
Well, he kind of didn't need to do much with Chris in that state.
"Chris, for God's sake, calm down! Lansdale is going down anyway now." Jill was trying once again. From the look on her face, it was somewhat obvious that she had been trying to calm the man down for some time now. Probably before they even got there.
"I don't want that son of a bitch behind some iron bars, I want him dead!" Chris replied, even louder, trying to get past the guards, but being held back by them and the woman in front of him.
Claire ran a hand through her hair in mild nervousness. Usually, when Chris got irritated, it was difficult to get him to calm down. However, this situation was somewhat worse, since all the men on his team were dead.
It made total sense for him to be angry, and he was in total right, the point was that at the moment he at least had to stop screaming and threatening every living thing that crossed his path.
"He's hurt." Sherry said, her eyes staring at the claw marks on the man's face.
Claire did not respond, but also observed the wound. The marks were still red and showing, he probably hadn't let anyone bandage them after he had removed the blood soiled bandages.
However, both Sherry and Claire stared at those marks for some time, both feeling somewhat uncomfortable and even a little anxious, because those were very similar to the ones that had once been on the chest of a young cop.
Maybe it was stupid to think that way, stupid to have that sudden fear that somehow, for some reason, Chris would disappear too.
Claire swallowed some saliva, feeling her stomach turn for a few moments as she was struck by memories. It had been so long since she had thought about it that she had even managed to delude herself into believing that she would be able to forget.
Sherry seemed to go through the same thing, but unlike Claire, she recovered faster, and seeing the woman's condition, she decided to take the lead.
Sherry took Claire's hand and approached, making her way through the soldiers surrounding the man.
"Chris." She called out to him, and he immediately looked in her direction as he recognized the younger woman's voice.
"Sherry. Claire." He noticed them, seeming to calm down for a few moments at seeing them there. Somewhat surprised, and especially frightened.
Afraid of what, they didn't know. But they were suspicious. After all, who was to say that Lansdale was the only corrupt person in the FBC, and if that was the case, they would be a good way to inflict pain on him.
Not only that, but who to say that there were not corrupt people among the BSAA itself? That incident on that ship made both Chris, and Jill, open their eyes to this.
The enemy could be closer than imagined.
"We knew what happened. It's okay for you to be angry, Chris. But for the moment, you have to calm down. It's not going to solve anything to be screaming and yelling at the wrong people." Claire said, placing a hand gently on her brother's shoulder, avoiding looking at that injury and concentrating on looking him only in the eye.
Chris made an annoyed grimace and clenched his fists tightly. What he wanted most at that moment was to get out of that room and break Morgan's neck with his bare hands. However, that part that had always been weaker in relation to Claire made his thinking come back. And although he hadn't calmed down much, he concentrated on how he would go about telling the news to the families of the soldiers who had died.
... Bad idea, he only felt worse.
With an annoyed grunt, he sat down on the bed and rested his arm on his thigh while his other hand ran through his short hair.
Claire and Sherry looked at each other. The older one gave a quick glance at Jill, who, despite having asked Chris to calm down, seemed just as... annoyed as he was.
The people around seemed to relax as they saw Chris calm down, although there was still some hesitation among those present.
Claire clasped both hands in front of her body for a few moments, briefly unsure of what to do. She hated seeing her brother like this... she never knew exactly what to do, or say.
Then, slowly, she knelt down in front of him. She knew that his team had been wiped out, and that his mission had been a failure and a success at the same time. She just didn't know the exact details.
"So... can you tell me exactly what happened?" she asked in a soft voice.
Chris didn't look at her for a few moments, until he raised his head and ran his serious eyes over the place.
People knew Chris, or at least, had heard enough about his manner to practically already know that they had better get out of there.
When all those people left the room, after some told Jill they would be around, she sighed again.
"The mission was a trap. Morgan was keeping in touch with that fucking terrorist and sending us to our deaths! Terragrigia, the attacks, all that shit with the T-Abyss... he has involvement with all that bullshit!" Chris said, practically spitting out the words as he felt the anger return and run fierce through his veins.
Jill put a hand on his shoulder, and although he didn't look directly at her, he clicked his tongue as he imagined the face she was making.
An annoyed face, sure, but with that serious tone she always maintained.
"Morgan? Wait, Morgan the FBC head?" Sherry asked. Since she was a member of TerraSafe, she had knowledge about such an important figure as Morgan.
"That bastard indeed." Chris said, shaking his head.
Claire blinked a few times. Of all the things he could say, that was not what she had expected.
"You... I'm sorry but... not to doubt you, Chris, but do you have proof? Morgan is simply not just anyone." Claire asked. Since they had literally just arrived, they still didn't know that the news had already been confirmed and spread. It was then that Jill acted.
She handed a small tablet to the woman, who checked the device for a few moments.
"... Holy shit." Claire said softly, causing Jill to snort, a sneering smile rising on her lips.
"Tell me about it. I'm still having trouble believing it." She said, crossing her arms. "Parker has already started acting. I sent a copy of everything on that tablet to him. The guys will take care of everything." She said, taking a seat right next to Chris, who just snorted in disgust.
It was rather obvious that he wanted to take care of Morgan personally.
"How did you guys get this? Did you spy on him?" Sherry asked from beside Claire.
"... There was this guy on the ship. He wore a mask with a symbol of a skull, nothing but that as identification. I have no idea where he came from, or what organization he was from. He... helped us and gave us this information." Chris replied, not hiding his clear despondent tone, suspicious even.
"... And what happened to him?" Claire asked with some hesitation.
"We don't know. We left the ship together, but... well, it looks like he put something in those water bottles. When we woke up, we were off the coast of Africa with a radio in contact with Neil Fisher, alone. We have no idea where he went." Jill said, hearing an annoyed grunt from Chris, which caused her to roll her eyes.
"He saved our lives. In my defense, I didn't think he would save us only to kill us later. There was no way I could have known." Jill said, even though Chris didn't say a word.
"I'm not blaming you. Just... be more careful in similar situations in the future." Chris said, a little embarrassed by the way he acted, perhaps?
"Whatever it was, he was prepared. And we're still alive, so I guess it wasn't that bad." He said, before Jill could respond in any way. "Anyway, I'll... look, I'll try to get some sleep, okay? If I leave here now, I don't know what I can do." He said, alternating his gaze between the three women there.
"Have you eaten anything yet?" Claire asked, leaving her tablet on the table beside her.
"I'll eat something later." Chris replied, lying down on the bed, leaving his right hand over his face.
Claire sighed and exchanged a few glances with Jill, just before the three walked out of the room.
Jill, as soon as she closed the door, lightly massaged her left shoulder. She hadn't exactly rested very well in the last few hours, not to mention that her mind was as tired as her body.
"You should stay inside with him, Jill. To be honest, you don't look very well." Claire said, putting both hands in the pockets of her jacket. In response, Jill just huffed slightly.
"I'm fine. But the bed looks tempting right now, really. I think I'll just eat something and go to my room." She said, starting to walk beside both women. "So, how was the TerraSafe mission?"
Claire and Sherry looked at each other.
"It went... well, all things considered. Well, the situation was a bit of a tragedy but... we were able to help in any way we could, even though we weren't able to help everyone." Sherry said, perhaps a little sheepishly, but knowing how to hide it well in her voice, not making it too obvious to the point that Jill would notice. But Claire could tell by the simple fact that she spent time with Sherry every day.
She knew that girl better than she knew herself sometimes.
"Well, that's the way things are, unfortunately. But you've done everything you can, so there's no need to dwell on it." Jill said, stopping in front of the cafeteria door, still looking at the two of them.
"Well, if you're going to stick around, check on Chris in a few hours, will you? I'll join Parker later." Jill said, and in response, Claire just nodded, and the women went their separate ways.
"See, I told you the same thing. I understand how you feel, Sherry, but... it is what it is." Claire said, sighing slightly. She felt the same way as the girl next to her, like she could have done more, even though she knew full well that she did what was in her power. Unfortunately, she didn't know how to revive the dead... well, not in a nice way.
"I... I know... but, you know, I didn't want those soldiers to die... I didn't even want Krauser to die... after all." She said, putting her hands in her pants pockets and glancing briefly at Claire.
"Of course, I didn't want to either. Even without those viruses around the world, soldiers die. Unfortunately, it's something that happens a lot in the military that most people forget about, or, just ignore." Claire said, running one of her hands through her ponytail. "Anyway, changing the subject. Today, we discussed the possibility of you going on a solo mission."
Claire said, and immediately little Sherry's eyes widened in surprise and even a little confusion.
"You're kidding... what?!" She asked, not even knowing exactly what to do.
"Well, considering your very well praised performance, this has become a discussion. There's nothing decided, but we consider it an easy mission. Simply a search. Go to a location, pick up a person or something, and come back. Pretty simple, huh?" Claire said, smiling slightly. "Of course, that's after a few weeks, maybe, even months of work. But, it's already a possibility."
Sherry blinked a few times, a genuine smile was born on her lips.
"Well, that's good news to hear... Chris is going to have a heart attack." She said, and Claire laughed lightly, agreeing.
"Which is why we won't say anything for now." She said, giving a brief wink to Sherry, who nodded in response.
Claire smiled, disguising her own feelings. She barely got to spend any time with her brother, she hoped she could spend more time with him later.
She hoped he was okay, but... something like that situation, would affect anyone.
Using the darkness of the night as camouflage, a figure walked among the trees. The silence was present, cut only by the slight sound of his silent footsteps breaking some small branches on the ground and crunching the foliage.
Leaning his body slightly to the side after getting close enough, the man looked at the huge asylum ahead. His blue eyes ran through the security guards of the place in front of the metal gates. A few cars were leaving the area. Ordinary people who had visited their loved ones who were in the place, without any awareness or idea about the horrible things that were happening there.
On the outside, an ordinary asylum with the stamp of the government. Inside, a fucking laboratory that was experimenting on all those people.
The interesting thing about that place was that the asylum was in the name of a dead man. Because of this, his men did not get as much information as he wanted.
The mission was simple, they all were... go in, get information, kill anyone involved, and destroy the lab. If there were any civilians still alive or uninfected, he would have to save them too.
Ghost leaned one of his arms on his leg and watched the cars leave the place. Some of the security guards were not involved with what was going on under the covers, from the information presented to him. So he would have to take good care not to kill them.
When the last car drove away, he approached the sides of the walls. There were a total of four security guards in front of the asylum, one of them being responsible for opening the gates.
In the back there were some men who worked there. They were involved in the black market.
In other words, he could kill them... but he would not do it. Not at the moment.
After cutting the barbed wire, he jumped over the wall and ran his eyes around. He was now on the side of the front block, where the administration was at the front of the asylum. In front of him was a small plaza for holding activities for the patients. Next to it was the men's ward.
He squinted through the brightly lit place with a few posts when he saw some workers walking towards the men's ward. Ghost hid behind some bushes and watched a man and a woman walk through the place.
In the distance, directly across from where he was standing, was the site's prison for those more... mentally unstable. A lie, since that place was used to place the people who would be used as subjects.
Ghost came out of his temporary hiding place and ran through the place, eyes alert for any movement around or cameras that might catch his movement.
He reached the site's hospital wall and stuck his back into the concrete. There was a window at his head height right next to him, and he could hear a female voice coming from the room in question.
"Here, this will make you sleep better. Are you sure you don't want to eat? You should at least get an apple." One of the nurses said to some patient as Ghost snuck under the window, his knife present in his hand just in case.
As he reached the back of the hospital, he focused his eyes on the side of the prison a few hundred yards ahead. The path seemed clear, not many people walking through the dimly lit place. Just workers and a few other security guards going about their shifts or taking a break.
Getting past them wasn't exactly a problem, the problem would be getting into that prison.
There was no way he could get in through any windows because they were all protected by iron bars. Much less try to enter through the back because of the cameras.
The only way to enter the prison area was through the high wall of the prison yard. And the only way to enter the interior of the prison was through the only skylight present in the place, which led directly to the director's office, which was a few meters away from the huge yard.
Lying down on the floor, Ghost waits for one of the security guards to pass by. The man finished smoking a cigarette and walked towards the front door. As he approached, he placed the card in front of a panel on the wall and the metal door unlocked.
As soon as the door closed, Ghost snuck back, walking as quietly as possible along the side of the wall.
Ghost lifted his head up and looked at the huge wall of the yard. It was too high for him to try to run up the wall. However, his eyes focused on a pipe that ran up a part of the wall. He could climb up the pipe, but he knew that he would have to be fast when cutting that barbed wire, or he was sure to fall. That pipe would not support his weight.
He looked back, checking that no one was in his line of sight, and got into position.
With a leap, he grabbed onto the pipe and began to climb quickly. The sound of the mental creaking echoed louder than he wanted, which only motivated him to climb as fast as possible.
As he reached the end of the pipe, he lifted his body up and supported himself with only his legs as he began to cut the barbed wire.
The pipe creaked again, and he felt it move a little, causing him to hurry.
As soon as he could, he quickly pulled his body up, glancing at the slightly bent pipe below him.
Ghost ran his eyes around the yard, locating both the director's office and the two guards in front of the only door that led into the prison, as well as a single camera that watched over said door.
Before he could jump, he grabbed a small device that was on the side of his calf. The device resembled a gun and had a small green screen just above the handle.
Ghost pointed this device toward the walls until he located the power board in the place.
The lights suddenly went out, leaving the whole place in complete darkness.
Ghost jumped down and moved quickly across the yard to the metal catwalk in front of the director's office. As quickly as it disappeared, the light returned, and he already found himself hanging down and propelling his body toward the roof of the director's office.
Inside the room there was a man sitting, looking at something on his cell phone, a serious posture. Some papers and files were spread out on his desk.
Ghost waited a few moments... he knew it was time.
Someone knocked on the door of the room, and the director sighed slightly before turning off his cell phone and saying a quick "come in".
One of the guards entered the room, he had a military submachine gun on his back and a pistol in his holster. Like all the other guards, he was wearing the dark blue uniform mixed with gray.
"Sir. It's time. We had a little problem. The power went down for a few moments and that troublesome patient of ours escaped from his cell and attacked a guard. No big deal, but you are the one to make the decision." The guard spoke, still standing by the door, watching the director rise from his chair.
A curiosity about that man. He was not only the director of the prison, but also one of the scientists responsible for the tests performed there.
But, of course, this didn't matter to Ghost. The only thing that intrigued him was that this man, who went by the name of Herik, did not have his identity confirmed anywhere. Past unknown, real name unknown, all they knew about him was that he had involvement with that asylum, nothing else.
"Have the guards take him today. We will also take the patients in cells 18 and 27." Herik said, walking toward the door and turning off the light before leaving.
The guard closed the door and walked away. Ghost, as a precaution, waited for a few more moments until he was sure it was safe to move.
Slowly, he opened the skylight and made his way down, landing on the floor quietly, and immediately walking toward the door.
Ghost managed to unlock the door with his knife, since it was not one of the metal doors in the place. What a mistake.
The corridor he followed was lit by a few slats on the ceiling. There was no glass on the sides, which provided a "closer" view of the yard below.
Ghost ran down the corridor until he reached the metal bar door ahead. Herik would probably return there later as the place was open.
The agent moved forward, and finally infiltrated the prison.
To his left was where the prisoner cells were. To his right was a small detour inaccessible to prisoners that was the way to the cafeteria that led to the yard.
He didn't know where the entrance to their laboratory was. But he already knew that they would take the patients there at that point, all he had to do was follow Herik and his guards.
He moved quickly to the left, and his eyes briefly ran around the place. The cells, unlike an ordinary prison, were totally enclosed, with electric metal doors with openings only for those outside to be able to see inside the cell, and for food to be delivered by trays delivered to them from below.
Great, it meant he was less likely to be spotted by any of the prisoners.
However, he could not keep moving along that exposed walkway. The agent then took a leap on the railing and jumped up, holding on to a bar above the doors.
That way, he could move around the various iron beams throughout the place without worrying about being seen. The lighting there was dim, and they certainly couldn't see him without a flashlight.
Ghost watched as some guards dragged a man in a straitjacket and forced him to lie down on a stretcher, tying his legs and neck down.
The man grunted fiercely, shaking his head as hard as he could and trying futilely to get rid of the gag that covered his mouth.
Blood dripped from his forehead. He didn't look that old, maybe in his thirties, forties at most.
From separate cells, guards brought in two other prisoners, all of them restrained by straitjackets and tied to stretchers. Unlike the first man, they were not struggling as much, although awake and grunting.
Ghost watched motionless as the group of armed guards consisting of five men and three women walked down the corridor to a double door.
The agent quietly climbed down from the rafters and watched the corridor they passed through, following them with extreme caution. It would be very easy for him to be spotted, he was completely exposed.
After a few minutes of extreme discomfort, Ghost stopped and pressed his back against the edge of the wall when he saw that the group had also stopped.
Leaning his body slightly to the side, he watched one of the guards unlock two large metal doors and open them, giving passage to the men pushing the stretcher.
Six of the eight people went through the doors, and two remained to watch them. A man and a woman, for their stature and physical size.
Ghost went back into hiding and scanned the place quickly. To his left was the corner that led down the corridor that took him directly to the two guards. If he even stepped a few inches to the left, he would be seen, with no chance to sneak around.
To his right, another corridor led straight to a control room with two guards taking their turns, and further on, the changing room with at least three other guards, by the voices.
Snapping the bones of his neck, he picks up the device again. In the corridor visible to the two guards, a few meters from where he was standing, was an iron door. Considering that some of the doors he had passed in the last few minutes were wooden, he would say that this was a rather important room.
From the symbol on the wall, one of the armories scattered around the prison. These guys had heavy weaponry.
The agent points the device toward the power panel nearby. The whole wing would be without power for a few moments, but it was more than enough.
A low humming noise began to echo from the device. The lights began to flicker, causing the two guards to alert themselves.
Until the lights went out completely. Ghost quickly dropped a small metal device on the ground. The device rolled across the concrete, until a small antenna flashing green appeared.
The two guards were startled by the sudden blackout. They tried to turn on the flashlights attached to the shoulder of their vests. However, to the confusion of both of them, the flashlights did not turn on.
"Control room, on the wire? There's been a blackout in the west wing." The woman tried to talk over her radio, but to her and her partner's surprise, the radio was off. No matter how many times she tried, the device simply remained dead.
"What the fuck? Keep an eye out, this is not normal." The man said, raising his rifle, but not exactly aiming at something, after all, he wasn't seeing anything.
"What can-" The woman interrupted her speech, and a low grunt caused her partner to turn in her direction.
"What?! Hey, Ayla-" His voice was abruptly interrupted. A sharp pain permeated the side of his neck. A warm liquid dripped down his shoulders, his body became lighter, and the pain slowly subsided.
Ghost withdrew his knife from the guard's neck and pulled his body to the side. Not that it would make much difference whether the bodies were hidden. It was unlikely that any guards would pass by for at least a few hours. But, hidden bodies or not, any guard would find it odd to have no one watching those doors.
He snapped his neck bones again and stood in front of the doors.
For good measure, the agent looked down the hall again. The lights were back on, and that device he had thrown to the floor must have self-destructed by now.
Again he took the device from the side of his calf and pointed it at the doors. Just like the door in the back, the panel next to it burned and the doors were unlocked.
He walked through, closing both metal doors as quietly as possible.
Turning around, he briefly surveyed the long corridor going in a slight decline for a few dozen meters.
At the end of said corridor was a white double door, both with small windows. As he passed through the doors, he ran his eyes around.
The floor was smooth and completely white. There were some metal lockers near the left wall, with some electrical wires and cables running along the right wall. The ceiling was decorated with strong lighting, ventilation tubes and electrical wires due to the high power consumption of the place.
A few meters ahead, a door on the left, in front of another corridor on the right. Ahead, in the same corridor he was, the corridor followed and curved to the right.
With his pistol in hand, he walks down the corridor and checks the first door. That room served as a changing room and was empty.
He continued on his way, hearing the sound of voices coming from ahead of him. Because of this, he turned in the corridor to the right and went straight on, until he came to a huge iron door that, when he approached it, opened.
The place turned out to be an office-type room. There was a large desk in front of the white wall with some chairs and computers on. In the upper right corner there was a large cabinet with some open drawers. In front, almost in the center of the room, a glass wall separated the office from what seemed to be a kind of observation room, quite large and with some stretchers scattered about.
To the left, a locker in front of a desk with a computer.
Ghost walked towards one of the computers. There was a file open mentioning a patient who had some kind of different mutation.
Exponential gain of mass, preservation of intelligence... superhuman abilities... capacity to obey orders.
A biological weapon that could follow orders. Basically an asset on the battlefield of whatever future war might happen.
He opened a few more files, absorbing as much information as he could. He got some promising stuff.
Something beeped, his instincts screamed. The computer screen flashed, his blue eyes focused on an almost imperceptible camera millimeters above the screen.
"Shit..." He muttered as he heard the beeping speed up. The agent ran backwards, but barely managed to escape the explosion that took place, sending him flying across the room.
A buzzing sound dominated his ears. The smell of smoke was almost intoxicating. His back tingled and pain increased in moments. The back of his vest was certainly destroyed.
The agent was dizzy for a few moments, the corners of his vision blurred briefly, and slowly he stood up.
The door to the room opened abruptly, and the agent felt himself being lifted off the floor.
"Take him away for interrogation." He heard a man say, and his eyes quickly scanned the guards in front of him.
Four men. All wearing the same uniform and weaponry, which made them look somewhat alike. One of them had a scar on his cheek, another was a little short... one of them had hair a little too long for someone in a military style job, and another had a red beard.
No matter how he would get out of that one, he couldn't be captured.
In one swift motion, he hits a punch to the face of the man with the scar on his cheek who was holding him, which allowed him to move two steps away. Far enough distance to kick the rifle out of the hands of the man with the red beard next to him, and quickly fire at the long-haired man.
However, the fourth man reacted quickly and fired in his direction. Ghost grunted loudly as he felt the bullets hit his vest.
He staggered heavily backwards, shattering the glass that surrounded the observation room. The agent fell and rolled on the floor, picking up his pistol and firing in the direction of the guards as he stood up.
The guards got out of his line of fire quickly, and two of them raised their rifles and fired in his direction.
Ghost ran toward the closet, and again he grunts as he is hit by another shot. This time in his leg, which caused him to fall, but briefly relieved that he was able to stay in cover.
Relief that didn't last long as his eyes soon focused on the man with the red beard appearing in front of him with his rifle raised.
Ghost's eyes widened and he reacted almost on instinct. The man pulls the trigger, but the agent kicks the side of his arm to the side, causing the bullets to pierce the concrete beside him. The noise was too loud, and a buzzing sound echoed briefly through his ears.
However, he recovered quickly and kicked the man's knee, causing him to kneel on the stricken leg.
Not wanting to give him time to recover, Ghost hits a punch to his attacker's face and grabs his knife. Trying to stab the guard in the stomach, the bearded man grabbed his forearm and landed a strong punch to his face, so strong that it not only dislocated his nose, but caused his head to hit the ground, leaving him temporarily stunned.
This was certainly no ordinary punch. Just one blow and the agent was almost knocked out.
The guard then grabbed the pistol that the agent had and threw it away, immediately trying to restrain him.
Ghost recovered before this happened, and after headbutting the guard in the nose, he grabbed his head and threw it hard against the ground.
The sound of bone hitting concrete echoed loudly, along with the guard's cry of pain.
But to the agent's surprise and dismay, that didn't seem to do much for the man, who in a fit of rage grabbed him by the vest and literally threw him towards the wall with one hand.
Ghost grunted as he felt his back collide with the metal locker, and before he could do anything, he was forced to dodge a strong punch from the guard.
His eyes watched slightly startled as he saw the man's fist go through the metal of the locker. Those soldiers were definitely no ordinary humans.
Feeling his heart beating faster, the agent kicked the side of the man's leg, making him lose his balance, and quickly grabbed his head, stabbing one of his fingers into one of the man's eyes, who screamed loudly in pain while his other hand grabbed the pistol he had and shot at the other guards.
He shot at the short guy and the one with the scar, however, the long haired guard shot again in his direction, hitting him in the vest and shoulder, causing Ghost to drop the gun and grunt in pain.
This gave the bearded man the opportunity to land a punch to his face and hurl him toward the center of the room, where the agent was hit with a powerful straight right to the face, causing his lower body to be thrown forward due to the speed with which he was moving.
Ghost fell to the floor, blood staining his mask and running down his neck. And before he could do anything, he felt the air being expelled from his lungs as he was kicked in the stomach. The kick was so strong that he was dragged along the ground.
The man with the scar held him by the neck before he could even realize what was happening.
"Give up and the pain stops, real simple." He said, looking deep into the agent's eyes.
However, to his surprise, he reacted. Ghost landed a strong punch in the guard's mouth, causing the grip on his neck to loosen. He then grabbed the man's vest and pulled him toward him, head-butting his opponent and finishing with a left punch.
Ghost gasped and rolled his body to the side, dodging a kick from the shorter guard. With the momentum of his movement, he spun his body around and tripped the guard, causing him to fall to the ground and be totally unprotected by the strong kick to his face.
The agent spun his body again and got to his knees as he threw something in the direction of the long-haired guard.
As soon as he saw what it was, he tried to react, but it was too late. A flash exploded across the room, temporarily blinding all the guards.
The long-haired guard shook his head and tried to open his eyes, he couldn't see very well, but what little he could do, he saw only a knee flying towards his face. The impact was extremely strong, both from surprise and from his vulnerability.
Ghost fell on top of the guard and quickly stabbed his knife into the man's neck. As soon as he had done so, he picked up his pistol from the floor and fired at the short guard who was trying to get up.
The man with the scar ran toward him, turning his body, dodging one shot, and kicking the gun out of the agent's hand before pressing him against the wall.
As soon as he did, however, the agent fought back with an elbow to the back and a knee to the stomach, causing the grip around his torso to loosen.
Ghost then circles the man's neck with his arm and throws himself to the ground, causing the man to fall headfirst to the concrete.
The red-bearded guard shot in his direction, but Ghost was quicker and used the guard's body at his side as a shield, grabbing his pistol and shooting at the man as soon as possible.
Realizing the opening, Ghost stood up and focused his eyes on the shorter man running towards him.
The guard tried a side punch, but Ghost dodged it as he ducked and countered with a punch to the man's stomach, followed by a kick to the side of his leg, which brought him to his knees, and finally, a punch to the face, sending him to the ground.
The bearded guard suddenly appeared, ignoring the pain of the shots, and landed a strong punch to the side of Ghost's face, causing the agent to stagger backwards, crashing into what was left of the table with the computers.
The guard would not let him recover and attacked again. However, Ghost dodged the punch, grabbed the man by the back of the head and pressed him against the table, causing his temple to rest against the cold surface, while his mouth hung in the air. With that, Ghost delivered a powerful punch to the guard's mouth, and the sound of breaking bone echoed through the room.
The guard fell to the ground with his hand over his deformed mouth, but before he could even do anything, Ghost stabbed his knife into the side of his neck, kicking him to the ground shortly after.
But the agent was taken by surprise, and shortly after that, he gasped again, groaning loudly in pain as he felt his back being pierced by two shots.
He fell to the ground, feeling his body numb for a few moments. His pupils dilated and his breathing became stronger and stronger as his heart beat faster and faster.
Somewhat staggering, he stood up and turned to the short man, and quickly ran towards him, ignoring the shots that hit his vest.
Ghost landed a strong kick to the man's head, and then knelt on his torso and began to punch the guard violently. Quick, brutal, vicious punches, and the more Ghost hit, the more he felt like he could keep hitting.
Until the man's face was all disfigured, blood stained the floor and both bodies, both the inert and the gasping.
Ghost blinked a few times, his breathing still rapid. The adrenaline in his body had begun to recede, and he felt the consequences of his actions.
His whole body ached, he was beginning to have difficulty breathing, his knuckles were raw from the uncontrolled punches.
This was something Walter had warned him about. The adrenaline in his body, due to the few remnants of the virus in his blood, not only drastically increased his reflexes, but also increased his physical capabilities to a level a little above the ordinary.
But, as a consequence, it could do great damage to his body.
He let himself fall to the side, his breathing was becoming ragged, and he had begun to tremble a bit.
His trembling hands went to the side of his bloodstained vest and he took a mixture of herbs, drinking it quickly and waiting for the effect to begin.
It wouldn't be enough to fully heal himself, there were still some bullets inside his body, but there was still a mission to complete.
When he felt minimally better, he stood up, a little groggy and dizzy, but managed to stand, only to be sent to the ground again after being hit by a blow to the back of the head.
His consciousness was leaving him, his body had become much heavier. Shit, he would be captured, and that was at best. At worst, he would be killed.
Well, if he somehow got out of there alive, at least he got a name. Frederic Downing. He would be anxious to see what such an important figure in the WP Corporation had to say about some information he had discovered.
Of course, that is, if he lives long enough for such a thing.
