Cold, that was the first thing he felt. His body, previously motionless and numb, suddenly awoke. His eyes widened and he gasped in both surprise and pain. He tried to move, but felt his arms tied behind that chair he was sitting in.
Ice water dripped down his body, and after a punch hit him in the face, blood also dripped down the side of his mouth.
He grunted slightly and shook his head, feeling his senses return slowly.
His eyes focused on the bandages around his naked torso, as well as the bandages on his leg. Despite the pain he felt, clearly someone had treated his injuries to some degree, considering that he had taken that herbal mixture. Apparently they even put his nose back in place.
He could still feel one of the bullets stuck in his body, however. And slight twinges of pain appeared in several areas.
His hair was then pulled violently, forcing him to raise his head. With a grunt, he looked over to where he was now.
A gray room with a single lamp that served as illumination just above his head. The room was empty except for a single table to the left, close to the wall, with some utensils he thought were torture tools.
How wonderful.
In front of him, there was a man. The prison director, Herik. He was wearing a social shirt with the sleeves folded up to his elbow. He had short brown hair and the same color eyes. His arm was resting on his leg and he kept a neutral expression, but Ghost could tell, his gaze showed interest.
"It's good that you are finally awake. Sorry for the rough treatment and the spartan accommodations, but... you shouldn't be here." Herik began, propping both elbows on his thighs and leaning his body slightly forward, still maintaining eye contact.
However, Ghost just huffed.
"I think we're both in the wrong place. You're still alive." The agent said, a small sideways smile was born on his lips, in response, he again received a punch to his face, making him grunt in pain, but that still didn't make him take that smile off his lips.
"Great to know you have a sense of humor, even though we all know it won't last long. Let's cut to the chase, shall we? You probably already know how this works. I ask, you answer. Who sent you?" The man asked.
Again, Ghost snorted and shook his head.
"Well...you must already suspect. I won't say anything." Ghost said, keeping eye contact with Herik for a few moments. Until then, the man lowered his eyes to Ghost's torso, analyzing those long-healed scars.
"That's quite a scar. It's pretty clear to me that you have involvement with biological weapons, huh? Do you fight them? But, what is not clear is what organization you are from? BSAA? USSOCOM? FBC? No identification and that... puzzles me." Herik said, leaning his back in his chair and crossing his arms.
Ghost also reclined in his chair, feeling the cuffs around his hands. He could get out of those cuffs. All he had to do was dislocate a few fingers. But not with those two men behind him. They would see the movement, and most of all, hear the sound of his bones being dislocated.
Herik sighed and nodded to the two men. Ghost was then suddenly pulled up. One of them landed a punch to his stomach, hitting him straight in the gut and causing him to buckle in pain. He was then pulled back heavily and forced to lie down on what appeared to be a stretcher that was behind where he was sitting.
"What I mean is... you must have realized, right? Those weren't normal guards." Herik said, watching his men hit punches and more punches into the face, torso and stomach of their new prisoner.
Ghost gritted his teeth and endured the pain. He didn't even grunt anymore. His expression was sharp, and despite the blows, he kept silent, looking at his attackers and memorizing their faces down to the last detail.
Pain was his companion on lonely nights. That might cause injuries to his body... but they certainly didn't hurt him.
"I can think of only two explanations. The first is that they were not that good, that their genetic changes did not go so far beyond human limitations. Which, let's face it, is pretty unlikely." Herik said, watching his men lay him down on his own handcuffed arms. The stretcher had been modified, his head was almost in complete suspension, with nothing to lean on.
Not only that, but they had also tied him in the biceps area to the stretcher, as well as his legs.
"And the second, is that you're not so normal either. I hope you don't mind but... I took some samples of your blood." Herik said, standing next to where the agent was lying, watching the cold, murderous look the blond sent him.
He couldn't quite explain it. It wasn't fear, but a feeling of... uneasiness plagued his chest as he looked into those ice blue eyes. A slight distress stuck in his throat.
"You may be resistant to pain, I presume. But even you have to breathe." He said, and nodded to his men.
One of them put a plastic bag around his head and pulled it tightly down from his neck, hanging him.
Ghost struggled as he felt his windpipe being squeezed, his muscles twitching as the hanging took place.
This went on for several more minutes, until the guard removed the plastic bag from the agent's head. Ghost took a few deep breaths, only to again grit his teeth and squirm as he felt his body being electrocuted.
The noise of the electricity seemed to rupture his ears. His burning blue eyes stared at the restraints that bound him to the stretcher.
The light flickered a few times, until everything stopped. He let himself fall onto the stretcher and breathe heavily, his eyes focused on the ceiling above.
"So, ready to talk? Who do you work for?" Herik said, but after a few seconds of not getting an answer, not even a sideways glance, he just nodded for his men to resume the torture section.
Again, he was hung and electrocuted. With each section, the hanging time and power of the electricity increased. Blood, saliva and sweat stained both the plastic bag and his face almost entirely. His chest was rising and falling with some force, in a rapid rhythm, and his eyes were almost closing.
Herik took two steps to stay, leaning on the side of the gurney, looking up into the agent's face.
"Things are only going to get worse. Do you really want to spend the last moments of your life being hung and electrocuted in a dark room?" Herik asked, and it was then that Ghost turned his face toward him, his tired eyes staring into the man's curious ones.
For a few moments, Herik even thought he would get some kind of answer, after all those minutes.
"...Do you?" Ghost asked, his gruff voice piercing like daggers into the side of Herik's head. It was all very quick, almost in the blink of an eye.
The agent hit a headbutt on Herik's nose and threw himself forward, caring little about the tear in his skin after bursting the restraints that were around his biceps, or about his deformed hand, the result of dislocating his fingers to get out of the handcuffs. Spinning his body around, he hits a kick to the side of the neck of one of the guards and pushes the stretcher toward the other. Quickly, he leaps over the stretcher and hits a kick to the man's chest, causing him to crash his back against the concrete.
The agent turned around at the same instant Herik acted. He was hit with a punch to the face, followed by one to his chest. However, the agent blocked the third punch and landed a strong blow to the man's throat, causing him to choke and immediately bring his hand to the hit spot.
Throwing Herik to the ground with a kick, Ghost turns to the two guards. The one who had tied him to the stretcher tried to stab him. However, the agent dodged the attack and countered with a hook to the man's chin, followed by a left jab, causing the guard to be stunned.
Without stopping there, he takes the knife and throws it at Herik's leg. The man howled in pain as he felt the blade sink all the way into his thigh.
Ghost kicked the man in front of him to the ground, turning to the guard responsible for carrying out the torture. Just like the other, he went towards him with a knife.
However, as soon as he approached, Ghost grabbed his arm and bent it to the side and, with some force, broke it. The sound of bone breaking was not heard by everyone but only because of the guard's cry of pain. The scream didn't last long because Ghost hit him with two consecutive punches in the liver, which made the man run out of air and hit the ground immediately.
However, Ghost didn't let him fall. He forced the man to stand up and threw him against the stretcher, turning the torture device on full blast and watching the man's body twitch for a few moments.
Then, the agent turned around and, with knife in hand, killed the guard who was on the floor. His eyes then went to Herik, who had crawled towards the door in a futile attempt to escape. However, when he saw the agent approaching, he stopped, stared deep into the blue eyes that seemed to penetrate his soul, and just stood there... as if he had accepted his fate.
He said nothing, nor did he move. What would he say? One of those clichéd movie lines when the villain was about to lose? Why would he move? No matter how hard he might try, the agent would catch up with him.
Ghost pulled the knife that was stuck in the man's thigh, without taking his eyes off the pathetic scene in front of him.
"...You should have killed me." Ghost said, shaking his head slightly and, with one hand, removing his sweat-wet hair from in front of his left eye. He felt uncomfortable without his mask but, at that moment, he admitted that it was good that he wasn't wearing it. "Who operates this asylum? Who is Frederic Downing?" Ghost asked, playing with the bloody knife between his fingers, his cold voice causing shivers to run through Herik's body.
The man himself gasped a little, looked reluctant for a few moments, and swallowed some saliva before answering.
"Figure it out for yourself. I won't say anything." Herik said, reaching for something from inside his shirt, "I don't think you will, though." He said, showing a device in his hand.
Ghost arched an eyebrow and looked around, nothing seemed to have happened, and from the look on Herik's face, that was a problem.
Not wanting to stand there any longer, Ghost sighed, the knife seemed to glow in his hand, now, motionless.
"... Too bad." He just said that, before he plunged the knife into the side of Herik's abdomen and tore into his stomach in one swift, fluid, brutal motion.
Herik couldn't even scream properly as he watched his guts literally spill out of his stomach. His whole body began to shake, and his restless hands didn't know whether to try to put the guts back in place or to avoid touching them.
The shock consumed him, slowly, he went to the ground while his body was still trembling.
Ghost just stood up and decided to leave the room as soon as possible, not wanting to be there for the last moments of that trash. Let him die alone.
However, before he could leave the place, the device that was now on the floor beeped, the door to the room locked.
Ghost turned around quickly, his eyes running around, expecting the room to start filling with gas. However, to his surprise, what happened was that the floor simply opened up from the center, and everything in that room fell into a dark precipice.
The agent gritted his teeth as he slid down that huge tube that went lower and lower. After what seemed like minutes descending through that place, he finally found himself in free fall and braced for impact.
Ghost grunted as he felt his body hit the ground. The sound of the thud of the bodies against the concrete echoed through the seemingly empty place.
He stood up quickly, ignoring the pain that dominated the side of his body. He looked down at his arm and sighed, slightly relieved to see that he hadn't dislocated anything, or worse, broken it.
He looked up, observing the tube through which he came. His eyes then went down and ran around the room he was in.
It looked more like some kind of barbaric prison. There was a rusty iron door just ahead in what appeared to be a cell. To the right, a corridor with rubble blocking the way, to the right, a corridor lit only by a few lamps that hardly worked anymore. In the lower parts of the surrounding walls there were small tunnels with a small amount of water following.
A prison and a sewer, apparently.
Before the agent could even think of what to do, a roar echoed through the place. An extremely close and somewhat frightening roar.
Ghost got into attack position with the knife and ran his eyes around with some distress. The roar was close and seemed to come from all directions at once. The sound of footsteps completely consumed him. It seemed as if several creatures were walking around him.
The sound of something behind him made him turn around quickly, his eyes barely able to follow when one of the guards' bodies was pulled toward one of the small sewer tunnels.
Ghost began to move slowly towards the dimly lit corridor, his eyes glazed in that direction, but his whole body attentive to the slightest movement that occurred there.
The moment his left foot touched the ground, the sound of something striking metal made itself present beside him. His eyes widened and he turned towards the door of the rusty cell, just in time.
From the cell a huge humanoid creature appeared, as if it was coming out of the ceiling. The creature was at least two meters tall, its skin was grayish. Its eyes were pale with almost pulsating red veins, the skin of its mouth no longer existed, which gave the agent a rather grotesque view of the creature chewing the dead guard's flesh. Its hands were huge and instead of fingers, something that looked like tentacles with claws on the end.
The guard's upper body was only supported by his exposed spine. The creature devoured flesh and organs with ferocity and speed, its eyes never leaving the agent's.
"What a cute little pet." Ghost muttered, watching the creature let go of the guard's body and breathe heavily, as if it were smelling him. Blind, perhaps? It didn't seem to be the case... but from the pale eyes, he would say that the creature did have some trouble seeing.
Ghost locked his jaw when he saw the tentacles on the creature's hands move. Something began to grow, a huge claw formed right before his eyes.
The agent looked briefly at the body of the guard at the creature's feet. It had ingested mass to create mass... similar to how the G virus acted.
Damn...
The creature ran toward him, and the agent's pupils seemed to dilate.
With its left hand, the creature tried to grab the agent, who dodged by throwing himself to the ground and sliding under the attack.
However, even though the creature's legs were facing forward, the thing's torso rotated almost 180 degrees, striking the agent with the back of its huge hand.
Ghost gritted his teeth and threw his torso back, feeling the tip of the creature's claw cut into his abdomen. He stepped away, turning his body and looking quickly at his new wound.
Not deep, but wide, it would probably leave a small scar.
The creature attacked him again, an attack with both hands in an attempt to crush him. However, the agent jumped to the side and advanced towards the creature. He stabbed his knife into that monster's head, hearing a kind of roar of pain.
However, his attack seemed to have had no effect, as the tentacles of the infected's left hand grabbed his torso and lifted him into the air.
At that instant Ghost saw what appeared to be a heart in the center of the creature's back, but before he could do anything, he was thrown to the ground, causing him to grunt in pain and spit out some saliva mixed with blood.
The creature lifted him into the air again and, with the huge claw present in its other hand, tried to pierce the agent.
However, Ghost reacted before the monster could move. He stabbed his blade into one of the tentacles of the creature's hand and pulled his arm violently to the side, cutting off the tentacle and forcing the creature to release him in reflex.
He fell to the ground, but soon tried to get up. The creature, despite the attack, realized this and, in an attempt to leave him on the ground, kicked him strongly in the stomach. So hard that the agent was thrown backwards and slid across the floor for a few seconds.
Ghost spat out some saliva mixed with blood, feeling that metallic taste dominate his mouth. He wiped his lips with the back of his hand and looked at the monster.
The creature leaped to the ceiling, where it hung with its tentacles, and quickly went toward the agent.
Ghost dodged it by rolling his body backwards and stood up quickly. He had full confidence that he could kill that creature with just that one knife, now that he had discovered a possible weakness.
However, the creature was too fast and agile for him to deal with it in such an open space.
The monster stood up and ran towards him. Ghost did the same. One ran in head-on to the other.
Just as the creature was about to attack him, the agent threw himself to the ground and slid under the creature's legs, quickly getting up and running towards the corridor.
The creature quickly turned around and started running towards the agent. The thing was fast, but not fast enough to catch up with the blond man.
When he reached the end of the corridor, he turned to the right after seeing that a grate blocked the path to the left and kept running until he reached a slightly more open area.
To his right, there was a broken door, also rusty, that led to a room that had long been some kind of office or something similar, because of the rusty old metal cabinets. The floor of that place was similar to the floor of the laboratory. Probably a ward that they had some time ago, but that, because of that creature following him, or because of some kind of small outbreak that had happened, had been abandoned and was used as a disposal of bodies...
If he was right and that monster was infected with the G-virus, then it certainly must have been a relatively young creature, since it hadn't grown much in mass. Unlike Birkin.
The agent would keep running, however, after he heard a strange roar coming from the creature, followed by an unknown noise, he looked back for a brief moment. Probably a good thing he did, as the tentacles in the creature's hands were thrown in his direction.
He tried to dodge, managing to dodge one of the hands. However, the tentacles in the creature's left hand grabbed his arm and began to pull him toward the monster.
Ghost grunted in irritation and distress, viciously stabbing at the tentacles in an attempt to break free.
The infected humanoid leaped toward him, knocking the agent to the ground. Both hands held his shoulders, and the creature opened its mouth with sharp teeth to bite him. However, Ghost pulled his legs up and pressed them against the creature's throat as it struggled. At one point he managed to move his arm and drove his knife into the center of the creature's forehead.
With the opportunity created, Ghost broke free from the grip and threw himself to the side, standing up quickly and stabbing the knife into the heart of the creature present in the back.
The monster roared loudly in pain, its body contorted and the agent swore he saw its muscles pulsing.
The creature attacked the man quickly, striking him in the torso and sending him straight into that abandoned room.
Ghost grunted both from the attack and from the impact of his body on the floor.
The creature roared again, seeming to grow in size and at an even greater speed than before, it lunged toward the fallen agent, destroying the concrete of the doorway like it was nothing.
Seeing the creature's huge hand coming toward him, the agent rolled to the side, watching for a few moments the crack that had formed in the floor.
He jumped quickly and, still in the air, taking momentum off the wall, he launched himself toward the creature's back, again plunging his knife into its beating heart.
Blood flowed out in abundance. The monster roared again, and its body pulsed almost in its entirety.
Ghost jumped away just as the creature threw itself against the wall in an attempt to crush it against the concrete. The man took a few steps back by the way the creature looked at him, as if in anger, even with its pale eyes.
"Sorry, my hand slipped." He said loudly, adopting an almost smug expression, clearly in defiance, in an attempt to provoke the creature. He noticed that the thing had a certain level of intelligence.
Perhaps the result of one of those experiments to create an intelligent biological weapon gone wrong? All things considered, it was likely.
The monster then ran towards the agent again and attacked with its huge claw. The man dodged it by throwing his body down. However, the creature didn't stop there, it attacked viciously and attempted a slashing attack from top to bottom.
The agent dodged by throwing himself to the side, but had no opening to counterattack, since the monster threw its own body in his direction exactly so that he could not act.
The thing already knew that he was aiming at its heart, and was trying everything to keep him from reaching it... as the agent had assumed, that monster was intelligent.
However, like all the other monsters he has killed, he also knew that the thing would be consumed by primitive instincts. Not least because, if his theory was right and this was a failed experiment, then it didn't have enough emotional control to suppress its own instincts.
The creature attacked again. A large motion attack with its huge arm, from left to right.
The agent dodged it by sliding under the creature's legs, and watched as that monster again destroyed concrete like it was nothing.
On the bright side, however, he had found an opening. Leaping onto one of the old chairs there, he leaped onto the monster's back and stabbed viciously at its heart. The adrenaline was running fast, his heart was pounding, loud as drums in his ears.
The creature roared loudly and struggled violently, but the agent continued to stab, not caring about the blood splashing in his face, watching how strangely that heart pulsed.
It was almost as if it had a life of its own, and the heart itself was reacting to the pain.
Ghost was taken by surprise just before he tried to jump away. The tentacles of the creature's hands grabbed his arms and wouldn't let him escape. And then the creature jumped and let itself fall backwards onto the ground, causing Ghost to gasp heavily as he felt all that weight on his body and the impact of his back against the ground.
But this pain was only momentary. The adrenaline had not let him get affected by this, and quickly, as soon as the creature stood up, he was already on its back again, stabbing as viciously as before.
The monster struggled violently, its feet moving without realizing in which direction they were going, just trying to get that plague off its back. As it struggled, it left a trail of destruction in its path. The concrete walls were not strong enough to withstand its violent blows.
Ghost, seeing that the creature was approaching a wall again, climbed up to the creature's shoulders and jumped down with a kick to the creature's head, watching the monster crash itself into the concrete.
The whole place shook. A noise among the roars and grunts of the monster in front of him caught the agent's attention. His dilated blue eyes ran over the place where he was, clearly an unexplored and even unfinished area.
From the rather flimsy beams, and considering the collapse he had seen earlier, he would say that area was at risk of collapse. For a few moments he observed the beams nearby, and a small smile broke out on his lips.
"Ah, you look so cute when you're angry." He teased, looking into the eyes of the creature, which roared again and attacked him fiercely.
Ghost moved around using the beams as a reference. The monster attacked and roared, looking increasingly frustrated that it could never reach its prey no matter how hard it attacked.
As another beam was destroyed, a loud noise echoed through the place. The entire area seemed to shake, and that's when Ghost quickly took off, running as fast as he could back down the hall.
The monster tried to follow him, but couldn't even take the first step before being knocked down by the collapsing ceiling. Concrete, dirt, and metal beams fell on the creature, burying it alive.
Its roar became muffled until it was completely silent, and Ghost had to move a little further away as the collapse spread further.
After a few minutes, that entire room, and even a bit of the corridor, had collapsed. A huge cloud of dust caused Ghost to cough a little and close his eyes.
When the dust had settled, he looked at what was left of the place. A small mound of concrete and sand had formed in front of him, part of the walls of the corridor had been taken away by the avalanche of debris. No part of that monster was visible. As far as he could tell, the thing was completely consumed, and with any luck it would either be dead, or be there for a long time before it could free itself.
The adrenaline left his body, and Ghost grunted as he slowly bent down. His hand went towards his abdomen and he gasped. The torture, the falls, the blows... it had all built up and he felt all that pain at once...
Blood began to trickle from the side of his mouth, but he just ignored it, his eyes were focused elsewhere.
In the destroyed wall of the corridor was a small tunnel, too small for that monster to pass through, but large enough for him to move without feeling trapped.
The agent took a few deep breaths and looked back. Corridor after corridor, and some of the corridors couldn't even be accessed because something blocked the way, whether it was a metal grate too strong for him to try to break through, or crumbling debris.
He felt his vision blurred. He needed a place to rest for now.
At a slower pace than he would have liked, he walked toward the tunnel and crouched down, beginning to crawl through the dark place.
At one point the tunnel widened, making it possible for him to stand upright. It looked like a small forgotten cave.
After a while of walking, he reached a partially destroyed wall, leaving only a medium-sized gap to view what lay beyond.
Ghost sighed slightly as he saw what appeared to be ventilation ducts, along with power cables and some grids that left the white lab floor somewhat visible.
The agent swallowed some saliva, feeling that common metallic taste... he was thirsty...
Running a hand through his purposefully long hair, much to William's chagrin, he sat down on the floor and braced his back against the wall. If there were any other creatures out there, they would surely have attacked him by now, and since that tunnel was so small, even if that monster were still alive, it wouldn't be able to reach him.
He leaned his head against the wall and closed his eyes for a moment. It was very rare that he took the time to rest on a mission. In fact, he would say that this was the first time, because even when he had the opportunity to rest for a while, something happened that prevented him from doing just that.
Well, it was also the first time he was captured by the enemy. Maybe he had been too careless, but considering that those soldiers were no ordinary humans, he would say he was lucky to still be alive, and that was a plus.
In a way, he was both grateful and distressed for this. Grateful because his body needed at least a few minutes of rest... distressed because it left his mind drifting.
His mind was always busy. Whether it was focused on training, the mission, or the reports he read and reviewed together and without Hunk. His days were full and this gave no room for anything else not related to work.
He had become so involved in that job, fighting those fights, that at some point he had begun to fight for himself, and not because he was forced to. A part of him wanted to do this.
Maybe it was just because he had gotten used to that routine, had gotten used to those fights, but still, a part of him wanted to do it.
The other part... he didn't know.
And before he knew it, he had fallen asleep.
Ghost woke up some time later, a little scared and even confused. He had fallen asleep on a job. His heart beat faster and he stood up suddenly, grunting softly as he felt his body still aching.
Although the pain was still there, he was not so tired, which meant that he had slept for a considerable time. He had to finish this mission as quickly as possible.
Ghost positioned himself in front of the wall and, in one swift movement, kicked the fragile stone wall, opening a small passage for him to move through.
Once he had done so, he walked towards the grid in front of him. He couldn't see much through the grid, but he was in what appeared to be a corridor. He stayed still for a few moments, watching the area below.
It was silent, no one was around at the moment.
Closing his eyes for a few moments, he reviewed his goal. He had to destroy the lab... without his equipment, this had become 2, 3 times more difficult... however, he knew a way.
Considering that there was a bioweapon in the basement of the lab, he would say that there were a few more in incubation... so surely they had a safety protocol in place in case one of the bioweapons escaped...
He had to disable the initial security protocols and activate the lab's self-destruct... and in case they didn't have one, which would be kind of stupid when dealing with those viruses, he would have to figure something out... he would certainly find one. Destroying it was the easy part.
He slowly moved the grating out of place and leaned down, watching the corridor. Seeing that there was no one around, he would say that it was close to/or time for the shift change. Which meant that it was about dawn... which meant that the time limit for the completion of his mission was dangerously short.
He jumped down the corridor and looked both ways down the hall. Seeing that there was no one there, he focused on the direction of some noise nearby, whatever it was, and made his way to the right.
He passed through a few doors, finding nothing much in most of them. However, one in particular caught his attention.
There was a table near the wall with several chairs facing a board with some papers taped to it. A meeting room, apparently. However, what caught his attention was the equipment on the table.
Herik must have left it there temporarily while he took him to the torture room.
He entered the room and ran to his equipment, putting on his shot vest and analyzing the knife that was in its sheath. How he had missed his companion.
He picked up his radio and pushed one of the buttons as he placed his pistol in its holster.
"Ghost to HQ, on the wire?" He asked, moving toward the door again and watching the hallway, making sure no one was around.
"HQ to Ghost. What happened to you? We monitored your location through the chip, but we haven't been able to get any contact with you." The voice of one of his men said, and Ghost shook his head slightly.
"Yes, there was a setback. They threw a welcome party for me, I had to attend. And then I had to escape from a very angry Pet." He said, looking around the room he was in for a few moments. He needed to act.
"What about the progress of the mission? Time is running out and, well, William is kind of... anxious, so to speak." The agent snorted.
"Yes, I know he would love to hear news of my death. You can send the helicopter." He said, turning off the radio and exiting that room, walking down the corridor at a hurried but silent pace.
As soon as he reached the far end of the corridor, he quickly turned back as he saw two scientists approaching. He ran his eyes around and, not seeing any place he could use to hide, he ran, jumped, and took a leap on the wall, hanging from one of the tubes that ran along the ceiling.
The two scientists walked past him talking about the possibility of manipulating both viruses before application. Ghost just stood motionless, absorbing the information. When they were far enough away, he let himself fall back into the corridor, and this time he followed them, since they were probably heading for some wing of the laboratory.
Minutes later, he reached the corner of another corridor, hiding himself. Tilting his body slightly to the side, he saw the two scientists go through a double door. There were some lockers in front of that door and a restricted area at the end of the corridor.
From the left, he heard some muffled voices, it didn't sound like they were approaching.
Moving quickly, he made his way to the left and observed the situation ahead. A guard was entering a room with what appeared to be two coffee cups in his hands. There was a door just ahead that appeared to be the bathroom, and the corridor curved to the right just ahead.
The agent looked back for a few moments and walked down the hall toward the door the guard had just passed. As he approached, he made the slightest reaction when he saw that this was the control room. A large array of equipment and monitors stood in front of a large window that gave a view of all the movement in the room ahead.
Ghost put his hand on the door handle and remained motionless, observing the room through the window in the wooden structure.
The guard who had taken the coffee cups was still standing. Another was sitting in a chair next to him, with his coffee cup already in his mouth.
They were talking about something trivial, something that the agent didn't care about, he was just watching the movement of the guards, without even blinking.
The moment the guard went to sit down on the chair, Ghost turned the knob and slowly opened the door.
"... Herik said that a representative will be arriving today to analyze the lab." One of the guards said, putting a headset on his head and his coffee cup on the small table next to him.
"Are we going to meet the boss? Why wasn't I notified?" The other asked, both oblivious to the agent's presence.
Before the man could respond, Ghost acted, stabbing his knife into both necks in just a second and pushing the bodies to the ground.
Now it was just a matter of making the magic happen.
The scientists watched the process of manipulating this highly volatile virus with a certain eagerness. The subjects used were mutating in the expected patterns. The data were in line... some of the finished subjects were tested, still in glass tubes, all directly on the developed brain.
What seemed to be just another day of working in the shadows, became a real chaos in a matter of moments. The glass tanks opened, the doors locked, the lights went out.
The scientists were taken by surprise by the unexpected events, and the first scream echoed through the place when one of the creatures advanced towards one of the scientists near one of the glass tanks.
The automatic voice echoed through the scene. "Alert, bioweapon organism out of containment."
The soldiers were alerted, but as the seconds passed, the system crashed, the controls seemed not to work, and within minutes, the lab was infested. The lights flickered, the doors malfunctioned, and the agent responsible for all the chaos was walking towards one of the exits he discovered while looking at the facility's map.
There were three entrances and exits in total. One by elevator that led to one of Herik's offices. Another through the prison, which was the way he entered in the first place, and finally, another through a huge ladder that led up to a huge garage a few hundred meters from the prison, next to the dirt road that ran through the entire facility.
"Attention, self-destruct system activated. Please follow security protocol and flee the premises." The automated voice announced, and with a small sneering smile, Ghost walked through the last electronic door of the facility.
He then turned around and reached for that same device from before.
The door closed and locked, breaking down shortly thereafter. Other than that one door, he had locked the other two doors around the control room before he left.
In other words, everyone who was in there was trapped.
Ghost turned in a certain corridor and passed through a common metal door. He then began to climb the huge ladder in front of him with some speed. He wanted to get away from there as soon as possible.
Not only that, but he had to find a good place to watch the fireworks show that was about to take place.
What he didn't notice was a pair of black eyes wearing a red dress monitoring him from afar as he walked away from the place, just before the huge explosion.
