It had been so many years since Racoon City, so many years and yet it felt like yesterday. Claire wasn’t exactly certain of what she should do half of the time, most of it was her falling along with her gut instinct. While she was close to her brother there was still so much about the BSAA’s work that he didn’t divulge to his younger sister, much to the dismay of the female Redfield. All she knew was that there was more than what the officials were saying in China. Then again Claire didn’t find herself in the know-all most of the time here at Terra-save, most of the time they were treated like the ugly step children that really seemed to get in the way of getting things done. Not how Claire liked to think of it but…it wasn’t unreasonable to her. But that’s why she had managed to bug her brother as well as Leon during their last meet up and had learned of Umbrella’s underground facility in China. As her own independent affiliate, Claire knew she needed to get the biometrics and information on the newest innovations of Umbrella, they needed to get a better hand in this war against bio-terrorism. All she had to do…was not get caught by Umbrella…or the BSAA.
With her pistol in hand, her fingerless gloves clutching at the ribbed grip of her fire-arm, Claire ducked down under the desks and cubicles as she tried to make her way through the abyss of disarray in the leave of Umbrella as they did their best to evacuate. Some of the documents as she passed by had been in Mandarin, and some of it in English, but she really didn’t think anything would come of simple paperwork here at the pencil pusher level. Hearing the distant foot-fall of boots in the distance, the unnerved Claire had swallowed hard. “C’mon Claire, you can do this. Just like old times. You’ve got this.” This was her attempt to resoldify her intentions of going into the underground with not a soul knowing where she was. Not Chris, nor Leon, not even Sherry.
The footfalls of the BSAA grew louder with every passing second and she could hear their commands and feedback from their headpieces. Claire needed to be out of sight, out of mind and thus she looked around desperately for any means of escape. Find a floor level vent across the cubicle. She ducked low and charged forward but immediately was stopped in her tracks as she had seen the emerald green light of the night vision goggles that were patented for the BSAA. Claire who had been right near the floor vent had stopped and quickly rolled into the cubicle to her left, quietly trying to pry the desk chair to block her visual. It was a last ditch effort and she knew at that moment how unbelievably rusty she was not to hear the gentle gait of the man who served as a scout just now.
The Alarm was blaring and lights were illuminating the room with crimson and then darkness in a relentless sequence, but as Claire tucked herself beneath the desk, she could have sworn that she heard…machines…liquid…? She swallowed thickly as she watched through half-lidded eyes as the scout reluctantly traveled back to his group, uncertain of where Umbrella had ran off to. With the footfall of retreat now evident, Claire quickly brought herself to the floor vent to find it was a hook latch sort of vent much to her approval. Trying desperately, the brunette found that vent was just too small with her leather jacket and thus, she would have to leave it behind; for now. The cool air of the vent assaulted her skin as the female slowly crawled her way through the floor vent and explored through the different rooms until she came to one that didn’t look like a hurricane blew through it and there was a pod in the middle. Listening for several seconds, Claire soon dropped down from the vent and thus into the room, almost faltering in catching herself.
As Claire lifted her head, pistol still at the ready, she was met face to face with the monster she met on the island…”But…I thought….he was dead….No.” She swallowed hard as there was this high-pitch ringing in her ears now that made her unable to truly comprehend what was going on. WIth her hand on the console in order to catch herself, Claire’s emerald hues took another gander…it was true, this was Albert Wesker. Soon an excessive amount of hissing was released and Claire’s eyes widened as she didn’t understand what was going on, her eyes looked at the pod Wesker was nestled within and noticed that it seemed to be…decompressing. “Nonononononono.” She hissed out clicking her fingers against the keyboard in a desperate attempt to stop from releasing this monstrosity. Realizing that her efforts were in vain, she fell to the floor, back to the console, her hands gripped at her pistol as she reluctantly peeked back and over towards the opening stasis pod.
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