Wesker paused once he was in this room, looking over all the equipment. Someone had clearly been here before, but a quick glance around revealed that there wasn't too much taken already.
The fact that someone had taken bottles of some very hazardous chemicals off the yellow cabinets and simply left them on the floor was a little bit disturbing. A quick glance revealed that it wouldn't have been that big a disaster if they were to leak liquids and come in contact with one another, but Wesker still had to shake his head.
Perhaps he'd trap the chemical storage for the next person who arrived? Well, he should focus on what he came here for first.
There was Hydrogen Peroxide... what was the saying? Hydrogen Peroxide kills chemists. That was it. There was also alcohol, and while it wasn't of the grade Wesker would have preferred, it would certainly work.
He was curious what else they had, though, and began examining the available chemicals.
After making a mental inventory of what was available, Wesker grabbed a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a bottle of alcohol, carefully slipping them into different pockets in his jacket.
That done, Wesker grabbed a test tube and a test tube rack, slipping six test tubes into his pockets, three alongside each of the bottles.
Now to set his trap. He knew there would be other people coming here, so perhaps they would assume it was that person that was out to get them. As long as Wesker got away quickly enough, no one need know it was him.
Wesker carefully scattered small chloride crystals across the ground around the door. After that he grabbed the bottle of ammonia and unscrewed the lid, but left the lid sitting on top of the bottle to prevent too many vapors from escaping.
That done, he carefully left the room, pausing as he closed the door behind himself to crouch down and place the ammonia bottle, open, next to the door.
The only warning Leon had was a faint thud as the door opened. He stepped forward, shining his light around, looking for the source of the noise.
The smell was the first thing he noticed. As he moved into the room, something splashed underneath his boots. He aimed the flashlight at the floor, but the liquid on the floor was obscured by a rising cloud of gas. Leon frowned, confused, then started coughing as the gas reached his lungs. The gas burned with every gasping breath.
Eyes watering and lungs aching, Leon stumbled backwards, falling through the door more than anything.
The gas had dispersed enough that it only caused a faint irritation at the back of his throat, so Brainiac 5 pushed open the door the rest of the way and ventured inside. His flashlight illuminated neat rows of yellow and dark blue cabinets, some of which had obviously already been opened and gone through. Unfortunately there was no larger equipment that looked like it might have had something to do with how he came to be here, but there was always the possibility that the smaller cabinets would contain something useful.
"Let me know if you find anything that looks highly advanced and complicated," he said to Grell. Admittedly that was a rather vague description, but not knowing what to expect he could hardly be more specific. He opened one of the yellow cabinets and carefully began to look over the various containers of chemicals, but so far, everything was fairly normal for such a facility.
The smell was worse in here as far as Grell was concerned, but then he hated having anything irritate his senses. He'd hated London before the sewage system went into place and he'd hated it when the rivers ran low. Unpleasant smells were one thing he'd never get used to, no matter how long he lived. Holding his flashlight out as Brainiac 5 went into the next room, he managed to keep the smile off his face completely when he saw the rows of cabinents. Unfortunate that some were already broken into, but he was certain he'd be able to find something worth playing with
( ... )
"Peroxide? No, not what I meant," he said, just managing to keep an exasperated sigh to himself. "Look for something along the lines of the computer in the other room - technology, not chemicals." He shone the flashlight over the bottles as Grell moved away to look through the other cabinets, there was always the possibility that what he was searching for would be hidden somehow to keep with the appearance of 20th century technology levels, so as much as he hated having to waste time, it was important he look over everything with a relative amount of care
( ... )
That flash of instinctive fear was all that Grell needed. The boy had turned around and he seemed so completely...stupid. Here was a man holding a scalpel and he wasn't even running. What a shame to have this be the first blood he spilled here.
"In here?" he asked, holding the box up. "Not quite."
Now that his eyes had adjusted and had picked up their usual green sheen that came with using his powers, he could see Brainiac - poor little robot boy - looking up at him like he was still that stupid butler. He did so love it when his victims didn't realize the danger they were in. Grinning wide, he gave Brainiac 5 a toothy smile and, in a flash, Grell drove the scalpel hard at the boy's shoulder, intending to drive it through flesh and into the cabinent behind him.
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Wesker paused once he was in this room, looking over all the equipment. Someone had clearly been here before, but a quick glance around revealed that there wasn't too much taken already.
The fact that someone had taken bottles of some very hazardous chemicals off the yellow cabinets and simply left them on the floor was a little bit disturbing. A quick glance revealed that it wouldn't have been that big a disaster if they were to leak liquids and come in contact with one another, but Wesker still had to shake his head.
Perhaps he'd trap the chemical storage for the next person who arrived? Well, he should focus on what he came here for first.
There was Hydrogen Peroxide... what was the saying? Hydrogen Peroxide kills chemists. That was it. There was also alcohol, and while it wasn't of the grade Wesker would have preferred, it would certainly work.
He was curious what else they had, though, and began examining the available chemicals.
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That done, Wesker grabbed a test tube and a test tube rack, slipping six test tubes into his pockets, three alongside each of the bottles.
Now to set his trap. He knew there would be other people coming here, so perhaps they would assume it was that person that was out to get them. As long as Wesker got away quickly enough, no one need know it was him.
Wesker carefully scattered small chloride crystals across the ground around the door. After that he grabbed the bottle of ammonia and unscrewed the lid, but left the lid sitting on top of the bottle to prevent too many vapors from escaping.
That done, he carefully left the room, pausing as he closed the door behind himself to crouch down and place the ammonia bottle, open, next to the door.
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The only warning Leon had was a faint thud as the door opened. He stepped forward, shining his light around, looking for the source of the noise.
The smell was the first thing he noticed. As he moved into the room, something splashed underneath his boots. He aimed the flashlight at the floor, but the liquid on the floor was obscured by a rising cloud of gas. Leon frowned, confused, then started coughing as the gas reached his lungs. The gas burned with every gasping breath.
Eyes watering and lungs aching, Leon stumbled backwards, falling through the door more than anything.
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The gas had dispersed enough that it only caused a faint irritation at the back of his throat, so Brainiac 5 pushed open the door the rest of the way and ventured inside. His flashlight illuminated neat rows of yellow and dark blue cabinets, some of which had obviously already been opened and gone through. Unfortunately there was no larger equipment that looked like it might have had something to do with how he came to be here, but there was always the possibility that the smaller cabinets would contain something useful.
"Let me know if you find anything that looks highly advanced and complicated," he said to Grell. Admittedly that was a rather vague description, but not knowing what to expect he could hardly be more specific. He opened one of the yellow cabinets and carefully began to look over the various containers of chemicals, but so far, everything was fairly normal for such a facility.
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"In here?" he asked, holding the box up. "Not quite."
Now that his eyes had adjusted and had picked up their usual green sheen that came with using his powers, he could see Brainiac - poor little robot boy - looking up at him like he was still that stupid butler. He did so love it when his victims didn't realize the danger they were in. Grinning wide, he gave Brainiac 5 a toothy smile and, in a flash, Grell drove the scalpel hard at the boy's shoulder, intending to drive it through flesh and into the cabinent behind him.
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