There's a sound that's almost a start to a shout, then a gunshot from inside one of the rooms, and then Wesker joins the two women in the hallway. They've sent away the bulk of their firepower, but this should be simpler so long as they hurry.
"We need to move," he says, simply. "Some won't know what to make of that, especially when there's no alarm."
There's the sound of feet moving down the hallway, and he starts quickly for the door. They can, hopefully, move undetected in the night outside.
The tall, dark woman in black behind Mary Anne has no visible weaponry. She is wearing trousers (odd, and vaguely uncomfortable) and a shirt rather than her accustomed garments.
Their guide? Is moving the other way, because there's gunfire from outside; the men sensibly got moving, and have discovered other things are moving too.
"They'll sweep through and then follow the disturbance. There's a bookshelf I don't think they know about-" he keeps his voice low, since the place has gone still. There are hurrying footsteps, but he leads them into a side room, flips the lock, and pulls a bookshelf out of place, motioning for them to go through the trapdoor.
It smells. . . odd down there, like rot and damp, and the place's construction layout changes completely to something wide, modern, and functional. Apparently, whatever's moved down here, it takes up a lot of space.
The woman known as Anath Dorje also looks around, though her nose does not wrinkle. Her face shows more than mild interest, and a faint regret that she will not have time to learn the secrets held here.
Wesker is already off down the long, well-lit hallway, trying to keep his footsteps from echoing much down the bare concrete. He glances back over his shoulder as there's the unwelcome sound of the trapdoor opening behind them
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"Holy shit," she murmurs, somewhat distracted by the sharks.
She shakes her head, glancing around the rest of the room. She can't see anybody on the upper floor, but there are a few other scientists on the first floor. Who happen to be looking up at her, Wesker and Semirhage.
"Shit," she repeats. With too many to fight, this should be the time for things that explode. Or things that break.
She looks back at the tank, at her rifle, then at Wesker. He nods, and she takes aim. "Get ready to run," she says, and pulls the trigger.
The tank is strong, but between half a clip of bullets and the thrashing of the sharks inside, it cracks, then explodes out in a rush of water and cranky bioweapons.
There is a faint smile, and the woman known as Anath Dorje begins to glow. She makes a small moue of distaste at it, and no other motion.
The green threads of woven Earth, however, that she channels into the pressure valves in order to weaken them, do not seem to mind that they are visible.
The water's roaring out through the side of the tank as it continues to give under the pressure. It seems nothing could survive the initial rush, but judging by the occasional upward sprays of water, the sharks are fine and flopping. The double doors start to open, but a knife-sized piece of tank shatters against the door beside it. The soldiers outside decide to wait just another minute before coming in.
The sides of the tank continue to spiderweb under the force. It doesn't look to Wesker like it's going to hold together a lot longer, and he doubts either woman will hear him if he tries to call. The first floor is filling up fast, and without the valve system properly working, the steel shutters meant to protect the observation room aren't closing. Fortunately, that wasn't Wesker's ideal bolthole; he heads to a small side door and opens it, turning back to see if his companions have noticed he's got a shelter.
Mary Anne fires towards the double doors, as extra encouragement for the soldiers to stay inside.
As she nears Wesker, a mercenary emerges from the side door, but he takes a rifle butt to the face before he can get very far. Mary Anne steps over his prone body and through the door.
Fire and Earth, this time, woven together into Arrows of Fire, a weave which fires one red filament from each fingertip and these blow holes in any body they touch.
She is not smiling. That would be a waste; as are these deaths. They go by too fast and there is no art in them.
The noise is starting to die down; then the wall and part of the railing shakes as one of the sharks smashes itself against the glass in the observation room. The water's still flowing, although the current now as it starts to fill up under the walkway is not strong enough to knock anyone down.
There's a siren going off in the room below, but the shark smashes itself against the barrier again and that time the glass breaks and the water floods in, taking the shark with it. It's unlikely anyone inside is going to come out.
There's blood in the water; the other two sharks are circling up, although the smaller is listing badly from damage taken when it hit the floor. A few of the brighter mercenaries are trying to fall back, while the others are busy directing fire towards the woman and the shapes in the water.
Wesker? Is just going to hang out in this small, peaceful side room for a little longer, thank you.
Mary Anne peers around the door frame to take stock of the situation. She fires at the mercenaries, splitting their attention between her and Semirhage.
She's still got part of her attention tuned on those sharks, though.
Wesker can barely hear her low and lovely voice over the ringing of his ears.
"Main mansion, down the stairs." He has the key, yes.
Someone's screaming in the observation room; probably a survivor who was able to get to the inner deck. Given the way it's cut off, the water seems to have risen enough for the shark to reach him. The water, in fact, is rising over the walkway and starting to fill the side room.
"We should leave about now."
That's kind of interrupted by the way the larger shark completely snatches a man off the walkway and drags him down, resurfacing a few seconds later to go after another.
"We need to move," he says, simply. "Some won't know what to make of that, especially when there's no alarm."
There's the sound of feet moving down the hallway, and he starts quickly for the door. They can, hopefully, move undetected in the night outside.
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"Just lead the way," she murmurs, glancing back over her shoulder.
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She waits, silent, for their guide to move.
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"They'll sweep through and then follow the disturbance. There's a bookshelf I don't think they know about-" he keeps his voice low, since the place has gone still. There are hurrying footsteps, but he leads them into a side room, flips the lock, and pulls a bookshelf out of place, motioning for them to go through the trapdoor.
It smells. . . odd down there, like rot and damp, and the place's construction layout changes completely to something wide, modern, and functional. Apparently, whatever's moved down here, it takes up a lot of space.
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After a quick glance around, she steps through and to the left. Keeping her back to the wall, she takes a look around the new room.
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She shakes her head, glancing around the rest of the room. She can't see anybody on the upper floor, but there are a few other scientists on the first floor. Who happen to be looking up at her, Wesker and Semirhage.
"Shit," she repeats. With too many to fight, this should be the time for things that explode. Or things that break.
She looks back at the tank, at her rifle, then at Wesker. He nods, and she takes aim. "Get ready to run," she says, and pulls the trigger.
The tank is strong, but between half a clip of bullets and the thrashing of the sharks inside, it cracks, then explodes out in a rush of water and cranky bioweapons.
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The green threads of woven Earth, however, that she channels into the pressure valves in order to weaken them, do not seem to mind that they are visible.
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The sides of the tank continue to spiderweb under the force. It doesn't look to Wesker like it's going to hold together a lot longer, and he doubts either woman will hear him if he tries to call. The first floor is filling up fast, and without the valve system properly working, the steel shutters meant to protect the observation room aren't closing. Fortunately, that wasn't Wesker's ideal bolthole; he heads to a small side door and opens it, turning back to see if his companions have noticed he's got a shelter.
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As she nears Wesker, a mercenary emerges from the side door, but he takes a rifle butt to the face before he can get very far. Mary Anne steps over his prone body and through the door.
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She is not smiling. That would be a waste; as are these deaths. They go by too fast and there is no art in them.
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There's a siren going off in the room below, but the shark smashes itself against the barrier again and that time the glass breaks and the water floods in, taking the shark with it. It's unlikely anyone inside is going to come out.
There's blood in the water; the other two sharks are circling up, although the smaller is listing badly from damage taken when it hit the floor. A few of the brighter mercenaries are trying to fall back, while the others are busy directing fire towards the woman and the shapes in the water.
Wesker? Is just going to hang out in this small, peaceful side room for a little longer, thank you.
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She's still got part of her attention tuned on those sharks, though.
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"Main mansion, down the stairs." He has the key, yes.
Someone's screaming in the observation room; probably a survivor who was able to get to the inner deck. Given the way it's cut off, the water seems to have risen enough for the shark to reach him. The water, in fact, is rising over the walkway and starting to fill the side room.
"We should leave about now."
That's kind of interrupted by the way the larger shark completely snatches a man off the walkway and drags him down, resurfacing a few seconds later to go after another.
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