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[resident_extras]

It had all come to this. Years of planning, devising, conquering, and building, and it all came crashing down around him six years ago. Now, he was nothing more than a rat in a cage, and he hated that feeling. He was Ozwell E. Spencer, not some lowly commoner. But ever since that day, that fated day, he had fallen from the epitome of glory into his

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[finalgirl]

Claire, who will destroy Umbrella's Panama facility two days from now, has just let herself into the building.

It had showed up on computer records she'd taken from the Tokyo lab, and it was odd enough to make her want to check it out. It was shut down, yet a high-priority operation; it wasn't an active building, but Wesker had had it under surveillance until very recently.

So she's come to find out just what the hell makes this place so important. A stolen keycard got her in. She promptly shoots out the security camera in the lobby.

[resident_extras]

When the first security camera went out, Ozwell balled up his fist. He was planning on having a relaxing weekend. Unfortunately, that would not be the case. Slipping away from his desk, he took one last inhale on his cigar before slipping into another part of his office. Once there, he sauntered over to a gun display case, broke it open, and removed a rifle.

[finalgirl]

Claire's wearing Eiko's nightvision sunglasses, so she's not bothering with a light source. She conducts a room-by-room search of the building, starting with the front hall and sweeping around to the west, with a silenced 9mm held ready.

It's obvious almost immediately that this place has been mothballed, for the most part. The desk in the front hall has nothing in it but basic office supplies, and those have a fine coat of dust over them. The security systems are active, but that's the only activity she's seeing.

She opens the front hall's western door with her keycard, and finds herself wincing as overhead flourescents kick on, guiding the way down a long hallway.

Claire passes by two empty restrooms and a ransacked locker room before finding an all-too-familiar sight: a laboratory. Three massive biostorage tanks rest against the far wall, only one of which is inhabited, and that by some unidentifiable cluster of cells. It's a zygote or something, but it's impossible to tell what it is at the moment, and it's been frozen.

[resident_extras]

Spencer waisted no time loading the rifle. He was surprised, though, that it was still in the facility and that there was actually some ammunition for it, but he didn't complain.

Peering over at the cameras, he saw the woman had made it into the laboratory area.

Ozwell frowned and eyed the double doors before having a seat at his desk. If she was going to come, he was ready for her.