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Back to Raccoon City.
Ada, Svetlana, and Sienna were currently exploring one of the underground laboratory sections connected to Spencer Memorial Hospital.
"Jesus… what the hell happened here?" Sienna muttered as they entered the lab's plant sector. Inside, grotesque mutant plants had overgrown the area—zombie-like vegetation entwined with what remained of several researchers. Half-devoured bodies were fused into the vines, and the massive growth completely blocked the path leading deeper into the facility.
"Looks like the researchers here loved their plants more than their own lives," Ada said coldly.
She moved toward a computer terminal in an adjacent control room and began entering a code, activating the incineration system that would allow them to proceed further into the area where Dr. William was believed to be located.
Moments later, the room echoed with an automated announcement.
[Dispension solution now.]
The planting area was suddenly drenched in a chemical dispersion fluid. Seconds later, flames erupted—fire roaring through the chamber, engulfing the mutated plants and incinerating everything in its path, clearing the way forward.
After several minutes, the flames finally died out. The area fell silent once more, returning to an unsettling calm. Across the lab, every plant had been completely incinerated—nothing left but scorched floors and blackened walls.
"Come on, the big guy. He's waiting for us over there," Ada said with a faint smile as she glanced toward Svetlana.
Svetlana smiled back and nodded. "Yeah, let's move a little faster then—so we don't keep Allen waiting too long," she replied, rolling her shoulders as she prepared herself. "Though honestly, I'm sure Allen wouldn't mind if we took our time here."
She tightened her grip, her expression sharpening as Dr. William Birkin's name crossed her mind. After all, Allen and Claire were probably enjoying themselves over at Annette's place right now. That just meant Svetlana could give them more time—while she turned William into her personal punching bag.
After they entered Area A, the place was completely empty.
"Are you sure he's here?" Svetlana asked, scanning the room. There was no sign of anyone—or anything.
Ada, meanwhile, was checking her phone. She nodded calmly. "Yeah. I'm sure. William's location is right here. I tagged him earlier with a tracking device," she said while scanning the surrounding area.
A moment later, her screen beeped. "Found him. He's hiding in the ventilation system."
Hearing that, Sienna immediately raised her weapon and aimed at the ceiling. Without hesitation, she fired her grenade launcher.
BOOM—!
The ceiling shattered, metal and concrete raining down as William Birkin crashed to the floor below.
"GRAAAAAHHH!" William roared in rage.
Sienna prepared to fire another round, but Svetlana raised a hand, stopping her.
"Don't. He's mine."
"Tch, fine," Sienna clicked her tongue. "But be careful. That thing looks really pissed."
"Relax," Svetlana replied calmly. Then she spoke a single word.
"Wednesday."
[Yes, ma'am.]
"Activate full combat mode."
Her bracelet lit up, and in an instant, a full-body combat suit enveloped Svetlana, sealing around her like liquid metal. Without wasting a second, she dashed forward at incredible speed and slammed her fist into William.
BAM—!
The impact sent William flying, crashing down to the lowest level of the area. Svetlana leapt after him, driving another punch straight into the exposed, eye-like core on his mutated body.
"AAARGH—GUAAAH!" William screamed in agony.
Snarling, William grabbed Svetlana mid-air, slammed her hard into the ground, then hurled her straight into a concrete wall.
"Svetlana!" Sienna shouted, raising her weapon.
"Don't interfere!" Svetlana yelled back.
She stepped out of the shattered wall, completely unharmed. Her suit glowed brightly, kinetic energy visibly surging across its surface.
Seeing this, Ada simply sighed and shook her head. "Come on, Sienna. Let's just let our sister have some fun for a bit."
Sure enough, Svetlana charged William again—this time drawing her knife. She began stabbing him repeatedly, laughing as she did so.
Sienna watched for a moment, then nodded and lowered her weapon.
Moments later, William struck back, sending Svetlana flying once more—this time straight into a gas tank.
BOOOOM—!
A massive explosion engulfed her.
But instead of stopping her, it only made Svetlana laugh louder.
"Hahahahaha! Good! I love this—our battle would be legendary!"
Ada and Sienna, watching the scene unfold, couldn't help but feel a little sorry for Dr. William. At this point, he was nothing more than a punching bag for Svetlana.
This time, however, Svetlana seemed to get a bit more serious, deliberately evading each of William's attacks.
"GRAAAHH!" William lunged forward, trying to stab her with one of his sharpened arms.
Svetlana sidestepped effortlessly. Moving with superhuman speed, she slashed downward—cleanly severing one of William's fingers.
"AAAGH!" William screamed in pain.
Casually, Svetlana picked up the severed finger and tossed it toward Ada.
"Thanks, sister," Ada said with a smile as she caught it. She immediately secured it inside a prepared briefcase—she had gotten exactly what she came for.
After that, Svetlana went right back to having fun, relentlessly punching and repeatedly stabbing William's eye, even as it regenerated over and over again.
"Hahahaha! Come on, ugly monster. Is that really all you can do?" Svetlana taunted, continuing her assault.
Thirty minutes passed.
Eventually, William's movements slowed… then stopped entirely. His body, covered in wounds, collapsed into a deep coma. Even though he had evolved further—now possessing four arms—he still couldn't keep up with Svetlana's speed and agility.
"Looks like this thing can't move anymore," Svetlana said coldly, preparing to finish William off.
Suddenly, an automated warning echoed through the lab.
[Virus leakage detected. Facility quarantine will begin in two minutes.]
"Hey, Svetlana, we should go!" Sienna shouted.
"Tsk… looks like you got lucky this time," Svetlana muttered.
A moment later, she sprinted forward and leapt away with ease. Without wasting another second, the three of them evacuated the area, escaping just in time before the quarantine sealed the lab shut.
...
Meanwhile, at Allen's location, after several hours of passionate lovemaking that left Claire fainted and utterly spent, he finally rose from the bed. The hum of the lab machine signaled that his antivirus was complete.
He quickly delivered the antivirus to the members of Echo Six and USS Delta. "Okay, now you don't have to worry about turning into zombies anymore," he said after administering the vaccines.
"Thank you, Dr. Allen. We truly appreciate your help," H.U.N.K. and Jertigham replied, personally expressing their gratitude.
"You're welcome," Allen responded, appreciating their thanks.
"Dr. Allen, do you need assistance getting out of here? We can request military support to deploy helicopters for you and your group later," Jertigham offered.
Allen shook his head. "Thanks, but I think that's won't be necessary.... I already have my own ride arranged."
"Alright then," Jertigham said.
Allen and the others chatted casually for a bit, as he wanted to wait for his three girls to return before continuing their journey.
Meanwhile, in the adjacent room, Claire had just awakened from her unconscious state.
"Ahhh!" Claire gasped, feeling pain and soreness throughout much of her body, especially in her groin and abdomen.
"That damn beast... Yeah, now I get why those women let Allen build his harem," she muttered.
Of course, she was thinking that if Allen ravaged her like this every night, her body would surely break down.
"Shit..." Claire said, eyeing her condition—her slightly swollen belly, like a woman three months pregnant—because her womb was filled with Allen's yogurt.
Claire tentatively touched her belly and pressed it gently.
"Aughhhh, fuck, fuck, fuck," she moaned as Allen's yogurt fluid leaked from her pussy.
And after she painfully forced all of Allen's yogurt out of her stomach, Claire slowly tried to get back on her feet and put her clothes back on.
"Where did that idiot go?" Claire muttered, shaking her head. To her, Allen was seriously irresponsible for leaving her alone like this.
However, almost the moment she said that, Allen, Ada, and Svetlana walked into the room—perfectly timed to catch Claire completely naked as she struggled to pull her shirt and pants back on.
As for Sienna, she had already regrouped with her team and would be following Allen to the Mansion later, after finishing her mission in the city.
"Welcome to the family, I guess," Ada said with a smile as she looked at Claire.
Hearing that, Claire felt a little embarrassed, yet also relieved—almost happy—that the women didn't seem angry about her having slept with their lover.
Svetlana then stepped closer to Claire. "Here, let me help you get dressed," she said as she picked up Claire's clothes and helped her put them back on, treating her like a new sister.
"Thank you," Claire said softly, not refusing the help.
As for Allen, he felt genuinely happy seeing his women getting along like this, without any resentment or hostility toward one another—unlike in those Japanese anime stories where the women constantly bicker for no clear reason just because of the protagonist.
Not long after that, they finally left the hospital as the sun rose in the east. At that moment, Allen had to carry Claire in his arms, since she was still having trouble walking.
Svetlana went off to look for a vehicle they could steal, and not long after, she returned to pick them up.
"Get in," she said.
.....
Meanwhile, H.U.N.K.'s team and Jertigham's unit worked together, pushing deeper into the hospital. The deeper they went, the heavier the air became—thick with the stench of disinfectant, blood, and something far worse. Emergency lights flickered overhead, casting long, distorted shadows across the walls as distant groans echoed through the corridors.
After a tense search through sealed labs and abandoned operating rooms, they finally found what they were looking for: a series of reinforced canisters containing a specialized liquid compound. According to the recovered data, the substance was capable of restoring and enhancing damaged Tyrant-class bio-weapons, including Thanatos and Nemesis. Exactly the kind of thing Umbrella would kill to keep hidden.
With the objective secured, H.U.N.K. quickly reorganized the operation. He split from the U.S.S. Delta Team after issuing concise orders, assigning part of his unit to begin a separate search for the remaining G-Serum rumored to be stored somewhere else within the hospital complex. Time was running out, and lingering too long would only increase the risk of total containment failure.
Elsewhere, Exco Six moved independently through another section of the facility. Unlike H.U.N.K.'s mission, theirs wasn't about recovery—it was about exposure. They searched for documents, recordings, and any physical evidence that could tie Umbrella directly to the outbreak. Broken terminals, bloodstained reports, and corrupted files painted a grim picture of human experimentation and corporate negligence.
Every team knew the same truth: this hospital wasn't just a medical facility anymore. It was a crime scene, a laboratory of horrors, and a ticking time bomb. And Umbrella was at the center of it all.
...
Allen was currently on the comms with Lupo, asking for her position and the status of Black Rose—the remaining active members still operating inside the city and focused on evacuating as many civilians as possible before Raccoon City completely collapsed.
The response came quickly. Lupo reported that she was with Rachel, Michaela, and Cristine. Their position was relatively close—near an underground subway access point that connected to the old transit line leading straight toward the Clock Tower. That location had been designated as the helicopter extraction point.
Hearing that, Allen made the call without hesitation. It was the fastest and safest route out of the city.
"Alright," Allen said calmly. "Hold your position. We're moving to you now."
He ended the transmission and glanced at the others. The decision was already made.
The group immediately changed course, moving through ruined streets littered with abandoned cars, burning debris, and the distant sounds of chaos. Sirens wailed somewhere far off, mixing with gunfire and inhuman screams echoing from the shadows. Every step toward the subway entrance felt like a race against time.