Chapter 19: Chapter 19: Ethan's Reflections
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๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ฉ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ธ, ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ช๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต ๐ฅ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ช๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ'๐ด ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ง๐ข๐ณ ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฑ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ด๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ต.
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He sat rigidly in his chair, the cold metal pressing against his back through the layers of his Umbrella Advanced Combat Suit. The suit's nanofiber mesh adjusted subtly to his shifting posture, a silent reminder of the corporation's ever-present grasp. Around him, the dimly lit briefing room echoed with murmurs and the soft tapping of fingers on tablets, but all of it faded into a dull buzz as memories clawed their way to the forefront of his consciousness.
His onyx-black eyes fixed on a small, almost imperceptible stain on the otherwise pristine floorโa smudge of darkened hue against sterile white. To anyone else, it would be meaningless, a trivial blemish in an otherwise immaculate environment. But for Ethan, it was a portal, pulling him back into the shadows of his past.
Rain pelted down in sheets, turning the narrow alleyway into a river of grime and debris. The air was thick with the stench of rotting garbage, wet pavement, and the acrid tang of smoke from a distant fire. Six-year-old Ethan stood barefoot in the freezing puddles, his small frame shivering violently under a threadbare hoodie soaked through to the bone. His fists were clenched so tight that his nails bit into his palms, drawing thin lines of blood that mingled with the rainwater dripping from his fingers.
Before him lay his mother, her lifeless body sprawled awkwardly across the cobblestone. Her once vibrant eyes stared blankly into the stormy sky, reflecting flashes of lightning that illuminated the horror etched into her frozen features. A dark pool spread beneath her, the rain diluting the blood but never washing away the deep crimson that stained the street.
Ethan's throat burned with suppressed screams, his voice trapped behind a wall of shock and despair. The world around him blurred, sounds muffled as if he were submerged underwater. The distant wail of sirens grew louder, but they were too late. They were always too late.
A rough hand suddenly grabbed his shoulder, yanking him back into the chaos of reality. He looked up to see a man dressed in a dark suit, his face obscured by shadows and the brim of a fedora. The man's grip was firm, almost painful, but his voice was eerily calm.
"Come with me, boy," the stranger commanded, his tone leaving no room for defiance.
Ethan resisted, trying to pull away, but the man's hold tightened, dragging him away from his mother's side and into a waiting black sedan at the mouth of the alley. The car's door slammed shut behind him, sealing his fate and plunging him into a darkness that would shape the rest of his life.
Back in the briefing room, Ethan's jaw clenched, muscles tensing as the memory faded, replaced by another.
He was fourteen now, standing in a stark, windowless training facility deep beneath the earth's surface. The walls were lined with reinforced steel, and the floor was a grid of worn mats stained with sweat and blood. A dozen other adolescents stood alongside him, each dressed in identical black training gear, their eyes hollow and bodies battered from endless drills.
An instructor circled them like a predator, his eyes sharp and unforgiving. Without warning, he barked an order, and the room erupted into controlled chaos. Ethan moved instinctively, his body reacting before his mind fully processed the command. He lunged at his assigned opponent, a taller boy with a cruel smirk and eyes that betrayed a sadistic pleasure in the violence.
The fight was brutal and swift. The other boy swung first, a wide arc aimed at Ethan's jaw. Ethan ducked smoothly, his enhanced reflexes turning the attack into an opportunity. He drove his fist into the boy's ribs, feeling the satisfying crunch of bone giving way under his knuckles. The boy gasped, staggered, but recovered quickly, launching a flurry of kicks and punches that forced Ethan to retreat a few steps.
But Ethan was relentless. He sidestepped a high kick, grabbed the boy's extended leg, and twisted sharply. A scream echoed through the room as the boy collapsed, clutching his twisted limb. Ethan didn't stop. He pressed his advantage, delivering a calculated strike to the boy's temple, knocking him unconscious.
"Enough," the instructor's voice boomed, and Ethan immediately stepped back, his chest heaving but his face expressionless. The instructor approached, looking down at the fallen boy before turning his gaze to Ethan. There was a flicker of something akin to approval in his eyes.
"Well done, Drake. Again."
Ethan nodded, already moving to his next opponent as the cycle of violence continued unabated. Day after day, fight after fight, he honed his skills, his body becoming a weapon forged in pain and discipline. But with each victory, a piece of his innocence crumbled away, leaving behind a hardened shell filled with purpose but devoid of joy.
A sharp, authoritative voice yanked Ethan back to the present.
"Drake, are you even listening?"
Dr. Albert Wesker stood at the front of the room, his imposing figure silhouetted against the glowing briefing screen. His ever-present sunglasses reflected the ambient light, concealing his eyes but not the irritation evident in his tone.
Ethan's eyes snapped up, meeting the blank lenses head-on. His face betrayed nothing. "Every word," he replied coolly, his voice steady and composed.
Wesker's lips curled into a thin, mocking smile. "Then perhaps you can enlighten us on the primary objective parameters?"
Before Ethan could respond, Dr. Lisa Addison interjected, her voice soft but firm. "Albert, perhaps a short break would be beneficial. It's been a long briefing."
Wesker turned his head slowly toward her, his smile fading. "This is not a daycare, Dr. Addison. We proceed as scheduled."
Lisa's eyes flashed with defiance, but she held her tongue, her gaze shifting briefly to Ethan with a hint of concern. Ethan gave a barely perceptible nod, acknowledging her silent support.
Colonel Victor Reynolds cleared his throat, his gruff voice cutting through the tension. "The mission details are clear. Drake knows what's expected of him. Let's not waste time on unnecessary distractions."
Ethan's gaze drifted back to the display screen, now showing detailed schematics of the Hive's upper levels. His mind cataloged every corridor, every entry point, every potential ambush spot. But beneath the surface calculations, unease simmered. The Hive was a labyrinth engineered for containment and secrecy, and he knew all too well that Umbrella's secrets were often deadly.
Dr. Emily Graves leaned forward, her fingers dancing across her tablet as she pulled up additional data. "Ethan, we've identified several hotspots where the T-virus mutations are most concentrated. You'll need to be prepared for rapid adaptability in your tactics."
She glanced up, her green eyes wide behind her glasses, a mixture of excitement and fear evident in her expression. "Some of these mutations exhibit unprecedented resilience. Standard ammunition may prove ineffective."
Ethan's attention sharpened. "What are you recommending?"
Emily hesitated briefly before responding. "We've developed new incendiary rounds and high-impact explosives specifically designed to counter these threats. They've been integrated into your loadout."
She tapped her tablet, and a detailed list of his updated ammunition appeared on the main screen. Ethan's eyes scanned the information swiftly.
๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐จ ๐๐จ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ฉ๐๐๐ญ๐:
โข ๐๐ง๐๐๐ง๐๐ข๐๐ซ๐ฒ .๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ: 2 magazines (16 rounds total).
โข ๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ: 2 magazines (60 rounds total).
ย โข๐๐ซ๐ฒ๐จ ๐๐ซ๐๐ง๐๐๐๐ฌ: 3 units, capable of freezing targets within a five-meter radius.
Ethan nodded, processing the additions. "What about penetration capabilities? Will these rounds compromise structural integrity in confined spaces?"
Emily smiled faintly, appreciation gleaming in her eyes at his quick assessment. "The rounds are engineered for maximum effectiveness against organic targets with minimal collateral damage. Structural compromise should be negligible."
Wesker stepped forward, his presence dominating the room once more. "Time is of the essence. You deploy at 0600 hours. Ensure all preparations are complete."
He paused, then added with a chilling finality, "Failure is not an option, Drake. Remember what's at stake."
Ethan met Wesker's gaze unwaveringly, the weight of unspoken threats heavy in the air. "I always do."
The room fell into a momentary silence, the hum of the monitors the only sound as the gravity of the mission settled over them all.ย
Ethan remained seated, his eyes lingering on the slowly rotating 3D model of the Hive displayed before him. Shadows danced across his face, highlighting the sharp angles and the steely resolve etched into his features.
A soft rustle drew his attention. Lisa stood beside him, her brow creased with worry.
"Ethan," she said softly, placing a tentative hand on his shoulder. "Be careful down there. There's more going on than they're telling us."
He looked up at her, a hint of warmth flickering in his otherwise cold gaze. "There always is."
She squeezed his shoulder gently before withdrawing, her footsteps echoing softly as she left him alone and go to other side of room.
Alone now, Ethan exhaled slowly, his mind a battlefield of memories and anticipations. He reached into his pocket, fingers brushing against the small, crumpled note he'd found earlier: ๐๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฏ๐ฐ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฆ.
The words were a stark reminder of the treacherous path ahead, a path he would have to navigate alone despite the illusion of support surrounding him.
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๐๐ต๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ'๐ด ๐ฆ๐บ๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฎ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ณ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข ๐ด๐ช๐ฏ๐จ๐ถ๐ญ๐ข๐ณ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ค๐ถ๐ด. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ธ๐ข๐ช๐ต๐ฆ๐ฅ, ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ช๐ต, ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐จ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ด๐ต๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ฑ๐ข๐ด๐ต ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ด ๐ฐ๐ง ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ถ๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ฆ.ย
๐๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ต๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฎ.
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