Chapitre 20: Chapter 20: The Briefing’s Conclusion
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𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘞𝘦𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘨𝘶𝘯, 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘴.
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Ethan Drake remained seated, his eyes locked on the holographic map of the Hive—a sprawling maze of corridors and laboratories buried beneath Raccoon City. The map swirled and shifted, casting eerie blue light over the faces around the table, but Ethan's focus was unyielding, his thoughts miles ahead in the bowels of the facility where horrors awaited.
Albert Wesker's voice, cold and precise, sliced through the quiet. "You understand the objectives, Drake. The Hive must be contained at all costs." His eyes, hidden behind dark sunglasses, bore into Ethan, their intensity palpable despite the barrier.
Ethan nodded once, curt and controlled. "Understood."
Dr. Lisa Addison, her face drawn with concern, leaned forward, her voice softer, almost pleading. "Ethan, the Hive... it's more dangerous than anything we've encountered before. The mutations—there's no predicting how they've evolved. Please, be cautious."
Ethan didn't answer immediately. He felt the weight of her words but buried them under layers of resolve. The Hive was a death trap—that much was clear—but he had faced death before. It hadn't claimed him yet.
Across the table, Dr. Emily Graves, younger and more idealistic, fidgeted with a stack of reports. She hesitated before speaking, her voice tinged with a hopeful naivety. "Ethan, if you find any survivors... do what you can. There might still be hope."
Her words hung in the air, heavy with the unspoken understanding that hope was a scarce commodity in the Hive. Ethan allowed himself a fleeting moment of reflection, his mind flickering to past missions, to the faces of those he couldn't save. The regret was there, buried deep, but he kept it hidden behind a mask of stoic indifference.
"I'll do what I can," he replied, his voice betraying nothing of the internal conflict that simmered beneath the surface.
Wesker, impatient and dismissive, ended the discussion with a final, chilling directive. "The Hive isn't just a facility, Drake. It's a test. Succeed, and you'll prove your worth. Fail, and you won't leave it alive."
Ethan stood, the movement deliberate and measured. His 6'2" frame cast a long shadow across the room, his presence commanding. The tactical suit he wore felt heavier now, as if the mission's weight had added an extra burden to his gear. His jet-black hair, still slightly tousled from earlier, brushed against his forehead as he adjusted his gloves, the reinforced plating cool against his skin.
He reached for the handle of the door, his hand pausing just before he turned it. The cold metal under his fingers grounded him, a reminder of the tangible reality of the mission. There was no room for doubt, no margin for error. Every word from the briefing team reverberated in his mind—caution, precision, hope—but he knew that once he stepped into the Hive, those words would mean nothing. Only action mattered.
The door's heavy thud as it closed behind him echoed through the sterile hallway, the sound lingering like a specter in the silence. Ethan's footsteps were steady, each one deliberate, as he made his way down the corridor. The white, fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a clinical glow on the smooth, tiled floor beneath his combat boots. His mind, however, was already in the Hive, navigating its endless, winding paths.
As he walked, the tactical details played out in his head—weapon loadouts, entry points, potential threats. The Umbrella Custom 1911 .45 ACP was a familiar weight, its extended magazine and suppressor ready for the silent kills that would undoubtedly be required. He mentally ran through his ammo inventory:
•𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬:3 magazines, 24 rounds total.
•𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫-𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬:2 magazines, 16 rounds total.
•𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬:1 magazine, 8 rounds total.
•𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬:1 magazine, 8 rounds total.
•𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 .𝟒𝟓 𝐀𝐂𝐏 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬: 2 magazines (16 rounds total).
His thoughts shifted to his primary weapon, the HK416, , its smart holographic sight synced to his HUD. He could almost feel the solid stock against his shoulder, the comforting weight of a weapon he knew inside and out. The magazines for the rifle were loaded with a mix of ammunition:
•𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡-𝐕𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬: 2 magazines, 60 rounds total.
•𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫-𝐏𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬: 1 magazine, 30 rounds total.
•𝐈𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬: 1 magazine, 30 rounds total.
•𝐓𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬: 1 magazine, 30 rounds total.
•𝐅𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬: 1 magazine, 30 rounds total.
•𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬: 1 magazine, 30 rounds total.
•𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐇𝐊𝟒𝟏𝟔 𝐑𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬: 2 magazines (60 rounds total).
A total of 270 rounds—each one precise in the hive, where enemy are relentless, and resources were scarce.
Ethan's thoughts drifted to the tactical combat knife he will going to need. The monomolecular edge was sharp enough to slice through steel, and the DNA-coded safety ensured only he could wield it effectively. The blade's nanomaterial coating, capable of injecting a paralytic toxin, was a testament to Umbrella's ruthless efficiency—everything had a purpose, a function, in their war against the biohazard they had created.
With a deep breath, he turned his left . The sterile hallway stretched out before him, a seemingly endless path leading to the unknown. The tension coiled tighter in his chest, but he forced it down, replacing it with cold focus. The Hive awaited, and whatever horrors it held, Ethan was ready.
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𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘯, 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘱𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘴 𝘪𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘶𝘯.
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