Bab 20: Chapter 20: The Briefingโs Conclusion
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๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ ๐ข๐ง๐ต๐ฆ๐ณ ๐๐ฆ๐ด๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ณ'๐ด ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐ข๐ญ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ๐ด ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ข ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐จ๐ถ๐ฏ, ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ข๐ท๐บ ๐ธ๐ช๐ต๐ฉ ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ด๐ฑ๐ฐ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต๐ด.
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Ethan Drake remained seated, his eyes locked on the holographic map of the Hiveโa 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 mutationsโthere'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 trapโthat much was clearโbut 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 mindโcaution, precision, hopeโbut 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 headโweapon 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:
โข๐๐ญ๐๐ง๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ:3 magazines, 24 rounds total.
โข๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ-๐๐ข๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ:2 magazines, 16 rounds total.
โข๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ:1 magazine, 8 rounds total.
โข๐๐ฎ๐๐ฌ๐จ๐ง๐ข๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ:1 magazine, 8 rounds total.
โข๐๐ง๐๐๐ง๐๐ข๐๐ซ๐ฒ .๐๐ ๐๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ: 2 magazines (16 rounds total).
ย 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:
โข๐๐ข๐ ๐ก-๐๐๐ฅ๐จ๐๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ: 2 magazines, 60 rounds total.
โข๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐จ๐ซ-๐๐ข๐๐ซ๐๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ: 1 magazine, 30 rounds total.
โข๐๐ง๐๐๐ง๐๐ข๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ: 1 magazine, 30 rounds total.
โข๐๐๐ฌ๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ: 1 magazine, 30 rounds total.
โข๐ ๐ซ๐๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ญ๐ข๐จ๐ง ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ: 1 magazine, 30 rounds total.
โข๐๐ซ๐๐๐๐ซ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ: 1 magazine, 30 rounds total.
โข๐๐ฑ๐ฉ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฏ๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ ๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ง๐๐ฌ: 2 magazines (60 rounds total).
ย A total of 270 roundsโeach 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 efficiencyโeverything 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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๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ข๐ญ๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ, ๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ง๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ต๐ด๐ต๐ฆ๐ฑ๐ด ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ด๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ด๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ฏ๐ค๐ฆ, ๐ฆ๐ค๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ณ๐ฐ๐ถ๐จ๐ฉ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ณ๐ณ๐ช๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ข๐ด ๐ช๐ง ๐ฎ๐ข๐ณ๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ถ๐ฏ๐ต๐ฅ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฏ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ข๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ๐ท๐ช๐ต๐ข๐ฃ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ค๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ง๐ณ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ต๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ. ๐๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฃ๐ณ๐ช๐ฆ๐ง๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ธ๐ข๐ด ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ, ๐ฃ๐ถ๐ต ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฎ๐ช๐ด๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ฉ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐จ๐ถ๐ฏ.
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