>>3287310
>>Follow Mom to the resort area.

>>328731>Follow Mom to the resort area.

>>3287310
>>Follow Mom to the resort area.

>>3287310
>Proceed to the admin block to start the job.

>>3287310
>>Follow Mom to the resort area.

>>3287310
>Proceed to the admin block to start the job.

>>3287310
>>Proceed to the admin block to start the job.

>>3287310
>>Proceed to the admin block to start the job.

>>3287310
>Proceed to the admin block to start the job.

>>3287310
>Proceed to the admin block to start the job.
I think We can trust mom to not get herself captured within reasonable bounds.

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>>3287310
Well, whatever Mom was up to, you didn't have time to go chasing her. After all, you were officially on the clock here. You and HK head over to the eastbound train headed to the administrative block. The doors slide closed behind you and it pulls away from the station. You watch Mom's train head of in the opposite direction. In all that time, she never even so much as batted an eye at you.

Outside the train, you could see the track weaving through the jungle, both sides of the track lined with a large steel fence. The warning signs posted every few meters also warned these fences were electrified. An understandable precaution when dealing with large animals. The trees then break away into a large, open field where you could see a herd of massive, quadruped creatures plodding through the grass lazily.

"Those are apatosaurus." HK points out.

"You have a dinosaur database?" You raise an eyebrow.

"I downloaded the park's entire roster as a precaution, so I have all of their listed dinosaurs stored in my flash memory for easy access." HK explains, with a slight, smug grin.

"Right, right. Should've figured." You chuckle.

Soon, the train begins to slide to a stop at the next station, located right in front of the big administration center you had seen from the air. Immediately, you noticed uniformed Umbrella staff moving too and fro like ants, while you saw other uniformed staff, presumably the InGen employees who were previously working here, slowly filing out carrying boxes of all shapes and sizes. Guess Wesker wasn't kidding when he said Umbrella was cleaning the place out.

And speaking of Wesker, there was the man himself, standing on the platform waiting for all of you.

"Welcome Rockfort Island." Wesker says simply, his now appropriate for the situation sunglasses glinting in the tropical sun. "As you can see, we are in the administrative block of the island. I would understand if any of you would like to familiarize yourself with this area..."

>A tour sounds nice.
>Let's get to work. More kills means more pay.
>Other

>>3287491
>A tour sounds nice.

>>3287491
>>A tour sounds nice.
We're here for more than just killing, with both the escort side-mission and whatever mom needs help with. Thus better get to know the area to prepare for better protection and mobility.

>>3287491
>A tour sounds nice.

>>3287491
>>A tour sounds nice.

>>3287491
>>A tour sounds nice.

>>3287491
>A tour sounds nice.

Reminder not to ask Alice what it was like to be pregnant with Lewis lest we get to see her with a thousand yard stare.

>>3287491
>Let's get to work. More kills means more pay.

>>3287491
>A tour sounds nice.
At least give the place one last hurrah before euthanization.

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>>3287491
"A tour sounds nice." You say. You then turn around and see that pretty much everybody else, especially the Hunters, have all already left. No doubt to get to work. Guess they weren't too interested.

"Well then, let us proceed." Wesker smiles as he takes the lead. "Unfortunately, some areas are still off limits as we sanitize them, but there should be some sections still open."

Wesker then pauses at a sign post and picks a direction pointing towards...

>OPERATIONS
>RESEARCH LABS
>SECURITY
>HOLDING PENS
>Other

>>3287587
>>OPERATIONS

>>3287587
>>OPERATIONS

>>3287587
>>OPERATIONS

>>3287587
>OPERATIONS
Gotta know how the park works. Might be able to know something the others won't because of it.

>>3287587
>>Other
Food Court.

>>3287587
>RESEARCH LABS

>>3287587
>>HOLDING PENS
Gotta scout out which raptor we're going to take home with us. We're gonna buy him a bed and a collar and teach him how to fetch and shake hands and he's going to sleep in our bed and help us hunt down BOWs and we're eventually going to teach him how to fire a gun and...

>>3287607
Good idea. We should tell Wesker we want to take home a raptor.
We'll name it Princess.

>>3287610
>HK ends up making adorable outfits and sweaters for Princess and sending pictures of them throughout the company email

>>3287587
>>OPERATIONS

>>3287587
>OPERATIONS

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>>3287587
Wesker leads you into the primary building at the center of the complex, which looked to be a glass tower office building you'd see in any large city. He doesn't speak a word, but he doesn't have to. All of the Umbrella personnel give him a wide berth as he leads you and the small band of specialists to the elevator, which starts heading down instead of up.

"As you can probably tell, we'll be heading to the Operations room." Wesker explains simply. "The nerve center of all of the island's functions. Naturally this is one of the first placed we secured in the buyout."

The elevator doors slide open, revealing a large room containing rows and rows of computer workstations, all facing a massive wall of screens showing a map of the island as well as numerous data points and diagrams and graphs and more. Both InGen and Umbrella personnel were working side by side, no doubt the exiting InGen staff training their Umbrella replacements on how their systems worked.

"Welcome to Operations." Wesker grins as he strides towards the front of the room.

So many computers here, and off to the side, you could see a rather large server farm that was no doubt servicing all of these computer systems...

>Keep following Wesker.
>Have HK snoop around a bit.
>Other

>>3287689
>>Have HK snoop around a bit.

>>3287689
>>Have HK snoop around a bit.

>>3287689
>>Keep following Wesker.

>>3287689
>>Have HK snoop around a bit.

Time to set up preparations.

>>3287689
>>Keep following Wesker.

>>3287689
>Have HK snoop around a bit.

>>3287689
>Keep following Wesker.

>>3287689
>>Have HK snoop around a bit.

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>>3287689
"HK." You whisper to the T-Doll. "You're good with computers, right?"

"I'm equipped with the latest electronic warfare package." HK nods. "Why do you ask?"

"You think you can take a look in the servers over there?" You nod to the server farm. "See if there's anything interesting?"

"Are you sure about this?" HK blinks. "Please confirm the order."

"Go on." You say. "I don't think they'll notice."

"Affirmative." HK nods as she starts slowing her pace, falling off to the back of the group.

You keep staying close behind Wesker as he heads up to the front, where you can see Dr. Vahlen present, staring at the status screen.

"Doctor." Wesker smiles. "Here's your Hunter, as you requested."

"Excellent." Vahlen nods and walks up to you. "Hello, Lewis. How are you doing?"

"Oh, fine, I guess." You nod. "So what do you need?"

"Well, if InGen was good at anything, it's their achievements in cloning." Vahlen sighs. "Unfortunately, their genetic data has proven to be rather.. .difficult to obtain at the moment. Instead of waiting for the computer techs to sort the issue out, I think it would be faster to collect... field samples. From live specimens."

"Where is where I come in." You finish.

"Correct!" Vahlen smiles. "Of course, I wouldn't ask for your assistance if there was no chance of danger..."

"Just tell me what you're looking for." You sigh.

"Well." Vahlen turns to the large status screen. "There are a few specimens I'm interested in..."

T-REX: The King of the Dinosaurs, InGen's rendition of the T-Rex has strong genetic markers for size and brute strength. Useful attributes for Umbrella's Tyrant line.

SPINOSAURUS: The Spinosauras' aquatic adaptations that allow it to swim and ambush from the water while sacrificing little of its overall strength and agility can greatly enhance the efficiency of Umbrella's Hunter line.

CARNOTAUR: The perfect ambush predator, the Carnotaur's chameleon-like skin gives this massive beast almost unparalleled camouflage abilities.

VELOCIRAPTORS: Arguably InGen's most fearsome creations, the Velociraptors aren't the largest or strongest of InGen's lineup, but they certainly are the most intelligent.

[DATA RESTRICTED]: DATA UNAVAILABLE

>T-Rex
>Spinosaurus
>Carnotaur
>Velociraptor
>[DATA RESTRICTED]

>>3287845
>Velociraptor

>>3287845
>T-Rex
Can't go wrong with one.

>>3287845
>>[DATA RESTRICTED]
Time for Indominus Rex!

>>3287845
>Velociraptor

>>3287845
>>[DATA RESTRICTED]
MYSTERY BOX

>>3287845
>>Velociraptor

>>3287845
>[DATA RESTRICTED]

I’m a sucker for a mystery box.

>>3287845
>>[DATA RESTRICTED]
Gah, mystery boxes!

>TFW it isn't a dinosaur at all

>>3287845
>>T-Rex

>>3287845
>Velociraptor

>>3287845
>>[DATA RESTRICTED]

>>3287874
>implying it isn't actually an Invader scout sent to Earth millions of years in advance to check on the planet

>>3287845
>>[DATA RESTRICTED]
Oh geez. We're giving our own enemies a future upgrade aren't we?

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>>3287845
"There." Vahlen points to a section on the very northern tip of the island, which appeared to be cordoned off and labeled "RESTRICTED AREA."

"What's that place?" You wonder.

"That's the thing, nobody knows." Vahlen huffs. "There's no reference to that area anywhere in InGen's database."

"At least the parts we have access to." Wesker clarifies. "All the typical signs of a black project. Even InGen would have some skeletons in its closet."

"And, you just haven't bothered exploring it yet?" You raise an eyebrow.

"We've already attempted to, but the men we sent haven't returned." Wesker explains. "Which is why the good Doctor requested your presence."

"I certainly trust him more than a man we nickname the 'Reaper.'" Vahlen huffs.

"Hunk is one of our most capable agents." Wesker says calmly.

"An agent who almost never returns with his team alive." Vahlen retorts.

>You don't need Hunk's help.
>Sounds like you'll need all the help you can get here.
>Other

>>3287946
>You might not need Hunk's help but it doesn't hurt to have him on speed dial.
Just sayin m8...

>>3287946
>You don't need Hunk's help.

>>3287946
>>Sounds like you'll need all the help you can get here.
Two guns good, more guns better.

>>3287946
>You don't need Hunk's help.

>>3287946
>You don't need Hunk's help.

>>3287946
>Sounds like you'll need all the help you can get here.

>>3287946
>>Sounds like you'll need all the help you can get here.
Hunks not to bad and SOPMOD's fun

>>3287946
>>You don't need Hunk's help.
No need more more risks of witnesses in case Lewis has to use his magic.

>>3287946
>>Sounds like you'll need all the help you can get here.

>>3287946
>>Sounds like you'll need all the help you can get here.

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>>3287946
...

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>>3288012
"He seems to do fine with SOPMOD." You point out. "Besides, if this place is as dangerous as Wesker says it is, it doesn't hurt to have some extra guns available."

"Fine, I shall defer to you, then." Vahlen huffs. "Let us get going, then."

"The area's tree cover is thick and unbroken, so we can't airlift your or get any aerial reconnaissance done. You'll have to go in on the ground and in the dark." Wesker warns. "There are a few roads going in, so vehicles are an option, but we can't verify their condition."

"Sounds like business as usual." You sigh right as HK returns, as if she had always been standing behind you. "You ready to go, Doctor?"

"Of course!" Vahlen says as she picks up a large carrying case. No doubt a portable lab for her work. "Let us go, then!"

"I've already made arrangements for Hunk to rendezvous with you at the edge of the restricted zone." Wesker remarks. "I can also arrange for the delivery of ground transport, unless you'd prefer to go in on foot."

Hm, well, he did say there were roads leading into the jungle, but with how thick the trees and overgrowth were, you weren't sure if a vehicle would even be able to get far.

>You could use some wheels.
>It's probably easier going in on foot.
>Other

>>3288027
>It's probably easier going in on foot.

>>3288027
>>It's probably easier going in on foot.

Be prepared to carry Vahlen on our back for some segments of this expedition.

>>3288027
>You could use some wheels.
It may be easier going on foot, but we need a escape vehicle if we need to bolt.

>>3288027
>You could use some wheels.
If it's the I-Rex, we'll need speed.

>>3288027
>>You could use some wheels.

>>3288027
>>You could use some wheels.

>>3288027
>You could use some wheels.

Maybe something with a machinegun mount that's compatible with what Lewis is using.

>>3288027
>>>You could use some wheels.

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>>3288027
>You could use some wheels.
Hope it's one of these. Mercedes Benz was all over in Jurassic World, so it kinda makes sense...

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>>3288027
"We could use some wheels." You nod.

"Then you'll find them waiting when you arrive." Wesker nods. "Doctor, you know where the helipad is. I still have matters to attend to here."

"Of course." Vahlen nods as she marches off. "Come along, then."

You let Vahlen gain a little distance before following her, and you lean over to HK.

"So, did you find anything?" You whisper to her.

"The data I found was nothing out of the ordinary. The standard files and data you would expect from a large scale administrative operation like this." HK points out. "But there were large sections of the database that were locked out or completely deleted. I lacked the sufficient time to properly decrypt and restore these sections."

Looks like Wesker was right. Someone in InGen wanted to cover their tracks or stick it to Umbrella. You have a feeling it was related to this restricted area as well.

You and HK then follow Vahlen outside, where you could see a helicopter spinning up its engines...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>3288094
[FEAR INTENSIFIES]

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>>3288094

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>>3288094

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>>3288094
Merc, if you kill off Rexie, I will be very unhappy with you.

Rolled 15 (1d20)

>>3288094

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>>3288094
As you head for the helicopter, you see two Umbrella soldiers walking towards the main administration building, but... you pause. Something felt a bit off about them. Just... a feeling.

It couldn't be Mom, could it? And if so, did that mean the second person was-

"Lewis? I something the matter?" Vahlen asks curiously. "The helicopter is ready to leave!"

>It's nothing.
>Just give me a minute.
>Other

>>3288133
>It's nothing.

>>3288133
>>It's nothing.

>>3288133
>It's nothing.

>>3288133
>It's nothing.

I just have the nagging feeling that something bad is going to happen with the whole family doing clandestine work.

>>3288133
>>It's nothing.

>>3288133
>Just give me a minute.

>>3288133
>>It's nothing.

>>3288133
>>It's nothing.

>>3288148
Seems pretty standard.

>>3288180
I meant more along the lines of Lewis accidentally shooting and injuring Carol by accident.

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>>3288133
"It's nothing." You assure her as you board the helicopter, trying to shake the unease of knowing Mom was up to something, but you didn't have the opportunity to find out what. "Let's go."

The helicopter ride is a rather short one, since the island wasn't that large, and it's only a few minutes before the helicopter sets back down on an open patch of field. Down below, you could see SOPMOD waving eagerly with Hunk waiting by a parked jeep.

"Hey again!" SOPMOD says cheerfully as she skips forward, apparently looking to hug you."Looks like we finally get to go slaying together~!"

>Let the hug happen.
>Sidestep.
>Other

>>3288190
>Let the hug happen.

>>3288190
>Let the hug happen.

>>3288190
>>Let the hug happen.
No need to get on her bad side if we're going to work together

>>3288190
>GROUP HUG WITH HK AND SOPMOD AND HUNK!
WELCOME TO DIE EDITION.

>>3288190
>Sidestep.

>>3288190
>Let the hug happen.

>>3288190
>>Other
Put HK between us so she gets hugged instead.

>>3288190
>>Let the hug happen.

>>3288190
>>Let the hug happen.
>>

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>>3288190
You decide it's best not to try and resist and just let the T-Doll hug you. SOPMOD wraps her arms around you, hard and cold due to their lack of synthetic skin and flesh that would normally be wrapped around them. Still, it felt a bit nice.

HK pauses as she watches this go on and she joins in as well, hugging you.

"HK, what are you doing?" You ask.

"Nothing." HK replies.

"Hee hee, the more the merrier!" SOPMOD giggles.

Hunk just stares silently from a distance, probably glad he's not getting that treatment while Vahlen just looks more confused than anything else.

"Is this normal behavior?" She wonders.

"No." You say flatly. "Well, at least for me and HK."

"Sounds like neither of you have any fun, then!" SOPMOD giggles as she finally lets go of you.

HK still has her arms around, you, though, at least for a few seconds longer. Hunk finally steps forward, determining that it was safe now.

"Management has already briefed us." He grumbles. "Get the VIP inside the restricted area and analyze the situation."

Just a few hundred meters away, you could see another steel fence running across the ground, separating the field from the treeline. The one break is a large security gate on the one road in the area.

"I suppose it's best that one team drives and the other stays on overwatch." Hunk nods to the jeep, which has a hatch on top to allow a passenger to shoot out of.

>You drive, Hunk shoots.
>Hunk drives, you shoot.
>Other

>>3288235
>You drive, Hunk shoots.

>>3288235
>You drive, Hunk shoots.

>>3288235
>You drive, Hunk shoots.
Hunk actually has to know how to shoot if he's usually the only one outliving his teammates.

>>3288235
>>You drive, Hunk shoots.
He'd probably ram the first thing he saw.

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>>3288235
>>You drive, Hunk shoots.

I don't mind if he borrows our gun for this.

>>3288188
Let's just hope it never comes to that.

>>3288235
>>You drive, Hunk shoots.

>>3288235
>>You drive, Hunk shoots

>>3288247
Could we even hurt her?

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>>3288235
"I'll drive." You offer.

"All right." Hunk nods. "Doctor, I recommend you sit in the back. You'll be better protected there."

Vahlen silently nods and climbs into the back seat of the jeep. HK rides shotgun alongside you while SOPMOD sits in the back as well. Hunk meanwhile mounts what looks to be a freaking minigun on the roof.

"Can't be too careful." He grunts.

Damn, you were kinda jealous, actually.

"Let's get moving, please." Vahlen sighs. "I'd very much like to get this business complete before dark."

"Right." You nod as you turn on the engine. The jeep rumbles to life and you step on the gas, trundling over the field, through the gate ,and into the trees of the restricted area.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3288283
Time to put on some fitting music.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3288283
TIME TO DRIVE!

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>>3288283

>>3288282
Maybe if it was a big enough bullet, or something similar.

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>>3288283
Even though there's a road, you still tread carefully as the jeep delves deeper and deeper into the zone. Apparently, prolonged misuse and neglect had caused the road to be broken up and uneven as rampant jungle choked the area. Nevertheless, the jeep trudged forward slowly but surely, at least up until HK quickly pats your shoulder.

"Kill the engine." She hisses as she quickly but quietly opens the door, her rifle at the ready as she dismounts.

You quickly follow her order and kill the engine. It's a bit more of a struggle to get your machine gun ready, but you dismount as well. Hunk and SOPMOD follow suit, and you note Hunk packing a shotgun with a submachine hanging off his belt.

"You see it, too?" SOPMOD giggles.

"Of course." HK whispers. "My sensors are tracking contacts, humanoid. This direction."

The T-Doll silently stalks through the jungle before stopping again and motioning for you to move up to her position. When you reach it, you quickly see it.

At least half a dozen men surrounding what looked to be a shot up jeep. They were all armed and clad in tactical armor, and they were all on edge.

"Your guys?" You whisper to Hunk.

"They're not Umbrella, and we didn't direct any Hunters here." Hunk growls as he raises his shotgun.

Yeah, something about this didn't feel right.

>Maybe you should try talking first.
>Shoot first, questions later.
>Other

>>3288310
>Shoot first, questions later.

>>3288310
>>Shoot first, questions later.
given how this is a privately owned area with corp assets, and these people weren't on the party list, we can assume they're enemy hostiles and retain the opportunity of surprise for shooting first and ask questions later. Really, they can't be more suspicious if they tried, and trying to talk will probably just get us shot and lose all initiatives..

>>3288310
>Other
Silently observe a bit longer

>>3288297
>>3288282
Aside from high calibre mundane weapons, magic could potentially harm her provided she doesn't just eat it.

>>3288310
>>Shoot first, questions later.

>>3288310
>>Shoot first, questions later.

>>3288320
Lewis should really try to see what else his crystal flesh could do in the future. Perhaps Alice could consume a shard to use her old magic for a bit, or as a pick me up.

>>3288310
>>Shoot first, questions later.

>>3288310
>>Shoot first, questions later.

>>3288310
>>3288320
Engage brain before engaging weapon.

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>>3288310
Before you have a chance to say anything, Hunk charges forward through the brush, firing his shotgun as he goes.

You were honestly shocked at just how FAST he was, weaving through trees and brush effortlessly while firing off his shotgun with deadly accuracy. Two of the mercs go down instantly before you even have a chance of laying down covering fire with your machine gun, shredding the jungle growth in front of you and forcing the remaining mercs to scatter.

HK and SOPMOD meanwhile hang back, firing their rifles in short, controlled bursts with deadly precision. In this environment, they held all the advantages, and remaining mercs are swiftly dispatched.

"Weeeee, that was great shooting!" SOPMOD pats HK's shoulder. "You didn't do too bad yourself, HK!"

HK almost frowns at the contact, but stays stoic.

"Your... performance was more efficient than I originally calculated." HK replies

"Heheh." SOPMOD giggles before kneeling over the corpse of one of the mercs. "Time to grab some trophies~!"

You have to look away from SOPMOD's apparent "hobby" and instead focus on the shot up jeep, and you can see two Umbrella soldiers in the front seats just as shot up as their vehicle. Hunk takes a quick look, which is all he needs.

"Surprise attack. They didn't even have a chance to react." Hunk grunts. "Whoever these mercs are, they were waiting."

"Gunning for us? You wonder.

"I think they're trying to hide something here." Hunk steps away and lightly kicks one of the merc corpses. "It's starting to come together now. The data wipes, the missing patrols, this unmarked area. There's assets here InGen is trying to hide from us."

"Shouldn't we warn Wesker, then?" You wonder.

"Long range communications are not possible." HK reports. "I cannot determine whether it's from the natural conditions here or external jamming."

"No time to go back." Hunk says grimly as he heads back for the jeep. "These are just delaying actions. Whatever they're protecting, they must be trying to move off site before we find it."

"You sure you can do this without backup?" You wonder.

"That's what you're for, isn't it?" Hunk asks. "Hurry up, too much time has passe already."

>You've got no choice but to press one.
>You should really find a way to call for reinforcements.
>Other

>>3288380
>You've got no choice but to press one.

>>3288380
>>You've got no choice but to press one.

>>3288380
>>You've got no choice but to press on.
We still got a job to do. Better do it quick and efficient as possible.

>>3288380
>You've got no choice but to press on.

>>3288380
>>You've got no choice but to press on.
Gogogo! This is exactly what we were looking for, and there is no time to lose if the enemy group is trying to take away the objective.

>>3288380
>>You've got no choice but to press one.

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>>3288380
>>You've got no choice but to press one.

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>>3288380
"Right." You nod as you head back to the jeep with Hunk. "Any ideas where to go?"

"They were watching the road, so I suppose we just keep following it." Hunk remarks.

"I heard shooting." Vahlen states as you get back into the drivers' seat.

"The situation's a lot more complicated than we thought." You report.

"The good news is, there's definitely something here worthy of your interest." Hunk says as he mans the topside gun again.

"Area is clear." HK says as she gets into the passenger seat.

"Awww, I only had time to clip a couple of fingers!" SOPMOD whines as she pockets a very bloody plastic baggie.

"Go." Hunk says simply but sternly.

>Better take it slow. You might run into another possible ambush like this one.
>Time's of the essence. Floor it.
>Other

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>>3288423
>>Time's of the essence. Floor it.

Hold onto your lunches.

>>3288423
>>Time's of the essence. Floor it.
Even if there are ambushes waiting, the fact that we brought along the vehicle and Hunk + SOPMOD = no need to fear combat. our only concern is time

>>3288423
>>Time's of the essence. Floor it.

>>3288423
>>Time's of the essence. Floor it.

>>3288423
>Time's of the essence. Floor it.

>>3288427
>Hold onto your lunches.
No, no, you're supposed to say "Hold onto your butts" in a Samuel L. Jackson impersonation.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o0YWRXJsMyM

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>>3288423
"Hold onto your butts." You say grimly as you stamp your foot down on the accelerator. The jeep's engine roars as it tears down the jungle road at full speed...

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 14 (1d20)

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>>3288453
Looks like we learned a lot from evading the cops all the time.

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>>3288449
You tear down the jungle at full speed, the jeep's ruggedness being a great help in keeping the vehicle from falling apart on the rough terrain. Fortunately, there didn't seem to be any obstacles or traps on the road, so you're able to make good time.

That is, until you come up to what looks like a gatehouse, manned by some mercs.

"Keep going." Hunk remarks

Suddenly, you hear a loud electric whine and what sounds like a buzzsaw as Hunk finally lets that minigun of his go, throwing thousands of rounds down the road. The gatehouse and the mercs around it practically dissolve into dust and red mist and the Jeep smashes through the flimsy road barrier before you bring the jeep to a screeching halt.

Up ahead looked to be something like a concrete bunker, the doors unsealed and leading downwards into the depths of the island.

"...looks like they're definitely hiding something there." Hunk says simply as he pumps his shotgun. "Time to see what it is."

"I would like to go as well." Vahlen unbuckles her seatbelt. "I must see what it down there."

"Your coll, Doctor." Hunk nods.

>Might as well let her come along. You can't afford to split up.
>Leave HK with Vahlen up top.
>Other

>>3288472
>>Might as well let her come along. You can't afford to split up.

>>3288472
>Might as well let her come along. You can't afford to split up.

>>3288472
>>Might as well let her come along. You can't afford to split up.

>>3288472
>>Might as well let her come along. You can't afford to split up.

>>3288472
>>Might as well let her come along. You can't afford to split up.

Could always ask Vahlen some questions.

>>3288472
>Might as well let her come along. You can't afford to split up.

>>3288472
>>Might as well let her come along. You can't afford to split up.

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>>3288472
"All right, Doctor." You motion for Vahlen to follow you. "Stick close to us and don't wander off."

Vahlen silently nods and steps in between SOPMOD and HK, the two T-Dolls being superior protection i a potential firefight, while you and Hunk take the lead.

The both of you slowly but certainly descend down the bunker stairs, passing through the open bunker doors.

Who knew what sort of secrets lay within...?

>And that's it for tonight! We'll continue the thread Saturday evening, so don't miss it!

>>3288486
Thanks for running Merc!

>>3287491
>Apatosauri in the jungle
Whoever designed this park knew nothing about paleoecology.

>>3287845
Reminder that velociraptors are the size of a turkey, and those in Jurassic Park were actually deinonychi

>>3288486
And I failed to catch the thread live again...

>>3288486
See you next time.

>>3288492
Ingen fucked with the genomes to exagerate certain aspects of the dinosaurs. Just be glad we don’t have super intelligent and murderous bear sized “Velociraptors” made with a flurry of other raptor DNA.

>>3288740
Stop giving merc ideas buddy.

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>>3288486
"All right, there's no telling what we can find down there." Hunk grunts as she gives his shotgun a preparatory pump.

You, HK, Hunk, SOPMOD, and Vahlen were already inside the InGen bunker, which looked to be eerily abandoned.

"It looks like we might be too late." Vahlen mutters as your group stalks down the darkened concrete halls.

"We've been monitoring all traffic on and off the island. We would've noticed anything suspicious." Hunk grunts. "And they wouldn't still have gunmen lurking in the area if they already got what they came for."

Hunk the pauses at a corner and silently motions SOPMOD. He pulls out a flashbang from his belt and tosses it around corner. SOPMOD, immune to its effects, swiftly breaks cover and fires two bursts just as the flashbang goes off.

Hunk glances around the corner, then waves for the rest of you to follow.

Around the corner, you see two mercs downed in front of an elevator.

"Heheh, way too easy!" SOPMOD giggles. "I hope they got guys that can put up more of a fight!"

"Quiet." Hunk mutters as he glances at the directory posted next to the elevator doors. "Damn."

He points to the very bottom of the directory, which had the word "DOCK" listed.

"Looks like that's their exit." Hunk explains. "We'll have to intercept-"

"Wait." Vahlen interrupts. "They have a laboratory level here, too."

"And?" Hunk pauses.

"I believe that rather than barging in with guns blazing, we need to at least get some information about what we are dealing with." Vahlen huffs. "If they are indeed trying to transport a genetic specimen, we need to know how fragile or capable it is!"

"We don't have time for that." Hunk sighs.

"This facility has an entire level dedicated to a holding pen." HK points out. "Perhaps what we seek is there. Maybe we can obtain it without having to fight our way through the entire bunker."

"That's gamble." Hunk retorts. "I don't like uncertainties."

>Head to the DOCKS to cut off any chance of escape.
>Head to the LABORATORY to gather intel.
>Head to the HOLDING PEN to snatch whatever it is they're keeping.
>Other

>>3291480
>>Head to the HOLDING PEN to snatch whatever it is they're keeping.

>>3291480
>>Head to the HOLDING PEN to snatch whatever it is they're keeping.

>>3291480
>>Head to the HOLDING PEN to snatch whatever it is they're keeping.

>>3291480
>Head to the LABORATORY to gather intel.

>>3291480
>Head to the LABORATORY to gather intel.

>>3291480
>Split the party

>>3291480
>Head to the HOLDING PEN to snatch whatever it is they're keeping.

>>3291480
>>Head to the LABORATORY to gather intel.

>HOLDING PEN

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>>3291480
"I'm with HK. We should head down to the holding pen level. Maybe they haven't even moved the goods out yet." You say.

Hunk looks at you, then Vahlen. He pauses for a moment, probably determining whether it would take longer to argue with you or just humor your suggestion.

"Fine." He grunts as he slams the elevator button to summon it.

The doors slide open, but it's empty. Looks like the lower levels weren't yet aware of your presence.

The elevators descend lower into the facility before sliding to a stop, opening up on what looked to be a maze of observation catwalks overlooking open topped holding pens below holding... well, they weren't dinosaurs.

"Mein gott..." Vahlen gasps, not in horror, you note, but in fascination. "They've developed human-dinosaur hybrids!"

Sure enough, down below, you could see dozens of freakish, humanoid creatures with dinosaur features, like triceratops walking upright and a T-Rex with massive, human-like arms and hands. There more even smaller humanoid hybrids milling about, though you couldn't exactly tell what they were mixed with.

"Well well well." Hunk grunts, glancing at HK. "Looks like your hunch was right.:"

"I don't have hunches. Merely a calculated observation." HK corrects him.

"Hmph. Whatever." Hunk grumble as he pumps his shotgun. "We'll tag them now and bag them later. Pretty sure these mercs won't be interested in dead assets."

"Wait!" Vahlen protests. "These aren't simple clones like the others! This is a prime opportunity to expand our research! You cannot simply exterminate these creatures!"

"You'll still get your samples. Don't worry." Hunk tries to assure her.

"Ooooooh, I wanna collect 'em all!" SOPMOD giggles and she flips her rifle's safety off.

>Side with Hunk. Better to take them out now and worry about it later.
>Side with Vahlen. These things are too valuable to just exterminate.
>Other

>>3291791
>Side with Vahlen. These things are too valuable to just exterminate.

>Side with HUNK

>>3291791
>Side with Hunk. Better to take them out now and worry about it later.

>>3291791
>Side with Vahlen. These things are too valuable to just exterminate.

>>3291791
>>Side with Vahlen. These things are too valuable to just exterminate.

>>3291791
>Look for a gas release valve to KO the lot of them.

>>3291791
>>Side with Vahlen. These things are too valuable to just exterminate.
Try to appeal to HUNK's business sense, I guess? Potentially bigger paychecks and all. Would say even better rep with Umbrella but he's HUNK, so that's more for us really.

>>3291791
>>Side with Vahlen. These things are too valuable to just exterminate.

>>3291791
>Side with Vahlen. These things are too valuable to just exterminate.

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>>3291791
"Come on, Hunk, the Doc's got a point here." You tell him. "Besides, a find like this means a bigger paycheck for everyone, right?"

Hunk is silent for a moment, until he finally speaks up.

"Fine, but keeping things alive will be your responsibility." Hunk spins around and resummons the elevator. "I and SOPMOD will proceed with clearing out this facility. Doctor Vahlen, it's your choice whether to accompany us or stay here."

"I shall stay." Vahlen says with determination. "Do not worry, I am not without my own resources for survival."

"Good." Hunk nods.

>Better go help out Hunk.
>You can't just leave Vahlen alone.
>Other

>>3291953
>You can't just leave Vahlen alone.

Can never be too careful. Plus, we could converse.

>>3291953
>You can't just leave Vahlen alone.

>>3291953
>You can't just leave Vahlen alone.

>>3291953
>>You can't just leave Vahlen alone.

>>3291953
>You can't just leave Vahlen alone.

>>3291953
>>You can't just leave Vahlen alone.

>>3291953
>>You can't just leave Vahlen alone.

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>>3291953
Well, you couldn't very well just leave Vahlen on her own. There had to be something you could do...

>Stay with Vahlen and send HK with Hunk.
>Leave HK with Vahlen.
>Both you and HK stay with Vahlen.
>Other

>>3292046
>>Leave HK with Vahlen.

>>3292046
>Both you and HK stay with Vahlen.

>>3292046
>>Both you and HK stay with Vahlen.

>>3292046
>Leave HK with Vahlen.

>>3292046
>Both you and HK stay with Vahlen.

>>3292046
>Leave HK with Vahlen.

>>3292046
>>Both you and HK stay with Vahlen.

>>3292046
>>Both you and HK stay with Vahlen.

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>>3292046
"HK, we'll stick to being Vahlen's protection detail." You declare.

"Roger that." HK nods.

"More fun for us!" SOPMOD says cheerfully as she steps into the elevator and waves. "Don't go off and die without us~!"

Hunk merely nods silently at you three just as the elevator doors slide shut.

HK merely remains silent, staring at the closed elevator doors intensely for a few seconds before returning her attention to you.

"What is our next course of action?" She asks.

>Better come up with a plan.
>Ask her if she has a problem with SOPMOD.
>Other

>>3292159
>Better come up with a plan.

>>3292159
>Better come up with a plan.

>>3292159
>>Better come up with a plan.
Hopefully this is the let-Lewis-come-up-with-a-plan vote and not a write-in prompt.

>>3292159
>>Better come up with a plan.

Maybe let her do her thing while we reinforce the position.

>>3292159
>Ask her if she has a problem with SOPMOD.

>>3292159
>Better come up with a plan.

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>>3292159
"Well..." You pause, trying to determine your next course of action.

If you could proceed to the lab level, there was the possibility of gaining more intelligence, maybe even nabbing the guy behind all these hybrids. It would certainly be a windfall for Vahlen and Umbrella as a whole, and would get you further into their good graces.

Then again, once Hunk and SOPMOD started raising hell, they'd probably send forces to secure the hybrids. Maybe it was better to stay put and wait for them to come.

>Head for the lab.
>Stay in the holding pens.
>Other

>>3292275
>Head for the lab.

>>3292275
>>Head for the lab.

>>3292275
>Head for the lab.

>>3292275
>Head for the lab.

>>3292275
>>Head for the lab.

>>3292275
>Stay in the holding pens.

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>>3292275
"All right, we'll head for the lab. See if can't grab any more intel there." You conclude.

"Excellent." Vahlen nods. "If their systems here are similar to the main administration facility, then I should have no problems forcing access.

"Affirmative." HK says as she summons the elevator.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 17 (1d20)

>>3292380

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>3292380

Rolled 13 (1d20)

>>3292380

Rolled 14 (1d20)

>>3292380

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>>3292380
Fortunately, there's nobody in the elevator waiting for you, leaving you and HK free to step inside and secure the area while Vahlen follows.

After making sure everybody is present, you hit the button to go to the lab level. It's only a few seconds later that the doors slide open, revealing a pretty regular looking lab. There's some scientists milling about, hurriedly packing up equipment and materials, but more concerning was the four mercs standing guard in the lab. Two of them were farther away and not facing the elevator, while to of them were much closer and facing you. They're caught off guard the sight of three intruders, giving you and HK a critical window to act.

>Take down the guards in close combat.
>LET 'ER RIP
>Other

>>3292481
>LET 'ER RIP

>>3292481
>LET 'ER RIP

Time to test our new gun.

>>3292481
>LET 'ER RIP

>>3292481
>LET 'ER RIP

>>3292481
>>Take down the guards in close combat.

We could probably snap people in two if we wanted.

>>3292481
>>LET 'ER RIP

>>3292481
>>LET 'ER RIP

>>3292481
>Take down the guards in close combat.

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>>3292481
You don't even hesitate. You just lock your machine gun to your hip and let it go full auto. The entire room explodes in fire and light as the muzzle flash from your gun nearly blinds you. Underneath the constant booming of your machine gun, you can hear the sharp pops of HK's rifle firing in unison.

>Roll 1d20

Rolled 4 (1d20)

>>3292561
Time for snow.

Rolled 19 (1d20)

>>3292561

Rolled 5 (1d20)

>>3292561
TIME TO TACTICOOL!

>>3292565
I'm getting a bit worried over how well we seem to be doing so far in this mission

>>3292600
Don't jinx it

Rolled 7 (1d20)

>>3292561

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>>3292561
You sort of lose track of what you're firing, up until you feel Vahlen's hand pounding on your shoulder.

"Stop! Stop you fool!" Vahlen cries.

You immediately cease fire, your machine gun smoking from the heat. HK likewise stops firing, but keeps her rifle raised just in case.

"Look what you've done!" Vahlen sputters.

"All hostiles neutralized." HK nods.

Sure enough ,the four mercs were definitely down for the count, including all of the scientists.

"You've completely destroyed all the lab equipment!" Vahlen groans as she quickly dashes over to the lab tables. Sure enough, there were shattered vials and beakers, shredded machinery, and a few smoking and sparking computer monitors.

"It's going to be a miracle if I can salvage anything from this..." Vahlen mutters as she gets to work on one of the few intact computer workstations.

"Lewis." HK pats your shoulder in warning. "There's more."

Sure enough, you turn to see several glass tubes holding more of those human-dinosaur hybrids. Unfortunately, your little machine gun spree has breached a number of them, and the suspension fluid in the tubes that were keeping the hybrids inactive was starting to leak and spill all over the floor.

And the hybrids begin to twitch wildly.

Vahlen, meanwhile, is completely engrossed in her work, either not noticing or not caring about the imminent danger you were all in.

>Time to get ready for a fight.
>You need to get Vahlen out of here.
>Other

>>3292619
>>Time to get ready for a fight.

>>3292619
>You need to get Vahlen out of here.

>>3292619
>Time to get ready for a fight.

>>3292619
>>Time to get ready for a fight.

>>3292619
>>Time to get ready for a fight.
I don't suppose we can use our machine gun as an impromptu bludgeoning device.

>>3292619
>Time to get ready for a fight
We are dumb.

Mybe we can just puch them back to sleep?

>>3292619
>>Time to get ready for a fight.

>>3292619
>Time to get ready for a fight.
Not only are you dumb, anons, you made Lewis a mass murderer since those scientists couldn't be categorized as hostile in any way. Lewis just killed them because he was too lazy to control his fire.
How do we tell Mom we're a psychopath?
How do we tell Lucina?

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>>3292619
"Shit, HK! Get ready!" You yell as you slap a fresh belt into your MG.

"Roger." HK nods as she reloads her rifle. "Assessing targets."

You immediately count six of what you assume to be the raptor hybrids. Freakish humanoids with long, bony arms ending in terrifying looking claws. In addition, there were two triceratops hybrids, their bodies thick with tough skin and muscle and their heads basically being gigantic armored shields. They were pretty slow, but definitely tough looking.

Well, you had the firepower and rate of fire, but HK had the precision. You'd have to work together to pick your targets carefully.

>HK focuses down the raptor hybrids while you rip up the tri-hybrids.
>Lay down suppressing fire on the raptor hybrids while HK looks for the tri-hybrids' weak spots.
>Other

>>3292677
>How do we tell Mom we're a psychopath?
>How do we tell Lucina?
By saying that they violated our NAP and thus we were in the right to protect those under us.

>>3292682
So we basically just tell them we're a psychopath.

>>3292681
>Lay down suppressing fire on the raptor hybrids while HK looks for the tri-hybrids' weak spots.

>>3292681
>HK focuses down the raptor hybrids while you rip up the tri-hybrids.

>>3292677
>How do we tell Mom we're a psychopath?
Until we blow apart our best friend with a sniper rfile we don't need to tell her.

>>3292683
Well I guess we can just as easily mass slaughter more people, this time in front of their eyes to seal the deal if you want us to do that.

>>3292681
>HK focuses down the raptor hybrids while you rip up the tri-hybrids.

>>3292681
>HK focuses down the raptor hybrids while you rip up the tri-hybrids.

Welp, I guess this is a sign he's losing his humanity.

>>3292681
>>HK focuses down the raptor hybrids while you rip up the tri-hybrids.

>>3292681
>HK focuses down the raptor hybrids while you rip up the tri-hybrids.

>>3292681
>>Lay down suppressing fire on the raptor hybrids while HK looks for the tri-hybrids' weak spots.
We're the one with high rate of fire, so it should be obvious which target we should aim for.

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Rolled 5, 11, 19, 3, 20, 7, 10, 7 = 82 (8d20)

>>3292681
"HK! You focus on the smaller hybrids!" You bark as you swing your MG onto the larger tri-brids. "I'll take on the big ones!"

"Affirmative." HK swings her rifle towards the raptor hybrids, who have just now woken from their forced slumber and have smashed their way out of their damaged glass prisons.

Meanwhile, the tri-brids are already lumbering towards your position at a slow but steady pace.

>Roll 1d20+2

Rolled 2 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>3292754

Rolled 10 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>3292754

Rolled 19 + 2 (1d20 + 2)

>>3292754

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Rolled 1, 12, 6 = 19 (3d20)

>>3292754
...

>>3292772
>1 vs 20 and 19
If only we could use our magic to help HK and negate her 1...

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>>3292772
Your MG roars, pouring round after round into the approaching tri-brids, but even the heavier MG rounds were having trouble piercing their thick hides and bony heads.

You then get the idea to raise your barrel, aiming for their face, which had to be more vulnerable. Sure enough, a lucky rake of bullets gouges on of the tri-brid's eyes out, causing it to roar in pain and it topples over, thrashing in pain.

The second tri-brid is quick to catch on, though, and raises one of its thickly scaled arms to protect its own face, but its advance slows considerably as it does so.

Meanwhile, HK is struggling with the raptor hybrids, as they prove to be especially quick and cunning. As she tries to take them out with an opening salvo from her Typhoon launcher, the hybrids immediately scatter in multiple directions, thwarting her attempt to take them all out in one go.

HK immediately falls back on her own rifle, managing to wing one of the raptor hybrids but you weren't sure if she could hold them all back on her own.

>Finish off the tri-brid.
>Shift fire to assist HK.
>Other

>>3292786
>Shift fire to assist HK.

>>3292786
>>Shift fire to assist HK.