Lucas: Is it ready? Can we begin? I can’t help it, man. We’ve got work to do.
Mission Coordinator: Chris, did we lose him?
Chris: No, no. Ethan Winters has been secured. He’s alive and well, considering.
Mission Coordinator: And Lucas Baker? Right now, he’s our only link to The Connections.
Chris: He’s next on my list.
Chris: Alright, I’m in the mine.
Mission Coordinator: Signal’s strong. You’re coming through loud and clear, Chris. We didn’t get much from the first unit before we lost contact, but apparently Lucas turned the mine into his own personal hideout.
Chris: How many men did we lose?
Mission Coordinator: Three of our best. Their last transmission was near a lab that should be just ahead. I’m going to need you to check it out.
Chris: Got it.
Mission Coordinator: The lab is just ahead.
Chris: Any idea what Lucas is up to down here?
Mission Coordinator: We’re still analyzing the data, but it looks like he’s been running experiments with an E-type mutamycete.
Chris: Let’s hope those men haven’t become a part of those experiments.
Chris: I’m gettin’ you outta here.
Soldier: Leave me… It’s too late.
Chris: We’re both walking out of here.
Lucasr: I got news for you—that’s not gonna happen! Ooo! I wouldn’t do that if I were you! Now you can try and take that off all you want, but I’d advise against. My hand might slip and uh… boom! Oops. Now here’s the deal, Chris. You don’t follow me and I don’t bounce your head off the ceiling! Oh, the same goes for your little soldier friends, too. Adios, muchachos.
Chris: Fuck.
Mission Coordinator: I’m picking up airborne spores. It’s the E-type mutamycete. Your mask will switch automatically to rebreather mode. Keep an eye on your oxygen tank to be safe. Your oxygen tank is at 50%. Don’t forget about your oxygen supply. Looks like you’re clear of any contamination. You should head back and get that bomb on your arm deactivated.
Chris: There’s no time. I don’t wanna give that asshole a head start.
Mission Coordinator: Understood. Just be careful.
Mission Coordinator: Chris, we finished analyzing the data we intercepted from Lucas. It’s like we thought—the son of a bitch has been sending status reports on Evie to The Connections. Find him and bring him in. We can’t let this happen again.
Chris: You sure you just don’t want to recruit him?
Mission Coordinator: Chris, we’ve been over this.
Chris: Maybe the BSAA is convinced. If they weren’t, I wouldn’t be here. But working with Umbrella is gonna take some getting used to on my part.
Mission Coordinator: I know it must be difficult, and to tell the truth, a lot of our members have been with us since even before we reincorporated as a PMC. About all that’s left now is the name. Let’s just focus on the mission and maybe we can continue this conversation when you get back. OK?
Chris: Sure—whatever.
Chris: You OK in there?
Soldier: Redfield?
Chris: Don’t worry. I’m gonna find a key to this thing and get you outta there.
Chris: Shit!
Chris: This oughta do it. Please tell me what I’m looking at.
Mission Coordinator: I have no idea. It’s something new. Exercise extreme caution. Chris, this new white variation is extremely resilient. Normal ammo isn’t going to cut it.
Chris: I’m open to suggestions.
Mission Coordinator: You’ll need RAMRODS to stop it from regenerating lost tissue. You’re going to have to fall back.
Chris: Everything’s alright now.
Soldier: That’s just what he wants you to think. I’m just the bait—and you fell for it.
Chris: What? Shit!
Soldier: Take the filter… on my mask. Hurry!
Chris: But you’ll die!
Soldier: I’m dead either way.
Lucas: He’s right, Chris. Just watch and learn.
Chris: Lucas! No! I’m sorry… Lucas… I can’t wait to get my hands on that asshole,
Mission Coordinator: Just remember we need him alive, Chris.
Chris: Yeah, yeah.
Mission Coordinator: Those RAMRODs should allow you to take down the new white mold variants.
Chris: Good.
Chris: Great. More incoming.
Chris: Hey, you OK? Hang on—I’m coming. Hey—hey, you still with us?
Soldier: Yeah… it’s you… thanks. I was beginning to think we’d been left behind. I think—I think we can get out this way. Lucas is a fucking psycho. Not sure what’s worse—him or those things. We gotta get outta here. Over here. We can get out up through there. Oh fuck— you gotta be kidding me… Fuck fuck fuck! Get this thing off me!!
Chris: No!
Lucas: I don’t know about you, Christopher, but I’m getting real tired of playing games.
Chris: Three men, Lucas. Three of my men dead, because of you. This ends and it ends now.
Lucas: I don’t think so. It’s about to be four dead soldiers in a minute. You’re going to fail, and then you’re going to die.
Chris: OK, we got a situation here.
Mission Coordinator: We’re on it, Chris. Head back to the central cavern and wait for further instructions.
Chris: Don’t let me down.
Mission Coordinator: Chris, good news. Our video logs from the first unit show canisters of liquid nitrogen nearby. You might be able to deactivate the bomb by freezing it.
Chris: Where are the canisters?
Mission Coordinator: The storage space in the mining work area. Go through the red shutter door.
Mission Coordinator: The liquid nitrogen is just beyond that room.
Chris: That’s lovely.
Mission Coordinator: Target down, Chris. Now, find that nitrogen!
Chris: Don’t have to remind me. Is this really gonna work?
Mission Coordinator: Hurry, Chris!
Chris: Here goes nothing. That did it.
Mission Coordinator: Take it off before it thaws and restarts!
Chris: Shit!
Mission Coordinator: You alright, Chris?
Chris: Yeah, I’m fine. I’m fine. OK, Lucas, it’s just you and me.
Mission Coordinator: Chris, we’re showing a room located behind the shield machine.
Chris: Lucas?
Mission Coordinator: It’s possible. See if you can get in there to check it out.
Chris: Got it.
Lucas: Christopher—still with us, I see. Very impressive, my friend, very impressive. Let’s see just how impressive you really are. Hmmm… maybe you’re good. Maybe you got lucky. Whaddaya say we find out? You’re slowing down, Christopher. Almost had you that time. Just how much more of this do you think you can take? OK, OK—no more—alright? I don’t have anything left.
Chris: You won’t get any sympathy from me, asshole.
Lucas: I know, I know. I’ve done… I’ve done terrible things. Horrible things. I killed your men. I tortured them. And I enjoyed every second, soldier boy. Just like I’m going to enjoy watching you burn. Oh, you hear that? Sounds like time’s running out for you. Tick tock, Christopher. Tick tock.
Chris: If you’re gonna kill me, just kill me, but for the love of god, shut the fuck up!
Lucas: I’d like to stay and watch you burn to death, but I can’t. I have an elsewhere to be. Buh-byye.
Chris: Fuck! I don’t wanna die here. Goddamnit! Just a little more… Shit!
Mission Coordinator: Chris, are you OK?
Chris: Yeah, I’m fine.
Mission Coordinator: We managed to intercept an email Lucas just sent out. Listen to this: “Umbrella and Redfield have been taken care of. Dealing with them cost me some time—cost them a lot more—but I can still get that data to you, but we’re quits after that.”
Chris: He thinks I’m dead. This might be our chance. Who’d he send it to?
Mission Coordinator: We’re still decrypting that. Just get Lucas.
Chris: Keep me posted.
Chris: Lucas!
Lucas: Aw, Jesus! What the hell? Oh fuck!
Chris: Lucas!
Lucas: How the hell are you still alive? You should be dead.
Chris: We got your emails. We know you’re funneling info to someone!
Lucas: That’s none of your god-damned business, Chris! A lot people out there want to know about our little Evie. A lot of people.
Chris: Your friends, The Connections know about this? They don’t strike me as the forgiving type.
Lucas: That’s my business. You let me worry about them. You’re about to have your hands full. I can’t—don’t—no… I don’t believe it.
Chris: Believe it. It’s over.
Lucas: No, heheh. No way…
Chris: Just shut up and accept it, Lucas.
Lucas: Oh you’d love that, wouldn’t you? Oh boy… So this is what it feels like.
Chris: We’ve got a situation down here.
Mission Coordinator: Infection is at critical mass.
Chris: Tell me something I don’t know.
Lucas?: Oh I’ve got something for you—you’re fucking screwed!
Mission Coordinator: You’re going to need to proceed with caution—extreme caution.
Chris: Oh well that’s different. Like I haven’t been since we got here.
Lucas: You had to come in here and mess things up, didn’t you? Fuck! My head—my head!
Mission Coordinator: The air contamination is going off the charts! Kill that thing before your air tank gives out!
Chris: Thanks for the advice!
System: Oxygen Supply Station ready for service.
Mission Coordinator: You’re running low on oxygen
System: Oxygen depleted. Please wait until reserves are refilled.
Chris: Not much oxygen left.
System: Oxygen Supply Station ready for service. Oxygen depleted. Please wait until reserves are refilled.
Chris: Game over. Finally.
Mission Coordinator: Chris, the data transfer’s almost complete!
Chris: How do I stop it?
Mission Coordinator: You need to find a way to shut down the server. There may be some transformer relays you can— OK… that worked. Gonna be some pissed computer techs up here, but—
Chris: Cry me a river. What’s the sitrep?
Mission Coordinator: The facility is clear. Even the newer breeds have been neutralized.
Chris: Then I’m outta here.
Mission Coordinator: Perimeter wall is up and operational.
Chris: Good. Think we did any good here?
Mission Coordinator: Not for them, unfortunately, but the mold is contained. Hopefully, they’re Evie’s last victims.
Chris: Hopefully.
Mission Coordinator: Chris, there’s a call for you. You need to take it back at the camp.
Chris: Alright. I’m on my way.