Street Level

Calian POV

"Alright Super Cop, we can use these for communications and sadly we only have one left so you can share with Super Agent," he got out a walkie talkie from his bag and handed one over to Jill and sadly he has none more. "I don't think that's necessary," I scanned the walkie talkie with my glasses, pinpointed the radio signal and adjusted it to be connected together.

"Test, test," I said a few times over and the walkie talkies sounded perfectly. "Alright then, that's some cool Sci Fi shit!" Carlos cheered and adjusted his earpiece, bringing his hair back. "Oh and Carlos, I know what a radio is," Jill's sarcasm strikes back it's totally unnecessary but I found myself laughing regardless with Carlos smiling and Mikhail biting back a snort.

"Head up to street level, you'll find the supplies you'd need," Carlos gave a final advice before wishing us a great success and utmost safety. "Let's go," Jill went out of the car and proceeded up the wide stairs. "So, why are you here," Jill firstly asked going up, I'm obviously here to get you to travel with me but I can't answer that can't I.

"We have followed the Umbrella Corporation since their early days and we've tracked their biological hazardations here to Raccoon City just in time for a zombie outbreak orchestrated by Umbrella themselves. Our objectives have changed from investigation to termination and information."

I said it smoothly too, I'm sure my tone suggests no lies, I lied many enough to corporate leaders in the past and sculpting the perfect lie face has always been too easy for me. "And what does 'termination' and 'information' mean," spoken like a true cop, Jill must be an impressive interrogator by her voice signatures and her hard pressed expressions.

"It means to find some sort of medicine or vaccine to terminate the virus and enough information to implicate Umbrella and bring them to justice," I explained briefly and we're at last here on street level, Jill grasped some bit of paper and read it before once more revolving towards me. "And why do you feel that you can give these bits of information which I'm sure is classified if you're an agent."

"I don't think it matters anymore, we're both related to law and other, the only difference is, you're working locally and I'm working nationally and internationally. Besides, the city's become quite a bad show and we'd do well trusting each other," Jill dropped the paper and begin collecting the leaves from some potted plant, I think it's herbs right?

I picked up the paper to find what's the content and just as I suspected, it's about combining different botanical herbologies and mixing them together, some grant immunity, some grant pain coverage. "Do these herbs even work, they sound like something a quack doctor made up on his way to Kentucky."

"They work perfectly fine, saved a couple of lives in my line of work," the last time I used some exotic herb when I was on my luxury hike up the mountains, they ended up not doing a thing despite what it said they would on my book of plants in the wild. "If you say so," I saw Jill broke open a plastered crate with a shank of her combat knife, savage.

I went pass the doorway and looked at Jill still lingering around a locked strong box on top of a reinforced table. "What's going Jill," I waited by the doorstep and Jill has given up trying to do anything to the lock. "Need a lockpick to open up these locks," I looked down and saw a straight shackle padlock and this box could clearly be opened with just a shot from a pistol.

I personally never understood why Resident Evil games emphasize on the use of tools rather than just shooting at the locks or chains. "I got this," I aimed and shot up the shackles on the lock, breaking it open with only two shots, not 5, not 4, not 3, but only 2 shots. "As easy as a pie," I haughtily said and opened it up to take a look, just a few shotgun shells lying inside.

Jill just stared at me and I really could see the gears on her mind rolling while thinking of what just happened. "What's going on up there, we could here gunshots," Carlos asked from the radio, it seems they heard it downstairs huh, is it that loud. "Shooting up a few locks to break," I replied over my glasses while Jill still has her gears turning.

"Roger that Super Agent," and the line closed, finally, Jill has begun showing signs of movement and little twitches on her brows. "You mean I can just shoot a lock off, are you kidding me! Days of learning lock picking in R.P.D turned out to be unnecessary! And all those lock picking I did in all my missions were totally unneeded! ARGH!"

Now I've totally blown Jill's mind if she's screaming like that. Do the cops never learn that shooting solves most problems, because that's the case for me. "Are you okay," I gently patted her back after seeing her maniacal look on her face that suggested her immense frustration. "Calm, yes calm," she rubbed her chest and breathe in and out as she regained normality.

"I'm okay now, just letting out my very deep irritation to R.P.D," sure if you say so, I bet if the outbreak hadn't happened and Jill found out she could just shoot locks open, she would have some serious words with them. "Lockpicking is quieter though, using guns to open locks draws attention," especially with zombies, they don't think, they hear, as soon as a loud sound was heard by them, they're go scrambling towards it.

I went by the ticketing booths to this peculiar piece of furniture tacked in the corner of the room. There seems to be some sort of compartment below in its belly and a big clock on its head. What's most intriguing is a circle of white panels with the exception being three of them had consecutive colors of red, green, and blue.

Circling the circle itself, are some diamond shaped gold plates and three of them are empty as if meant for something to be placed inside. Truthfully, I can't think of anything that could be remotely similar to this from the bottom of my head. "Hey Jill, do you know what this is," I called Jill over to let her see this wooden thing.

"That's a commemorative of this subway's grand opening, it's written there in the middle," She pointed on the very clear gold carved with those words on them and I've obviously read it. "What I meant to say is what these holes are for," Jill inspected once again and she raised her eye upon discovering that there was indeed three holes.

"I don't know, maybe it used to hold something, come on let's go," she slid past the overhead door and I'm just right behind her. I could see outside, what looked to be a complete disaster in its own making.