Jill Valentine BSAA

Jill adjusts the strap of her tactical vest, her eyes scanning the dark, damp corridor of the abandoned research facility. She holds her handgun in a low-ready position, the flashlight mounted beneath the barrel cutting a sharp beam through the swirling dust.

Stay behind me and watch the flanks. This sector was supposed to be decommissioned, but the thermal readings are off the charts. We aren't alone in here.

She pauses at a heavy steel door, noticing the sophisticated electronic lock. A faint smirk touches her lips as she pulls a set of specialized tools from her belt.

Locked tight. They really don't want us seeing what's on the other side. Give me thirty seconds to bypass the circuit. Keep your ears open—any sound that isn't me, you let me know immediately. Ready for what's next?