Business Offices

Bang-!

The P228's chunky slide recoiled back, as the casing ejected and bounced off the cubicle walls. Blood splattered the wall and dripped down with skull fragments and brain matter...

"Hah...hah...hah..." panted Deputy Director Sachiko Sasaki, who had just dispatched her third virus carrier in the office, as she was looking for incriminating evidence, things she could use for bargaining chips to buy her way onto one of Umbrella's Evac Helicopters. She knew things weren't as simple as them 'rescuing' them, they'd had to still prove their worth to the Company, to Sir Spencer... to all of the board of Umbrella Incorporated. She made her way over to her office, and locked the door. There were still a few infected crawling about, Frank and Dodger- friends of hers. Former friends, now zombified by the T-Virus. Shit in a handbasket... She thought, as she went to collect her things from her desk. Her boss, Director Reika Sugimoto was somewhere, probably at the Sales Office down town. She wasn't going to wait for her to issue commands, for all she knew she could be something's lunch by now. No, she needed to look out for herself, and her baby sister, Yoko.

She tried her cell again, muttering to herself in Japanese as the flip phone rang in her ear. "(C'mon...c'mon...shit... pick up... pick up....!)" She mumbled, but then got her voicemail instead. "(Fuck!)" She spat, hitting the 'end call' button on her phone in a hostile swing of her hand. She had already left eight messages... leaving another wouldn't make any point. She was either too busy to answer, couldn't answer... because she was being smart and had her ringer off, or... Don't think that... she's fine, she's more resourceful and capable than you are, Sachi... She thought, closing her eyes, lifting her glasses to rub said eyes. "Think... think... she's gotta be at the campus, or the RPD building, if she worked at the bookstore. Those at the bookstore and that cafe are right in front of the station for Christ sake..." She mumbled and glanced up through the glass wall, hearing the zombies of her former coworkers pounding on the glass. She looked at them, adjusted her glasses... and raised her pistol again.

Crack---!

The glass shattered, and what followed were the multiple sounds of the compact 9mm firing at the three or four zombies pushing themselves into their boss' office!

Sachiko Sasaki wrote:Bang-!

The P228's chunky slide recoiled back, as the casing ejected and bounced off the cubicle walls. Blood splattered the wall and dripped down with skull fragments and brain matter...

"Hah...hah...hah..." panted Deputy Director Sachiko Sasaki, who had just dispatched her third virus carrier in the office, as she was looking for incriminating evidence, things she could use for bargaining chips to buy her way onto one of Umbrella's Evac Helicopters. She knew things weren't as simple as them 'rescuing' them, they'd had to still prove their worth to the Company, to Sir Spencer... to all of the board of Umbrella Incorporated. She made her way over to her office, and locked the door. There were still a few infected crawling about, Frank and Dodger- friends of hers. Former friends, now zombified by the T-Virus. Shit in a handbasket... She thought, as she went to collect her things from her desk. Her boss, Director Reika Sugimoto was somewhere, probably at the Sales Office down town. She wasn't going to wait for her to issue commands, for all she knew she could be something's lunch by now. No, she needed to look out for herself, and her baby sister, Yoko.

She tried her cell again, muttering to herself in Japanese as the flip phone rang in her ear. "(C'mon...c'mon...shit... pick up... pick up....!)" She mumbled, but then got her voicemail instead. "(Fuck!)" She spat, hitting the 'end call' button on her phone in a hostile swing of her hand. She had already left eight messages... leaving another wouldn't make any point. She was either too busy to answer, couldn't answer... because she was being smart and had her ringer off, or... Don't think that... she's fine, she's more resourceful and capable than you are, Sachi... She thought, closing her eyes, lifting her glasses to rub said eyes. "Think... think... she's gotta be at the campus, or the RPD building, if she worked at the bookstore. Those at the bookstore and that cafe are right in front of the station for Christ sake..." She mumbled and glanced up through the glass wall, hearing the zombies of her former coworkers pounding on the glass. She looked at them, adjusted her glasses... and raised her pistol again.

Crack---!

The glass shattered, and what followed were the multiple sounds of the compact 9mm firing at the three or four zombies pushing themselves into their boss' office!

As Sachi fired away, the gunfire drew not only more of the shambling dead, but the attention of someone else.

Click-Click-Click-Click- the sound of the approaching steps across the tile floors was drowned out by the moans, snarls, and gunfire from the business woman's handgun. She would find her self now down a magazine, and trapped by a handful of virus carriers who were shambling into the office! Her weapon dry, slide forced back, Sachi backed into the wall, screaming her little head off! Thankfully, her head wasn't up for the chopping block.

-CRUNCH!

The sound of the hatchet as it slammed into one of the zombie's skulls horizontally and severing the top of his left ear!



The woman holding it was very tall, with oddly styled blond hair. Her unique eyes narrowed in on Sachiko, before turning to the remaining infected that surrounded her! She yanked the zombie back, retracing the weapon from its skull, swinging out in her left hand a very ornate, but very functional kukri:



The blade was razor sharp, slicing through the necrotic flesh like a hot knife through butter as she decapitated the creature she slashed with it! Umbrella Steel was the main reason for these impossibly sharp weapons, the rarish material normally reserved for transporting monsters in was an undetectable metallic alloy whose exact composition was a trade and company secret since it was developed only in recent years. You could apply metric tonnes of pressure onto an edge of this steel and it would hardly bend. You had to shape it while it was still molten, so she heard as she sliced through the next zombie with the hatchet, into the neck of the virus carrier, chopping it through with ease and swiftness. The blades had to be edged with a very high powered laser, but the result was a weapon, undetectable by metal detectors, that wouldn't rust nor ever lose its edge. It was practically the mythical 'mythril' of Tolkien and Dungeons and Dragons, and she was sure Spencer himself was thinking that when his R&D team developed the material on Rockfort Island.

She crossed her arms, the 'Hunter Leather' jacket squeaking as she then swings both arms, horizontally outward in a wide angle- removing the last three virus carriers lined up perfectly in front of her. The one in the center of the two lost its head completely, falling toward's Sachi with his head rolling off his shoulders, which rolled under her crossed legs staring up at her; also revealing the tall, beautiful woman without a single drop of blood on her or her expensive... and unique white clothing:



"Bonjour~" She sweetly says to the shorter Japanese woman, her arms wide in a 'T' fashion, with the blades in her hands embedded into the necks of the two remaining zombies. Both zombies twitched as the blade severed their spinal cords before with a stretching motion, the blonde severed both of the former office worker's heads! "Ahhh, so good to get out of the bloody office for a change, am I right?" She cooed with a unique accent. She was ravishingly beautiful and very tall, looking taller due to her stiletto heel boots. She wore a unique and revealing outfit, like one of those odd fashionistas from a French Magazine. Her large breasts bobbed as she walked up to Sachi, swinging the crimson ichor off her weapons with a flick of her wrists before she twirled the kukri onto a sheath mounted above her ass. She used the hatchet's flat edge, to prop under Sachiko's chin, lifting the bespectacled woman's head gently with the razor sharp weapon! The blond half Asian blinked her unique, amber eyes with their slightly golden hue and raised a brow. "What? Cat got your tongue? (Only speak Japanese?) [Chinese?] Parlez-vous Français?" She asked, batting her long lashes, before making a "Hmp~" grunt with a quick shrug of her shoulders, pulling the blade away swiftly from Sachi's neck and turning around with a swaggering sashay in her wide hips. She unlocked the door- despite the large hole in the windows the zombies entered through, and then turned to the woman. "Well...? Are you coming or do you want to become a meal for your former co-workers?" she paused, glancing about, then glanced back to her. "Or worse...?" She then shrugged again. "Comme tu veux..." she sighed, rolling her large eyes with a small smirk, humming to herself an old lullaby from her childhood as she walked towards the hall. As she did, another zombie stumbled out of its cubicle towards her, and she, without much effort, simply struck the hatchet across the creature's head, removing the top half of its skull in passing, spun the blood off and away from her swaying ass, and continued to walk into the hall towards the lifts...

Synthia Evangela wrote:

Sachiko Sasaki wrote:Bang-!

The P228's chunky slide recoiled back, as the casing ejected and bounced off the cubicle walls. Blood splattered the wall and dripped down with skull fragments and brain matter...

"Hah...hah...hah..." panted Deputy Director Sachiko Sasaki, who had just dispatched her third virus carrier in the office, as she was looking for incriminating evidence, things she could use for bargaining chips to buy her way onto one of Umbrella's Evac Helicopters. She knew things weren't as simple as them 'rescuing' them, they'd had to still prove their worth to the Company, to Sir Spencer... to all of the board of Umbrella Incorporated. She made her way over to her office, and locked the door. There were still a few infected crawling about, Frank and Dodger- friends of hers. Former friends, now zombified by the T-Virus. Shit in a handbasket... She thought, as she went to collect her things from her desk. Her boss, Director Reika Sugimoto was somewhere, probably at the Sales Office down town. She wasn't going to wait for her to issue commands, for all she knew she could be something's lunch by now. No, she needed to look out for herself, and her baby sister, Yoko.

She tried her cell again, muttering to herself in Japanese as the flip phone rang in her ear. "(C'mon...c'mon...shit... pick up... pick up....!)" She mumbled, but then got her voicemail instead. "(Fuck!)" She spat, hitting the 'end call' button on her phone in a hostile swing of her hand. She had already left eight messages... leaving another wouldn't make any point. She was either too busy to answer, couldn't answer... because she was being smart and had her ringer off, or... Don't think that... she's fine, she's more resourceful and capable than you are, Sachi... She thought, closing her eyes, lifting her glasses to rub said eyes. "Think... think... she's gotta be at the campus, or the RPD building, if she worked at the bookstore. Those at the bookstore and that cafe are right in front of the station for Christ sake..." She mumbled and glanced up through the glass wall, hearing the zombies of her former coworkers pounding on the glass. She looked at them, adjusted her glasses... and raised her pistol again.

Crack---!

The glass shattered, and what followed were the multiple sounds of the compact 9mm firing at the three or four zombies pushing themselves into their boss' office!

As Sachi fired away, the gunfire drew not only more of the shambling dead, but the attention of someone else.

Click-Click-Click-Click- the sound of the approaching steps across the tile floors was drowned out by the moans, snarls, and gunfire from the business woman's handgun. She would find her self now down a magazine, and trapped by a handful of virus carriers who were shambling into the office! Her weapon dry, slide forced back, Sachi backed into the wall, screaming her little head off! Thankfully, her head wasn't up for the chopping block.

-CRUNCH!

The sound of the hatchet as it slammed into one of the zombie's skulls horizontally and severing the top of his left ear!



The woman holding it was very tall, with oddly styled blond hair. Her unique eyes narrowed in on Sachiko, before turning to the remaining infected that surrounded her! She yanked the zombie back, retracing the weapon from its skull, swinging out in her left hand a very ornate, but very functional kukri:



The blade was razor sharp, slicing through the necrotic flesh like a hot knife through butter as she decapitated the creature she slashed with it! Umbrella Steel was the main reason for these impossibly sharp weapons, the rarish material normally reserved for transporting monsters in was an undetectable metallic alloy whose exact composition was a trade and company secret since it was developed only in recent years. You could apply metric tonnes of pressure onto an edge of this steel and it would hardly bend. You had to shape it while it was still molten, so she heard as she sliced through the next zombie with the hatchet, into the neck of the virus carrier, chopping it through with ease and swiftness. The blades had to be edged with a very high powered laser, but the result was a weapon, undetectable by metal detectors, that wouldn't rust nor ever lose its edge. It was practically the mythical 'mythril' of Tolkien and Dungeons and Dragons, and she was sure Spencer himself was thinking that when his R&D team developed the material on Rockfort Island.

She crossed her arms, the 'Hunter Leather' jacket squeaking as she then swings both arms, horizontally outward in a wide angle- removing the last three virus carriers lined up perfectly in front of her. The one in the center of the two lost its head completely, falling toward's Sachi with his head rolling off his shoulders, which rolled under her crossed legs staring up at her; also revealing the tall, beautiful woman without a single drop of blood on her or her expensive... and unique white clothing:



"Bonjour~" She sweetly says to the shorter Japanese woman, her arms wide in a 'T' fashion, with the blades in her hands embedded into the necks of the two remaining zombies. Both zombies twitched as the blade severed their spinal cords before with a stretching motion, the blonde severed both of the former office worker's heads! "Ahhh, so good to get out of the bloody office for a change, am I right?" She cooed with a unique accent. She was ravishingly beautiful and very tall, looking taller due to her stiletto heel boots. She wore a unique and revealing outfit, like one of those odd fashionistas from a French Magazine. Her large breasts bobbed as she walked up to Sachi, swinging the crimson ichor off her weapons with a flick of her wrists before she twirled the kukri onto a sheath mounted above her ass. She used the hatchet's flat edge, to prop under Sachiko's chin, lifting the bespectacled woman's head gently with the razor sharp weapon! The blond half Asian blinked her unique, amber eyes with their slightly golden hue and raised a brow. "What? Cat got your tongue? (Only speak Japanese?) [Chinese?] Parlez-vous Français?" She asked, batting her long lashes, before making a "Hmp~" grunt with a quick shrug of her shoulders, pulling the blade away swiftly from Sachi's neck and turning around with a swaggering sashay in her wide hips. She unlocked the door- despite the large hole in the windows the zombies entered through, and then turned to the woman. "Well...? Are you coming or do you want to become a meal for your former co-workers?" she paused, glancing about, then glanced back to her. "Or worse...?" She then shrugged again. "Comme tu veux..." she sighed, rolling her large eyes with a small smirk, humming to herself an old lullaby from her childhood as she walked towards the hall. As she did, another zombie stumbled out of its cubicle towards her, and she, without much effort, simply struck the hatchet across the creature's head, removing the top half of its skull in passing, spun the blood off and away from her swaying ass, and continued to walk into the hall towards the lifts...

Sachiko was so... taken aback by the sheer number of the infected whom invaded her office and then by the swift execution of the five that were left- that she was speechless. She'd seen the beautiful, deadly executioner before... she was an eccentric who worked majorly in Umbrella France, the Paris Branch specifically if she recalled. She was the Director of Cosmetics, in both the business side and R&D, and was... a very weird woman. Before this moment, she thought the woman was a sort of joke, a literal 'peacock' that just squawked and shit wherever she walked. Something pretty, and something different to look at. Now she knew, the woman was simply a bona fide FREAK. It only made sense for a woman to walk, talk, and dress like her, with a registered name of 'Synthia Evangela' she had to have a few screws loose in the head. Granted, she just killed the five zombies in front of her with a fucking hatchet and KNIFE, then just waltzed up and raised her chin with the axe head like she was debating on chopping her neck as well before speaking in three different languages! I always had a feeling she was a nutjob... but considering she didn't kill me yet, I suppose she's useful to have on my side... She thought, looking down at the head of 'Dave' a coworker she thought was the office pervert, staring up her skirt- She kicked the head with a disgusted snarl, then gulped audibly as the woman asked if she wanted to stay behind and get eaten by her coworkers... or worse. That made her extremely worried! "Worse? What do you mean 'worse'? Synthia!" She called out, rushing for the door, pausing to step over the bodies, before heading into the office and following the blond behind. She watched her execute another zombie without hesitation, without even looking or batting an eye. How can she be so casual about this? These 'things' were once human! Ugh... I need to be careful with her, I wouldn't want to cross her if she can easily dispatch people in such a ruthless manner... She told herself, wearily following her insane savior.

Synthia paused in the hallway, hearing the lapdog running to her heels! She twisted her torso, giving Sachi a glance over her shoulder and smiled. "Oh goodie! So you are going to tag along!" She replied sweetly. "Good to see you've heard of me, I'd leave you behind if you had to ask who I was, so you pass my test, for now~" Syn giggled darkly, walking down the hall, spinning the hatchet in her right hand absently, her stiletto's clicking against the drab tile floor as she walked towards the lift. "Well, don't sound so surprised, mon ami, we are in a 'Class-III' Outbreak. Things have never gone to a 'Class-III' before, so expect all sorts of trouble~" She hummed. "Cherri? Cherri? Blast it, where did that silly girl run off to...?" She sighed. She gave a glance back to Sachiko and smirked. "Cherri est ma secrétaire, she carries all of my things. The silly girl did not want to enter the offices to save you, so I told her to wait outside. There are not many doors, so I have no clue where she could have gone~" She explained. There really wasn't much to miss in the hall, but turning left towards the Lifts, did she see something familiar.



"Tsk. Tsk. Tsk. Oh cher..." She says shaking her head, clicking her cheeks. She knelt down, and lifted the severed arm by the wrist. "I know that trashy nail polish, this belonged to Cherri..." she sighed, sounding more inconvenienced than anything else. Bugger, of course its the hand that doesn't have my security band... She thought, and stood up as Sachiko gasped at the sight of the arm, then... the company ahead:



Over a baker's dozen amount of zombies were in the hallway ahead, and with Sachi out of ammo, Synthia held out her arm to 'stay', even saying low under her breath: "Sois une gentille fille, et restes-y~"

Syn approached the advancing gang; her endowed figure jiggling and bouncing while they shambled and moaned, both approaching one another at a power walk pace! Syn drew the kukri above her curvy derrière, the blade cutting through the air in her reverse grip, spinning it so she could hold it out in her hand-



-before she then picked up her pace!

SLICE! SWISH! SLASH!

Soundless, swift handling, the pair of Umbrella Steel cutlery- hatchet and kukri, cut through the former humans easily. She ran past four of them, her movement graceful as she danced between them like a ballerina, her arms effortlessly swinging wide into the lot, the blades doing all of the work. Cutting through their ranks, she cut down four within seconds, her leg swinging out, connecting, sending the creature's flying back into one another, knocking them onto their backs or chests. One of these sods reached out for her free ankle, when the heel of the leg that kicked them descended upon their skull, the six inch stiletto piercing their soft flesh and skull! She withdrew the boot with no issue, back stepping as another zombie lunged for her neck. She blew it a kiss, swiftly flowing around its arm as it dove forwards, nudging its shoulder with her back before she flipped the hatchet in her right hand around and swung her hooked elbow back- slamming the bladed edge into the back of the out-maneuvered zombie's skull!

Given the leverage, and that another zombie ahead of her was a few feet ahead of her, she flexed forwards, retracting the hatchet, flipped it back around and threw it at the creature ahead of her's face! The former human's back hit the wall, eyes drawn upward, the blade parting its rotting face and it slid down the wall. She still had several more to deal with. One who got past her shambled towards Sachiko, but she grabbed him by the collar of his neck with her now free right hand and tossed him back towards the lifts. "Oi, I'm the one you've got to deal with!" She commented to it, approaching it confidently, breasts jiggling as she walked with such haughty swagger! A zombie lunged to her from the left, whom she swung the elegant kukri's blade across his arms- severing them before swinging her arm back, the blade now severing its neck as the head bounced off her left tit and rolled across the floor. She never looked at it, smiling as her bosom jiggled- a trickle of the former human's blood rolling along the curve of her bosom, rolling between her deepened cleavage.

She was staring at the zombie she had tossed, as the other three who had been knocked over recovered. Two stood up, drunkenly, while one remained on the ground. She then did something unexpected- she threw the Kukri in her left hand down at the crawling zombie's face, the pearl and gilded grip's blade jutting out of its head on both sides before it neck dropped with a limp. Syn started to run towards the zombie who lunged at her with outstretched arms! When they were within Syn's ideal range, she leaped up, swinging her leg out in a scissor kick!



The arch of her stiletto boot slammed into the creature's nose, the force from her sexy, shapely leg was enough to not only send it flying back, but enough that when its head hit the lift doors- smashed it open like a watermelon! She rolled upon the ground, free of the infected, she then pivoted her body into a stance similar to a sprinter at the start of the race, bounding forwards and clothes lining both the remaining zombies, slamming their heads upon the tiled floor!

"UNGGAH!" A zombie moaned in front of her, as she was still on her back on the floor! With quick reflexes, her mind going to her leg lift exercises funny enough, Synthia raised her legs then slammed her heels at either side of the creature's head!



The zombie confusedly gripped at her leather clad legs, biting at nothing as she held it at bay, her feet finding purchase before the smirking, sexy woman gripped the thing's head tightly and with a twist-

-Pop!

The creature's limbs fell limp, and Synth spreads her legs, releasing the former human who dropped head first in her crotch like a sack of rocks. "Ha! Si vulgaire!" she says in response, flustered as she drops her legs, bends her knees, and pulls her torso up like some sort of vampire?!

Grounding her legs, she raised her waist and torso, standing up again. She noticed the blood, running down her chest, and pulls out a lacy white handkerchief and wiped her tits free of it, before wedging the grip of her kukri between her heel, retracting it with ease from the zombie's head, kicking her leg back so her heel touched her bum, kicking the blade up! The ornate blade flew from behind her, over her head it spung and rotated quickly, and as it descended in front of the pretty blond, Syn catches it by the grip in her left hand and then cleans the blood off with her handkerchief! "That was fun~" she hummed, walking back to Sachiko, as if the massacre was nothing to her, let alone her blade work which boarder lined comic book levels of bullshit! Her movements were graceful, impractical, reactive, and were intentional.

She reached over and grabbed the hatchet she had thrown, and yanked it from the zombie's head. "Still... no clue where Cherri went-" she says to Sachi, before kneeling beside the arm again. "Hmm... despite the number of virus carriers, they didn't rip off Cherri's arm..." she pointed out, and wiped the blood away from the edge of the severed portion of the arm with her now red handkerchief. "Hm. She was cut, by a razor sharp blade-" she paused, for effect, glancing up at Sachi with a wink, knowing she was probably thinking she had referred to herself- due to the cut being clean. Still facing the woman, Syn and Sachi hear an audible, computerized voice saying "Access Granted" before a gulp.



The MA-121 Alpha, 'Hunter' stepped out from a side room with locked security clearance, the large door swinging wide open as the... oddly large beast bowed its head and entered the hall, turning towards them deliberately.

Synthia stood up, drawing both blades, and slowly turned to the creature with a confident smirk. Now... thats a proper challenge! She thought and licked her plush upper lip. "Well... that answers what happened to Cherri~" She cooed, swinging the kukri into a reverse grip and raising the hatchet in her other hand!



"RAWWWWK!" It shrieked with large, dripping fangs! "As I said, there are more than just the Virus Carriers, Sachi~" She cooed. "And my, this big boy is absolutely énorme! I think he's taller than me...!" She chuckled as the creature began to prepare itself, dragging its clawed, raptor like feet against the ground, and slowly approached the women!



"Hang back Luv, momma needs new materials~" She cooed, before sprinting at the beast who 'squawked' again before sprinting towards her too!!

"(Dear God... she's a monster...)" Sachi says under her breath, her light brown eyes wavering as she observed Syn reduce the population of the hall within minutes! She did things, things that were beyond 'normal' and she was beginning to wonder if the woman was a B.O.W. herself... but that would be impossible! The company doesn't have any records of any BOW with human level intellect yet! At least... what she'd seen! How the fuck does someone do something like this so effortlessly? Am I... dreaming? No, definitely not... what the hell are you, Synthia?! Sachi silently observed in object awe and horror as Synthia finished her second course.

"Th-that was fun?!" She gasped, appalled that she even just said that! Then there was the way she teased her, the way she played with her likely dead assistant's arm, when she brought up it was severed. She looked down at her, and felt sweat rolling down the back of her neck. I know she's messing with me... but I get a distinct feeling, she challenges everyone and anything... she wants a reason to 'cut loose' so to speak, and she's looking at me with eyes I'm familiar seeing in art murals involving Samurai ushering challenges to one another... She thought, and gulped. I am a black belt in Kenjutsu, but compared to a freak like her? I'm but a lamb waiting to be slaughtered should I take up such an insane challenge...! She thought, when they both heard the computerized female voice "Access Granted" and then... the monster MA-121 appeared! "What the fuck...?!" She gasped. "What's a Hunter doing up here?! How the fuck did it get out and why is it so BIG?!" She screamed, and then... of course, Captain Wow sprinted towards it! "Synthia?! You can't take that thing on with just a knife!!" She screamed, gripping the corner wall, telling herself she should just ditch the crazy bitch! She was about to too, when she gripped the wall tighter, and remembered:

Synthia Evangela wrote:"Good to see you've heard of me, I'd leave you behind if you had to ask who I was, so you pass my test, for now~" Syn giggled darkly...

Is... she still testing me?! God, what happens if I fail? Does she... kill me?! She panicked, and shivered in place, unable to move... watching instead the scene play out. Considering her situation, with a Hunter Alpha on the loose? Chances were she was dead either way...

The pair dead man's sprint towards one another- its large, sword like claws dragging across the tiled floor behind it, her arms behind her in a 'V' like fashion as she leaned into her sprint! The pair were in front of one another when the creature's claws dragged from the floor up the sides of the walls and left no room to evade its attack! Shrieking, the blade like claws created deep trenches in the tile, then the wall panels! It intended to slice through her, and had the power to cut her to ribbons with ease! However, she reacted as the creatures arms were still spread wide!

Synthia's body dropped back, her body sliding under and between the creature's wide apart legs like a batter slides onto home plate! However, she shot her arms up, driving both of her blades into the corners of its upper and inner thighs, driving deep trenches through the flesh! It forced the Hunter to drop to its knees after she passed through, her body twisting around pushing off the ground and leaping up onto the creature's back!

"RAWWWWK!" The part reptilian, part amphibian creature hissed, its large yellow eyes glancing up at her as she straddled its back, her legs spread, her stiletto heels jabbing under its armpits as it bucked and awkwardly tried to claw its own back, but couldn't as she limited its arm's potential movement!

"Hahaha!!" She laughed maniacally, slamming the hatchet's hooked end into creature's right shoulder for additional support as her left hand was raised above her head, her breasts jiggling as it tried to hop but couldn't due to the searing pain to its legs! It shook and bucked her a little longer, hissing and snarling before she revolved the kukri in her hand into a reverse grip, licking her upper lip, and plunged the blade into the back of the creature's skull!

"RAWWWW---OOOK! UROOO-CK!!" The beast painfully wailed with glossy eyes falling forwards, clawing the ground, crawling towards the other woman almost desperately? Or it seemed that way due to Synthia's brutality, which didn't end as she removed the blade from the creature's head, still straddling its back, removed the hatchet as well. She brought both pieces of cutlery under the Hunter Alpha's large neck, yanked it back as it slammed its right claw on the ground, body spasming as it felt Synthia's incredibly sharp blades drive into its neck! Slowly, the woman dragged the crossed blades across the Hunter's neck, creating a pair of trenches that ran parallel with one another from shoulder to shoulder...!

With that, blood sprayed forwards, away from Synthia, and painted the drab walls a nicer shade of dripping crimson! The large creature twitched beneath her, the woman hopping on its back, almost playfully, humming in almost an erotic manner as the beast flopped under her crotch. "Ahhhh... La séparation est un si doux chagrin~" She cooed in a high pitched erotic moan. Slinging the blood off her blades, she stood up, and then ran her hands through her sweaty hair. "I didn't think it would have ended so quickly, but... as they say: za bigger zey are, za quicker zey finish, ohhoho~" She says in a more mocking French accent.

She waved Sachiko over. "Come come, its fine, let it bleed out..." she says, nodding down to the twitching beast. "It should be dead in but a moment~" She winked, before walking towards the elevators. "So, at least I know what happened to ma Cherri, not mistaken for ma chérie, though now I realize similarity, haha~" She giggled, laughing into the back of her left wrist, her right wrist propping up her left elbow, her hands still gripping the blades. "But now, we must head to the B3 level labs, as there is information I need to gather there~" She explained, before bowing to Sachi. "Mind if you do the honour of bringing me down with your ID?" Syn asked, her lovely bosom swaying as she leaned forwards, her head raised with a smile and a playful wink.

Like that, it was over... in less time than it took to eliminate those zombies, Synthia eliminated the obviously mutated Alpha and with nothing but a hatchet and knife! "H-how the fuck did you do that?!" She gasped. "I-I am not taking another step, till you -you answer me!" She demanded!

Sachiko Sasaki wrote:Like that, it was over... in less time than it took to eliminate those zombies, Synthia eliminated the obviously mutated Alpha and with nothing but a hatchet and knife! "H-how the fuck did you do that?!" She gasped. "I-I am not taking another step, till you -you answer me!" She demanded!

Syn batted her long lashes, raising her left brow as she shifted her hands to her hips and tapped her foot. "I... do not understand the question?" She began. "Did you not see? I just-" she began, using her left hand she revolved the kukri into a reverse grip again, and then mimicked dragging it across an imaginary person's neck. "-sliced its throat from ear to ear? There is not much to explain. Now," Syn then revolved the blade back upward, then tapped the flat edge against the elevator's doors, eliciting a metallic clang. "Shall we? Yes?" She asked nicely.

Synthia Evangela wrote:

Sachiko Sasaki wrote:Like that, it was over... in less time than it took to eliminate those zombies, Synthia eliminated the obviously mutated Alpha and with nothing but a hatchet and knife! "H-how the fuck did you do that?!" She gasped. "I-I am not taking another step, till you -you answer me!" She demanded!

Syn batted her long lashes, raising her left brow as she shifted her hands to her hips and tapped her foot. "I... do not understand the question?" She began. "Did you not see? I just-" she began, using her left hand she revolved the kukri into a reverse grip again, and then mimicked dragging it across an imaginary person's neck. "-sliced its throat from ear to ear? There is not much to explain. Now," Syn then revolved the blade back upward, then tapped the flat edge against the elevator's doors, eliciting a metallic clang. "Shall we? Yes?" She asked nicely.

"You-wha?" she stammered, before the Japanese woman sighed. "(Fuck...)" Sachi ran her hands through her pixie cut and spun around before letting it go. Okay, she's... a blond as they say, just... let it go and dont look a gift horse in the mouth... She told herself, sighing again and then frowned. When she reopened her lidded light brown eyes, she glared up at Synthia and then rose her left arm, pulling down her sleeve.



"I'm level 3, B3 is above my access restrictions, thanks to my boss. Only certain staff can access B3, and I'm not one of them." Sachi explained.

Synthia blinked at the chip, the lavender colour was indicative of Senior Staff, but from Sachiko's mouth, it appeared that Director Reika Sugimoto altered the permissions, and made most of her staff the equivalent of visitors or general staff amongst certain employees. How Japanese of them, to put that tier bullshit into the company's chip system... She thought, the woman puffing her cheeks, tapping her hip with her knife and her foot on the ground impatiently and with an irritated look. Her irritated glare directed not at Sachi, but the non-existent Director Sugimoto. "Sounds like Director Sugimoto will need to be removed from the head of your office, along with her head next we meet..." she harrumphed. "She has no right altering the staff bracelets! Its why we have them..." she sighed. Granted, she lost six of hers before her boss told her he'd staple it to her if it became a seventh time- especially given her level of clearance.

Synthia Evangela wrote:Synthia blinked at the chip, the lavender colour was indicative of Senior Staff, but from Sachiko's mouth, it appeared that Director Reika Sugimoto altered the permissions, and made most of her staff the equivalent of visitors or general staff amongst certain employees. How Japanese of them, to put that tier bullshit into the company's chip system... She thought, the woman puffing her cheeks, tapping her hip with her knife and her foot on the ground impatiently and with an irritated look. Her irritated glare directed not at Sachi, but the non-existent Director Sugimoto. "Sounds like Director Sugimoto will need to be removed from the head of your office, along with her head next we meet..." she harrumphed. "She has no right altering the staff bracelets! Its why we have them..." she sighed. Granted, she lost six of hers before her boss told her he'd staple it to her if it became a seventh time- especially given her level of clearance.

Sachi looked at the woman, equally irritated. "Please don't..." she sighed. "Either way, I guess we'll have to go down to administration, and see if someone's running about with a level four chip, because I can't even use my keycard to access B3, B3 is 'chip only' access." She explained.

Synthia sighed. "Non, I have a quicker idea~" She cooed, perking up a bit as she then walked over to the hunter, swinging the hammer side of her hatchet to the roof of its mouth, and slowly dragged the creature away from its pooling blood. Turning it to face the left side of the hall, Synthia hunkered down in front of it, setting her kukri down, and lifted the jaws open:



"Such sharp and pointy pretties~" She cooed, taking the hammer end of the hatchet, and began smacking the front teeth out! Fang after pointed fang dropped and clanged to the floor. "Stubborn teeth..." she groaned, dropping the hatchet and yanked on a pair of its front fangs which after some teasing, yanked free! Then, surprisingly, the beast shrieked!

"RAAAAAAAAWK!!" The creature's wide jaws descended over Syn's head, intending to remove it with its remaining lower fangs- when Syn slammed the fangs she had just removed into both of its large eyes! "Non! Stop that! You're dead, deal with it!" She spat into its humid throat as she pushed the fangs all the way through with her palms- piercing the brain.



The beast slumped down, saliva rolling out of its bloody jaws as Syn shook her head. "The poor thing, really." she sighed, before taking her hatchet and removing the final front fangs.

"Now, for the 'fun' part" she said with a sarcastic sigh, prying the jaws open with her axe, she looked down the jaws of the monster-



-and grabbing a hold of her kukri in one hand, climbed into the monster's throat on her belly! She grunted, pushing her 5'11, curvy framed body into creature's slimy, gaping throat!

"Mon Dieu... la puanteur est insupportable..." She complained, her voice echoing thanks to the propped jaws, her upper body completely vanished inside the Hunter's carcass, her wiggling hips and playfully kicking knees like a girl on the phone with her teenage crush jutting out from the front of the creature's slimy jaws.

"Just... a little... more~" Synthia hummed, wiggling her hips inside the throat, her deliciously plump derrière sliding into the gullet- her thick and shapely thighs forced together and the hatchet was dislodged letting the jaws fall onto the back of her thighs- the thing's lack of teeth save the sides of its mouth, protected her from being impaled.

The creature's stomach wiggled with movement on the sides, there was some struggling from the woman, but, Synthia, spreads her long, sexy legs, and shifted her weight, pulling her torso back with the aid of her strong core and trained hips, sitting on the tile, she drags herself slowly out of the creatures mouth, and with a-

"Huaaaaaaaaah!"

-gasp of air, Synthia, somewhat slick with saliva and sticky fluids, emerged once again! "C'était tellement serré et chaud, je ne le recommande pas, mais ... aussi je le fais~" She giggled, slinging the saliva off... a severed hand. She tossed the piece of bloody meat aside, and flapped her bracelet with its glowing red chip:



"Its why our Hunter friend was able to get through that security door. He ate Cherri, and thus my access pass. She should have tagged along, that is why you are still alive mon ami~" She winked at Sachi and slipped the bloodied bracelet onto her left wrist, pulling back the sleeve of her Hunter skinned leather jacket and around the black leather, open fingered arm glove. "Hmhmhm~" she hummed. "Fits like a glove~" She purrs, wriggling her fingers, collecting herself from the floor, grabbing and sheathing her blades upon standing up and patting herself off.

Synthia Evangela wrote:Synthia sighed. "Non, I have a quicker idea~" She cooed, perking up a bit as she then walked over to the hunter, swinging the hammer side of her hatchet to the roof of its mouth, and slowly dragged the creature away from its pooling blood. Turning it to face the left side of the hall, Synthia hunkered down in front of it, setting her kukri down, and lifted the jaws open:



"Such sharp and pointy pretties~" She cooed, taking the hammer end of the hatchet, and began smacking the front teeth out! Fang after pointed fang dropped and clanged to the floor. "Stubborn teeth..." she groaned, dropping the hatchet and yanked on a pair of its front fangs which after some teasing, yanked free! Then, surprisingly, the beast shrieked!

"RAAAAAAAAWK!!" The creature's wide jaws descended over Syn's head, intending to remove it with its remaining lower fangs- when Syn slammed the fangs she had just removed into both of its large eyes! "Non! Stop that! You're dead, deal with it!" She spat into its humid throat as she pushed the fangs all the way through with her palms- piercing the brain.



The beast slumped down, saliva rolling out of its bloody jaws as Syn shook her head. "The poor thing, really." she sighed, before taking her hatchet and removing the final front fangs.

"Now, for the 'fun' part" she said with a sarcastic sigh, prying the jaws open with her axe, she looked down the jaws of the monster-



-and grabbing a hold of her kukri in one hand, climbed into the monster's throat on her belly! She grunted, pushing her 5'11, curvy framed body into creature's slimy, gaping throat!

"Mon Dieu... la puanteur est insupportable..." She complained, her voice echoing thanks to the propped jaws, her upper body completely vanished inside the Hunter's carcass, her wiggling hips and playfully kicking knees like a girl on the phone with her teenage crush jutting out from the front of the creature's slimy jaws.

"Just... a little... more~" Synthia hummed, wiggling her hips inside the throat, her deliciously plump derrière sliding into the gullet- her thick and shapely thighs forced together and the hatchet was dislodged letting the jaws fall onto the back of her thighs- the thing's lack of teeth save the sides of its mouth, protected her from being impaled.

The creature's stomach wiggled with movement on the sides, there was some struggling from the woman, but, Synthia, spreads her long, sexy legs, and shifted her weight, pulling her torso back with the aid of her strong core and trained hips, sitting on the tile, she drags herself slowly out of the creatures mouth, and with a-

"Huaaaaaaaaah!"

-gasp of air, Synthia, somewhat slick with saliva and sticky fluids, emerged once again! "C'était tellement serré et chaud, je ne le recommande pas, mais ... aussi je le fais~" She giggled, slinging the saliva off... a severed hand. She tossed the piece of bloody meat aside, and flapped her bracelet with its glowing red chip:



"Its why our Hunter friend was able to get through that security door. He ate Cherri, and thus my access pass. She should have tagged along, that is why you are still alive mon ami~" She winked at Sachi and slipped the bloodied bracelet onto her left wrist, pulling back the sleeve of her Hunter skinned leather jacket and around the black leather, open fingered arm glove. "Hmhmhm~" she hummed. "Fits like a glove~" She purrs, wriggling her fingers, collecting herself from the floor, grabbing and sheathing her blades upon standing up and patting herself off.

Sachiko's jaws were agape as she stood in front of the woman. "Whyyyyyyyyyyy?!" She shuttered. "Why did you just do that?!" Sachi continued. "You just proved your blades can cut through this thing's flesh, why didn't you just cut its belly open! But no, you have to be... WEIRD and force feed yourself to it after some half assed dental job!!" she screamed hands gripping the sides of Sinthia's shoulders, shaking the woman before grimacing, peeling back her palms, she felt and saw the slimy saliva bridge between her hands and the woman's jacket and flapped her arms with disgust! "Ugh!"

Synthia batted her long lashes, folding her arms, and was tapping her foot impatiently as the woman exploded and ranted on her for her... eccentric behaviour. "I'm sorry, I figured you wouldn't want to see my assistant's mangled and shredded corpse spill out all over the place. Figured ya might lose your lunch, mon ami, so sorry for me being considerate!" She snapped back, back handing the woman's right arm with her left wrist, turning around to face the Lift again on the balls of her stiletto heels, and proceeded towards it. With the lift doors sliding open, she entered, and held out her long, sexy leather clad leg out to keep the door from closing, giving the woman a second chance to tag along.

Synthia Evangela wrote:Synthia batted her long lashes, folding her arms, and was tapping her foot impatiently as the woman exploded and ranted on her for her... eccentric behaviour. "I'm sorry, I figured you wouldn't want to see my assistant's mangled and shredded corpse spill out all over the place. Figured ya might lose your lunch, mon ami, so sorry for me being considerate!" She snapped back, back handing the woman's right arm with her left wrist, turning around to face the Lift again on the balls of her stiletto heels, and proceeded towards it. With the lift doors sliding open, she entered, and held out her long, sexy leather clad leg out to keep the door from closing, giving the woman a second chance to tag along.

"W-wha?!" She gasped, and turned to the woman as she went on ahead. Now she's making me feel like I'm the bad guy here?! What is wrong with this woman!?

Sachi stood there, stammering and shaking in place before sighing. "(Damn it!)" She spat in Japanese, and hurried her way into the lift, before turning to the woman. "Okay, I need to ask something else so don't take it as an offense..." She began, as she glanced over to the woman wearily. "Your accent... you keep switching it."

Sachiko Sasaki wrote:

Synthia Evangela wrote:Synthia batted her long lashes, folding her arms, and was tapping her foot impatiently as the woman exploded and ranted on her for her... eccentric behaviour. "I'm sorry, I figured you wouldn't want to see my assistant's mangled and shredded corpse spill out all over the place. Figured ya might lose your lunch, mon ami, so sorry for me being considerate!" She snapped back, back handing the woman's right arm with her left wrist, turning around to face the Lift again on the balls of her stiletto heels, and proceeded towards it. With the lift doors sliding open, she entered, and held out her long, sexy leather clad leg out to keep the door from closing, giving the woman a second chance to tag along.

"W-wha?!" She gasped, and turned to the woman as she went on ahead. Now she's making me feel like I'm the bad guy here?! What is wrong with this woman!?

Sachi stood there, stammering and shaking in place before sighing. "(Damn it!)" She spat in Japanese, and hurried her way into the lift, before turning to the woman. "Okay, I need to ask something else so don't take it as an offense..." She began, as she glanced over to the woman wearily. "Your accent... you keep switching it."

"Ah, bien, bien! You chose wisely, mon ami~" Commented Synthia, as she removed her foot from the door to allow her companion entry. As the lift began to descend... Sachi asked her the most curious of questions. She blinked, glancing down at her kukri, admiring her face reflected back. "Sachi, ma'dear, there are two types of people. Those on top, and those beneath them, ya'hear?" She suddenly spoke in a more southern drawl. "And as far as those persons on top remain so, they can do as well as they Goddamn please. So if ya'll got a problem with the way's I'm speakin'..." she then turned to Sachiko with a very, lidded glare. Her golden like eyes seemed to gleam maliciously as she dropped all accents:

"...you can file a complaint to my Kukri. Do I make myself clear, Ms. Sachiko Sasaki? You wouldn't dare complain to 'HR' here, non?" She asked the woman as she approached her. Synthia was tall, very tall... and practically loomed over the Asian woman who had a problem with the way she spoke. "Well... does my accent bother you now, Ms. Sasaki? (Does it?)" She asked in Japanese in the end, the blade gently sliding beside Sachi's face, the blade barely touching the woman's already short bangs and both could see a couple of hairs drifting away from its razor sharp edge!

Synthia Evangela wrote:

Sachiko Sasaki wrote:

Synthia Evangela wrote:Synthia batted her long lashes, folding her arms, and was tapping her foot impatiently as the woman exploded and ranted on her for her... eccentric behaviour. "I'm sorry, I figured you wouldn't want to see my assistant's mangled and shredded corpse spill out all over the place. Figured ya might lose your lunch, mon ami, so sorry for me being considerate!" She snapped back, back handing the woman's right arm with her left wrist, turning around to face the Lift again on the balls of her stiletto heels, and proceeded towards it. With the lift doors sliding open, she entered, and held out her long, sexy leather clad leg out to keep the door from closing, giving the woman a second chance to tag along.

"W-wha?!" She gasped, and turned to the woman as she went on ahead. Now she's making me feel like I'm the bad guy here?! What is wrong with this woman!?

Sachi stood there, stammering and shaking in place before sighing. "(Damn it!)" She spat in Japanese, and hurried her way into the lift, before turning to the woman. "Okay, I need to ask something else so don't take it as an offense..." She began, as she glanced over to the woman wearily. "Your accent... you keep switching it."

"Ah, bien, bien! You chose wisely, mon ami~" Commented Synthia, as she removed her foot from the door to allow her companion entry. As the lift began to descend... Sachi asked her the most curious of questions. She blinked, glancing down at her kukri, admiring her face reflected back. "Sachi, ma'dear, there are two types of people. Those on top, and those beneath them, ya'hear?" She suddenly spoke in a more southern drawl. "And as far as those persons on top remain so, they can do as well as they Goddamn please. So if ya'll got a problem with the way's I'm speakin'..." she then turned to Sachiko with a very, lidded glare. Her golden like eyes seemed to gleam maliciously as she dropped all accents:

"...you can file a complaint to my Kukri. Do I make myself clear, Ms. Sachiko Sasaki? You wouldn't dare complain to 'HR' here, non?" She asked the woman as she approached her. Synthia was tall, very tall... and practically loomed over the Asian woman who had a problem with the way she spoke. "Well... does my accent bother you now, Ms. Sasaki? (Does it?)" She asked in Japanese in the end, the blade gently sliding beside Sachi's face, the blade barely touching the woman's already short bangs and both could see a couple of hairs drifting away from its razor sharp edge!

Sachi felt ice cold terror creep into her body as the woman looked over her spoke near perfect Japanese and then dropped any sort of accent in her voice. The feeling of the kukri’s keen blade against the nape of her neck didn’t help matters either.

Gulping, Sachiko’s wavering and watery eyes dared not to look away from the Director’s mad, beautifully Mad eyes! “…n-no. Wh-what y-you say g-g-g-goes!” Cried the woman, blood dripping down her neck as the keen blade rubbed against her sensitive flesh! “F-Forgive me mam! P-please, m-m-madam director! I’m sorry!!” Cried Sachiko!