[u][b]Derek C. Simmons, Red Queen Control Terminal[/b][/u]
Huddled in the Red Queen's control terminal, Room 100, a mortified Derek Clifford Simmons surveyed the situation via the numerous feeds provided to him by the AI. How could this be happening to him? How could this top secret facility have been compromised, its initial wave of defenses crushed and its inner sanctum penetrated? How could the head of The Family find himself in such a precarious position? He allowed himself a moment to consider just how such a thing would not have happened had Ada Wong still been at his side, surely she would have taken care of the situation, but it was a brief flash of panic, nothing more. Soon he got a grip on himself and got to work.

Derek Simmons would escape this situation on his own and further prove himself as the only man worthy of Ada Wong's love. He would bring order to the world, this was but a trifle, he was still in control. He still held the result of the facility's research, the one and only pure, undiluted sample of the C-Virus and all its potential. He was in a highly secured room that was impossible to breach from the outside, safely locked with three special keys spread across the underground laboratory, and in control of the artificial intelligence that ran the entire installation. Yes, the intruders were in his grasp. Now what might he do about them...

[u][b]SE Commandos, Group A[/b][/u]
Unknown to Hampus, he was the first man heading down the Sacrificial Pit. The bottom of the area was used as a testing ground for Bio-Organic Weapons, pitting them in battle against other BOWs, armed prisoners and the like. The elevated catwalk was not the regular access, rather, it was an observation point from where a researcher could personally examine the results of their creations. The massive pit made escape for the vast majority of the creatures impossible to begin with and there would usually be highly trained and well equipped soldiers ready and waiting at the bottom to prevent any potential outbreaks. Of course, they were not present at the time.

As soon as the entire squadron entered, a reinforced shutter slammed shut behind them and alarms began to blare. It didn't take a genius to know that no good could come out of that. The ladder Hampus was descending began to ascend in turn, retracting into the catwalk to make it harder for creatures to climb up. Hampus could either drop down, if he was close enough to the floor, or just hang on and ride it to the top. Of course, the mutations released by Simmons did not need any help to reach those heights. From the bottom, half a dozen [url=http://i.imgur.com/PfXhak5.jpg]bird-like figures[/url] emerged. As large as a man, with a strange lizard-like head, these creatures took to the air with nary a noise.

Mesets, they were called, a name derived from the Serbian word for moon. Crow-like mutations, a potential second stage of the J'avo, humans infected with the C-Virus through direct administration. Wicked and deceptively intelligent, their prefered method of attack was grabbing and dropping prey from high altitudes while they were distracted. As soon as they were released they flew towards the SE group, separating and flying in evasive patterns to avoid any damage as they swooped their targets in the catwalk, seeking to grab them in order to drop them into the pit below. Even if they didn't succeed, their talons were razor sharp and would leave a mark.

[u][b]UMMA Strike Team[/b][/u]
For this group of intruders, Simmons hesitated. Whatever he could send topside after the first wave of defenses would be easily dealt with, leftovers kept behind for research purposes. Activating the emergency lockdown would lower special security gates over all access points at the top of the Looking Glass shaft, slowing the intruders down but further limiting any kind of threat he could send the invaders' way, not to mention leaving him trapped in the building until outside assistance arrived. Finally, he settled. The innermost sanctum could not be compromised anymore. And he knew of one creature he could send their way...he would have to prepare it.

With a sigh, he pressed the Emergency Lockdown button, clearing the action with the Red Queen. Though the groups within the Looking Glass would see no difference, those topside would suddenly find the facility had become much harder to invade. Reinforced shutters and heavy gates slammed shut one after the other, blocking access points and hindering key points of the facility. It was designed so nothing could get in or out without resorting to very heavy artillery or using Neo-Umbrella access codes available only to a select few.