Lester and his team combed through the remnants of the police station, their footsteps echoing in the hollow corridors. Each room they entered held only the ghosts of what once was, dust motes dancing in the dim light. They scoured desks, opened cabinets, and searched under debris, but time and again, their efforts yielded nothing but frustration.
Frederick kicked a piece of rubble, frustration etched on his face. "This is pointless. We've searched every corner of this place. How are we supposed to find anything useful?"
Williams, scanning the dimly lit hallway, finally turned to Lester. "We should use the glass again. It might help us track that woman or even find something we missed. If she was here, she could have left a trace."
Lester considered it, glancing at the faces of his team. They all looked worn but resolute. "Alright, let's do it. But if we use the glass, we need to focus on what we're looking for. This time, let's not get distracted."
As they gathered around Lester, one of the team members, Jason, piped up. "Maybe we should start outside the police station. If she escaped, she might have left clues in the streets or surrounding buildings."
Lester nodded slowly, weighing the suggestion. "That's a valid point, Jason. If we're going to use the glass, we can do it on the move. We can scan the area as we head out."
Frederick sighed, reluctantly agreeing. "Fine. Let's see what the glass can reveal. But if we're going outside, we need to stay vigilant. This place may be clear for now, but we never know when the zombies will return."
Lester activated the glass device, its faint blue glow illuminating their faces. "Okay, let's see what we can find."
As the images flickered to life, they peered into the past, hoping for a glimmer of insight. The station transformed around them, revealing glimpses of frantic officers battling the chaos of the outbreak. Lester's heart raced as he concentrated, searching for any sign of the woman or clues about the Nemesis files.
But the images only showed what had already happened. Frustration mounted again as they watched scenes of desperation, but nothing that could guide them now. He felt the weight of his team's expectations pressing down on him.
"This isn't working," Williams muttered, eyes narrowing as he continued to scan the images. "We need something more concrete."
Suddenly, the glass flickered again, and Lester's breath caught in his throat. He saw a flash of a figure moving swiftly through the shadows, but before he could focus, it vanished, lost in the chaos of the past.
"Did you see that?" Lester exclaimed, adrenaline coursing through him. "There was someone there! We need to find out where that was."
Frederick straightened, determination setting his jaw. "Let's move, then. We can't waste any more time here. If she left any trace outside, we'll find it."
With a sense of renewed purpose, they exited the police station, stepping into the dim light of the street. The air was thick with tension, and the distant sounds of groans echoed through the alleys. They formed a tight formation, weapons ready, as they began their search for clues in the labyrinth of Raccoon City.
As the team gathered around Lester, the dim light from the glass illuminated their faces, casting flickering shadows on the cracked walls of the police station. Lester activated the device, its faint blue glow pulsing as images began to materialize.
"Let's see if we can find her," he said, a sense of urgency in his voice.
The screen flickered before stabilizing, revealing the interior of the station. Suddenly, there she was—moving fluidly through the hallway, weapon drawn, her movements precise and controlled. The team watched in awe as she dispatched a zombie with a clean shot, barely breaking her stride.
"Look at that," Frederick whispered, his eyes wide. "She's a damn pro."
Lester nodded, his focus unwavering. "Her training is top-notch. No hesitation."
They followed her as she maneuvered through the chaos, dodging and firing with an ease that suggested years of experience. The glass revealed every detail: the way she assessed her surroundings, the calm determination in her eyes. She was a force, moving through the waves of undead like a dancer among shadows.
Williams leaned closer to the glass, excitement bubbling beneath his surface. "She's like a machine. Her aim, her timing—she's not just surviving; she's hunting."
As another zombie lunged at her, she sidestepped with agility, pivoting effortlessly to take it down before it could reach her. The efficiency of her movements left the team momentarily speechless.
"Damn," Williams muttered, shaking his head in disbelief. "Her parents didn't waste any time training her."
Frederick clenched his fists, a mixture of admiration and concern etching his features. "If she's this good, we need to be careful. She won't hesitate to take us down if she sees us as a threat."
Lester's mind raced with the implications. "We need to stick to the shadows. If we engage her, it could lead to unnecessary conflict. Our focus is the mission, not chasing after a ghost."
Just then, the glass displayed her firing at another group of zombies, effortlessly clearing the path as she moved deeper into the station. Her determination was palpable, a testament to her relentless pursuit of something—whatever it was, it was clear she had a purpose.
"Let's keep following her," Lester said, his voice steady despite the whirlwind of thoughts in his mind. "We might learn more about what she's after."
As they continued to observe, the team felt a growing sense of urgency. The woman was more than just another survivor; she was a potential ally—or a formidable opponent in the dangerous game they were all playing.
The team continued to track the woman through the glass, their breaths held in anticipation as they watched her navigate the chaos of the police station. With each calculated movement, it became increasingly clear that she wasn't just trying to survive—she was after something specific.
"Look," Lester said, pointing at the screen as she ducked into an office. "She's searching for something. It has to be the Nemesis files. Just like us."
The team exchanged glances, realization dawning on them. Williams leaned forward, his excitement tempered by concern. "If she's after the same intel, we can't let her find it first."
Frederick nodded, his expression serious. "We need to follow her. This could be the lead we've been waiting for."
They watched as she moved swiftly, clearing out zombies with deadly precision, until she finally reached a back exit. The glass flickered, and they could see her hesitate for a brief moment, scanning the area outside. Then, in a flash, she bolted from the station, disappearing into the shadows beyond the entrance.
"Damn it!" Lester growled as the device's screen faded to black. "It stopped working."
"Of course it would," Williams said, frustration creeping into his voice. "We lost her."
Ali, who had been quietly observing, spoke up. "We can't just give up. We need to cover more ground. What if she heads to another location? We should split up and search for her. Two teams might find her faster."
Lester considered this for a moment, weighing the risks against the potential rewards. "Alright. We'll split into two groups. Ali, you take Frederick and head north toward the old library. There could be intel there. Williams and I will check the southern sector. We'll meet back here in an hour."
Frederick nodded, his determination returning. "If she's as skilled as she seems, we need to find her before she gets too far ahead."
"Be careful," Lester warned, meeting each of their gazes with intensity. "We don't know what she's capable of or if she's working alone. Stay sharp."
With their plan in place, the team split up, adrenaline surging as they ventured into the darkness of the station, each group hoping to uncover the truth behind the woman's motives and the elusive Nemesis files.
As they moved into the shadows, the stakes felt higher than ever. They were not just searching for information; they were racing against a formidable rival.
After nearly thirty minutes of searching, Ali's voice crackled through the comms. "Lester, I've got eyes on her. She's heading toward the old church, just beyond the graveyard. Looks like she's got a purpose."
Lester halted immediately, signaling the others to stop. "You're sure it's her?" he asked, tension clear in his voice.
"Positive," Ali replied, his voice low. "She's moving quickly, like she knows exactly where she's going."
Lester frowned, considering the next step. "What do you want me to do?" Ali asked.
"Don't engage," Lester ordered firmly. "Stay hidden and keep a safe distance. We're heading your way. Do not let her see you, and don't take any risks."
"Copy that," Ali answered. "I'll keep an eye on her. But whatever she's after, we might lose our chance if we wait too long."
Lester turned to Williams, his expression hard. "We need to move. She's not just wandering—there's something about that church. We can't afford to let her get ahead."
Williams nodded, his grip tightening around his weapon. "Let's go."
As they picked up the pace, the tension mounted. The woman was on a mission, and now it was a race not only to reach her but to uncover what she was after before it was too late.