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Seeing Claire fall silent, Allen couldn't help but smile faintly. He didn't say anything about it. Instead, he calmly turned back to his work and began laying out the materials needed to create the vaccine—green herbs, several thick roots from red plants, and a selection of chemical compounds he had prepared earlier. The familiar medicinal scent of crushed herbs slowly filled the room, mixing with the sterile smell of the lab.
Seeing how focused Allen was, Claire slipped off her jacket and stepped closer to him.
"Allen… do you need any help?" she asked after a moment.
She didn't want to just stand there doing nothing. She wanted to be useful.
Allen glanced at her, then nodded.
"Oh, sure," he said casually. "Here—grind these two plants until they're completely crushed. Make them into a fine powder."
He handed her a small mortar and pestle along with the herbs. Claire took them carefully, a little surprised by how easily he trusted her, and of course, she was happy to be able to help. She nodded and got to work, grinding the plants down as instructed.
Allen watched her for a brief second, then returned to preparing the rest of the mixture.
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Meanwhile, outside the lab, Sienna noticed Ada and Svetlana stepping out together. She immediately moved toward them, her tone sharp with concern.
"Hey—where are you two going?" Sienna asked as she closed the distance.
Ada and Svetlana stopped and turned to face her. Ada stepped closer, instinctively lowering her voice. "Svetlana and I are going after Dr. William," she whispered. "He's still somewhere in the hospital's underground area."
Sienna's eyes widened slightly. "Are you serious? That's dangerous—especially with just the two of you."
Svetlana let out a confident scoff, rolling her shoulders as if warming up before a fight. "Relax," she said, lightly cracking her knuckles. "You're forgetting I'm here. Besides, I want to test my strength anyway."
"That's not what I meant…" Sienna replied, clearly unconvinced. Seeing that stopping the two of them was practically impossible, she let out a quiet breath and made her decision. "If that's the case, I'm coming with you. Someone has to make sure you both come back alive."
Ada studied Sienna for a brief moment, then shrugged indifferently. "Hmm. Fine. Do whatever you want."
"Alright, wait here for a moment," Sienna said. "I need to talk to my captain first."
She stepped into a nearby room and contacted her team, then spoke face-to-face with Jertingham, explaining the situation in short, precise terms. After a brief exchange, permission was granted—though the warning was clear: proceed with extreme caution.
Moments later, Sienna returned, tightening her grip on her weapon. "Okay," she said firmly. "I've got the green light. Let's move."
Without another word, the three women headed deeper into the hospital. Their footsteps echoed through the dark corridor as they descended toward the underground levels—toward the place where Dr. William was waiting.
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Meanwhile, after Claire finished grinding the ingredients, she handed them to Allen.
"Is this… fine enough?" Claire asked as she offered him the powdered materials.
Allen stepped closer to check her work.
"Yeah, this is fine enough. Thanks," he said as he took the ingredients from her hands.
"You're welcome," Claire replied with a small smile, her eyes lingering on Allen's face for a moment.
Allen then carried the prepared materials to an automated dissolving and mixing machine inside the lab. After placing the ingredients inside, he moved to the nearby computer and activated the system. Claire watched the mixing process with clear fascination, impressed by how the advanced machine operated smoothly and efficiently.
"Alright, now we just need to wait a few hours for the antivirus to be completed," Allen said calmly.
"A few hours?" Claire asked, worry creeping into her voice. "Won't that be a problem for them? What if they turn into monsters before the antivirus is ready?"
"Don't worry about that," Allen replied as he picked up several vials filled with a green liquid. "I already prepared inhibitors earlier. They'll slow down the virus's progression, giving us enough time until the antivirus is finished."
As he spoke, Allen carefully filled several syringes with the green solution. Once he was done, he prepared to head into the next room to check on the injured members of Echo Six and USS Delta.
"Do you want to come with me?" Allen asked.
"Of course," Claire replied without hesitation, following closely behind him.
After that, Allen entered the adjacent room. Inside, several people were resting—some sitting, others eating and drinking to recover their strength.
"Hey, those of you who are injured, come here so I can check your wounds," Allen said as he stepped in, carrying several medical tools.
"Sir Allen, is the antivirus ready yet?" H.U.N.K asked bluntly, getting straight to the point.
"Not yet. It'll take a few more hours," Allen replied. "But you don't need to worry. I've already prepared inhibitors for you. They'll slow the infection, giving you enough time until the antivirus is finished."
"Hm. I understand. Thank you, sir," H.U.N.K said. He then ordered his subordinates to gather so Allen could examine their injuries.
Jettingham approached as well, bringing his team with him. Allen immediately got to work—examining their wounds, stitching them up quickly and efficiently, then injecting the inhibitor to prevent the infection from worsening.
Watching Allen treat the injured so calmly and decisively, Claire couldn't help but feel impressed. The way he helped people without hesitation, and the care he showed toward everyone, made her heart race slightly.
After he finished treating the wounded, Allen straightened up.
"Alright, for now, don't move around too much. You don't want to make your injuries worse," he said.
"Thank you, sir, for helping us," Jettingham said sincerely.
"You're welcome," Allen replied. "By the way, may I know your name?"
"Ah, of course. My name is Crispin Jettingham," he said. "These are my team members—Erez Morris, Lawrence Kimbala, Marissa Ronson, and Caroline Floyd."
Allen nodded as he listened. He was already familiar with Caroline, though at the moment, she was pretending as if this was their first meeting.
"Nice to meet you all," Allen said. "By the way, where's Sienna? I don't see her here."
"Oh? Are you looking for your girlfriend, handsome?" Marissa teased with a playful grin. She seemed a little interested in Allen—and perhaps a bit jealous of Sienna for having such a good-looking boyfriend.
"Sienna is checking the surrounding area. Right now, she's with your other two women," she added mischievously.
"Hm, I see. Alright then," Allen replied with a nod, not looking too worried. After all, the three of them were more than capable of dealing with Dr. William if needed.
"I'm H.U.N.K," the masked man said. "I'm sorry, but I can't share my real identity. These are my subordinates," he added, introducing them one by one using their code names.
Allen nodded. "That's fine. No problem at all. I'll head back to the other room now. You can continue resting here."
They nodded in response, and Allen then left the room together with Claire, returning to the adjacent area.
Allen opened the refrigerator and found a few cans of soda and some food inside.
"Claire, catch," he said lightly as he tossed a soda toward her.
"Thanks," Claire replied, catching it easily before popping the tab open.
After that, Allen sat down on the sofa, letting himself relax while waiting for the vaccine to finish processing. The tension that had followed him for hours slowly eased from his shoulders.
Seeing him sitting there so calmly, Claire walked over and sat down beside him—close enough that their arms nearly touched. After a brief moment of hesitation, she gently leaned her head against his shoulder. The long night had drained her completely, and being this close to him made her feel safe.
Allen felt her weight rest against him and glanced down slightly, a faint smile forming on his lips. He didn't pull away. Instead, he remained still, allowing her to rest. The quiet between them wasn't awkward—it was comforting, filled with unspoken warmth as they waited together, side by side, for the vaccine to be completed.
"Allen… after we get out of this city, could you help me contact Chris?" Claire asked softly. There was a quiet hope in her voice.
She hesitated for a moment before continuing. "I just want to make sure he's okay."
She knew the bracelet she wore could be used as a tracking device—and even as a communication tool. She could contact Chris right now if she wanted to. But she was afraid. Afraid that if she did, Chris might abandon his mission and rush straight into Raccoon City just to look for her.
"Hm… of course," Allen replied, nodding calmly.
"Thank you, Allen," Claire said with a gentle smile. "For everything."
She was thinking about how he had protected her all this time—how he never complained, even when she got angry or snapped at him more than once.
"Yeah, yeah. Don't worry about it," Allen replied lightly as he closed his eyes. The exhaustion from the long night was finally catching up to him, and he just wanted to rest for a moment.
Claire turned her gaze toward his face. Seeing him like this—calm, vulnerable, and so close—made her heart start pounding uncontrollably. Almost without realizing it, she leaned closer, her face slowly drawing nearer to his.
Then, gently—hesitantly—she pressed her lips to his.
Allen's eyes opened immediately in surprise. He understood what was happening in an instant—but instead of pulling away, he relaxed. His hand moved instinctively, and he returned the kiss, responding to her warmth without hesitation.
For a brief moment, the world around them seemed to fade away, leaving only the quiet room, the steady rhythm of their breathing, and the unspoken feelings they could no longer ignore.
Claire's hands began to move, trying to remove the clothes Allen was wearing. She clearly seemed impatient.
However, Allen stopped her gently.
"Are you sure?" Allen asked as he held Claire's hands, warm and soft in his grasp.
Claire slowly nodded, her face flushed red.
"Yes… I'm sure," she said quietly.
At that point, there was no turning back—and she didn't want to let go of Allen anymore or keep hiding the feelings she had been holding in for so long.
Hearing her answer, Allen leaned in and kissed her again, this time with far more intensity. Claire responded just as eagerly, and the kiss quickly deepened as Allen began to use his tongue, pulling her closer to him.
Allen carefully stripped away the layers of clothing from Claire's body, peeling off her top and shorts until she was left in nothing but her sheer black panties.
This allowed him to take in the full view of her alluring, curvaceous form, her skin smooth and inviting under the soft bedroom light.
Her small nipples stood out prominently, already stiffened into firm peaks that drew his gaze like magnets, signaling her growing arousal.
"So, no bra, huh?" Allen murmured with a teasing lilt in his voice, his eyes sparkling with mischief as he pulled the tank top over her head, discovering she'd been bare-chested beneath it all along, her breasts bouncing free with the motion.
Without hesitation, his palms enveloped her breasts, squeezing and massaging the soft mounds with firm, rhythmic pressure that made her flesh yield under his touch.
He dipped his head lower, his warm tongue tracing lazy circles around one nipple before he took it into his mouth, sucking greedily while his teeth grazed the sensitive tip just enough to send sparks through her.
He lavished the same attention on the other side, alternating between licks and deep pulls, his hands never stopping their kneading as her chest heaved with quickening breaths.
"Shut up, and stop teasing me like that... ughhh," Claire grumbled, her palm connecting with a light smack against his chest in playful resistance, though her body betrayed her words by leaning into his caresses. Emboldened, she reached for his pants, her fingers working the button and zipper with urgent tugs until she could pull out his throbbing cock, rigid and straining from the buildup of tension.
Of course, the sight left Claire stunned, her eyes locking onto the impressive length and girth—it dwarfed her own arm in thickness, veins bulging along its shaft, the swollen head flushed and leaking a bead of pre-cum that made it glisten.
"Ahhh, is this really going to fit?" Claire whispered, her voice laced with a shy flush as heat crept up her neck, her hand tentatively stroking the base where her fingers couldn't quite meet around it.
"Don't worry, it'll slide right in," Allen replied reassuringly, his tone confident and soothing as he lifted her lithe body effortlessly into his arms, cradling her against him while he strode to the bed. He lowered her onto the mattress with care, then hooked his fingers into the edges of her black panties, easing them down her hips and legs in a deliberate slide that exposed her bare, glistening pussy to the air.
Once the damp fabric was discarded, Allen settled between her thighs, parting them wider with his strong hands. He leaned in close, his breath hot against her folds before his tongue extended to lap at her slowly, starting from the bottom of her slit and dragging upward in long, flat strokes that savored her tangy wetness. He delved deeper, his lips sealing around her clit to suck gently while his tongue flicked and probed, exploring every inch of her sensitive core with patient, teasing precision.
This intimate assault had Claire squeezing her eyes shut, her head tilting back against the pillows as deep, throaty moans escaped her lips, her hips bucking involuntarily to chase the building pleasure. Waves of ecstasy rippled through her, her fingers tangling in the sheets as she surrendered to the sensations.
For a full fifteen minutes, Allen devoted himself to pleasuring her with his mouth, his tongue working tirelessly—circling her entrance, plunging inside to taste her depths, then returning to lavish her swollen clit with rapid flicks and firm presses. He hummed against her, the vibrations adding another layer of intensity, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her steady as she writhed beneath him.
Claire felt the pressure mounting inside her, a coiling tension that bordered on overwhelming. "Ahhh, Allen, I think something's about to come out," she gasped, her voice trembling with the edge of release, her body tensing in anticipation.
And sure enough, moments later, Claire's form convulsed wildly, her back arching off the bed as she squirted forcefully, a gush of clear fluid erupting from her pussy in powerful spurts that soaked Allen's chin and the sheets below. Undeterred, he kept his mouth pressed to her, his tongue lapping eagerly at the flood, swallowing down several mouthfuls of her sweet release while his lips continued to stimulate her through the aftershocks.
Claire panted heavily, her chest rising and falling in ragged bursts as she tried to regain her composure, her limbs limp and quivering from the intensity of her climax.