[The man in the video is sitting on the ground, leaning against a wall in the catacombs. There are voices in the background, sounds of people gathering their belongings to move back to the world above. He doesn't have much with him, just the notebook and the blanket he's sitting on, since his knife is safely hidden in his belt behind his back. His bare, tattooed arms are covered in cuts and rope-burns, but since it's been over a day now, he's cleaned off the blood as best he could given the circumstances. They are slowly beginning to heal, and in the process have gone from stinging mostly to itching uncomfortably, so that every now and then, he reaches over and briefly rubs the skin next to one of them, to distract himself from the sensation.]

[But for now, his attention's focused on the notebook, as he's trying to figure out the severely outdated, by his world's standards technology.]

Since it looks like we're finally getting a break... My name's Daniel Zhu, I only arrived here a while ago. Anybody mind filling me in what's going on here? I got the basics. Now I'm still waiting for the explanations.

[Oh, yeah. He has figured it out enough to attach a fake name, corresponding his story, to the post. Operative and all.]

[OKAY. GONNA TRY AND BE AN ADULT HERE. You know, that thing Johnny is terrible at being? Yes. But he wants to be useful. Also, he's bored.]

Um, anyone need help with anythin'? Things are pretty wrecked, an' all things considered, I'm in okay shape after all that, so I can like... Clean stuff or lift stuff or whatever. I'm pretty strong, ya know.

[AWKWARD PAUSE GOES HERE. After looking unsure of what to say after a few moments, he pipes up again.]

So does shit like this happen often here? All-out battles an' attacks 'n' shit? Cuz if so, maybe we should start preparing for when they do find out we're still here.

What a very unfortunate turn of events.

[ Whatever room Wesker is in, it's very dark, and hard to tell where in the underground compound he's hiding out in. It's almost impossible to see him, except for a vague outline. Wesker moves a bit, and soon, the lights turn on, his back facing the camera.

It's obvious where he is, now. The infirmary. He's pulling a syringe out of his arm, but it's not his medication; it appears to be full of his own blood. Capping the needle and swabbing his arm with an alcohol swab real quick, he lowers his own sleeve, not even bothering to put a bandage on it; it's just going to heal on its own, after all. ]

I'm rather interested in these 'Masked' I've read about. Their recent attack was very bold. I believe it is time to retaliate... don't you?

[ Wesker places the vial of his blood into a specialized container marked with a biohazard symbol, and faces the screen. ]

Where might I find a science laboratory? If they wish to fight on such a scale, I will be more than happy to oblige them.

[When the all clear goes up to return to the surface, the first thing Luffy does is look around to see if the food stores and restaurants are okay. Hey, he's got to make sure his food supply is still around. Some of the stores are all right, some aren't. He'll continue wandering around the city just to see how bad some of the conditions are, maybe dropping by the housing to see how his room is (that being his actual room, not the apartment he's staying with Ace in).]

[Later on, he finally turns on his notebook, fiddling with it until he assumes it's recording.] So, is it normal to have all that stuff around here? The bombs and the gas and those weird mask guys? 'Cause they sure seemed pissed at you guys.

[The feed clicks on but it doesn't seem intentional, at least you'd hope it's not intentional because why the heck is Equius shirtless?]

[WELL, I will tell you why! Because he seems to be working on something, I mean, just look at all that glistening nice sheet metal he has piled up in this room. And there's just a huge pile of broken up robots and other machines on his other side. There seem to be a few bent pieces of metal near him as well, though they appear to be purposely bent so, in more rounded shapes. These shapes match the almost hive like hull Equius is walking towards. It's is a mostly rounded off looking cocoon shape, with a small opening that Equius could fit into if he wished to right now. Next to this strange device, is a long, horizontal tube, attached to a rather thick, intricate looking metal base. The tube and it's base are lifted off the ground enough that Equius can lay on his back and slide under it, which he does, after putting on some goggles and metal face mask, pulling on a rather thick looking leather chest guard, and starting up a soldering gun.]

[Soon after there some sparks seen from under the complex looking base of the tub. It is soon accompanied by some other metallic sounds, drilling, and an occasional curse word; something along the lines of "gosh darnit" or "goodness me". The computer seems to still be on, Equius might have accidentally activated the camera on it when he went to go check some digital blue prints. He doesn't notice, even as he slides back out from under the tube and inspects a small compartment on the side of the base, kneeling, and taking his mask and leather guard off.]

Dangit...

Looks like moving out of transport housing when I did was one of my better decisions.

[ Deadpan as ever. Yeah, guess who's looking at the apartment complex right now. Almost everything is bombed to hell. Except for his own single apartment further away from the Hold which is pretty damn cool. ]

Though I have to wonder if that was caused by the bombs or another type of explosive. Or maybe a chain reaction.

[ You know who you are. And if this is your fault, kid, Adam hopes you're happy now, you asked for it. ]

Anyway, do we have a status report? Not like I'm expecting an official one anytime soon, given the levels of competence and efficiency we're working with here.


[ Private and 98% unhackable, for Bunny Barnaby. ]

How's it look? The precinct-to-be still standing?

[ There's a notable pause. ]

Should probably get a move on, given the chaos. It's a breeding ground for more.