bursts of gunfire from three m-16s shatter our ears.  and a ceiling vent. wesker and the others jump down into.
wesker, alone in the strange, faceted corridor, packs away his radio. he hears.  footsteps. jill appears.
down in the corridor, the other troopers see.  . faintly in the dusty reaches of the dark.  agile shapes advancing.  not along the floor, but along the ceiling! they look like apes, swinging from.  what could they be swinging from? the ceiling is solid metal.
wesker, jill and the others spit lead at the advancing creatures. bullets thunk into their bodies. blood flows, but the creatures seem to feel no pain. even when they're hit squarely in their skulls.
the multi-faceted corridor twists into a new configuration with the rumble of an "eight" on the richter.
close on: ada's face.