Standard Procedure

"Please discard all hazardous material before proceeding..."

The message blinked on and off in red lights, as if urging Ada to comply. Beneath it was a compartment of sorts, and beside it, a thick metal door, just waiting to give her access.

This mission had been nothing but a pain.

She'd crossed the streets of Raccoon City, as the world seemed to crumble within the span of a few hours. She'd trudged through the ruins of the police station, and crept through the dank and filthy sewers, all while evading and killing biological horrors beyond her comprehension. All to reach this place, this moment...

Umbrella's NEST. The facility deep beneath the city, where all this had started. Behind those doors was a sample of the G-Virus. Grab that, and she could finally leave this hellhole... But this door, and message, stood in her path.

It took a moment for her to process what "hazardous materials" she could be carrying... And then it dawned on her...

Her dress. The little red cocktail dress she'd been wearing. Coated in infected blood, dirt, and god knows what else. Ada hesitated... Then sighed, reaching for the strap behind her.

"Sure. NOW Umbrella cares about security and hygiene."

She dropped the garment into the compartment, now standing in her black lingerie. She waited expectantly, tapped her fingers...

"Please discard all hazardous material before proceeding..." The security system insisted again, the flashing text somehow implying impatience. Ada opened her mouth. Surely, that didn't mean...

Her knife! That had blood on it. She placed it in the compartment.

"Please discard all hazardous material before proceeding..."

Her guns. Medicinal herbs, and any miscellaneous keys or supplies needed to get this far. It still wasn't enough! She threw in her heels, which surely had blood on them. Her stockings.

"Please discard all haza--"

"Fine! You want them? Take them!" Having reached the conclusion she'd been so desperate to avoid, the took off her bra and panties, then thew them into the compartment, alongside... Everything she had. She stood there, huffing, her arms drawn over her bare figure.

"Well?!" She demanded, as if addressing an obstinate guard, and not an automatic system. A scanner shone over her body, blinding her briefly, before the screen gave her a response.

"Please stand at an upright posture, with legs placed evenly, and arms at your sides."

Ada stared at the screen incredulously, as if any minute now, the system would laugh the request off as a joke and permit her entry. When it was clear that automated message wasn't intimidated by her glare...

Ada stood upright, arms at her sides, head angled in scornful shame. The light returned, causing her to squint as it scanned her dirty figure. Her little Asian breasts, her toned stomach, her generous hips...

"If I find out that there's a SINGLE living person behind this door..." Ada muttered.