Wesker awoke in a river south of the ruins where Spencer Mansion once stood. He choked on the water that had filled his lungs; finding himself on his back, facing the sky and trees above. He thrashed around in the realization of where he was. His arm was caught between two boulders which had anchored him from completely drowning. He staggered and slipped several times around the bedrock, finally pulling his bloodied arm, free which he held in the other carefully. He looked behind him artlessly and saw the rising smoke that was off in the distance. It was the familiar resonance of death... His attention was soon turned to a deep throbbing within his arm and in his head. He felt sick. His arm was shattered and that unfamiliar throbbing that he couldn't place...With horror, he realized it was pain.

"What has happened?" he whispered under his breath. People were running past him suddenly, coming out of the woods. They were wearing gas masks, armed with m16s. The throbbing heightened, pounded in his skull as his vision began to bounce.

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They had him in a cell of unbreakable glass. Umbrella had made it of course. It was the only thing that kept him in that room. There were no chairs, not even a table so he sat on the floor, against the wall. His head was spinning slightly but in no way would he reveal his condition. No.. not to anyone... especially not to Chris. "that annoying little brat.." he thought. A voice came over the intercom as the tinted glass faded away, revealing that same familiar face he had seen only years ago. After all... who else would it be.

"Wesker."

"That is my name..."

"No games, Wesker. We brought you here for a reason."

"And that might be?"

"The T-Virus has spread to central Africa. Where we are now."

"Indeed? How unfortunate..."

"Shut up!" he stammered. Chris was already losing his patience. He was holding himself back by a thread.

Wesker still felt the spinning of the room slightly increase as his hidden anxiety heightened .

The lights were bright without his sunglasses.

"I need to know what your little experiments have been! And i'm willing to wait here to find out."

"Well, then, i'm afraid you'll be waiting for quite a while then. I have no reason to relay any of my interests to you."

The intercom went dead and the glass was blackened once again. The door swung open as Chris angrily marched in. Obviously fed up, he took Wesker by the collar and threw him up against the wall where Wesker careless threw him against the other in retaliation. His vision doubled for a moment, only to miss the coming fist entering his view. He was put against the wall once more. Chris had his forearm crushing his neck. Angry for everything Wesker had ever done.

"why aren't you fighting back.." he gritted. "hmm? What's the matter!"

Wesker could feel that throbbing he had felt in the river returning.

"Feeling dizzy are we?" Chris suddenly grinned.

A look of shock and pain was displayed on Wesker's face. He was dropped.

"We got a sample of the injection Birkin gave you... it's unstable over a long period of time."

"I got to say.. it would have been a bitch getting you to Africa if you weren't already unconscious when we found you in that river."

Wesker looked up at Chris reproachfully with his still orange eyes. It was that look he seldom saw behind those dim glasses. The look that described how much Wesker detested Chris. How much he wanted to snap his neck if given the chance. He suddenly smiled which made Chris uneasy.

"Fine." he said simply. "It seems you have put an enormous amount of time into ruining my life already... Tell me what you know."

"I can't trust you."

"No...You certainly cannot."

There was a paused and a silent understanding between the two.

"The injection revives all dead and decaying cells in the body for a lengthy period of time. But soon the virus is overcome by a steady stream of altered white bloodcells that counteract with the virus' effects. Causing the body's genetic makeup to react chaotically."

"I appreciate you're trying to be scientific, Chris, but it's just not working for me."

"You want the bottom line? You're going to die if you don't receive a certain vaccination i happen to have. ...And if you don't, it'll be a painful, downward spiral without it."

There was another silence.

"You seem to think i am a fan of self-preservation, Chris."

"You are. Which is why you're going to tell me everything you know."

"Am I?"

"Yes."

Wesker looked straight into space for the moment. Chris after a moment's pause was about to leave when he suddenly spoke.

"There was a man i once knew named Seig. Russian origin. You wouldn't be familiar with him. He ordered a weapons cache of the finished T and G Viruses to be moved and stored in two hidden Umbrella stations with in South Africa. One of those cache's was never received at its intended destination."

"why?"

"If we knew, we wouldn't have this problem would we. Its intention was to strategically begin placing the weaponized viruses across the globe once they were perfected. Several prototypes were distributed ahead of time as a safeguard."

"any idea where we can find your friend?"

"His corpse should be freely available to you from where i left it."

"any idea where the caches are?"

"The stolen cache was lost along CapeTown by the ports. It was raided by a group of militia men. The other should be stored deep within a compound somewhere within Zimbabwe."

"Do you know anything else?"

"I know many things. But believe it or not, making your life difficult is not on the top of my agenda. So don't flatter yourself."