Author's Note: Will keep it simple. This story takes place a day after the end of RE: Retribution. There are some more mature themes. Wesker/Alice but without the fluff.
The meeting was over. Jill Valentine had proved herself extremely valuable with the Red Queen's security protocols and how to bypass them. Except for her still long blonde hair, she was dressed in dark blue cargo pants, white shirt and black boots. She was the first to leave the room, her mind already planning how to infiltrate the Hive's security system.
Chris and Claire Redfield conferred briefly with Jill before they took several maps with them. Wesker smirked at the lingering glances the male sibling threw Miss Valentine. Not that she seemed terribly interested in anyone. They were tasked with figuring out how to transport a small team from the White House back to Raccoon City. Or what was left of it after the nuclear explosion. Whether it was luck or some strange coincidence, the Hive had remained mostly undamaged by the devastation.
Leon Kennedy and Ada Wong left without comment or even looking at each other. Mr Kennedy would help Miss Wong with whatever she needed to do before the mission. And he highly doubted anything they did do would be about the mission. It was sickening that they still hoped for some magical reprieve.
Then there was Alice. She was always the last to leave. Never turning her back to him fully or letting her guard down. His head jerked sharply to the left. Painful knots twisted in his gut. Just thinking about her caused the virus to rumble inside of him.
Of course she was a useful tool. He had no intention of allowing her to keep her gift after the destruction of the Red Queen. There was no point in saving humanity if he was not to rule it. The rest were sheep. Obedient sheep but sheep nonetheless. Absentmindely he tapped his fingers on the desk. Another jerk tightened his neck. He bared his teeth in pain. There were too few people for him to eat one. There had to be another way.
Alice.
Alice was the key. He could create a pretense of needing her... just her. A small bite. A mouthful of blood. His mouth salivated just thinking about the rich warmth that would fill him. Re-energizing him. Giving him control.
Yes, Alice would do nicely...
