The room was dark and only dimly lit by the buttons and monitors that adorned the main console. Sitting in the chair in front of the machine, watching the events play out on the television, was a tall, lean man, his eyes gleaming opaque, intent and focused. The screen the man was watching, the largest and center-most, was playing a live feed of everything happening inside Kijuju's volcano.
Chris Redfield and Sheva Alomar, two B.S.A.A. operatives, stood on a rock ledge protruding from the lava, staring at the wreckage of the downed plane. From beneath the debris, Chris' long time nemesis, Albert Wesker emerged, scarred and shirtless. Standing atop the plane's leftovers, he preached to them about his plans to become a god, to rule in a world of superhumans. As if to assert his almighty role, Wesker thrusts his fist into the Uroboros containment tank and absorbed the parasite.
In the dark room, the man's glowing eyes flickered and a frown filled his face. That's very out of character, he thought to himself.
Wesker mutated rapidly and attacked Chris and Sheva. Uroboros increased his strength exponentially, but vastly diminished his agility. Chasing after him with a plodding persistance, Wesker separated Chris from his partner. Preoccupied, Wesker couldn't defend himself from Sheva. She fired upon him with everything she had until Wesker couldn't handle it anymore.
"Damn you!" he cried as he left across the fiery pit to dispatch Sheva. He hulked after her all around the volcano, until she got back together with Chris. Despite their numbers, Wesker had backed them into a stadium shaped rock platform. He flung his mutated arms around wildly as Chris and Sheva danced around him.
Perhaps Uroboros was too strong, the man in the dark wondered, watching silently. Perhaps there was a mistake in his calculations. No, everything was planned out perfectly from the beginning, there were no mistakes. Even if Uroboros was more powerful than predicted, he had learned a long time ago that Chris Redfield was not one to be underestimated.
After rounds and rounds being pumped into him, Wesker finally staggered backwards, falling into the molten lava. Chris and Sheva barely had enough time to catch their breath when a helicopter appeared, hovering over the volcano. They climbed the rope ladder it dropped down to meet with Jill Valentine and Captain Stone, Chris and Sheva's respective partners.
How lovely, a heart warming family reunion, thought the man in the dark. His eyes glowed bright as he observed the scene. The day was saved, another bio-terrorist plot prevented by the B.S.A.A. He chuckled at this thought, but his face quickly morphed back into its usual cold stare.
Just as Jill was commenting on everything finally being over, Wesker came back for his final scare. He stretched out his Uroboros appendages from the lava and latched on to their helicopter. Roaring at the top of his lungs, he tugged, trying desperately to pull his nemesis to a fiery end with him. Chris and Sheva grabbed two R.P.G.s from the helicopter's stock and fired at the monstrosity hindering their flight. Two direct hits, the explosions tore him apart instantly, his wirey limbs releasing the chopper, sinking into the molten fire, dissolving as the Uroboros was no longer alive to protect him from the impossible heat.
Chris, Sheva, Jill and Captain Stone all shared a sigh of relief as they flew off into the sunset. In the dark room, the monitor flickered off and Albert Wesker sat up out of his chair, a slight smirk on his face.
"All according to plan."