Wesker's Report II
Young eighteen year old Albert Wesker looked out of the window as the Maverick that was carrying him, a helicopter settled onto the mansion's helipad. From the air and the ground, the mansion looked completely ordinary. During the night, well, that was a different story. Albert sniffed the air uneasily as he climbed out of the chopper. He could smell the stench that had been whirred around by the blades of the helicopter. He looked over at his young friend, William Birkin who had also came to the mansion with him. Birkin was looking over a research report.
"William, get your face out of that paper and look here." Birkin looked up and grinned.
"It's really interesting Albert. It's about some of the stuff that the Spencers have been researching over the years. Stuff about the Ebola Virus..."
"Interesting. Let's go."
Wesker and Birkin had bee assigned to the facility two days earlier because the training center that Birkin and Wesker had belonged to had mysteriously closed down the same day they were assigned to the mansion. Wesker pondered this slightly.
"William, do you think that there's something weird going on?" asked Wesker uneasily as people from inside the mansion began to appear from the interior, striding towards the chopper. Birkin was still reading.
"...No...not really." Wesker sighed, giving up.
"Maybe another time William." Birkin did not hear him.
This was either carefully planned, or just a coincidence probably. Wesker knew some of the tricks Spencer had up his sleeve. Besides, only he would know.
"Albert," said Birkin, "This is the Arclay Laboratory where Spencer is working on his "T-Virus" research."
"T-Virus?" repeated Wesker.
"Yeah. I guess we'll find out more about it once we arrive." Wesker turned to see a man waiting at the lift.
"He's probably waiting for us William," gestured Wesker to the man. Birkin went out of his trance.
"Let's go." They began to walk to the Laboratory Manager. They reached the lift.
"Hello. Mr. Spencer is waiting for you two." Birkin and Wesker nodded, and stepped into the lift. The Manager put in a password, and then the lift began to descend into the complex.
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Wesker stepped out of the lift, and began to follow, with Birkin, the Lab Manager. He reached an elevator, and pressed a button. The elevator came down, and then he came into some kind of hallway. He began to tell them something.
"We plan to get this elevator relocated into the catacombs so there isn't a very direct route to the lab, in case of trespassers and such. Too little security on the upper levels." Wesker nodded, and then the Lab Manager stopped in front of a door that held the Spencer Emblem. He took the knocker and knocked twice. The door opened, and a man was revealed.
"Mr. Spencer, these two are Albert Wesker, and William Birkin as you requested."
The man smiled, and welcomed them in.
"Hello my boys. Would you like something to drink?" William put up his hand.
"Do you have some tea?"
Spencer smiled.
"Of course Mr. Birkin."
"Thank you Sir." Spencer poured the cup and talked to Wesker.
"And Mr. Wesker?"
"Wesker, is fine. Some hard whiskey, if you may." Spencer grinned.
"How old are you, Wesker?"
"...18."
Spencer laughed, and then poured him some whiskey from the cabinets in the tiny office.
"Now, you two have realized that you'll be working here for a while, no?" Wesker and Birkin both nodded.
"Well, I'd like you to be my Chief Researchers. I'll give you all the Labs, and full authority down in the Labs and up here on the Upper Levels of the mansion. How does that sound?"
Birkin's mouth dropped wide open, and Wesker continued to drink his whiskey.
"All of it Sir?"
Spencer smiled.
"Yes, every single corner. I want you to research not your own topics though, my own topics. For instance, my soon to be known as 'T- Virus'."
"Sir, what is that?" asked Wesker, putting his empty glass on the table. Spencer hesitated.
"My...Laboratory Manager will brief you before you start."
"Sir, isn't he the manager though?"
"Well...I'm demoting him to Assistant Researcher. Anything else?"
"Mr. Spencer, where will we be staying?" Spencer got two keys from his desk.
"In the residence. Wesker, you're in room 002. Birkin, you're in room 001. Inside the residence is another person, named Mitchell Thom. He's a guest researcher here from one of Africa's Umbrella Labs."
"Umbrella?" asked Birkin. Spencer laughed again.
"My, My, Mr. Birkin, you're full of questions aren't you?"
Birkin flushed.
"Call me William."
"Alright William. Now, shall my Laboratory Manager show you to your rooms?" Wesker nodded, and Birkin, still blushing nodded too.
"Alright then. See you tomorrow."
Wesker got up and left the room. Birkin shook hands, and followed.
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Well, it's the first chapter. Hope you all liked it, R&R!
Young eighteen year old Albert Wesker looked out of the window as the Maverick that was carrying him, a helicopter settled onto the mansion's helipad. From the air and the ground, the mansion looked completely ordinary. During the night, well, that was a different story. Albert sniffed the air uneasily as he climbed out of the chopper. He could smell the stench that had been whirred around by the blades of the helicopter. He looked over at his young friend, William Birkin who had also came to the mansion with him. Birkin was looking over a research report.
"William, get your face out of that paper and look here." Birkin looked up and grinned.
"It's really interesting Albert. It's about some of the stuff that the Spencers have been researching over the years. Stuff about the Ebola Virus..."
"Interesting. Let's go."
Wesker and Birkin had bee assigned to the facility two days earlier because the training center that Birkin and Wesker had belonged to had mysteriously closed down the same day they were assigned to the mansion. Wesker pondered this slightly.
"William, do you think that there's something weird going on?" asked Wesker uneasily as people from inside the mansion began to appear from the interior, striding towards the chopper. Birkin was still reading.
"...No...not really." Wesker sighed, giving up.
"Maybe another time William." Birkin did not hear him.
This was either carefully planned, or just a coincidence probably. Wesker knew some of the tricks Spencer had up his sleeve. Besides, only he would know.
"Albert," said Birkin, "This is the Arclay Laboratory where Spencer is working on his "T-Virus" research."
"T-Virus?" repeated Wesker.
"Yeah. I guess we'll find out more about it once we arrive." Wesker turned to see a man waiting at the lift.
"He's probably waiting for us William," gestured Wesker to the man. Birkin went out of his trance.
"Let's go." They began to walk to the Laboratory Manager. They reached the lift.
"Hello. Mr. Spencer is waiting for you two." Birkin and Wesker nodded, and stepped into the lift. The Manager put in a password, and then the lift began to descend into the complex.
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Wesker stepped out of the lift, and began to follow, with Birkin, the Lab Manager. He reached an elevator, and pressed a button. The elevator came down, and then he came into some kind of hallway. He began to tell them something.
"We plan to get this elevator relocated into the catacombs so there isn't a very direct route to the lab, in case of trespassers and such. Too little security on the upper levels." Wesker nodded, and then the Lab Manager stopped in front of a door that held the Spencer Emblem. He took the knocker and knocked twice. The door opened, and a man was revealed.
"Mr. Spencer, these two are Albert Wesker, and William Birkin as you requested."
The man smiled, and welcomed them in.
"Hello my boys. Would you like something to drink?" William put up his hand.
"Do you have some tea?"
Spencer smiled.
"Of course Mr. Birkin."
"Thank you Sir." Spencer poured the cup and talked to Wesker.
"And Mr. Wesker?"
"Wesker, is fine. Some hard whiskey, if you may." Spencer grinned.
"How old are you, Wesker?"
"...18."
Spencer laughed, and then poured him some whiskey from the cabinets in the tiny office.
"Now, you two have realized that you'll be working here for a while, no?" Wesker and Birkin both nodded.
"Well, I'd like you to be my Chief Researchers. I'll give you all the Labs, and full authority down in the Labs and up here on the Upper Levels of the mansion. How does that sound?"
Birkin's mouth dropped wide open, and Wesker continued to drink his whiskey.
"All of it Sir?"
Spencer smiled.
"Yes, every single corner. I want you to research not your own topics though, my own topics. For instance, my soon to be known as 'T- Virus'."
"Sir, what is that?" asked Wesker, putting his empty glass on the table. Spencer hesitated.
"My...Laboratory Manager will brief you before you start."
"Sir, isn't he the manager though?"
"Well...I'm demoting him to Assistant Researcher. Anything else?"
"Mr. Spencer, where will we be staying?" Spencer got two keys from his desk.
"In the residence. Wesker, you're in room 002. Birkin, you're in room 001. Inside the residence is another person, named Mitchell Thom. He's a guest researcher here from one of Africa's Umbrella Labs."
"Umbrella?" asked Birkin. Spencer laughed again.
"My, My, Mr. Birkin, you're full of questions aren't you?"
Birkin flushed.
"Call me William."
"Alright William. Now, shall my Laboratory Manager show you to your rooms?" Wesker nodded, and Birkin, still blushing nodded too.
"Alright then. See you tomorrow."
Wesker got up and left the room. Birkin shook hands, and followed.
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Well, it's the first chapter. Hope you all liked it, R&R!