Raiden infiltrated the facility, keeping his wits as sharp as his sword. (To wit, extremely sharp. The high-frequency blade cut cleaner than even the finest of Samurai swords, i.e., katana, the legendary Oriental weapons forged in Japan.) Intelligence indicated that the laboratory, located beneath the streets of a major American city, secretly and illegally conducted research into biological WMDs (weapons of mass destruction). The BSAA (Bioterrorism Security Assessment Alliance) contracted with MSC (Maverick Security Consulting, Inc., Raiden's employers) to dismantle the operation.
"Boris, we're dealing with some serious creeps, aren't we?" Raiden grunted over his Codec.
"Da, real parazity. Be careful."
"Always. Kev, what do we know about their security measures?"
"Intel doesn't say what kinds of systems they have in place. Be prepared to face cyborgs or UGs (Unmanned Gears), though. With the amount of money these guys pull in annually, no telling what they might have in store."
"Understood. Doktor, any idea what they're up to here?"
"Nein. Nasty work, to be sure. But as you know, my expertise is of a more … artificial nature, ja?"
"Yeah, yeah, all too well. Courtney, anything else I should know about?"
"If you're asking about the local cuisine …"
"Maybe later would be a better time, got it. Raiden, out."
Raiden darted through the endless complex of corridors and passageways, lost in a labyrinth of hallways. Tucking his sword between his bicep and forearm after dispatching a patrol, Raiden wiped away the blood while reassessing his AR (Augmented Reality) virtual maps. "I feel like a rat caught in a maze."
"Indeed you are, Raiden. Indeed. You. Are."
Raiden's HF (high-frequency) blade rang out, pointed in the direction of the voice. Materializing out of the shadows, a man, impeccably dressed and wearing dark shades malapropos for usage indoors, approached Raiden.
"And who the hell are you?" Raiden growled.
"Wait a second, I recognize that dude," said Kevin. "That's Albert Wesker, the bio-terrorist behind Tricell!"
"Wesker? But didn't he die years ago?"
"Die? Clearly, Chris has been telling tall tales."
"They never did find a body," Raiden conceded, adopting a fighting stance. "But only because the corpse would've been swallowed up by lava."
"A trifle. Uroboros adapts under even the most hostile of environmental conditions. After escaping to the sea, I fed off the oceanic wildlife, reconstituting myself. Then it was a simple matter of swimming to shore."
"That's insane," Raiden grated.
"Raiden, be careful." Doktor's voice grew low. "That man not only fueled the illegal trade of 'BOWs' (Bio-Organic Weapons), he infected himself with a potent, unknown viral strain which radically altered his DNA (deoxyribonucleic acid) and granted him superhuman powers equal to a top-of-the-line combat cyborg."
"What you're saying is, this guy's a maniac, and he'll take me out if I'm not careful."
"A maniac? Raiden, I'm disappointed. Surely you of all people understand the madness of this world, and why it compels me to act as I do. If I were to achieve my aims, I could save humanity from itself."
"Yeah, right. An Umbrella lackey like you, save humanity? Give me a break."
"Umbrella." Wesker chuckled, shaking his head. "I am no longer Spencer's puppet. I have revived Umbrella as something greater. I have created Shin Neo Umbrella."
