Resident Evil: Projekt
"We would like to retain a certain level of anonymous process while performing this operation, but we all know that to say such a thing would limit us in too many ways." spoke the man on the intercom. "So, that is why we ask you to, through due process, try, without limiting yourself, to remain anonymous. It is a simple request of the board. And we don't want to disappoint the board, do we?"
A loud cheer rose up from the men and women in their cublicles on Floor 3 Section B. Applause came and went in this small section of the building, along with the usual gossip that followed Umbrella's latest developments.
"And so, I realized that here is good." said an employee to his co-worker. "I'd rather be here than in an Arklay lab." The employee's co-worker chuckled, then turned back to the document he had been reading.
CONFIDENTIAL
Attn: CEO Rupert Goldblum
Date: July 4, 1998 12:30
Dear Justin,
Happy Holidays! I just wanted to thank you for supporting my campaign in Raccoon City during the month of June. It may not have gone so well without your help. That new guy Wesker's a jerk, isn't he? He actually got the rest of the board into believing that I am a transvestite. He has been assigned to cover up the incident at the Spencer Estate, so I'd say we are about even. How is your son? I have not seen him in months. You and Beth should come over for dinner sometime. Well, thanks again and enjoy the cigars.
Umbrella Board.
Umbrella Inc.
Justin looked in the envelope again. There were no cigars. Disappointed, he toyed with the letter before dropping it in the paper shredder. "This should not be happening." he thought to himself.
"Justin!" called the co-worker, leaning over Justin's cubicle wall. "C'mon, it's lunch. Let's get the hell out of here!"
Justin looked back once more at the empty envelope on his desk before running out into the hall and into the elevator. He stood patiently for several seconds, waiting for the re-assuring 'ding' that came when the elevator arrived. It came, and he proceeded to enter.
They ate at Wendy's and discussed home life and politics.
"No, no, no. That's all bullshit. See, the system is rigged to work against the common man. You need to think for yourself. Casting your vote now would be pointless." spoke Justin's friend. "You, uh, going to finish your burger?"
Justin's hands flew up expressing ample opportunity for his friend to pick at his food. "I dunno, Elliot. Maybe I care too much. I think Toller can provide for this country, but then he could just take advantage of us."
"I don't care what people say, I'm not voting for a nigger. He'll kill the economy." replied Justin's friend. "And what our country needs now more than ever is stability."
Justin looked over at the television screen suspended from the ceiling. The reporter was frantically describing an incident with the police department resulting in the death of several civilians. The report changed to a woman trapped in a burning building. Justin eventually lost interest and returned to his fries and drink.