Here's my first Resident Evil fic. In this story, Wesker will interact with a character that is not from RE. It's your job as the reader to guess who he really is. There are clues
scattered throughout the story, but here's a little starter: Those well versed in zombie shooters should know who he is...
On with the fic!
The silver haired man reclined back in his chair. He signed in annoyance as he adjusted his glasses. He had been waiting for over an hour now.
The door slid open and another man ambled in, stopping right in front of the silver haired man. "Wesker."
He dug through the pockets of his overcoat, placing a vial and a computer disk on a desk. "Here they are, just as you requested."
Wesker rose from his chair and examined the vial. "Interesting, very interesting," he murmured. "And where did you say you got this from?"
The man grinned. "An old friend of mine."
Wesker put down the vial and picked up the disk. "What's this? I don't recall asking for data on-" He lowered his glasses and peered at the label. " '0000-M'," he finished.
"That's a present from me," replied the man. "I believe if you take that data and mix it with one of your Tyrant models, then you will have a force to be reckoned with."
Wesker inserted the data into a console. Data flashed up on the screen, detailing genetic manipulation codes. "Remarkable," Wesker breathed.
He swiveled around and faced the other man. "What do you require in payment?"
The man snorted. "Nothing. It's enough to see them put to better use than the soft fool I got them from," he said scathingly.
The man turned and headed towards the door.
"Wait," Wesker called out.
The man halted at the doorway. "Yes?"
Wesker's tone held a light amusement to it. "Shouldn't you do something about that limp?"
The man grunted and exited the room, letting the door hiss shut behind him.
Still clueless? Here's one more hint: This man has a certain air of mystery about him...
Review if you think you know who he is!