Same Team: Prologue

Edited by: Naoko Suki


"The fuck you doin' man?" shouted an angered, African and rather fat man spinning in his swivel chair. His anger was direct to the Caucasian man beside him with black hair.

"What? You told me to shoot, so I'm shootin' damnit!"

"I told you to shoot the fucking zombie, not me; your partner!"

"God damn man, calm down and use a green herb. You'll be fine you baby!"

"We're out of herbs you fucking idiot!"

"Shit man, enough of the F-bombs! Be happy she even lets us play this shit here!" This man was another man sitting beside them all, another Caucasian with brown hair; just watching the other two fight.

Albert Wesker could hardly contain rolling his eyes behind his steel dark goggles. He sat at the other end of the office, wishing it was bigger; not used to working with such primal humans. His current position was not liked by himself. He survived the volcano incident only to land himself here. His body was badly burned, hiding almost all of it completely under his clothes. The worst was that he had to hide his face. Across the right most part of his forehead and all down the right side of his face had become mangled and scarred. It seemed as though Uroboros had retracted his head down into its shell before the second rocket could reach dead center of his head. He was extremely fortunate to even be breathing, but it was taking much too long for his body to recover. But he was patient; estimating for it to be completely healed within 6 months.

A bandanna wrapped securely around his face made it so everything was hidden extremely well, the goggles he wore big enough to cover part of his forehead too. No one asked any questions as to why he wore such a getup once he pointed to his forehead, a scar peeking its way out from the top of his eye accessory. Just a battle scar he was ashamed to show. Humans were too easy to fish sympathy from.

So what is Albert Wesker doing now? Working as always. He needs to make his way back up to his old position in science. It was quite the difficult task to get trusted again as a new person, since he's reported dead. Manipulate and pay his way back up. He also had to ditch the whole black-leather look, and dress more casual. A blue shirt that had a few buttons near the top and jeans. He would have never thought of the day his body would wear such rags again. He hated hiding in this God forsaken place, -TerraSave - and hated these humans he has to work with; his team mates.

The African man was apparently a 'Computer Mater', whatever kind of title that is. He was introduced as it, and that his nickname was 3. Three. He said he never had a real name, and didn't really care. The black haired man is Ace Morgenstem, him being the 'weapons master'. The brown haired man's name was Connor Diego, but people only referred to him by his last name. He was the teams' medical assistant. None of them are above him, yet he had still not met with his employer. She was on a quick leave of absence when he joined up three weeks ago, being told she'd be back soon. In fact, today.

He was only annoyed by the three other imbeciles across from him, picking up that they were playing some zombie game based on the Raccoon City incident that took place almost 10 years ago. He was able to hear what was going on, and knew that the story wasn't completely correct.

Their office was on the 13th floor of the TerraSave building in New York. There were five desks occupying the room since their certain team was small. A flat screen sat against a wall with a dusty-fingerprinted Wii sitting just below the TV on its stand. The couch that joined it was small and worn, definitely too many breaks were taken, coffee stains were spotted all over it just further proving his theory.

"Yo, Watson!" Wesker's head slowly rose towards the voice that called him from the group of three. He had taken upon the name of Aaron Watson. A very simple name change. Not too conspicuous, right?

"Yes?" he now had to daily interact like a commoner, keeping up the act of being 'nice'. To attain and maintain their trust was quite bothersome.

"You finally get to meet 'n greet the boss today. You must be excited as well that we can stop sittin' on our asses like monkeys and get into some real action!" Diego shouted and Ace wacked his arm in agreement to his statement.

"Yeah babe! Damn! I finally killed da' fuckin' boss! Hahaa! Only took me four damned tries!" Blurted Three, the two others promptly told him to 'shut up'.

"Oh, so fuckin' rude! But the boss will really be back today? Maybe I can finally use my brains to hack or somethin'!" Three shouted after his concentration finally left the screen.

"Oh!" Ace looked and fiddles with his phone, "Elvis says she's entered the building!" Elvis being the front lobby guard. "Quickly turn off the games and make some coffee, and get back to your desks!" The two stood from the couch and went back to their desks and Three just wheeled backwards until he reached his.

Wesker didn't move and inch, since he was and had been planted at his desk all day. Although he did close and remove any trace of what he was actually working on right away. The sound footsteps that followed the elevator's 'bing' notified him that she was almost here. Not much traffic happened on this floor, so many rooms, but only one in use. The door opened and a large sigh was heard as the person walked through the door. He thanked himself that his face was covered as it was, since his face showed more surprise than it should have. Why didn't he know it was her? The woman was dressed in a red shirt, black tight jeans and black boots. Her usual ponytail sways as she walked, and her grin was almost identical to her dear brothers. Claire Redfield had returned, and he now worked under her.

"Welcome back Boss!"


Okay, I'm serious now, do you want me to continue this, or just forget about it's existence? Let me know! ^_^