Chapter One
Negative Space
Wesker was chewing on a pen cap as if it were a piece of raw meat. It wasn't rare to find him like this. Sitting at his desk, chewing on pen caps, and starring absently at a piece of paper. Planning. In fact, that's what the majority of his life was occupied with now. Planning. Deep into his twisted thoughts he roamed, attempting to find something worth scribbling down on that taunting blank paper. In truth, he was getting absolutely nowhere. And it frustrated him to no end. He was actually thinking about just completely giving up, then-
"Allllberttttt!" Rang a feminine voice. Then the sound of a door opening.
"Hello, Jean." Wesker said casually without even looking up to confirm who had walked in.
In walked a young, petite woman. Mid twenties. She was wearing black cargo pants and a tight black shirt. Her brown hair fell a few inches below her shoulders. A handgun was safely holstered at her side. Her combat boots made a pounding sound everytime she took a step.
"I've got something I think you might want, Wesky." Jean slammed something down on Wesker's desk, causing him to finally look up. He gazed at it for a moment, calculating in his mind why she had this in her possession. He came up short. A large syringe containing thin purple liquid was staring at him right in the face.
"Where did you get this and why do you have it?" He asked in his usual cold tone. His sunglasses concealed his eyes, but Jean could tell from a mile away that he glaring at her with question and hint of anger. But she played it cool.
"It's the real sample of the Las Plagas," She stated, looking quite proud of herself. "That sneaky bitch, Ada, gave you the wrong sample and I stole the real one."
Wesker looked amused. "And how did you know that Ada had the real one all along?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Jean thought he'd notice by now. "The experiments that involve fusing the T-Virus and the Las Plagas are giving the same exact results over and over again. Failure. There must be something wrong with one of them. And we sure as hell know that nothing's wrong with the T-Virus. So I did a little detective work and it lead me straight to Ada. I went her house and broke into the place while she was out. Sure enough, I found what was missing from the experiments." She smiled at her accomplishment. She was relieved that she actually did something right for once. Wesker chuckled.
"What's so funny?" Jean's defenses rose.
"Nothing." His face slowly grew to it's cold normalcy. "I was aware that you hated Ada, but I didn't think you'd go that far. But still, I must thank and congratulate you. Things should be running much more smoothly now."
"Well, then." Jean crossed her arms over her chest. "Your welcome."
"I must inform Ms. Wong of this... disappointment." Wesker punched several numbers on a phone next to his desk then held it to his ear. She heard faint ringing. "Hello? Ada?" His tone got fierce. Jean detected inaudible mumbles from the other end of the phone. "I don't care what you're doing. I need to speak to you immediately. Get over here now! " Wesker angrily hung up the phone. He turned to Jean. "I suggest you leave this room when Ada gets here."
Jean gulped. "Yes sir."
There was a few moments of silence after that. Wesker turned his attention back to his pen cap chewing and planning. All that came out of him were a few grumbles of frustration from lack of good ideas. Jean finally broke the silence with a question that was burning inside of her. She just needed to know:
"Do you ever miss me?"
Wesker's head shot up in surprise. He didn't say anything, but just kept staring at her through his sunglasses. She tried to see past them to detect any emotion at all, but failed.
"Every night," He finally replied, as calm as ever.
"I loved you."
"I know." Wesker said before their awkward conversation was interrupted by a door opening and high heels clanging on a metal floor.
Ada glared at Jean as she entered, the two women wanting to rip each other apart like cannibals.
"Hello, Ada. Jean was just leaving." Wesker said.
Jean got the cue and left them alone. Wesker removed his sunglasses as Ada sat down. The yellow-red orbs glowing viciously at her.
"What's this about, Wesker?" Ada asked, crossing her legs.
He leaned over closer to her in his chair. "Did you take me for a fool?" He asked coldly, doing a damn good job at intimidating her.
"What ever are you talking about?" She put on her poker face.
"You know what I'm talking about. The sample."
"What about it?"
"It seems as though you've betrayed me, Ada." He leaned back. "You thought you did a pretty good job at keeping the real sample from me, huh?"
Ada shifted uncomfortably in her seat, but her voice still came out strong. "I don't know what you mean."
"Stop playing dumb with me, I can see right through you." Wesker's voice raised a notch. "You gave me a false sample and one of our other spies found the real one in your house."
"Oh, really?" Ada tried to act surprised, but it came crashing down on her. "Who found it?"
"It's classified."
"Forget it, I know who it was."
"Oh, do you?"
"Yes, in fact, I do. And I also know that she can get you some information on the location of the remaining S.T.A.R.S."
Wesker caught interest, at the mention of S.T.A.R.S. he didn't really care about the sample anymore. "How is that?"
Ada smiled on the inside. "From what I know, Jean used to date Leon Kennedy when they were seniors in high school. And Leon is working together with the leftover S.T.A.R.S."
Wesker gave a grin. He had finally found his idea that has been tugging and nipping at him.
He dialed a number on his phone. "Jean? Get over here."
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