A/N: This is the series that I'm truly familiar with. I hope that this little piece won't disappoint. This story concerns the badassary that is Albert Wesker.
Disclaimer: I do not in any way own the Resident Evil series just the OC's I throw in for kicks. All © rights reserved to Capcom.
The room was a dimly lit shame of its former self. The surrounding area itself didn't look much better either. As a matter of fact the whole damned facility looked like it had suffered a major outbreak. Although that would not stop him from claiming what he had been sent to retrieve. Those were the thoughts that were in the mind of one Albert Wesker as he drew his Sig Sauer P250SD turning the tactical light attached to the gun on. He had recently been transferred from Umbrella's Research division to their Intelligence department, and this was his first assignment for the department. He would not fail.
He looked himself over quickly before he entered the once familiar building. He wore a reinforced black kevlar vest over a black dress shirt. He checked the black combat boots and clip holder at his waist. He did a double count of how many he had one him. Six. And with fifteen 9mm rounds each he figured he should be fine.
As he entered he remembered that the briefing had mentioned possible survivors. The documents and samples he was looking for would be a lot easier to find if he had a bit of help. Sure, he knew the facility front to back… about three years ago. He remembered the basic directions to specific areas of interest, but how much had this place changed in three years? Hopefully he could find a scientist with a high clearance level.
He walked across the dark lit receptions area. AAs he walked by he noticed signs of a struggle and blood on the ground. He took note of this, thinking of how it may have happened. As he did another quick sweep of the room he noticed a blood stained I.D. card. The name read Charles Beckmen lab technician. 'Could be useful.' He thought pocketing the card in his pitch black pants.
Fully satisfied with his search He left to check another area. Taking the white door on the right side of the reception desk he continued through the facility. The hallway he entered was dark and held the scent of death using the LED light attached to his gun Wesker illuminated a small area in front of him, acutely aware of a slight sound behind him. Turning sharply behind him Wesker came face to face with a carrier. It moaned and groggily came at him arms out stretched and teeth ready to bite. Wesker reacted quickly rolling away to left ending in a crouch and raising the gun. Taking careful aim he fired twice at the monster each shot hitting its mark dropping the carrier, two perfectly shaped bullet holes barely an inch apart protruding from its skull. Wesker did this all the while still managing to keep his shades perfectly in place on his head.
'Where there is one, there is always more.' He thought quickly scanning the hallway for anymore possible threats. Finding none he stopped and listened for anything out of the ordinary. He sat there listening for about a minute before he was satisfied that nothing would jump out a closet or something and try to kill him.
He had been walking for some time now and had encountered absolutely no resistance. He was sure he was at the center of the facility when he heard what sounded like a gunshot coming from where the hallway branched off to the right up ahead. Running full force ahead down the hallway to the right Wesker knew he had to do something. After all, he did need a guide. Hopefully a with a high clearance level.
"Stay back you horrible creature!" shouted a somewhat high-pitched male voice followed by rapid gunfire.
The noise, Wesker concluded was coming from a doorway down on his right. Running as fast as he could Wesker cocked his P250 and kicked the door open. He rushed inside to find, no shocker here a scientist, about five feet seven inches, wearing white clothes under a white lab coat holding a Walther P22 with a laser sight and extended barrel lying on the ground. 'Good gun, bad shot.' Wesker thought as he dropped the carrier in two shots. "Are you alright sir?" Wesker asked. Not that he cared, it was required.
"Oh dear god thank you so much! You must be from the rescue team!" The man said standing up. Wesker was about to tell him that there was no rescue team when the man said. "I'm Dr. Michael Blackwell, assistant lead researcher here."
'Excellent!' Wesker thought. "I'm very sorry to tell you this, but there is no rescue team. I'm here to retrieve some important documents and files. Spencer himself sent me."
"S-S-Spencer as in Ozwell E. Spencer?" Dr. Blackwell asked shocked and confused.
"Yes I was told to keep a look out for survivors such as yourself. I was also told to tell you that you are to assist me in any way you can. Now I'm with you being second in the chain of command you should have access to all areas of this facility, am I correct?" Wesker started bluntly.
"Yes I do, but there is one area that can only be opened by a retinal scan, thumb print analysis, and key card scan from both myself and the director. I'm guessing that is where you need to be." Dr. Blackwell said in a defeated tone.
"Why do you say it like that? If that is indeed the case we'll just have to find the director wont we?" Wesker said more than asked.
"Yes, but the only problem is that the director is dead. I saw it happen with my own eyes." The Doctor said.
The second Dr. Blackwell stopped talking a loud screech echoed throughout the room, causing the doctor to jump and Wesker to turn in the direction of the noise already in a kneeling position ready to fire. 'Eleven shots left in this mag, and if that is in fact what I think it is that won't be enough.' Wesker thought as a large red claw appeared at the bottom of the door. 'Damn It! Licker!' Wesker cursed to himself. "Dr. Blackwell Do you have any ammunition left on?"
"Yes four full clips worth."
"Good reload because you're going to need it." Wesker said as the lickers head came into view. Wesker fired four shots at the licker it quickly moved its head to dodge the first two, but was caught in the arm by the other two. "Fire!" Wesker yelled firing a round after round until he ran out.
Dr. Blackwell proved to be not quite as much of a chicken shit as Wesker had first thought him to be, because he expertly knelt down aimed his gun and planted three rounds in a triangular triple tap dead in the center of the lickers skull killing it instantly. "We're clear, it's dead." The scientist said in a monotonous voice. "I didn't catch your name by the way."
"Wesker saw slightly shocked had he just been played? "You didn't need my help at all earlier did you?" Wesker asked slightly relieved that he wasn't dealing with an amateur, but perturbed that he had not known that. "Who are you really?"
"Caught me. Well truthfully I will not disclose who I am until you prove to me that Ozwell actually sent you. Oh! I hope you enjoyed my little stuttering performance when you mentioned Ozwell's last name. Was I convincing?"
'He's defiantly far to laid back to be the director, but the way he keeps saying Spencer's name almost as if he knows the man well enough to be able to do so keeps telling me that he couldn't possibly be anybody else.' Wesker thought.
"You know, telling me your name might help your case some." The man said.
"It is commonly known that if you ask for someone's name it is only polite to introduce yourself first." Wesker said now mildly annoyed.
"Oh, but I already have. My name actually is Michael Blackwell." Michael said.
"Alright then if that is in fact the truth my name is Albert Wesker Intelligence department."
"Umbrella Intelligence? Prove it. If you really are Umbrella Intelligence you should have a code phrase to help identify V.I.P.s." Michael said.
"That is correct, but only .s are supposed to know that." Wesker answered taking a seat as Michel went to lock the door. 'This could take a while.' They both thought.
"So you are who you say you are since you know that only UI personnel and Umbrella V.I.P.s are the only one to know about the codes. In your briefing they gave you a code to say at this facility if you meet someone you believe to be important. The person's identity can be determined by their answer. So you'll know who I am if you say the right code. Fire away Mr. Wesker." Michael said.
"Fine. What occurs at a board meeting?" 'If he answers this sarcastically he's the director.' Wesker thought.
"The damn board members brow beat you into the ground complaining about how shitty production is this year, and then they proceed to strip you of any shred of manhood you have left by verbally wreaking you for life in a slew of threats to have you removed from your position."
"… My apologies for being so rude Director Blackwell." Wesker said as he realized he was right all along. (After all he's wrong oh so often… Yeah right)
"Apology accepted. I'd have been a bit less calm if someone did to me what I just did to you." Blackwell said.
"That is good and well, but we really must be getting to work that assignment I have to finish. Oh and I pray that if you want you can by pass that little security measure for that room you were telling me about." Wesker said.
"I'm the director of course I can. I can do anything I want with the security in this facility." Blackwell replied.
"In that case, are you ready to go Sir?" Wesker asked.
"Yes oh and you don't have to call me Sir Mr. Wesker. Michael will do fine." Michel said as he unlocked the door as Wesker got up.
"Okay then Michael shall we?" Wesker asked.
"Let's."Michael replied as they both left the room.
'I now have two of the four things that I need to complete this mission. A guide who knows this place like the back of his hand, and thankfully extremely high clearance. That always helped. "So Michael, where exactly is this room you were talking about?" Wesker asked.
"Right here (Wesker smiles) about 20 floors down. (Wesker gives a defeated frown) It will take us a while to get there due to the power loss and the fact that the stairs to the next floor are all the way on the side of this floor. (Depression sets in) This floor is also the most infested floor going back the way we have to go. (Suicidal depression) You likely encountered little to no resistance because they don't normally come out this close to the front. Well we should go if we want to get there before the lickers come out. As you know they like being out at night, and unless you can triple tap like I did a few minutes ago every single time you are fucked. (Severe suicidal depression or the Wesker equivalent to severe suicidal depression) Let's Move it or we'll both die come on. Only two hours to go about two and a half mile while checking these rooms for useful equipment. Onward!" Michael said cheerfully.
'He is far too optimistic to be an Umbrella executive.' Wesker thought following the Director out of the room and back into the hallway.
A/N: So what do you think? Sorry I added a bit of crappy humor in there at the end, but it was calling to me to. Only bit of humor that I will have to offer throughout this fan fiction. I know that this chapter was a little boring and I got a bit lazy at the end there, but I just wanted to get this up. It's been bugging me that I haven't gotten a Resident Evil fic up even though I Specialize in Resident Evil, knowledge wise. Well any way I hope I can get the next chapter up at some point. Beware updates shall be irregularly posted. Until next time. Oh and I can't find a name for this story any and all ideas will be appreciated. Thank you for reading!