The New Umbrella: A Resident Evil Fan Fiction
The room was dark, lit only by glowing banks of instruments. Scientists in white lab coats studied various gauges and computer screens while others kept their eyes on the specimen imprisoned behind a thick glass window. Grim-faced guards with holstered semiautomatic pistols stood at attention, scrutinizing each individual with a watchful gaze.
Inside the glass-enclosed area lay a Bengal tiger. It lay unconscious, under the effects of sleeping gas pumped into the room via several chrome air ducts in the ceiling. Tubes hooked into its body carried several different colored fluids within the plastic tubing. EKG sensors and other data-gathering instruments were also strapped to it.
One scientist looked up from entering data, as a beefy hand landed on his shoulder. Starting in surprise, he looked up and nodded his head at the man.
"Dr. Maxwell. "
"How goes the research?" asked Maxwell. At five foot nine, he was definitely an imposing personality. Unlike many of the pale sun-deficient geeks working in Umbrella's secret labs, Maxwell was a tanned muscular scientist. His looks led many to assume he was little more than the average idiot on the street, but Maxwell possessed an intelligence that few could dream of, let alone match.
"Very well sir," responded the scientist, turning back to his keyboard. "Subject 10-A is responding well to the DNA transfer. No problems have been reported so far."
Maxwell nodded as he stared at the tiger behind the glass. Those fools in the boardroom upstairs had no idea who they were dealing with. The men who ran Umbrella Corp. had thought his idea ludicrous: why should they spend money investigating a virus that had long ago proved ineffective? Not even Maxwell's brilliant history of DNA splicing had convinced them. But he had received permission from the board after telling them he planned to combine elements of the T-Virus with a new form of biochemical infection. And the fools had fallen for it!! They had no idea of what was happening down here, and they would never know. And when the day came, Maxwell would make them pay.
"Sir?" asked the tech, his eyes tight with fear. "Are you okay?"
Maxwell looked down, noticing that his fingers had curled into a tight fist. Relaxing them, he shook his hand and smiled at the technician.
"Everything's fine. "
Far away from Umbrella's headquarters, Jill Valentine was curling her own hands into fists. The tall beautiful brunette frowned as she looked hard at the S.T.A.R.S. operative who was briefing her. Hidden behind black sunglasses, the man only icily stared back at her, a neutral expression on his face.
"This is suicide!" shouted Jill as she glared icily at the briefing officer.
"This assignment is special priority, Agent Valentine," spoke the officer in a voice that resembled oil flowing over ice. "That's why it was given to you."
"But…"
"No negotiations, Agent Valentine. You have a duty to do."
The door slammed behind Jill with a loud bam, as she stormed out into the hallway. Stalking past secretaries, administrators, guards, officers, and fellow agents, she headed for the elevator. Hitting the button for the parking garage, she felt the elevator start to descend. As it went down, the digital gauge stopped at floor four and the doors opened. A tall figure stepped into the elevator, hit the button for floor one and then stepped back as the doors closed.
Jill watched the man out of the corner of her eye. He was a tall figure, wearing a black suit. His black hair was cut short and spiked and he carried a sheaf of papers under one arm. His features definitely had an Asian cast to them, but Jill couldn't quite pin down his nationality. As she was pondering it, the man smiled, and without looking at her said, "Half Chinese."
Jill flushed. "How did you know?" she asked with surprise.
"Oh I get that look a lot," smiled the man. Turning to face her, he extended his right hand and smiled. "Special Agent Eddie Wong."
Jill took his hand, smiling at the firm grip. "Agent Jill Valentine."
"You wouldn't happen to be the same Jill Valentine who was involved with the incident in Raccoon City two years ago, would you?"
"That's me," said Jill, as she leaned back against the elevator wall. "I'm guessing that you're just another drooling idiot agency fan boy who wants to shake my hand, congratulate me, and then ask me out on a date."
"Didn't intend to do that, but I wouldn't mind dating you," smiled Eddie. "I was just kidding," he added quickly, causing them both to laugh.
The elevator stopped at floor one and the doors opened with a single chime. Eddie stepped out of the elevator onto the first floor and smiled at Jill.
"Well, Miss. Valentine," he said with an elegant bow, "until we meet again. Oh yes, this is for you," he said, extending a manila dossier with the word "Classified" stamped on the top. As Jill too it from him, the doors rolled closed, and Eddie Wong disappeared from view. Jill smiled as she looked at the ceiling of the elevator. Her day had gotten a whole lot better.
The room was dark, lit only by glowing banks of instruments. Scientists in white lab coats studied various gauges and computer screens while others kept their eyes on the specimen imprisoned behind a thick glass window. Grim-faced guards with holstered semiautomatic pistols stood at attention, scrutinizing each individual with a watchful gaze.
Inside the glass-enclosed area lay a Bengal tiger. It lay unconscious, under the effects of sleeping gas pumped into the room via several chrome air ducts in the ceiling. Tubes hooked into its body carried several different colored fluids within the plastic tubing. EKG sensors and other data-gathering instruments were also strapped to it.
One scientist looked up from entering data, as a beefy hand landed on his shoulder. Starting in surprise, he looked up and nodded his head at the man.
"Dr. Maxwell. "
"How goes the research?" asked Maxwell. At five foot nine, he was definitely an imposing personality. Unlike many of the pale sun-deficient geeks working in Umbrella's secret labs, Maxwell was a tanned muscular scientist. His looks led many to assume he was little more than the average idiot on the street, but Maxwell possessed an intelligence that few could dream of, let alone match.
"Very well sir," responded the scientist, turning back to his keyboard. "Subject 10-A is responding well to the DNA transfer. No problems have been reported so far."
Maxwell nodded as he stared at the tiger behind the glass. Those fools in the boardroom upstairs had no idea who they were dealing with. The men who ran Umbrella Corp. had thought his idea ludicrous: why should they spend money investigating a virus that had long ago proved ineffective? Not even Maxwell's brilliant history of DNA splicing had convinced them. But he had received permission from the board after telling them he planned to combine elements of the T-Virus with a new form of biochemical infection. And the fools had fallen for it!! They had no idea of what was happening down here, and they would never know. And when the day came, Maxwell would make them pay.
"Sir?" asked the tech, his eyes tight with fear. "Are you okay?"
Maxwell looked down, noticing that his fingers had curled into a tight fist. Relaxing them, he shook his hand and smiled at the technician.
"Everything's fine. "
Far away from Umbrella's headquarters, Jill Valentine was curling her own hands into fists. The tall beautiful brunette frowned as she looked hard at the S.T.A.R.S. operative who was briefing her. Hidden behind black sunglasses, the man only icily stared back at her, a neutral expression on his face.
"This is suicide!" shouted Jill as she glared icily at the briefing officer.
"This assignment is special priority, Agent Valentine," spoke the officer in a voice that resembled oil flowing over ice. "That's why it was given to you."
"But…"
"No negotiations, Agent Valentine. You have a duty to do."
The door slammed behind Jill with a loud bam, as she stormed out into the hallway. Stalking past secretaries, administrators, guards, officers, and fellow agents, she headed for the elevator. Hitting the button for the parking garage, she felt the elevator start to descend. As it went down, the digital gauge stopped at floor four and the doors opened. A tall figure stepped into the elevator, hit the button for floor one and then stepped back as the doors closed.
Jill watched the man out of the corner of her eye. He was a tall figure, wearing a black suit. His black hair was cut short and spiked and he carried a sheaf of papers under one arm. His features definitely had an Asian cast to them, but Jill couldn't quite pin down his nationality. As she was pondering it, the man smiled, and without looking at her said, "Half Chinese."
Jill flushed. "How did you know?" she asked with surprise.
"Oh I get that look a lot," smiled the man. Turning to face her, he extended his right hand and smiled. "Special Agent Eddie Wong."
Jill took his hand, smiling at the firm grip. "Agent Jill Valentine."
"You wouldn't happen to be the same Jill Valentine who was involved with the incident in Raccoon City two years ago, would you?"
"That's me," said Jill, as she leaned back against the elevator wall. "I'm guessing that you're just another drooling idiot agency fan boy who wants to shake my hand, congratulate me, and then ask me out on a date."
"Didn't intend to do that, but I wouldn't mind dating you," smiled Eddie. "I was just kidding," he added quickly, causing them both to laugh.
The elevator stopped at floor one and the doors opened with a single chime. Eddie stepped out of the elevator onto the first floor and smiled at Jill.
"Well, Miss. Valentine," he said with an elegant bow, "until we meet again. Oh yes, this is for you," he said, extending a manila dossier with the word "Classified" stamped on the top. As Jill too it from him, the doors rolled closed, and Eddie Wong disappeared from view. Jill smiled as she looked at the ceiling of the elevator. Her day had gotten a whole lot better.