"The Wesker children were entrusted with endless potential. Of them, only one survived—you­." ~ Ozwell E. Spencer, deceased

March 9th, 2009—BSAA agents extracted from volcanic site west of African continent: C. Redfield; S. Alomar; J. Valentine; J. Stone

Mission Status: Primary target –Ricardo Irving­—deceased; objective failed

Four debriefings received concerning:

The loss of Alpha Team led by Dave DeChant

The Kijuju riot(s)

Details concerning J. Valentine's capture

Files gathered concerning the origins of the Umbrella viruses

Two black market bioweapon suppliers

The 'Uroboros Plan'

C. Redfield's report on the death of terrorist A. Wesker

S. Alomar's report on the death of terrorist E. Gionne

A request has been made to investigate the Global Pharmaceutical Consortium

A request has been made to disband Tricell, Inc. – Africa and to also investigate other Tricell branches

Chris's hand swept across the portrait of his father, hanging from the spacious walls of his suite. The man that had birthed the remarkable marksman bore an uncanny resemblance to his son—the latter had nearly no physical characteristics of his mother.

"Dad…I can finally live in peace," he breathed, resting his head against the creamy walls. "I avenged my comrades…and she's alive."

I am proud of you, son. You have lived up the name 'Redfield'.

"I'm going to continue fighting bioweapons…life is stressing, but I'm not letting those memories hold me back, Dad. I'm going to live my life for myself now."

Turning away from the framed image, Chris stepped over into his living room, the soft carpet nurturing his sore feet. He yawned, weary from the annoying conversation he had had with Dr. Philips only an hour ago.

"Chris, you have been through one hell of a life." The nearly bald man sifted through the younger man's psychiatric folder.

"You can say that again," mutter Chris, adjusting his shirt collar. They were stressed to the max having to cover Chris's massive build.

Smiling, the psychologist set the folder down; only the ticking of a nearby grandfather clock bounced of the walls of the medium-sized office. The man had many books crammed into old shelves and odd trinkets.

"Well, I am happy to say that you can get your life back on track," Dr. Philips informed him. "Even with the state of the world today, you said yourself your personal issues are over." Chris nodded in response, smiling somewhat. "Well,

"In order to fully put your past behind you, you must confront it. Do you feel comfortable talking about 'it'?"

"…isn't this one big family reunion?" the blonde man said slowly, jet black boots carrying him down the dusty stone steps. Chris felt his heart skip another beat as the old captain reached his level, leisurely drawing himself closer to the cloaked woman.

Bastard…what's he getting at?!

Smirking, Albert Wesker placed a gloved hand on the mysterious person's shoulder. "I would expect you to be happier to see 'us'." The smirked formed into a mischievous grin, the man's eyes obscured by beep black, reflective sunglasses.

Chris cocked his head to the side, his Sig still trained on the cloaked woman. "Us?"

Wesker grinned, pulling back the hood…

"After Jill's 'death', my life pretty much went downhill from there," continued Chris, staring down at the heavy wooden desk. "I suppose you could say that this mission was the turning point from my life, bringing me back on track. I suppose I got to the root of the problem…"

The counselor had to hold back a laugh. "Good, good.

"Well, I suppose we've made great progress today," the doctor stated, bringing the session to a close.

The Chinese woman sighed, and she accepted the message sent to her PDA, shutting off the annoying beeping.

"Agent Wong—how fares the battle?"

The female smirked. "As always; I'm sitting here enjoying a nice meal at the local club and then you come along asking for my services." Setting down a glass of blood red wine she asked, "What is it now, professor?"

"I managed to extract several files from the BSAA's mainframe, and I have some rather interesting news to share with you.

"First and foremost, the threat of Umbrella is truly diminished—he's dead.

"In fact, the old man himself is history—killed by him." At this, the professor laughed.

"And finally, it seems that we need to tighten the leash on the GPC. An investigation is currently taking place within each of the companies, so I suppose it is safe to say that the production of B.O.W.s will be shut down soon. Very soon."

"What about…'S'?" she whispered, lowering her head to keep her voice from being heard by the other rich diners.

"Ahh, the other antagonist of Spencer…I have no further leads on them."

"Is there any way we can uncover Wesker's files? If we can locate his 'command center'—"

"We will repossess all the research data, and maybe even uncover this 'corporation'. I will say, they have done a fine job of keeping themselves behind the curtains, even with the backstage revealed." Ada heard a small sigh.

"Ada, I would like for you to go to Rockfort Island," the professor said calmly.

Yeah, you can easily tell me to fly around the world a million times…no big task for you.

"Rockfort Island?...wasn't that the site of a chemical spill concerning the our ASF team and Alfred Ashford?"

"Yes, it was. We had sent him in to capture Alexia Ashford; unfortunately, though, the fool only succeeding in facilitating the demise of the remaining Ashford family. No matter, though…it was reported that a satellite had fallen from orbit and fallen somewhere near the island—"

Ada caught on. It's the satellite Wesker must have used to observe my movements in Spain… "I suppose I'll get a private jet again?"

"Be at the GPC airstrip in three hours."

The transmission was ended, and Ada engaged the device to the holdster on her thigh, indifferent to the assignment. Closing her eyes, her mind trailed off to a person that had been predominating her dreams at night…

=*=*=*=

So things have calmed down ever since the curtain closed on the great villain, Albert Wesker...Chris is finally resting--

--but who is this woman? This man?

Umbrella has fallen...but who or what is attempting to work around and in the ruins of this old company for their own benefit?...

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