William Birkin sat alone in his office, underneath the unsuspecting Racoon City above. He was hunched over his journal, writing yet another entry into the expansive book. He was happy this night, everything was going as planned. The Alpha Hunters were getting the green light for mass production, even as the Gamma Hunter prototypes were being created. The Tyrant seeker models were also approved. Even if he did work for that rat-bastard company "Umbrella", they were his creations. His masterpieces. His hand absent mindedly reached up to push away a strand of hair from his eyes as he scratched marks into the paper of his journal.
"Work, work, work! I never get any time off anymore. If Umbrella wasn't paying me as much, I would be home with my daughter as soon as possible. They're slave drivers. They never let us scientists go home to our families. Test subject #54 was injected with the G-Virus prototype today. Results varied. Subject was completely turned into an unfeeling, killing machine within an hour, yet he died shortly afterwards. The G-Virus needs more work so that the host of the virus can actually be of some use. I have ordered the rounding up of more human subjects, as well as some animal ones. They should arrive in the next day or two. The human subjects are mainly children, being kidnapped from an orphanage. No one will miss them. The animals are being taken from the forest around the Spencer Estate."
William set his pencil down on the table next to the journal, and gently closed the precious paper book. He leaned back in the chair, and simply looked up towards the ceiling for a long while. Thoughts raced through his mind. The screaming, and agony that came with the virus. Such a splendid sound to his ears. William didn't know why, but others being tortured always made him feel calmer inside. He wasn't crazy, nor a murderer, yet he enjoyed seeing pain. His eyes narrowed the slightest bit. Umbrella. They would feel real pain soon enough. Umbrella had screwed him over for the last time. If not for him, Umbrella would still be dealing in gas grenades, instead of the high tech bio-weapons he had created. The RE 3's, more commonly called "Lickers" by the staff, due to their extremely long and elastic-like tongue, were of high interest. They showed a lot of intelligence. Much more than the Alpha Hunters did, even the smarter of them. Oh, the Alpha Hunters were effective killers, but the Lickers had an elegant style of disposing of their prey. They were beautiful. The only drawback was their cranial area. Much of their brain cavity was exposed. A side effect, William guessed. They were making progress however, and someday the Lickers would have a whole head. The Gamma Hunter Prototypes were being kept in the facility underneath the hospital. William grinned at the thought. So ironic, that people escaping from harm, seeking care, were actually sleeping above silent killers. A knock came to the door of his office, and William snapped from his gaze. The door swung open lightly, and Albert Wesker stepped into the room, donning his sleek, black sunglasses, as usual. William stood, a grin on his face as he presented his hand out to Wesker. Wesker quickly took hold of Williams hand, and shook it briskly.
"William. How've you been doing, you old dog?" Wesker said, in a joking tone.
"Oh the usual. Sitting behind my desk, doing absolutely nothing." William chuckled lightly.
"How's your little creation going?" Wesker asked, releasing his grip on the scientists hand and resting his arm back to his side.
William quickly walked around his desk, so he could stand freely without a chair hugging his knees. He patted Wesker on the back lightly.
"Oh, it's coming along. A few glitches, but it should be completed soon. I hope you don't mind waiting a tad longer?"
Wesker shook his head slowly. "Oh no, I don't mind. I've waited this long." A sharkish grin came over his face. "Why not wait a little longer to become inhuman?"
"Oh persay, it's not…"inhuman". It's actually an advancement. But I guess you'll find out." William said
"So why do you come to my humble abode? I sense it's not to check up on the old doctor."
Wesker cocked his head to the side abit, still grinning. "It's just these S.T.A.R.S. I think their up to something. They may suspect our work. I suggest we take them out as soon as we can."
William nodded briskly, but the smile stayed even. "Oh, but weve taken care of that. We've created a special playmate for the S.T.A.R.S. Your DNA would not be included, of course."
Wesker chuckled. His laugh echoed through the small office. "William, your too good. How do you always stay a step ahead of everyone?"
It was now Williams turn to chuckle. He tapped his forehead. "Smarts my friend, smarts."
Wesker turned to leave the office, and looked back to William. "Don't worry, Umbrella will let off you guys some day. Just keep up the work, and you'll be fine."
William nodded slightly. Yes, some day everything will be fine, when the Umbrella heads were burning in hell…"I'll see you later then Al."
Wesker nodded, then stepped out of the office, shutting the door behind him. The room slid back to the way it had been before. One single lamp on the desk illuminated the small area around it, putting the rest of the room in almost pitch darkness. Williams lips parted slightly, letting a soft sigh escape them. Back to work. He walked around his desk, and sat back down in the chair. He picked up several of the papers there, mostly reports on the numerous creatures being bred in the facility. He slipped his thin reading glasses on his face, and began reading the reports.
"Work, work, work! I never get any time off anymore. If Umbrella wasn't paying me as much, I would be home with my daughter as soon as possible. They're slave drivers. They never let us scientists go home to our families. Test subject #54 was injected with the G-Virus prototype today. Results varied. Subject was completely turned into an unfeeling, killing machine within an hour, yet he died shortly afterwards. The G-Virus needs more work so that the host of the virus can actually be of some use. I have ordered the rounding up of more human subjects, as well as some animal ones. They should arrive in the next day or two. The human subjects are mainly children, being kidnapped from an orphanage. No one will miss them. The animals are being taken from the forest around the Spencer Estate."
William set his pencil down on the table next to the journal, and gently closed the precious paper book. He leaned back in the chair, and simply looked up towards the ceiling for a long while. Thoughts raced through his mind. The screaming, and agony that came with the virus. Such a splendid sound to his ears. William didn't know why, but others being tortured always made him feel calmer inside. He wasn't crazy, nor a murderer, yet he enjoyed seeing pain. His eyes narrowed the slightest bit. Umbrella. They would feel real pain soon enough. Umbrella had screwed him over for the last time. If not for him, Umbrella would still be dealing in gas grenades, instead of the high tech bio-weapons he had created. The RE 3's, more commonly called "Lickers" by the staff, due to their extremely long and elastic-like tongue, were of high interest. They showed a lot of intelligence. Much more than the Alpha Hunters did, even the smarter of them. Oh, the Alpha Hunters were effective killers, but the Lickers had an elegant style of disposing of their prey. They were beautiful. The only drawback was their cranial area. Much of their brain cavity was exposed. A side effect, William guessed. They were making progress however, and someday the Lickers would have a whole head. The Gamma Hunter Prototypes were being kept in the facility underneath the hospital. William grinned at the thought. So ironic, that people escaping from harm, seeking care, were actually sleeping above silent killers. A knock came to the door of his office, and William snapped from his gaze. The door swung open lightly, and Albert Wesker stepped into the room, donning his sleek, black sunglasses, as usual. William stood, a grin on his face as he presented his hand out to Wesker. Wesker quickly took hold of Williams hand, and shook it briskly.
"William. How've you been doing, you old dog?" Wesker said, in a joking tone.
"Oh the usual. Sitting behind my desk, doing absolutely nothing." William chuckled lightly.
"How's your little creation going?" Wesker asked, releasing his grip on the scientists hand and resting his arm back to his side.
William quickly walked around his desk, so he could stand freely without a chair hugging his knees. He patted Wesker on the back lightly.
"Oh, it's coming along. A few glitches, but it should be completed soon. I hope you don't mind waiting a tad longer?"
Wesker shook his head slowly. "Oh no, I don't mind. I've waited this long." A sharkish grin came over his face. "Why not wait a little longer to become inhuman?"
"Oh persay, it's not…"inhuman". It's actually an advancement. But I guess you'll find out." William said
"So why do you come to my humble abode? I sense it's not to check up on the old doctor."
Wesker cocked his head to the side abit, still grinning. "It's just these S.T.A.R.S. I think their up to something. They may suspect our work. I suggest we take them out as soon as we can."
William nodded briskly, but the smile stayed even. "Oh, but weve taken care of that. We've created a special playmate for the S.T.A.R.S. Your DNA would not be included, of course."
Wesker chuckled. His laugh echoed through the small office. "William, your too good. How do you always stay a step ahead of everyone?"
It was now Williams turn to chuckle. He tapped his forehead. "Smarts my friend, smarts."
Wesker turned to leave the office, and looked back to William. "Don't worry, Umbrella will let off you guys some day. Just keep up the work, and you'll be fine."
William nodded slightly. Yes, some day everything will be fine, when the Umbrella heads were burning in hell…"I'll see you later then Al."
Wesker nodded, then stepped out of the office, shutting the door behind him. The room slid back to the way it had been before. One single lamp on the desk illuminated the small area around it, putting the rest of the room in almost pitch darkness. Williams lips parted slightly, letting a soft sigh escape them. Back to work. He walked around his desk, and sat back down in the chair. He picked up several of the papers there, mostly reports on the numerous creatures being bred in the facility. He slipped his thin reading glasses on his face, and began reading the reports.