Albert Wesker

December 25, 2011

5:57pm

Wesker sat alone in his office thinking over his plans. There mustn't be any flaws. This time Chris would not stop him. He was sure of it. So many times in the past his plans were repeatedly meddled with by that damned Redfield. Wesker could imagine himself killing Chris once and for all. He wanted to see the life slowly fade away from chris. He hated Chris more than anything. He wanted revenge as much as he wanted his plans to succeed. Wesker laughed menacingly. "if only Chris knew what I have done to Ms. Valentine. I suppose he will find out soon enough." In the middle of that thought, there came a knock at his door. Irritated by the interruption, he answered coldly "what is it?" The door opened and in came Cole, his butler.

"I'm sorry to interrupt you sir, but there are carolers at the door." "Carolers? What carolers? What on earth would anyone be caroling about?" Cole became flustered at the response although it did not exactly surprise him. "Sir... It is Christmas Day." This irritated Wesker even more. "Christmas is just another foolish holiday created by frail humans. I have no time for this. Get rid of them before I do it myself." Cole nodded his head. "Yes sir, sorry sir," and with that Cole spun around and quickly left. Silently, he closed the door behind him. It would not be wise to make Wesker angry. Not wise at all.

Relieved to be rid of the disruption, he pinched the bridge if his nose and got back to work. However, his thoughts began to wander elsewhere. He thought of how Christmas was in his younger years. His father being a drunkard and his mother leaving him soon after his birth made him a cold person. Christmas was only a reminder as to the fact that he had no one to support him. No family, no friends. He had always spent the holiday alone. Christmas was but a day just like any other.

Taking a glance over at the clock, he realized it was a little past 6. He had a meeting to attend at 7 for Tricell Corporation. "How troublesome..." He hated Tricell meetings. The main reason for that was Excella Gionne, CEO of Tricell. It was obvious that she was interested in the cold, heartless man. However, Wesker did not care for her one bit. In fact he would be ok if she were to all together cease to exist. He growled under his breath "Annoying woman." And with that he got up from his desk and quickly paced from his office and down the hall.

Albert Wesker

December 25, 2011

6:32pm

The windows were still foggy as he pulled down his driveway. He came to a stop at the gate and swiped his Keycard. "Access Denied". Angry that the machine had wasted his time, he clenched his fist and smashed the useless piece of equipment. Sparks flew as Wesker got out of his vehicle to destroy the troublesome arm that still blocked his path. Content with what he had done, he hopped back in and took off down the street. He proceeded to call Cole. "Ring...ring...ri- yes sir?" "Why did you not answer until the third ring?" "I'm quite sorry sir I did not mea-" "I do not have the time for this. I called to inform you that the gate out front is suffering some..."Technical difficulties"". "I will get right to it sir."

Cole ?

December 25, 2011

6:37pm

After receiving the phone call from the irritated Wesker, Cole walked towards the window facing the front gates of Wesker's Mansion. The curtain was made of a heavy, expensive material laced in a black, gothic design. Seeing the dark colors all around him depressed Cole a bit and whenever he got the chance to run errands he got right to it. He enjoyed feeling the breeze through his short blonde hair. Being inside the mansion made him miss the sun beating down on his skin and the calming color of the sky. Following Wesker's orders, he pulled back the curtains to see the whole gate up in flames. At times like this he wished he were on a beach, sitting in a lawn chair, drinking Mountain Dew. After realizing that the so called "technical difficulties" were most likely caused by wesker himself, he called for an emergency repairman. The gate needed to be fixed before Wesker got home or Cole would have to suffer the wrath of Albert Wesker.

Albert Wesker

December 25, 2011

6:44pm
Albert arrived at the gates of Tricell. Reaching out the window he entered the password as he coldly warned "do not try my patience..." After reading his password the machine answered with an "access granted." However the arm did not lift fast enough to his liking. In the blink of an eye he had smash the gate and parked his vehicle in the parking garage. Looking at the time he realized that it was 6:47pm. "Time to get this over with."

Steven (Tricell Door Greeter)

December 25, 2011

6:51pm

It was nearing the end of Steven's 12 hour shift and he was beat. Anxious, he looked at the clock. "Bah! Nine more minutes?" He sighed deeply as he realized that someone was nearing the door and fast. Very fast. In a frenzy he dashed for the door, opening it just in time for none other than Albert Wesker. He walked through the front entrance as the greeter nervously held the door for him. "g' afternoon sir" He was answered with a dark, cold stare. Steven nervously gulped. This man was well known around here. He was more infamous than he was famous. He wasn't someone anyone would ever want to get caught up with. Except for Excella that is. Rumor had it, she was into him. Whether he was interested in her, no one could tell. Wesker disappeared from sight and he was able to let out a deep breath. Without realizing it himself, Steven had been holding his breath. He could still feel the sweat drip down his neck as he realized it was now time to go home. That was a good thing too. He didn't want to run into that man again anytime soon.

Albert Wesker

December 25, 2011

7:00pm

"Hello, Albert... I see you are right on time." Excella smiled and batted her eyelashes at him. Foolish woman... "Of course I am on time. This is my highest priority at the time being..." "As is mine, wesker" This time winking at the unamused man. If only Excella were not such a valuable tool at the moment... The meeting started shortly after and consisted of Excella's many attempts at flirting with Wesker and putting together the final plans that would make the uroboros plan complete. The meeting took several hours. This was something that needed to be thoroughly thought through. Never again would he allow a Redfield to ruin his plans. Suddenly images of Chris ruining his plans time after time entered his mind. He clenched his jaw and pinched the bridge of his nose to relieve the pressure. "Those Redfields are nothing but a headache." Oh, how he hated those Redfields.


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