Author's Note: This collection of vignettes are a continuation of BetaReject's one-shot tale A Question of Destiny. As such I have received her permission to continue with her tale.

Beta: A huge thank you goes to AceofHadeon for taking the time to go over this for me and ensuring its all spiffy good! =D


The information was scarce, but it answered some of the questions that had plagued Albert Wesker since his dark revelation. He was not surprised to learn that his creator Oswell Spencer had lied to him. The old man, for all of his arrogance, knew enough to remain one step ahead. Even in death his tracks were thoroughly covered.

What little Wesker was able to discover came as no surprise to him. As suspected, Albert was not the only surviving child of the Wesker plan. Of the thirteen chosen, there remained two other survivors besides himself. Beyond their given names there was little information to be found about them. The one known as Alex was certain to be none other than the doppelganger who even now continued to parade as Albert Wesker. The identity of the other survivor remained a mystery. He had his suspicions, but the lack of evidence or information made it impossible to know for sure. Frowning, Albert read over the transferred files received that morning. There was no further information to be found amongst them, at least nothing that he did not already know.

It had been almost a week since Jill had been abducted, along with his latest prototype virus, a new variant of the Progenitor virus. About as long since he had been able to locate the man responsible for the theft. He had no doubt that his counterpart, Alex Wesker, was entirely responsible for the theft. If his contacts were correct, the man was headed for West Africa. Little else was known about his final destination, and this too did little to appease Wesker's frustration.

The screen before him suddenly flickered, catching his attention. Had it not been for his heightened senses, a side effect of the virus in his blood, Albert would have missed it entirely. Immediately he activated a new set of firewalls. What files that could have been stolen were re-encrypted and divided, ensuring the hacker responsible would have little if any chance at deciphering the details. Clearly, he was not the only one who sought answers, and Albert would be damned if they succeeded.

Without a second thought, he attempted to link the connection to the source, despite knowing that none would be found. No infiltrator worthy of the name would ever leave a trace of their presence. Despite the lack of evidence, Wesker was certain Alex was responsible for the attack. What little information the files contained held little monetary or political. To someone like Alex Wesker, however, its sentimental value was more than worth the trouble.

The remainder of the collected data slowly transferred onto a flash drive as Wesker rubbed his temples. The throbbing behind his eyes reminded him that it had been days since he had rested, much less fed. The Progenitor virus that coursed through his veins, though superior, could not entirely eliminate the necessities required for human survival. As loath as he was to admit it, Albert knew the matter would have to be attended to - and soon. Satisfied that he had secured his files, the former Umbrella agent wiped the memory bank of his computer clean before silently departing to catch his flight to Africa. With luck, it would not be too late.


Claire Redfield worked feverishly to tap into the very files Wesker sought to secure. The firewalls were nothing she had ever encountered before. The system's security was light years beyond what she was accustomed to deciphering. It took all of Claire's schooling, training, and personal experience to infiltrate the files she sought. Almost as soon as the information was accessed, the connection was cut and the firewalls were firmly reset. Hissing a curse, the former student almost tossed her laptop down in frustration. Spending endless hours at work, only to be thwarted by a superior security system, was not how she planned to end her day.

However, to her surprise, a single file had been retrieved. With baited breath Claire scanned the file's data. Though the contents were damaged, Claire was confident that she could recover what little had been retrieved. Unfortunately, the information salvaged was heavily encrypted and would require more than a few hours of heavy deciphering.

Despite the setback, she remained confident that whatever was hidden would be worth the wait. The contents of the file did not disappoint. The data consisted of a single list of names, all bearing the same surname Wesker. Beneath the list read a report that simply stated: two active, one sleeper.

Recalling Albert's strange night visit of a week ago, Claire immediately saw the connection. Though she could not say what it meant, she was determined to find out.