Chapter 02

It had been a couple of years since the day of his second revival. HCF had once again established itself as a major power in the global market. Making a name for itself once again was rather easy by distributing anti-viruses for the well know Tyrant Virus and a few of its predecessors. It went smoothly transferring data from the now crumbling TriCell to HCF. However Wesker himself had spent his time putting Uroboros on hold to study a relatively new virus out on the market. The Crystalloid Virus or C-Virus. He knew what is was of course, in Umbrella he had even worked on it for a time after the Tyrant Virus was completed. What he didn't suspect though was it being anything more than a flop. The man behind the virus, Derek Simmon's was nothing short of a madman obsessed with his agent, Ada Wong. Simmons had proposed a virus that could rapidly change a person's DNA structure to anything of the creator's choosing. Simmons had also brought forth a DNA strand of someone, later found to be Ada's, to use as a template for the virus. Needless to say many failures where created from those experiments. But now the virus had surfaced again and Wesker couldn't help but wonder if Simmons actually was behind it all. He was the chief security advisor to the president. What could he possibly want or gain from spreading his failed virus? That is what Wesker wanted to know. If he wanted to properly spread Uroboros he needed to clear the stage of all competition first once again.

Nicholai found himself walking down a white corridor. That's all it was really. One long white hallway. He personally wasn't a fan of the lack of decor but he had to agree with Wesker that is would serve only as a distraction to workers. Soon enough the Russian man came to a six by six indentation in the wall. Removing a panel on the wall and his glove he scanned his hand. Several layers of the wall began to slide apart to reveal a ten foot long hallway and two dark wood double doors. Nicholai walked down to the doors and gave a polite knock on them with his middle knuckle before opening the doors. Inside was a room lined with bookshelves. Each of the walls left and right where filled with naught but books. The floor was made out of a plush black carpet. On the far wall was a small cozy fireplace, and just before it was a desk. At the desk in the leather chair was Albert Wesker himself. On the desk was a computer which he kept periodically glancing at. In front of him where several documents being looked over and signed. On the other side of the desk was something Nicholai always smirked at. A glass of scotch and an opened box of fig newtons. It was something that reminded Nicholai that Wesker was human once and it was nice to see at the very least a shed had carried over no matter how weird or interesting it was. When asked why Wesker has told him that he had gotten the idea from an episode of M*A*S*H once and found the idea delicious.

Nicholai stood with a file in hand waiting for Wesker to brink his attention up to him. One thing he had learned was you work on his time and no one else's. After about a good two minutes Wsker slid off his glasses and rubbed his tired eyes before sliding them cooly up to his comrade. At that point Nicholai stepped forward and placed the manila envelope onto the table for him to open.

"That is a file pertaining to the incident in Edonia, the one in which the BSAA combated the rebels if I am not mistaken."

Wesker reached forward and opened the envelope to look over its contents. From what he gathered from it was the BSAA had been dispatched to fight off a group of virus enhanced rebels as well as assisted in the escape of Agent Sherry Birkin and a Jake Muller, someone who apparently carried the anti-bodies to the new virus. However it seemed things didn't go as planned. Jake and Sherry have been reported MIA and Chris Redfield had suffered a severe case of amnesia due to blunt force trauma to the head and severe emotional distress. In his opinion timing couldn't be better. Sure losing Birkin was a loss indeed he could always have his men find her later, now he was in a position to deal with Simmons the only compition. The BSAA was in disarray now without Chris and would meddle less in his affairs. The best part however would be how he would get the President himself to deal with Simmons thus keeping his hands clean. Wesker placed the repot on his desk with a pleased smile on his face.

"Mr. Ginoveaf when is the President's next public event?"

Nicholai looked over a few more files still in his hands and noted a party at a college planned six months from now.

"In about .. six months it would seem. At a College."

Wesker leaned back in his chair stroking his chin in thought. He could easily come in as a new teacher and slip the info of Simmon's work to him.

"I think its time I got out again, don't you?"

Nicholai immediately recognized the devious smirk on Wesker's face and nodded in return.

"Get me a man who can smuggle weapons in the off chance I need a fire arm. I wouldn't slip anything by Simmons."

Nicholai nodded and turned out of the room walking away. This promised to be fun, age be damned.

The six months passed rather quickly as research on the rival C-Virus grew. Wesker had given his smuggling man two Lightning Hawk magnums and his favorite gun the S.T.A.R.S standard issue customized M92F Baretta aka Samurai Edge. The gun served him well in the past and if he was foolish enough would tell you it was a good luck charm. In the meantime he had gone about dying his hair silver as well as growing a mustache that connected to a beard that just coated his chin again both dyed silver. To hide his slitted glowing eyes he placed in brown contacts. For the party he slipped on a blue dress shirt and white jacket. He also put on a white tie and white dress pants with shoes. Wesker looked himself over and nodded in the mirror, he had to go in disguise lest any of the President's agents figure out who he is. Especially the agent Leon Kennedy. Shrugging off his worry he entered into the back of a Rolls Royce and told the driver to take him to the college. On arrival he scanned over the many teenagers, young adults and teachers. First he needed to see his smuggler in the faculty building. When at the entrance of said building he was stopped by armed security, holding a name roster.

"Name?"

"Arron Stone."

The man looked over the list and nodded after Wesker showed him his ID badge. Once inside he was immediately greeted by a thin looking man in a grey hoodie and black pants and boots. He beckoned Wesker over to a store room. Once inside a briefcase lay on a shelf in the room. When Wesker opened it to his great delight lay his guns as well as reserve ammo cases. After collecting the guns Wesker left for the main party walking inside to a large dining hall and taking a seat. Now was when the fun really began.