Chapter Two.

Changes

"Trent, you should have seen his face. I don't think I've ever seen him so pissed off. You know, I didn't think he

could really have emotions."

Angelica sat clothed in a robe and towel, staring at a computer screen. A video feed shown through, a chuckling

man on the other side. Trent had been one of her training professors, and had taken her under his wing at

Umbrella. She had soon surpassed him however, but none the less the two had remained good friends and

colleagues. "How is the research by the way?"

Her mentor shifted uncomfortably, eyes shifting ever so slightly. "Let's just say your friend and Birkin seem to

run the show these days. I personally don't like their morals, and the stuff are becoming increasingly uneasy.

..If it keeps going like this, it may be job hunting time."

Angelica's eyes betrayed her surprise, a sinking feeling churned at the pit of her stomach. The young woman

knew that many of the scientists did not share her view on moral boundaries when it came to experimentation.

Trent had warned her when she had first started, that if you crossed that moral line..you could never go back.

"Sooner or later, the scientist will become the experiment."

Chewing upon her bottom lip, Angelica locked eyes with her former mentor. "Has Birkin really gotten that bad?"

Trent nodded slowly, his eyes never wavering from her. The intense stare gave her the chills. "He's becoming

a tyrant. Be careful, Angelica. I'll keep you updated, Trent out."

The screen went black, leaving the confused and tired woman a lot of questions, with few answers. Shuffling off to

her bedroom, the feeling that she had missed something still lingered on long into the night.

William Birkin was known for pulling an all nighter or two in the name of science. That and the fact of the data

stream he had just received across his encrypted computer, interested him far more than sleep.

Report File 43.2 Angel Project

Subject seems to have enhanced stamina and strength due to inoculation process. Muscle density has triple,

resulting in extreme durability. Whilst inner eye seems to be still developing, pheromone and estrogen level

output is still off the charts. Despite such, subject remains emotional control and composure in non-stimulating

atmosphere. Physical capabilities have been ranked as above average. Further infiltration into society will be studied.

A. Wesker

Birkin's dark eyes scanned the information quickly, opening a file folder that lay upon the desk. His pen wrote in

brief strokes, before setting himself to the duty of issuing out the next experimental phases. The man typed furiously,

the lag of the night not impeding him.

Regarding File 43.2 Angel Project

Have the subject exposed to various physical conditions. Simulate psionic exhibitions that have been

recorded in previous data. Subjects durability to uncommon situations to be studied. Pheromone

output to be explore. Expose the subject to various stimulating environments.

W. Birkin

Leaning back into his swiveling desk chair, the scientist chuckled gently to himself. This woman was

going to be a handful, and he was thankful that the experiment lay safely in the hands of someone else, For now.

S.T.A.R.S Training center.

06:00

Angelica grumbled as she bent over to make sure the laces upon her boot were out of tripping range. Both

Chris, Jill, and Barry looked over at the young woman with empathy. They all had been told to come to the jogging

track at least an hour before their normally scheduled time, and at least half of them were still trying to wake up.

Wesker paced the track line, seemingly impatient with everyone's sloth attitude. Pushing off into a steady jog, the

team captain signaled for the rest to follow. The three trailed behind slightly, to much confusion of the newcomer.

After a few moments, Angelica realized why. Wesker was the alpha male, the leader. To try and outdo him even in

a simple act of passing him in a jog was undermining authority..The thought brought a devious smile to her face.

Increasing her pace easily, the slim woman began to gain speed on the man who was several lengths ahead,

leaving the others behind at a staggering rate.

"Jesus, she's got some speed on her."

Barry puffed out as the small woman soon left even his powerful lengths behind. Jill and Chris were jogging

almost in sync next to him,

their eyes wide in surprise. Casting her colleagues a sidelong glance, Valentine began to wonder out loud.

"You know, I wonder why

she tries so hard. Shit, she's passed everything with flying colors. But it's like there's a fire under her ass to do better."

Chris checked his watch, and paused for a brief moment to watch. Barry jogged in place beside, head cocked.

"Maybe she doesn't like his shit?"

Jerking a thumb towards the disappearing Wesker, Chris set a small frown onto his lips. Barry stopped in surprise.

"You saying she vying for captain position? Albert and I founded this team, and I certainly don't think that.." The

younger man cut Burton off gently, shaking his head vigorously. "No, no. I'm just saying he's pushed us, all of us.

Maybe she isn't the type to be pushed. Maybe she's pushing back to show him he's not top cheese, and to lay off?"

Taking a deep breath, Redfield started again, leaving the other two to silently consider his words.

Wesker enjoyed jogging. It gave him time to clear his analytical mind, time to think. Taking a deep breath,

the man let the silence fill him with a calming bliss. Looking back after a little while, the S.T.A.R.S captain

was not surprised to see the determined Angelica nipping at his heels. What did surprise him was the fact

that she barely seemed to breathe above normal, her cheeks not touched with the sheen of sweat. Her

stamina had tripled that of an average human, and it was something the Wesker had been curious about

as of late. Checking his heart rate, the well trained man increased his speed.

Angelica growled softly as she saw him change his pace rate, the growing tension within her legs feeling

almost like a winding spring. It wasn't particularly painful, just a disconcerting, bunching feeling within her

very calves. Her face felt hotter than normal, eyes burning at the corners. Digging her heels into the powdery

ground, Angelica vaulted her body forward. The ground rippled almost like a pond, reverberating from the impact

as she landed a few feet ahead of Wesker. Oddly enough she felt no victory, only resolve. It was almost like

being in a permanent, eerie state of calm. Not even looking back to indulge herself, the woman set her head

down and propelled herself even farther ahead.

Catching up their captain who had abruptly stopped as Angelica had almost seemed to fly past, the three who

had been left behind earlier now gaped. Barry nudged Wesker in the arm, his bellowing laugh coming from deep

within. "Where did you find this one? The Olympics?" Wesker gave his partner a daggered look before stalking

towards the training center. "That's none of your concern, Burton."

Angelica's eyes flitted about the firing range. She hadn't been there since the test day, and now she was being given

a lesson from Barry. Per Wesker, of course. Burton was the living arsenal of the team, most of the weapons they

carried were hand improved by the man himself. When it came to anything that shot, the man was considered Einstein.

Barry now had a smooth lined Berretta in his hands, reloading the weapon. "With these, you wanna make the shots

count. I like the 'tween the globes' method. Now don't get funny on me. I mean between the eyes. One shot, one kill."

Setting down the weapon, he pulled out the sidearm that had laid holstered to his side. This was one of his personal,

custom magnums. Also known as one of the 'babies.' Caressing the handle, Barry smiled proudly. "Course, when's

there's trouble, I have this."

The florescent light gleamed off the polished metal, playing and dancing down the dangerously lovely muzzle. Angelica

was hushed at the beauty of the weapon, a childish look of wanting to play with a new toy, flitted across her lovely features.

Burton chuckled, and handed the weapon over. Her surprise was like seeing a three year old with a Christmas present.

"M..may I?"

Nodding consent, her teacher gestured towards a poster board of a man's body that was erected many feet away.

Grinning, Angelica positioned into a firing stance. She had been trained in various weapons at Umbrella for self defense,

but nothing came to the sheer power of a magnum. And this...was the diamond in the ruff.

Slipping sound muffs over her ears, Barry stepped back. The familiar heat focused itself in the slim, white fingers.

Angelica breathed out, and squeezed the trigger. As the bullet released from its metallic prison, her small wrist jumped

with the kickback. Time seemed to become liquid slow, the keen, blue eyes seeing every second of it's deadly precision.

Time flickered into normality, as student had made her mark. A hole tore clean into the target's heart.

William Birkin stood hunched over a microscope, straining to focus a test sample. It had been over a month since the

Angel Project test had been successful, but he had made little headway after. All the other test subjects either became

grotesque beyond human possibility, or died right there on the examining table. Not to mention, one of his top researchers

had transferred after the failed attempt with Lisa Trevor. The woman had been physically compatible, but mentally...

Birkin sighed as he squinted over the sample of Angelica's blood. It was constantly evolving and changing form,

correcting the natural flaws into perfection. Scratching his chin, the man cocked his head at a possibility that he

hadn't taken into account before.

Blood type.