What is that? What am I seeing? What am I seeing? What am I seeing? What am I?
AAAAAAHHHHHHh, IT HURTS! IT HURTS! IT…
Sen awakes from her sleep, her entire body is covered in sweat, almost like she had just jumped into a pool and back in bed. She sits up to see her clock, reading 5:45 a.m., fifteen minutes before it goes off, signaling for wake. It has been about two years since her arrival, she knows the routine like the back of her hand now. Wake up at six, ready by 6:15, have breakfast, study for two hours, fifteen minute break, training for an hour, puzzle solving after, lunch, and finally more training, all ending at 1:00 p.m. on the dot. After such an unnerving dream, she knows she wouldn't be able to fall asleep, so she decides to get ready now. Her clothes during this time of training were a basic white shirt and pants with undergarments, nothing more, nothing less. After training she would wander the facility, while wearing her yellow snow jacket and blue mini skirt, being the first things she wore, except a larger size.
The clock reads 6:15, Sen stands in front of the metal door, awaiting either Eden or Widson, who are now considered her trainers. Although Eden is still uncomfortable with the job change, they've grown closer and closer the Sen. The clock reads 6:20, they've never been this late. Sen wasn't sure on what to do. She decides to sit on the side of her bed while she waits. She waited, and waited, and waited, half an hour now. Suddenly the door opens, she springs up in a hurry to stand where she always would. However, it was neither Eden nor Widson, but Wesker, a rare visit for training. He wears leather clothing, along with a matching coat, but other than that, he looked the same.
"Get your 'normal' clothes on, we're going on a trip for today," he says.
He walks out the door, awaiting Sen to get undressed and put on her normal clothing. She finishes and follows him down the hall, passing the labs on the side, farther than she ever explored. Before she knew it, they were outside on a helipad. A chopper, awaiting their arrival, sits in the center. Inside, the pilot waits, along with a woman Sen has never seen before. Her hair is a flawless black, bunched up like a ball on top of her head. Her skin is just as flawless. She wears a fancy attire, a one piece dress. Her shoulder, sides, and back were exposed, along with dress straps only covering her chest. Sen wasn't sure who she was but thought she looked funny in the clothing. She notices Sen give a small chuckle and sends a serious stare her way, stopping her chuckle.
"Excella, it's a pleasure to have you here," Wesker says.
"Albert, what's with the child, you gave the impression that you had no family," she replies.
"My apologize, this is Sen, think of her as a student of mine."
"Hm, she looks like a little monster, although I say that about all children."
Her unkind comment saddens Sen. "I assure you," Wesker adds, "she's special, and that specialty gave me the thought to bring her."
"Fair enough. Now, Albert, we shouldn't waste time." Excella says, giving a wink as she turns to the chopper.
She sits in the seat right behind the pilot, patting the one next to her, gesturing Wesker to sit next to her. Instead, Sen takes the seat. Excella has a discouraging look while Wesker sits across from her.
"My apologies, she doesn't like to sit alone while flying."
"Very… well." Excella replies with an urge not to.
The chopper starts up and begins to lift off the ground. On the trip, Sen tries to chat with Excella. "Why are you clothes weird?" she asks.
"I could ask you the same thing."
"Are you like Mr. Wesker, a superhuman?"
"Well, hm hm, in a sense, I have a high ranking position in…"
"Why is your hair weird?"
"WHAT?!"
As she raises her hand at Sen, Wesker steps in and stops her. "Excella, please don't get aggravated, she's only a child. Now, about the plaga research."
Excella calms herself and turns to Wesker, turning a metal briefcase towards him. She opens it to reveal some kind of computer, the center having a holographic projection of a parasite. Sen feels both unease and interest from the creature's image.
"This is our latest development of the genetically modified plaga," Excella presents to Wesker.
"And?"
"It was unable to bond to a host."
"Hmm."
"Albert, the plagas original state proves too insufficient for field use. We're finding it difficult to accelerate the parasite's ability to control the host. We need more time to perfect its design."
Wesker gives no response. Excella looks to Sen and recalls something Wesker said earlier.
"Albert?" Excella asks.
"Yes?"
"When you said that what makes her special is the reason you're bringing her, what did you mean?"
"Scans show her body is host to several subordinate-plaga and dominant-strain plaga, along with an unknown subspecies we've been analyzing."
Sen is surprised, she really didn't know what made her special, but as far as she understood, he said she had Las Plaga in her.
"Really, hm." Excella exclaims.
"What?" Wesker asks.
"Well, if we can implant her with the type-2 plaga and allow it to grow in her, then maybe we can extract its DNA after it has had a host. Of course this won't kill her, she has those extra ones in her, they'll keep her alive."
Wesker shows a change in expression, but it's hard to tell from behind his shades. Sen is worried, but then Wesker asks "Sen, you might hold the answer to solve our dilemma, however, I leave it to you to decide to go through with it, it's your choice."
Sen thinks for a couple of minutes before answering "Okay, if it'll help your plans, I accept."
"Hm, she's more trained than I…" Excella says, but was interrupted by Wesker. "Don't... refer to her like that."