Chapter 5
"Sir, there's a problem."
The man put down his paper and looked at the nervous employee.
"What is it?"
"The..It's Project T8... It's failing."
The man threw down the paper immediately and sat forward.
"Explain."
"It's rejecting it, the rate of the infection is rapidly declining." he said, swallowing. It showed on his face that there was more.
"What else."
"...Sir... there are ample traces of Acyclovir in the subject's system."
"...What?" his voice raised. The employee handed him a stack of papers.
Albert Wesker took off his sunglasses and studied them with a grave expression.
"How long ago?"
"About 24 hours I should say, Sir. I don't know what happened..."
They had had at least 34 hosts over the last 2 years and none had the ultimate success rating of this one.
"His nitric oxide levels are skyrocketing. Have you studied the blood samples?"
"We have. The stability of the virus has dropped by 40%. and the infection has become increasingly dormant, among the cells."
Wesker took a long breath and exhaled calmly. " Flood the system and keep it under close observation."
'What about the-"
"It's none of your concern."
The scientist nodded and exited slower than he probably would have preferred.
Wesker had decided, it was only a matter of time before heads rolled. He had been here all night and morning since he had left STARS two days ago, for the weekend. He had only left to feed his Doberman, and then returned immediately. Not only was he missing valuable amounts of sleep, but now his competitor was sabotaging his number one priority. He had the Tyrant in his hands for the moment. After years and years of dead ends, the completion of the BOW looked to be near. Once it was stable, it would be moved to the Arklay Facility for more testing. The most beautiful opportunity he had ever worked on, was almost destroyed. If the T-Virus became dormant in the Tyrant, it would simply die. And they would have to start from square one. HE.... would have to start from square one. Wesker decided that he would blow up Umbrella's facility and the RPD before he would allow that to happen. He tiredly got up and went for his console.
"RED QUEEN IS ACTIVE"
"I need the security files, between April 15th and the 17th 1998. T-103 line.
"Accessing video. The video cannot be found. Data Corruption is detected."
Wesker's jaw clenched. Who could have possibly tampered with the Red Queen.
"My Lady, Exercising Supervisory Rights code V78- who was the last to access the Security mainframe? Said specific file."
" Supervisory Right V under- Albert- Wesker- is Granted. Generating list.. Last known accessors: Timothy Donetsk, Time 2:34 am"
Wesker only smiled. He knew it. And he was going to end him. Wesker had done nothing to jeopardize his future plans. He had told no one, not even Birkin in full. They both had been looking for opportunities in the last few years but once you become part of Umbrella, there's no separating.
So the only way Donetsk was able to discover his intentions would be through the Organization he had submitted to. After all, having two men on the inside, was better than one. How he found out was a problem, but what he did with that information was an even larger problem. Wesker's thoughts moved rapidly.
If he had the information to ruin Albert already, he would have done it months ago. Which meant his hold on Wesker was limited. He had no substantial evidence to present to Umbrella... considering where the information came from. Little did the clever Mr. Donetsk know, every time he tampered or prank called Wesker, he was adding fuel to his own stake burning. When caught, Donetsk might become too desperate and squirm under the thumb of Umbrella if cornered; spilling Wesker's secrets held with the opposing Organization. Which meant, Wesker would have to kill him, himself. He was Chief of Security after all, and the level of trust he had built under Spencer was irrefutable. Though he knew nothing of the man, his long service was apparently not, overlooked.
It was decided then.
He would confront Mr. Donetsk in such a way that would simplify their relationship to the T.
"My Lady: display all coordinates of Timothy Donetsk."
"All known coordinates displayed."
"What is his current location?"
"Raccoon City Police Department."
Wesker's senses flared. He immediately left his office, slamming the door behind him. This man was becoming a nuisance.
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He sped through the city, only to reach the precinct at 9 in the morning. Slamming the car door to his BMW he began running up the steps, toward the front doors.
"Whoa, Captain, nice riiiiide!"
He looked back. Frost. Idiot. He needed to find that man once and for all. His eyes were hurting him; he had forgotten his glasses in Birkin's lab in all of his haste. Why was Donetsk here of all places..." He went into the STARS office immediately and searched around the room.
"Hey Captain, Where have you been?" Chris asked.
"Not now." he said curtly and went into his office, searching the doors and under desks. Everything was in order... His mind was racing. There was nothing here for Donetsk..nothing at all. Unless...
Albert Wesker went as quickly out of the office as he had entered and made his way to the RPD lobby , now approaching Bill Henderson, the security guard.
"Oh, good morning Captain."
"Have you seen anyone come by this morning that was not of the RPD?"
"Well, no. And I've been here since 4am."
Wesker was about to walk away when Bill spoke up.
"But, there was a message left here for you over the weekend." He ducked down behind his desk and revealed a folded envelope.
Wesker took it and questioned opening it. Anything could be inside of it...Anthrax in particular...but after a moments debate, he decided to tear it, regardless. He was absolutely pissed. He could already tell that today was not going to be his day.
Inside was a simple small piece of paper and in neat cursive, was fittingly, a simple sentence:
Don't turn on your car.-A.W
A.W.... he knew no one of those initials and they were certainly not referring to him. There was only one thing left to do. He exited the lobby and went to his designated black and white. He searched it from top to bottom. Nothing. It was aggravating to Wesker that he had no lead on any of it. What car was this note referring to... he had just driven here-
And then... he understood. Going to his BMW that he had just parked, he slid under the car easily.
There it was. A fully charged VBIED. It all made perfect sense. The cocky bastard had wanted to distract Wesker. He must have known the Chief of Security would have tracked his location and knowing it was the RPD, have caught the Captain's attention.
He had wanted the Captain to abandon his car in the parking lot.
And in the few minutes he was away, set his trap.
Wesker looked at it very carefully. He'd be damned if his life ended because of a sloppy dismantling. The car bomb had been rigged fast and sloppily. He easily dismantled it, with caution. He got out from under the car and threw the parts quickly into the trash.
After a minute of collecting himself, Wesker put his head in his arms, against the hood of his car.
This was ridiculous.
And it was no longer a game.
He would have to end it, at all costs.
His anger rarely got the best of him, but this was one of those times. With no sleep, a car bomb under his BMW, and a sabotaged Tyrant, ...this man wasn't going to die quickly. Especially not after the BMW.
"Hey Wesker!"
A voice from afar.
The tired Captain pushed himself off his car and turned. It was Chris. He had come out and was now walking towards him.
"Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Are you sure... Sir, you look like hell."
"I haven't been sleeping well as of late."
Chris thought about suggesting to Wesker to take the day off, but he could count the times in the last 2 years that he had been absent.
"Is there anything I can do?" he asked.
"No." he said in plain. It was obvious he was preoccupied.
"Nice car, by the way. You must have saved up a while for that baby."
Wesker blankly stared at Chris. He needed sleep.
"Do you think you can handle STARS for the day?"
"Well, ... I mean yeah, but.."
"Good. I'm going home. Tell Irons whatever you like."
"But... I... ok."
Wesker got into his car and headed towards the exit.