Chris and Jill stood by door of the roof, watching the helicopter as it decended. Both had their weapons ready and aimed. The helicopter didn't belong to any ally of theirs, nor was the symbol on the side look familiar. He gritted his teeth as it shut off, the door sliding open. Out hopped Wesker, looking the same he did the last time he saw him... though he looked as alive as he did before the Tyrant impaled him.
A smaller form hopped out after him, surprisingly wearing the same exact thing Wesker was... looking freakily like a twin or clone of his, just smaller in size, having longer blonde hair... ... and a female. Something about her, though, seemed familiar, though the sunglasses hid most of the upper part of her face. She looked to him, along with Wesker.
"What the hell...?" both Chris and Jill couldn't believe what they were seeing. Who the hell in their right mind would work with Wesker... let alone... look like him. "Wesker? Who the hell is that!"
The girl-Wesker smirked slightly, lifting her gloved hand to the sunglasses, she tlited her head to the side, slowly pulling her sunglasses off and looking towards him, still smirking. Her eyes looked exactly like Wesker's. "Hello, Brother." she lowered the sunglasses to her side, dropping them as she watched him.
Both Jill's and Chris' eyes widened as they recognized the youngest Redfield under the Wesker-look. They stood there, dumbfounded. They couldn't believe what they were seeing. "What the hell did you do to my sister, you sick freak!" Chris yelled at him, ready to rip him apart.
"Oh... I just made a few... improvements..." he grinned darkly. "I think she looks better now... don't you?" He loved to see the look of pain in his enemy's eyes. The look of not knowing what to say or do. The process had been... harder than he had suspected. Claire's body had rejected the virus from his DNA at first. Of course, they couldn't completely seperate his DNA from the virus. But it wasn't such a bad thing, now that he thought about it. They were mentally linked... and he didn't even have to tell her what to do. She would just do what he would do. He didn't have think about it. He liked it better than having to order men around. Someone who wouldn't talk back, who he didn't have to tell what to do. It was like having another one of him running around.
Claire glanced at Wesker slightly, before looking back to the two, as though she had gotten a silent order. Before the two could react, she was inches from Chris' face, slamming her fist into his chest, listening to him gasp in pain and surprise, and seemed to grin when he hit the door, denting it. She glanced to the side, smirking a bit as she turned towards Jill, lunging at her and getting bullets to the chest. Her knee rammed into the girl's stomach, sending her back into the wall.
Wesker's grin only grew. Watching the Redfield Girl attacking her own brother and friend with no mercy gave him satisfaction beyond what he thought he could ever get. Then again... it was extremely hard for him to be satisified with the shoddy work of normal humans.