Author:

Figured I'd go ahead and post this chapter too. I've been working on it all night and morning (9:47 AM here, lol) We're finally getting into a bit more of the real storyline, but I've twisted it a lot. Like, the fact when Claire goes to the Paris lab she also faces off against helicopters. Yeah. In this.. no helicopters. Oh well. This seems more fun to me, plus it's not going to follow it to the t. I'm also rather excited about the chapter's I'm crafting, along with the memories of Catalina. I hope that I fit everything together so that it all connects. We will see eventually.~ If you see an error just yell at me, lol. I want to make this a fun and interesting story to read. Anyways.. Chapter 9 is here. It's Wesker again. Enjoy.~

Disclaimer:

Resident Evil, Wesker, Ada, Claire, Chris, Jill, Alexia, James, Rodrigo, Paris Lab, Umbrella, Organization, T-Veronica, Rockfort Island and the H.C.F. = Capcom's.

Scott, Catalina, Vinny, Night, Larx, Everett, Morison and Charleston = Mine. Parts of the storyline are even mine.


Morning rolled forward like a bowling ball, slivers of light slipping past the down blinds that hid away the contents of the small dark room. It was around 8 AM. Laptop, running and placed in the center of his desk, held no further contact with the strange and mysterious Night, or Venellza Larx, though he never actually admitted to being called by the second name... so he would simply be known as Night.

Albert Wesker tapped his fingers along the edge of his desk, left elbow resting on the top while the palm of said left hand was raised to cup his cheek and jaw. The hand of which he ceaselessly tapped with his right and it made a drumming noise, almost like music to his ears, yet it was dull as well. Continuous, not any new pattern.

He was having no further advancement with his current task.. and of course Ada was off fetching him his information and documents while he did nothing but wait. It was boring, to say the least, but he didn't let it bother him as it would a human.

A call from Ada earlier that morning, around 3 AM, had alerted him of a new danger. The one who had purchased a phone under his name had went off the grid. She must have been smart enough to cut the line on her phone to deactivate the tracker.. but who had such knowledge to be able to do that?

This echoed in the back of his mind.. He was curious about her identity, but not enough to seek her out currently. He doubted that she was a threat.. at least, not yet perhaps. From the video feed at the restaurant she had been simply shopping with the amount of bags she had with her.. but he was interested to know what she had bought.

Black hair.. grey eyes.. baggy clothes and a phone in his name.. Just who was this odd woman?

He hoped that he would find out soon or he would drive himself crazy just with the mere thought of her. It somehow managed to irritate him that someone was using his name to buy items.. especially when he knew not of who she could be-

A sudden thought flashed in his mind. What if she was a part of the Wesker Children Project somehow? What if she was one of the researcher's, scientists.. maybe even in with Spencer? He had no idea where this line of thought had sprouted from, but once it was present it tickled his senses. It seemed plausible that she could be connected with his history. Umbrella did have a lot of associations.

A light caught his eyes and a beeping soon followed. He turned his head in his palm, glancing towards the bright laptop. Glasses in tow, he pulled up the IM bar that had flashed with his tapping fingers.

[Wong]: Something's gone down in a facility in Paris, France. One of the Medical Branches of what's left of Umbrella.

Paris.. France.. A Medical Branch? This piqued his interest. He shifted his hands to hover them over the keyboard, fingers poised to type up a response.

[W || A]: Anything else?

He waited a full three minutes before she answered him, her new message flashing on his bar.

[Wong]: I tapped into the video feed of the camera's. Looks like Redfield was up to no good, breaking and entering. Took down several of the guards and researcher's before being captured.

Oh! Redfield.. captured? This was such a pleasant surprise. A smile flickered across his features as he read the message twice before typing up his reply.

[W || A]: Where is he being held, miss Wong?

He felt giddy. Finally, Redfield was caged up.. Maybe he could end one of the survivors of the Mansion.

[Wong]: I didn't say he.

He leaned back in his chair, eyebrows furrowed in sudden confusion. Didn't say he? So it wasn't Chr-.. Claire. It was Claire. There was no other Redfield alive, and even then he doubted they would have gotten into one of the leftover Lab's of Umbrella.

[W || A]: Where is she?

He interlocked his fingers as he waited for the location of her imprisonment. With Claire in his grasp.. he could lure Chris out of hiding.. and crush two birds with one stone. Then he could move forward without further interruption.

[Wong]: Currently being shipped to Rockfort Island.

[W || A]: Perfect. T-Veronica is there as well.

[Wong]: Indeed.

He released a sigh. Closing the IM bar, he grabbed his phone and opened it, calling Ada. "Ada." She answered.

"Inform Charleston, Everett and Morison that we will be heading to Rockfort Island. Tell them to bring a squad or two." With that, he hung up.

The Hive/Host Capture Force [H.C.F.] was Wesker's private military attack force of highly trained soldiers. They ranged from around four or five squads, but for this he would require only one or two at most. This was actually one of the newer branches that he was thinking of. Infiltration was easy with a distraction, which was where Micheal Charleston, Aden Everett and Timothy Morison would come into play.

Yes, he would acquire the T-Veronica virus from Alexia, but if by chance or 'luck' he would also gain a leverage over Chris, meaning.. the life of his dearest sister as his prize. He disliked answering to anyone, but he kept still and silent, forming a strategy that would allow him to succeed. Being an operative of the Organization, he had a duty to fulfill, a mission given to him directly by his superiors.

Today was only the 25th of December. He could wait. By tomorrow preparations would be complete. He glanced at his clock, noticing that it was already 10 AM. He needed to shower and prepare for the day he held the T-Veronica virus within his grasp.

Getting up from his desk chair, he left his laptop open.. and stepped over to his bags. Picking a few garments and clothing pieces, he made his way to the bathroom.

Soon enough hot water was covering him from head to toe as he bathed. Surprisingly.. his glasses had been discarded onto the closed toilet seat.

Stepping out around 30 minutes or so later, he dried himself and got dressed. Fixing his hair was easy. Then his glasses were placed back onto the bridge of his nose, red eyes flashing underneath.

It was time to greet the day.