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Ok, so, for this chapter I'm doing something like I did in the Forgotten Casualty fanfic.. It's where I have a chapter that connects with the chapter beforehand. In this case, this will basically show Wesker's point of view from the time before the call with and the time after he speaks with Catalina from Ada's phone. So you'll see the same conversation again, but from his view. How he acts and responds to her words, what he does, etc. You'll also meet kinda a new character at the beginning of his part, but you don't actually meet her yet.. She just kinda calls him. xD You're also going to see a few other things of interest after the call with Catalina ends. A report that pertain to Wesker and Project W. It may seem kinda random. Like "Wesker, why are you reading that?" or "Nilion, why are you putting this in here?" But I'm throwing it in there for a good reason. It kinda delves a bit more into the past to some extent.

This also has two parts to it. Wesker, then Claire. For Claire's part I had to find a video and go off of it, the gameplay, cause I only remember bits and pieces of it. So her dream is straight from the game. xD Enjoy! :D Hope it's not too much to take in. Lol. It's kinda lengthy, so.. plus, I don't fill in all of what happened at Raccoon City. I may delve more into it later on, but for now.. I'll leave it as it is.

Disclaimer:

Resident Evil, Wesker, Ada, Claire, Chris, Jill, Alexia, James, Edward, Spencer, Rodrigo, Paris Lab, Umbrella, Organization, Project W, Alex, 13 Subjects, T-Veronica, Rockfort Island, Raccoon City, Leon and the H.C.F. = Capcom's.

Scott, Catalina, Vincent (Vinny), Night, Larx, Theryl, Aden and Loretta Everett, Morison and Charleston = Mine. Parts of the storyline are even mine.


10 AM became the past as 1 PM rolled in. He had skimmed through all the current research notes, filed the reports he had to tend to.. and dealt with the mutterings of a deranged scientist who had decided to call him to ask where the subject had went to. He had ended the call after telling the man to search the facility again.. and thus disconnected the rambling of a madman.

It was true, he had a secret operation on the side that no one knew about. It was a fall-back plan in case his current ones dissolved in chaos.

Everything else aside, things were progressing on both fronts. He made sure to monitor both accordingly, making sure they both had everything that was required for closer completion. It was just a matter of time now.. and the work of the scientist.

He was drawn from the corners of his mind as his phone rang. He was seated in his desk chair, idly staring at the screen of his computer while his thoughts ran about. He didn't move to answer the cell phone, which sat beside his open laptop. He had been instant messaging a colleague, making sure that preparations were made for a few minor things on the side of the projects.

He listened to it ring twice, not bothering to even move. His eyes had flickered towards it, but he just stared at it.

After the fourth ring it switched to voice mail.. and suddenly a voice filled the air, thin yet smooth. It was delicate, feminine and clearly amused.

"Not answering your phone? How unlike you. You're probably not even around if you aren't answering it... but anyways." The voice said in her strange tone. "I'm just calling to check on you. Last we talked you seemed to have a stalker, if I remember correctly. Did you ever figure out who she was? Do you know her?" A rolling chuckle followed these two questions before she continued. "But yeah. Gimme a call when you can, whenever you aren't busy. Hopefully Ada's not getting into trouble on her end. So! Call back and I'll talk to you then... or later, if I see you in person beforehand. Bye, Wesker!" And the line clicked off.

Albert Wesker suppressed the urge to roll his eyes at her chirpy voice. She was much too excited to deal with on a daily basis, but she was a quick and intelligent woman.

Loretta Everett was a very peculiar person. Being the sister of Aden, he knew where she got the brains from, plus the skills capable in her line of work. She worked for Wesker when it came to his special projects. She was a shadow in his chess game, the one piece no one knew was there, watching over things like the hawk she was.

He smiled, but it was a dark and twisted smile, but suddenly it vanished as the phone rang again. This time he leaned towards it, opening the phone with a hand to see who was calling this time. Speak of the devil.. It was Ada. This would be an important call. She might have more news on that woman from the restaurant.

Two rings.. and then he pressed accept, putting it to his ear. "Wesker speaking." He said.

Ada didn't respond.. the silence was heavy, so he asked. "Ada?"

He heard it, a low voice that whispered: "No."

A frown creased his lips, but he chuckled. "Ahh.. Where is Ada?"

The voice seemed to hesitate, taking a few seconds before it responded. It was definitely a female's voice, somewhat musical, yet tender like a child. "She's.. tied up at the moment, with work.."

He grew instantly suspicious of this woman. Tied up with work? Why would someone call him from her phone and claim she was working..? It was questionable indeed. "Oh? Well, that's a shame. For what reason are you calling me? That is her phone, after all." He decided to play along for but a moment to test her reaction.

"I-.. Sorry.. Wrong number.." The woman stammered to recover from initial shock, it seemed. He could almost smell the fear leaking through the phone. He smiled.

"No.. Do not think me naive or ignorant. I am aware something is wrong. If you do not inform me of the situation she is in then I will personally come to Germany and kill you myself." He added a very dark pitch to his voice, with mixed-in irritation. He chuckled as he heard her gasp softly. A normal human would have not heard it. "Yes, there is a tracker in Ada's phone."

He blinked at her next choice of words. "Albert Wesker.. ex-researcher for Umbrella.. ex-leader of S.T.A.R.S., a dangerous and cunning man, skilled in manipulation.." He was awed by her simple Intel. So, she was aware of his past, to some extent, yet he knew nothing of her.. Odd. This perked his interest in the mysterious woman. "Ada's tied up and I mean literally. Unconscious." He almost laughed at this, but refrained from such an outburst.

Curiosity leaked from his voice as he then spoke up, his tone showing that drawl that he favored. "Ahhh... You've done your homework, haven't you? Now, tell me.. Just who are you, that you know of my dealings with a corrupted company and a doomed task force?"

"Catalina Voronix." The woman whispered.

He then questioned her with this: "So you're the woman from the restaurant, the one who purchased a phone in Italy under my name?" And she squeaked in response. Oh, how he loved such a reaction, though he could not fathom why. It was such an absurd action, but it meant that the emotion of shock was present.

The anger was simply oozing out of her voice. "You were watching me eat?!"

A chuckle rolled from his lips. "Camera's tell enough."

So this was the strange black haired woman he had seen eating at the restaurant.. His interest was high.

"Figures.. Don't bother coming after me, Albert. You will not find Ada alive if you do." She muttered under her breath, trying to threaten him.

He brushed it off by saying: "Clever, clever.. woman.. and it is Wesker, not Albert. I would very much like to meet you. Perhaps we could set up a date to meet?"

"You'll get your chance later. I have other business to deal with, more important then your acquaintance. Here, I'll even be polite enough to give you my phone number." Her voice had gained strength now.

He almost snorted, but that was a human trait that he loathed. He settled, instead, for simply muttering. "How.. generous of you."

Suddenly her end got louder. Speaker. He could hear the wind blowing gently.. and her breathing had gone fainter as she moved the phone away from her. "***-724-1495. I made sure to get it from an American zip-code. Wasn't hard. You can text or call.. I mean, it is courtesy of you, heh." She giggled? Then, everything got softer, her breathing very low, but present again. She breathed so lightly.. like.. a gentle intake. This alerted him that she was either trained to breath that way.. or that air wasn't particularly required as fully as it would be for other humans.

He added that serious note to his voice. "I'll allow you to keep the number and access to mobile calling and texting, but only on one condition. If you deny this condition, then you will be without your current number."

"What is your.. condition, Wesker?"

A chuckle rolled out once more. This woman was amusing in her own way. "I will give you a few days to tend to whatever need be done. I will not set a specific limit. When I deem it necessary I will arrange a place to meet. You will come, you will not avoid it. Should you not heed my words, I will come for you and I promise you.. it will be far from your liking. Any harm that comes to Ada before then.. will be repaid double unto you. Is that understood?"

"Yes, I understand. Glad you could be so generous and pleasant." And suddenly the call was gone. She had ended it.

He sat back in his chair, tapping his fingers against each other.. Catalina Voronix.

He glanced towards the stack of papers to the left of his laptop. It consisted of about 4 pages, research notes, from the journal that had been written by a Jack Theryl.. Theryl.. He recalled that name being spoken by the mysterious Night on the IM. Did they have a connection? He never outright said that he was Theryl, but it was a possibility he would not ignore.

He pulled up the IM, which showed that the other user was offline, but he scrolled up a bit until he saw what he was looking for.

[W || A]: Does Nobody Unimportant have a name of which to be called other then the vague use of Night?

[Night]: Theryl, Lunel, Vorgo, and many others, but they have long since been forgotten by the few living who knew of them. You may have heard of a.. Venellza Larx, yes?

Were he and Jack relatives? It was possible. He only stated Theryl, not a first name.. Unless.. Theryl was his first name? Doubtful. It was most likely a last name. This brought back the curiosity of when the man would be online again. He wanted to learn more.

"Useless." He mumbled.

The pile of papers also had all the notes from the Wesker Children Project that he could gather over the years. Spencer had some of the other sheets.. so it had a few missing gaps, particularly around specific subjects.

Wesker had met all of the other subjects when he had been around them. There were 13 subjects in total, himself included. He pulled out a blank sheet of paper and quickly scrawled down the names and which they were among the 13.

Hans [1], Felicia [2], Marco [3], Jonah [4], Irma [5], Ken [6], Laura [7], William [8], Hiro [9], Derek [10], Miles [11], Alex [12], Albert [13].

He included himself to be sure. The ones lacking information on them were.. Alex, Hiro, Miles, Laura and Irma.

He doubted that Hiro and Miles were of importance, so he didn't mind the lack of information on them at the current moment. The ones of interest were the other three. Alex.. Irma.. and Laura.

He set the paper aside, glancing towards the stack. He grabbed one of notes that he had managed to get, scanning it. It had been written by the very same Alex that he was curious about. It was pertaining to himself and the incident of the Arklay Lab.. and of the status of Project W. He had re-wrote it in his own handwriting, putting it into paragraph form.

"PROJECT W" REPORT AUG.28.1998

Although the involvement of "Project W" Subject No.013 (Alias: Albert. Herein described as Albert) is admitted in the accidental outbreak in the Arklay Laboratory, the details are unclear since the person concerned was killed in the accident. (Death certified based on Intelligence Department regulations)

Due to the death of Albert, the success rate of the project has regressed to 18%. Since the number of qualified people for the project's execution is less than necessary for the quota, immediate reciprocation is necessary. It is believed that continuing in this state will cause a critical situation for the project's execution.

However, since reserves of qualified individuals do not exist at present, it will be necessary to perform re-selection internally of those acknowledged as disqualified in prior selections. After re-selection, it is surmised that the quota of qualified individuals, subject to investigation, will recover the project's progress to the 93% before Albert's death.

Umbrella Intelligence Department

Alex. W.

He set it aside, sighing lightly. He had known that Alex was alive, though he gave no mention of it to Spencer whenever he last saw the main founder of Umbrella. He kept it to himself. The 'death' that Alex spoke of was him being stabbed by the Tyrant and being announced dead. The mansion incident had been around.. July 23. This was filed the following month.

Bringing himself back around to the topic at hand he thought about Catalina and Jack Theryl once more.. and Night.

He had also managed to secure a part of a diary from one of the 13 subjects, though. He set all the papers back into the pile, including the one that he had written the subject names on.

He would deal with everything one step at a time. For now, he would focus on retrieving Claire from Rockfort and also obtain the virus from Alexia. He rested his head back against the chair's top, sighing.

His agenda seemed so full these days.

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Claire wanted to sleep it all away, but her dreams were no escape. They were a nightmare, plagued by the walking dead and terrible monsters that caused destruction and chaos. She would later be tossing and turning in her slumber, so deep in it that she could not escape.

It was Raccoon City all over again..

Her bike rolled down the road, the wind whipping at her ponytail that had escaped the edges of her helmet. It was one of those top helmets, not a full one. Her black and grey bike slid easily over the black top.. and soon enough lights flashed in the distance. She was coming up on Raccoon City. She had to see Chris. He would be so excited to see her!

Within minutes the city was closer, Claire now able to see the structures of the outer part of the city closest to her. Soon she was on the main street, passing by darkened roads that seemed to lack life. Lights were on, but.. no one was home?

She slowed her bike to a stop by a building, taking off her helmet to scan the area. "Huh.. I'm finally here.." She sighed. She killed the engine, swinging her leg over as she got off the bike. She made her way over to Emmy's Diner, pushing open the door. "Helllloooo? Is anyone here?" She stepped inside, looking around the empty diner. Glasses were set upon the tables, papers scattered on the counter and a few on the floor. "Uh, hello?" She kept walking, making her way towards the back.. and she heard a noise.. She approached it cautiously.. slurping sounds.

A bald man was crouched over a body, covered in blood. He turned to her, moaning. His milky white eyes locked on her as he rose.. She gasped, taking a step back. "Look.. I'm sorry I bothered you... ok?" She spoke softly, stepping back more as the man approached her. "Just don't come any closer." By now the man was closing the distance between them. "Are you listening?!" Her voice got slightly louder.

Her back bumped the wall and she turned to see people pressed up against the window outside, blood coating their flesh. "Ahh!" She turned back to see the man staggering towards her. She glanced around, spotting a door off to her left. She ran towards it. She pushed the door open and gasped, coming face to face with a man in a police outfit holding a gun. She held her arms up in fear. He lowered his gun. "Wait! Don't shoot!"

He raised the gun again. "Get down!" She ducked as the man pulled the trigger. A moan echoed behind her and then a thud. She glanced behind her to see the man on the ground, blood around him.

"We can't stay out here." The man said. "Head to the police station, it'll be a lot safer." He held out his hand to her.

She took his hand and the two dashed off, moving swiftly past groups of people covered in more blood. They paused on a street, glancing wildly around. "There!" He turned towards a cop car sitting on the street, a man staggering beside it. They ran towards it, Claire hopping into the passenger seat as the man took the driver's side.

He started the car as the staggering individuals moved towards them. "Buckle up." He said as he started the car and zipped down the road.

"Ok." Claire said and did as she was told. A few minutes passed as they drove.. and she asked. "What's going on? I arrived in town and the whole place is in-"

"Great!" The man said as the radio crackled.

"-sane." She finished.

"The radio's out." He kept driving.

"You're a cop, right?" Claire leaned forward, turning to face him in her seat.

He glanced towards her. "Yeah. First day on the job. Great, huh? Name's Leon Kennedy. Nice to meet you." He glanced from her to the road several times.

She kept looking at him. "Mine's Claire.. Claire Redfield." She looked forward. "I came to find my brother, Chris."

They continued down the road, picking up speed. A corner was coming up and Leon turned the wheel left, tires squealing as he straightened the car onto the new road.

A semi barreled after them.

Leon glanced towards Claire. "Hey, can you open the glove box?" He asked her.

"Sure." She said. She leaned forward, doing as she was told, the glove box opening before her fingers. A gun sat in it. "There's a gun inside."

"Better take it with you." Leon said.

Claire pulled out the gun, aiming it forward and checking it, moving her head to the side.

Suddenly, a head appeared between them, a growl-roar noise coming from the man from the backseat. Claire yelped as Leon swerved. "No!" Leon tried to keep control over the moving cop car. The driver side connected with a wall, sparks flying. He swung the wheel, moving back towards the road, narrowly missing a vehicle on the side.

He fought with the groaning man, the tail end of the car hitting a wall as he tried to keep the man away and drive. They slammed into a pole, the front wind shield scattering into bits of glass as the man in the backseat flew through it. They both yelled at the contact. Leon glanced to Claire. "You ok?"

She tilted her head a bit. "Still in one piece."

Leon gasped as he checked the rear view mirror, spotting the oncoming semi. It's front left side brushed a truck out of its path as it came closer. "Run!" Leon said as they unbuckled their seat belts, opening their doors. They jumped out and ran as the semi connected with the car, running over it and coming to a stop partially on top of it.

It flipped, slamming into the ground as fire ignited and within seconds it exploded, separating the two with thick black smoke and red flames. Leon had jumped at the explosion, sliding to the ground. He rolled over after the fire flared, glancing towards the wreckage.

Claire, on the other side, rose to her feet. "Claire!" She heard Leon yell.

She turned towards it. "Leon!"

"I'm ok." She heard Leon say. "Head to the station. I'll meet you there."

"Ok." Claire yelled back. Now began her separate journey to the same destination as Leon. She dashed down the road, weaving past staggering, moaning, blood covered people and entered the Kendo Gun shop.

A man with a bow gun yelled, "Freeze! Who are you?" He asked in a deep voice. "What are you doing here?"

"Don't shoot!" She held up a hand and shook her head at him. "I'm a human!" He cocked the weapon, but lowered it a few seconds later.

"Woo.. Sorry about that, babe." He stepped around the counter. "I thought you were one of them." He moved over to the door beside her.

"What's going on in this town?" She asked, stepping to the side.

"Hold on." He said as he locked the door. He turned to her, waving a hand. "I ain't got no clue, darlin. By the time I noticed something was wrong the entire city was infested with zombies." She walked around for a bit before suddenly the glass shattered and zombies staggered in and one took down the shop keeper. The other three crouched down to him as she yelled. Crunching followed as his screams vanished, the zombie eating at his body.

She fled to the backdoor, opening it. She entered an alley, running down it. She soon came upon a gate separating her from a basketball court with zombies in it. She continued down the alley just as the zombies opened the gate to the court. She reached a vehicle, found something she'd need, and turned, running back to the zombies staggering towards her. It took a few bullets, but she got all three of them down.

She entered the court to find another zombie staggering towards her. She maneuvered around it, opening the gate on the other side. She entered another alley.. and moved to the left, spotting stairs. She ran up them, moving down the catwalk with caution. She went around the side of a building before she found another set of stairs leading down. She ran down them. A dead end. She heard moaning, a woman on the other side of a fallen piece of.. something. She climbed over it, moving past the woman. Another door was at the end of the short alley and she opened it, entering whatever it led to.

She was on a road now.. with cars everywhere, a body laying on the top of a table off on a patio of a building. She heard noises, approaching the zombies that were eating at a cop. They rose as she approached, but she ran around them and entered a bus. Bodies littered the seats and the floor. She moved past them, killing the zombie on the floor that reached towards her. She exited through the front door, glancing towards the dead driver.

She moved past more zombies, a fire truck and several police cars. She saw a gate, moving towards it, slipping past it. She was in some kind of courtyard.. She moved past zombies and towards the building beyond it.

She ran towards it, realizing it was the Raccoon Police Department. She entered the door.

Everything after that.. just became surreal. That world, that city, that place.. was like a dream at the time. She couldn't believe it.. but she had to.

And Raccoon City had paid the highest price.. The lives of the citizens, gone in but a flicker.

The rest of the dream played out like always.