Resident Evil:
The Whole Story.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Wesker settled down on to his sofa and opened up his laptop, turning it on as he used a bottle opener to take off the cap of a bottle of beer, it was some generic brand that Wesker had never heard of and he would never normally drink this sort of swill but at the moment it was the best that he had to hand and he was at least capable of swallowing it.
Bravo's helicopter would've gone down about now, assuming they went to the right grid. Wesker had insisted that the first grid they search be the one closest to the estate, he hadn't commanded them only suggested because on the off chance that any of them did survive the next twenty-four hours then he wouldn't be quite as big a suspect.
A lot of his plan was riding on luck, most of Bravo he was certain would get to the mansion as it was in the centre of the gird and they would need to find a place where they could take shelter for the night and the mansion was the nearest place, the problem was there were some variables that even Wesker could not account for. The estate was also close to the train line that Umbrella owned and while it would be a long walk back they could theoretically make it back to the city by following the tracks.
There was also the off chance that the entire team had been killed when the helicopter had crashed, it was a slim possibility but it was a possibility none the less. It made things difficult if that as happened as if he was to gather accurate combat data then he needed two teams of subjects, one to set the base and the other to see how they preformed against those results.
If it turned out that Bravo Team had died when their helicopter had gone down then it made things more difficult for him but it wouldn't be impossible. Also if they did find the train tracks then they could also find the train itself and that presented an entire host of other problems, it was possible that they could get themselves killed by whatever had forced the train to stop and that would be unfortunate, he already had a team taking care of the train and if they happened to come across them then the team of Umbrella commandos would have no choice but to eliminate them, anything to protect the company secrets.
After a few more minutes there was a beep from the laptop and Wesker quickly hit a few keys in sequence and a small window popped open on the screen and Wesker was granted with the sight of the forest, coloured green by the night vision. He could hear the sound of heavy breathing on the other side of the feed and Wesker hit a button the keyboard. "Commander, can you read me?"
"I can read you Doctor Wesker, we touched down just over fifteen minutes ago." Commander Yanovich's calm voice filled his apartment. "We're close to the train's last know location, however I should let you know that five minutes ago we heard a helicopter and then what sounded like a crash. Please advice, should we investigate?"
At least he knew that the bomb he had planted on the helicopter had detonated, he had been half expecting that it would have malfunctioned. It would make sense given his luck at the moment. The bomb didn't have a timer, he couldn't risk it detonating while it was still at the police station after all. The bomb would detonate when it received a certain radio signal and the signal was being broadcast from the lab which he had setup the night before Bravo had left, Wesker couldn't enter the lab but he could use his laptop to connect to his terminal in the lab and rig it to broadcast the signal that would bring the helicopter down.
"Negative, it's just the local police force. If you happen across them then deal with it but otherwise they are to be left alone." Wesker said with a frown, he had hoped that the team he had sent in would have already found the train but he would have to worry about it later. "Remember, a clean sweep. Try and find out whatever caused the train to stop and deal with any hosts. Do you have what you need to destroy the train?"
"My team's always prepared Doctor. I'll keep you updated." And from that moment on their was only silence as Wesker watched the team advance through the woods, he was uncertain how effective they would be as it had been a while since this unit had been into the thick of it as it were. They had been stationed in Raccoon City as a standby unit and had not seen action in years.
Spencer had ordered an investigation in to the management training facility but other teams had been brought in to handle that and there had been still no word for them so they were more than likely dead. Wesker's plan was for the team to clear the train of any and all hostiles and then for them to get it running again, they would then take the train deeper into the forest and then stop it not far from the training facility. They would then destroy the train and investigate the training facility, to confirm if Spencer was right in his suspicions about the virus leaking from there.
From there things became rather complicated, the old mansion that the training canter had been set up in would need to be destroyed as well regardless if it had been the source of the leak or not but he was a little unsure as to how they would manage to do that. Most Umbrella facilities had a self destruct system that could be use in the event of an outbreak, partly to contain the infection but more often than not was simply used to get rid of any evidence that could be tied back to the company.
The training facility did have a self destruct system but as most of the equipment and all of the test subjects had been transferred to other facilities, following standard procedure the system would have been disarmed. It was possible that it had been overlooked but Wesker doubted it very much, if that was the case then he would need to think of another way to destroy the facility.
The team had explosives of course but only so much as they could carry and most it would be used to destroy the train, he doubted that there would be enough left over to destroy the training facility. There was the old vineyard housed in the basement of the house and if the wine had been left there then a bomb could be set in there, it would be a slow process but the entire building would burn down soon enough. It wouldn't destroy the labs as they would be shielded from the worst of it but they would be sealed off from the outside at least.
Once the training facility had been destroyed then the team would have to take a long hike through the woods to get back to their helicopter, of course the woods were crawling with infected hosts and it was more than likely that they would be killed before they made it back to their helicopter but in truth that served him better, they were U.S.S and first and foremost they were loyal to the company and the only reason that Wesker had been able to convince the team to investigate and deal with the train for him was due to the fact that the company had not ordered them not to do so.
He had taken a risk in trusting them but in truth he had been taking risks through this entire venture, he had taken a risk in hoping that Commander Yanovich or one of his men wouldn't report to the company, he had taken a risk in hoping that William wouldn't report directly to Spencer after Wesker had gone to see him in his lab, he had taken a risk in hoping that Bravo wouldn't find the bomb in the engine and he had taken a risk in assuming that the crash wouldn't kill all of them.
His entire life seemed to be composed of risks at the moment and there were still more that he would have to take before he was done. He would be as just as much danger as the rest of his team when they finally arrived in the mansion, and that was assuming that they didn't get killed on the journey there as they would be infected hosts and bio-weapons wandering the grounds outside the mansion. He had read the autopsies of all the victims that had been found thus far and many of them bore bite marks that had clearly not been made with human teeth and were more consistent with wolves, or dogs.
The virus had inconsistent effects, humans suffered from a severe loss of intelligence and from heavy necrosis which caused their movement to slow, however that only occurred in most subjects. In one out of every ten thousand something else was born out of a human being that had been infected by the T virus, a Tyrant. In truth the creature that resulted from that was not a true Tyrant, a Tyrant wasn't just created by the virus after all there were dozens of surgeries and chemical treatments that needed to be performed on the creature before it was truly battle ready. Before it was a true Tyrant.
But injecting the virus into a human and that human being that one in ten thousand gave them the building blocks they needed to start the process to make a Tyrant, the subject's skin would turn pale white, almost like the colour of milk and it would lose all of it's hair and the lips and the gums would pull back from the teeth which would become more pronounced. The subject would also continue to develop muscles at an alarming rate.
The virus was unstable of course and never truly stopped mutating and an apparatus had to be fitted to all of the Tyrants to constantly pump them full of a chemical mixture to keep them under control, a regular Tyrant was beyond dangerous but Wesker had seen recordings of what second stage mutations were like and he had no desire to see them in real life.
His thoughts drifted to the Tyrant that was being held in stasis in the bottom level of the lab, he had to admit that it would be a shame to see it go as he could appreciate the sheer mastery that had gone into creating it. Doctor Smith had never been quiet about the fact that she had been the head of the Tyrant program back in the day and she had created the first two models.
The T-001 had been deemed a failure by upper management and they had ordered that it was to be incinerated despite all of Doctor Smith's protests, she had seemed so proud of it from what Wesker could recall of those times. Still, her objections had fallen on deaf ears and the creature had been disposed off and Doctor Smith had been ordered to begin work now a newer model, and she had been warned to make certain that none of the flaws would be present in this newer model.
The T-002 had been an significant improvement over it's other model, one of the main problems with the T-001 had been that it's spinal cord had been exposed and it made for an obvious target and it had also affected the creature's nervous system, the thing would often experience tremors and sometimes it would even suffer from full on seizures. Needless to say it wouldn't suit as a weapon.
The T-002 had it's problems, while the process had been improved so that the spinal cord wouldn't burst out of the thing's back and they had managed to avoid damage to the nervous system, the creature's speed was marked as a weakness, the thing had leg's like tree trunks and it couldn't carry it over anything other than a slow plod. Many battlefield scenarios had pointed out that it would be very easy for a tank to line up it's canon and blow the thing to pieces.
Still, it had been considered a marked improvement so Doctor Smith had just narrowly avoid being "accidently" run over in the company parking lot, it hadn't been improved enough however and the project had been taken out of her hands and the woman had never forgotten that. The T-002 had been left in the lab as a reminder and Wesker often found Doctor Smith just staring at the creature in it's stasis tube, perhaps wondering what she could have done differently.
It suddenly occurred to Wesker that Doctor Smith was more than likely dead, and if she wasn't then she would be soon. The thought didn't upset him exactly, he had not liked the woman. He hadn't like any of the staff if he was going to be honest about it, he barely knew half of their names, it just surprised him. It hadn't really occurred to him until this moment that he wouldn't be seeing any of the people he had spent close to ten years working with ever again, most of them would be dead.
It was a sobering thought.
He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of Commander Yanovich's voice. "Doctor Wesker, we have found the train. I repeat we have found the train." Wesker snapped his gaze back to the screen of his laptop and he couldn't stop the smirk from forming on the face as he saw the Ecliptic Express appear from out of the darkness of the forest.
"Excellent work, Commander. Please proceed." Wesker couldn't officially give them any commands so he just had to hope that they would go along with what he wanted, it was another of the seemingly endless risks that he had to take lately. "Proceed with caution, I doubt it will be without danger."
"Understood Doctor." And with that there was silence aside from the team's breathing and the sound of a cricket chirping off in the distance, one of the team members reached out with their hand and slid one of the train compartment's doors open and team suddenly hurried inside, their machine guns held up and their night vision brought the dark compartment to horrifying light.
It was a passenger compartment with chairs lining both sides of the compartment, the only space that held no chairs was a space for the door so people could walk in without bumping into the chairs. All of the chairs were ripped and splattered with stains that Wesker couldn't make out the colour of due to the night vision but given the state that the cabin was in he was fairly certain that he could make an educated guess. Above the chairs hung nets which luggage could be placed but several of them had been ripped and luggage was strewn about the compartment, some on the floor and some in the chairs.
Something that sounded like a cross between someone chocking and someone coughing filled Wesker's ears and he was almost certain that he heard someone vomiting. "Apologises Doctor." Yanovich said, sounding uncomfortable which Wesker had to admit he found difficult to imagine as the man had always seemed to be a professional. "There is an...odour."
"God, what is that?" Another voice that Wesker didn't recognise asked, he hadn't bothered to learn any of their names aside from Yanovich. There wasn't much point after all. "I've been on terrible missions before and I've smelt a lot of shit, rotting flesh, burning flesh, rotting and burning flesh. But I've never smelt anything half as bad as that."
"It doesn't matter, we've got a job to do. Richards, get a hold of yourself we've got a job to do." As soon as the commander was uttered the noises stopped, almost as if they had never started. "We will proceed to the driver's compartment."
The began to move towards the door that would lead into the next compartment but Wesker couldn't help but feel uneasy, there had clearly been signs of a struggle, a slaughter to be more accurate, and yet there were no bodies. Infected hosts didn't have the intelligence to open doors and while they could break them down if there were enough of them and they beat on the door both doors were still completely intact without any sign of damage. He did not like it.
As the solider in the lead opened the door he was sent flying backwards after he was hit by something so fast that Wesker didn't have any time to make out what it was, he could see the roof of the compartment as the solider was sent flying and then he came to a harsh landing on the floor, his machine gun flying from his grip. From off camera Wesker heard gun shots and shouting and Wesker quickly began to type on his laptop, all of the soldiers would be wearing cameras and he could tap into another feed. He needed to see what was happening.
He accessed another feed but all he saw was a large fist colliding with the solider's face, breaking the camera that was mounted on the helmet and more than likely the solider's skull. The gunfire continued as Wesker tried to access another feed but all to soon it died down and there were screams to retreat, to run. Yanovich and a few of his men that there were left ran deeper into the train but soon enough the gunfire resumed and Wesker frowned, it seemed that they wouldn't be of any more use. More than likely they would be dead before they reached the front compartment.
Wesker swapped back to feed that he was watching originally, he needed to see what it was. But all too soon he wished that he hadn't as the creature that attack the team stepped into view of the camera. Staring down at the whimpering man with cold eyes, dead eyes.
Marcus.
The dead man raised up his foot and brought it down hard on to the man's face, breaking the camera as well and Wesker reached out and turned off the laptop. He didn't need to see anymore.
And as Wesker sat there in the darkness of his apartment, he simply tried his best to stop himself from shaking.
End of Chapter Twenty-Seven.
Sorry that this took so long, everyone. On top of writing other stuff I have also been playing Resident Evil Seven! What does everyone think of it? I honestly thought that it was really, really good! Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this chapter as much as I enjoyed writing it and as always please leave a review, a favourite and a follow.
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