There was only a solitary location for the rogue RPD captain to head towards once he could no longer hear the sounds of screams, gunfire and general carnage behind him. That was one of two attainable localities within the entire mansion and its surroundings where he could follow his masses' performance with no interruptions. It had to be the less grandiose of the two observing stations, as the preferred local, which was near where his precious subjects were held in cryogenic suspension, was simply too far afield at the moment. And while the former, less significant observation deck was less advanced and wasn't able to inspect every square inch of the environment, it did cover the most paramount locations within what Wesker considered to be his port of operations for the last two decades.
So settling down into the only compact chair inside the small room, he paid keen attention to the only black and white, silent screen that currently had activity within it, the other monitors showing only empty corridors or chambers.
Inside the silent screen that fixed his interest, the man behind the shades watched as officers Redfield and Valentine had cordoned off the hallway, both of them standing purposefully in front of agent Chambers, exactly like two parents may conceivably act when protecting a child against the onslaught of monsters. And in a show of intelligence that proved the pair were using their experience as well as subjective loyalty to each other, Valentine was currently keeping the hunters at bay via the use of her shotgun, while Redfield remained next to her as he reloaded his Magnum revolver.
An abstracted part of Wesker's mind asked which one of the three individuals had discovered the firearm that had been specially hidden mid the graveyard, coupled with several extra rounds, but regardless, the scene in front of him was invigorating and educational at the same time. So the Umbrella scientist felt glad that the technology within the mansion automatically recorded every scene spotted by the cameras that were operating by motion sensors. But for now, the RPD captain paid attention to the performance of his creatures as well as that of his STARS agents, knowing that the luxury he currently enjoyed would not last long. So bequeathing his very precious attention to the events in the screen, he saw that Valentine ran out of ammunition after killing the first five beasts who had charged at the group, thus taking one step backwards and allowing Redfield to start shooting the closest attacking behemoths, while the pair remained between the hunters and the fearful agent Chambers the entire time.
It was after Redfield had fired twice that the medic looked behind her and seemed to scream out, though Wesker obviously was deprived of hearing what she yelled. But he quickly realized what the youngster was agitated about, because the alpha team captain saw the hunter that he had shoved aside while leaving the spot of the confrontation as that monster was rushing towards the trio of humans from behind them, thus Redfield and Valentine never saw it coming. Turning her gaze in the direction that Chambers was indicating, Valentine gasped in her turn as she saw the creature bolting for them, especially when the older woman wasn't finished reloading her shotgun yet, and Redfield was still busy with his back turned to the two of them.
But just as Wesker expected to see that group of three being made smaller, he witnessed agent Chambers lifting up an item that he hadn't spotted in her hand before. The Bravo medic eagerly tossed the object into the hunter's face, who instinctively held on to the item with its left fingers before biting it. It was the last action the creature took before its head exploded and it dropped dead on the floor, the police captain noticing that Chambers had coated her home-made explosive with a substance that the monster would be tempted to eat.
Sitting back with a tight-lipped smirk on his face, Wesker thought internally that it was typical of STARS training and resourcefulness to survive even such encounters. They were the best, after all, and nothing less than them was worthy of serving as combat data for his creatures. But regardless, he had to grant that he was dissatisfied with the outcome, as it now appeared that none of those three agents were disuniting as a result of the hunters' offensive. Wesker would have found it more agreeable if at least one of their little tryst had been forced to divert from the other two while they escaped his hunters' assault, if only because keeping the team together meant they would all die when they were overwhelmed at a future time. And the scientist would've preferred to not be laden with only agents Aitken and Burton just yet.
As he kept watching intently, he saw Valentine gripping Chambers' hand and leading the medic away from the scene after she tapped Redfield on the shoulder to follow them. The machine expert led the puerile woman towards the opposite side of the hallway, eager to use the shotgun on any creatures that appeared from that proclivity just as the sole hunter had done a short time ago. As the marksman emptied the last ammunition within his Magnum revolver and incapacitated the nearest hunter to them, thus increasing the number of monster carcasses on the floor, he quickly walked backwards. The trio's path led them away from the current camera which was scrutinizing their progress, but soon into the sight of another one, thus they appeared on another television screen. Superseding the two women, Redfield came upon them as Valentine was busy testing the steel door to the room where Wesker's hated other half had discovered the hanging bodies a few minutes ago. Finding the door to be unlocked, Valentine bolted inside, looking over her shoulder as she waited for Chambers and Redfield to be right behind her. But Wesker was adjusted with plans of his own, and as the medic was about to go into the room also, with the marksman close behind her, he casually pressed a single, specific button which was among dozens of its kind near him.
In response to his action, the door to the room where agent Valentine had expected her colleagues to follow her was closed shut via remote access, thus dividing Valentine from the other two members of the team.
The surprise on both Chambers' and Redfield's facial expressions was obvious, even if whatever expletive the marksman used remained unheard. The medic only had one, desperate chance to test the door in an effort to open it, and when it remained locked as intended, an irate officer Redfield shoved her past that area since more hunters were only yards away from reaching them.
Feeling satisfied that he got plenty of useful data and managed to divide the STARS group at the same time, Wesker turned his attention away from the screens and reached for his government-issue radio.
"Barry, I require your attention", he spoke into the piece of machinery once the static cleared.
"Yeah, I'm here. What is it, Wesker?", Burton's annoyed voice sighed from the other end.
"I necessitate you to carry out a new assignment for me", Wesker replied, "And unlike your last undertaking for me, I do hope you will not be such a disappointment this time".
"What do you want done this time?" the weapons expert questioned, sounding as agitated as he undoubtedly felt.
"Pay close attention, as my time's short", the captain went on, "And I simply do not have time to repeat myself before I let my better half take over for a short intermission".
"Your better half? Who're you talking ab...", Burton started asking.
"Here's your task, Barry", Wesker interrupted, "And do stop asking so many questions which are irrelevant to what's required of you".
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Agent Burton moved quickly through the grisly pile of dead hunters as he heard the repeated screams followed by the blunt noises that emanated from the other side of the door. It sounded like whoever could be found on the other side was repeatedly trying to kick through the unyielding door, and with no success, which wasn't a surprise, considering how strong the metal doorway was designed to be. With the trusty Colt Python remaining in his left grip, and wishing that the piece of weaponry wasn't the only aspect he could count on, either because of his superior's treachery or because of his own betrayal of his friends, the red-haired man swiftly opened the steel entryway. As he'd been predicted by Wesker, the door turned out to be unlocked from his end, and agent Valentine sighed with a mixture of relief and anxiety as she stepped through the opening.
"Jeez, thanks, Barry", the young woman sighed again as she retained a death grip on her shotgun, almost as one would hold on to a life preserver in the middle of the ocean, which to be fair, Burton thought was applicable in this mansion.
After all, anyone who ended up being unarmed in the middle of the proverbial hornet's nest may have died as easily as a non-swimmer in deep water. So it was good that the young woman apparently still had a reliable weapon at her disposal, at least when it came to the threats she could see. Regardless, Burton remembered his orders, which started with him having to keep his knowledge about Wesker's double-dealing to himself, as always.
"I was getting seriously pissed off at banging my foot against that damn thing", Valentine rested the weapon against her own shoulder, so the barrel pointed towards the ceiling behind her, "Like a twisted ankle isn't bad enough! Another minute of this and I was ready to open fire and take my chances against the lock, reinforced or not".
"I'm glad I was able to help you then, Jill", Burton gave his most sincere fake smile, "Better save that ammo for the creatures anyway".
"Are Chris and Rebecca here?", the machine expert then spun her head around, quickly remembering that she shouldn't be so relaxed as she brought the shotgun back to a ready position in front of her.
She was disappointed to not see either officer there, the only sight greeting her being agent Burton and over a dozen carcasses who had tried to attack them a short time ago. Thankfully, there were no human remains anywhere she could see, which probably meant that Redfield and Chambers had vacated the premises after she had gotten mysteriously locked in the room behind her, and whatever hunters remained alive must've chased after the pair.
"Uh, no. I didn't see any of them", the older man admitted, "I was just walking through this area and trying to clear my head when I started hearing gunfire. By the time I ran here to investigate, there was only you. Whatever happened here anyway, Jill?".
"Well... It's weird", Valentine began to explain, realizing that she would have a problem retelling the occurrences, especially since she didn't understand how she became trapped in the room and separated from her two partners in the first place, "I mean, it's a long story, OK? Look, how about you, Barry? If anything, it's you that I'm more concerned about now. You've been acting strange for a while now, and you started talking to me before that strange bitch-monster showed up that we pushed over the edge. But I wish you had stayed with me instead of running off like that. Just what's going on with you that's bothering you so much?".
"To be honest, that's what I was thinking over", Burton explained, clearly embarrassed about the issue, "Look, I'll explain all that's going on now, Jill, but it'll be easier if I show you what I'm talking about instead of just telling you. Why don't you come with me? It'll be a relief to finally be able to show this to you. And maybe we'll find Chris along the way, too".
"OK, sounds good to me", Valentine glanced over the remains of the hunters on the floor, tracing the path that Burton had taken to reach her position through the pool of blood on the floor, and also making sure that none of those creatures were still alive to spring back to their feet.
None were, so the younger agent regained a relaxed stance as she casually followed officer Burton's lead, wondering what was so important that it was better to be shown than told.
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Captain Wesker suspiciously gazed around his environment for the tenth time during the last minute as he progressed through the dark, haze-filled corridor, trying hard to not be distracted by the sight of the smoke that loudly hissed at him from vents near the ceiling. As if the shadows that could be found everywhere weren't a strong enough possible hiding place for any biological weapon, the loud fog was being constantly fired down in his direction from those upper vents worsened the already poor visibility there. So all in all, the RPD officer was glad that he hadn't lost the grip on his Desert Eagle during the last confrontation when the four humans seemed like they were about to be over-run by hunters. On top of that, he was also happy to know that his experience and control over the weapon was so advanced that he could feel safe in targeting enemies while avoiding friends or innocent bystanders, should any of those three types of creatures surprise him from the darkness or the shadows.
But as odd as it sounded, the current surroundings weren't Wesker's biggest dilemma. Instead, the man in the shades simply couldn't recall what happened once he spotted the small army of hunters who were rushing towards him and his STARS subordinates. The last image in his mind was of him diving to retrieve the Desert Eagle as he heard at least one male voice followed by a female one, and instead of the battle he had expected to follow, the next conscious thought in his brain involved him being in this new area. He had absolutely no idea how he came to be here, nor of the fate that had occurred to agents Chambers, Valentine, or even officer Redfield, since Wesker was worried about all three individuals, even the young man who had so dearly wished to kill him where he stood a short time ago.
After all, he couldn't have blamed Redfield for hating him, not when the marksman had believed that he was still in league with Umbrella. And Wesker thought that it was too bad that he hadn't been able to convince the younger officer of his loyalty to STARS, though the image of himself as a scientist was yet another piece of mystery that the RPD found himself to be pondering about just now. Why had that fake picture been made and left within the lab? Had Claymont anticipated his treachery against Umbrella after he had discovered those human bite marks on the remains of that family? If so, then the White Umbrella vice-president could've engineered exactly such an event in a last ditch effort to create mistrust between him and his followers when Wesker had arrived to raze the Umbrella infrastructure down to the ground.
Of course Claymont had done such a thing, Wesker told himself in a quiet tone, almost feeling ashamed at the fact that it had taken him so long to reason out the vice-president's intentions. His feelings towards his original employer must have been very obvious after he tried to call Claymont on his cell-phone immediately after finding evidence of human experimentation. And he was sure that the receptionist who had spoken to him then informed the Umbrella higher ups of his fury at being told that no one was there to be addressed directly. After suspecting that he was ready to switch sides and may be coming after them personally, those Umbrella board members were already trying to cover their tracks while being relocated, and if they could create doubt in the minds of anyone that Wesker tried to convince of Umbrella's crimes against humanity, then surely they would. And their ploy had almost worked, too. Who knows what might've happened if Redfield had decided to open fire from a distance, preferring to kill him on the spot rather than interrogating him after seeing the picture and then listening to agent Valentine's consultation afterwards?
Regardless, captain Wesker intentionally placed the thought at the back of his mind for now, realizing he had bigger concerns. The first was that he had lost contact with his colleagues from STARS, again, and just like before, he couldn't remember how. That repeated fact was beginning to seriously annoy him. In addition, he was now inside some unknown, dark, smoke-filled hallway, and he was walking towards the metal door that was at the end of this corridor, all without knowing why. This place felt so familiar to him, as if he had spent countless days and nights around here, but he could not remember ever seeing it before in his life. So why the feeling of familiarity with an area that he had never seen before?
And worst of all, the head of both STARS teams could feel his own mouth moving and forming coherent words of their own accord, even though he wasn't the one who was speaking them. Instead, his own voice was coaxing him to keep moving ahead, until he had passed the metal doorway which almost seemed like it was patiently waiting for him to cross it and enter whatever horror Wesker was sure it contained on its other side.
He had seen more monsters during his 20-year long career with Umbrella Security than he could count, and every single creature was killed or incapacitated after confronting him. Once he had been sent to the RPD, he had gone up against dangerous criminals who had ruthlessly tried to take his life, and he had beaten down or intentionally murdered every one of them too. As a result, Wesker had never been one to be afraid of whatever challenge or enemy was thrown at him.
So why was he feeling the closest he had come to experiencing fear now that he was slowly approaching this door? He had undergone extreme frustration for the first time that he could remember earlier tonight when he saw miss Warren's ghost for the first time and then the distressed teenager had disappeared. That emotion was bad enough, but even that was much easier to deal with than the fear that was beginning to overwhelm his sense at the present time, leading to a faster heartbeat and less concentration on his surroundings.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Wesker tried to tell himself that there was nothing to be afraid of, that whatever monster or obstacle may have been waiting on the other side of that forbidden entryway could be overcome by use of his wits, fighting prowess and ultimately, his firearm. Unfortunately for him, however, this was one time when his confidence didn't remain as steady as he always remembered it to be. And why was his mouth creating words in his voice that were not his? While the voice continued sounding like his, the tone was not. His voice had never particularly been warm or friendly, but it certainly wasn't the vicious snarl that was currently emanating from his own lips.
Once he was just within an arm's reach of the metal surface, the STARS leader stopped moving, wishing he could turn around and leave this place forever, and wanting to avoid going through the door the same way that someone who suffers from arachnophobia would wish to avoid entering a room full of spiders. He almost hoped that the chamber on the other side was full of dozens of large, aggressive, virus-infected creatures. At least then he'd know how to deal with them. But regardless of how dearly he wished to be elsewhere, and in the company of his fellow STARS members, he knew that he couldn't leave, not when he was this close to what he knew was the answer to all the questions that were plaguing him all night long.
So trying desperately to ignore the ever-louder beating of his heart, and noting that fear was definitely a variable he could spend the rest of his life doing without, captain Albert Wesker walked forward.
A metal barrier lifted upwards with a smooth, mechanical movement, allowing the tense man to step past it and into the darkness ahead.
The sight that greeted him on the other side of the door was one that didn't immediately register to his eyes, which was unusual by itself, considering that it was quick identification and response to situations that continued his survivals while working for Umbrella or the RPD. Instead, Wesker's mouth started to flap open and shut of its own accord, gasping unintelligibly, while his eyes widened in shock from behind the sunglasses. He felt as though he was suddenly being strangled, though no external force was restraining his ability to breathe.
That's because several yards into the room that lay on the other side of the now-closed metal door were two clusters of clear cryogenic tubes, each of which remained standing in a vertical position. Every one of those containers was filled with a liquid substance, probably used to maintain the single creature that was kept in stasis inside of it. Most of them were full, holding what appeared to be a non-human organism within, but one of the tubes which was in the row closest to where the STARS captain stood contained either the unconscious body or the remains of miss Shakahnna Warren herself.
For what it was worth, a detached part of Wesker's mind could spot air bubbles reaching the surface of the liquid that was inside the container, so that should've informed him that the teenager was still alive. But such thoughts weren't going through the officer's mind at the current time because he was still too busy feeling shocked at the sight before him, in addition to the headache that was forming in his less than stable consciousness. He involuntarily recalled a mental picture that had been buried in his memories for the last two decades, without him even knowing that it was there, as he saw himself standing within a science lab, much like the one here. Wesker recalled being in the company of doctor William Birkin and director general Marcus, and that had been the first time he saw a living human being who was strapped down to a gurney. He had stared into the face of that unfortunate man, who was missing a leg, as it was hacked off at the knee, leaving an angry stump, a hand which had not quite been severed and missing an eye. A black hole was staring back where the eye had once been as the victim was then injected with the Progenitor virus for the purposes of deducing its regenerative qualities. Wesker had seen that the person wasn't sedated, a trail of blood running down his face and then dripping down the gurney as well as the floor. Even though the victim had no coherency, the single eye socket that had been glazed over was still staring back into the 18-year old Wesker's face, prompting the young doctor to believe that he was being accused of initiating the crime against humanity which he was witnessing for the first time.
Of course, director general Marcus had believed that both doctors Birkin and Wesker were ready to see the uglier side of Umbrella that day, and Birkin had actually suspected that it was what he had been taken on tour to be shown, but Wesker had clearly not. The monstrous acts that Marcus was responsible for had prompted young doctor Wesker to turn his gaze towards the much older man, his mind still racing to come up with the appropriate words to express the shock and outrage he felt at this time, and his intention being that of wishing to evacuate out of this place and report what he had seen to the appropriate authorities. In fact, Wesker had found himself wishing that he was a police officer right then and there, as that would've given him the power to arrest his supervisor for initiating that human experiment and his colleague for not reacting with the same righteous indignation that he was.
But none of that happened, as doctor Wesker's mind had succumbed to the reality of what he had seen, and was soon overcome with his sadistic alter ego, as his second consciousness was born at that time. In fact, the second personality had turned to Marcus and Birkin and then continued discussing the details of the experiment before them, with the same casual manner that an ordinary person may discuss the weather or the news. The original Wesker had felt too dissatisfied with his field and had opted to move on towards a job at Umbrella Security soon thereafter, never remembering the real reason why he felt uncomfortable around the scientific branch of his employer's infrastructure.
It hadn't taken either Marcus or Birkin very long to understand what had happened, but both individuals were happy to let sleeping dogs lie, preferring to not risk upsetting the original Wesker's ignorant stay in Umbrella. That was just so they could keep working with the second Wesker, whose scientific knowledge and ruthlessness to carry out whatever experiments were necessary made him one of Umbrella's most treasured assets.
Regardless, all those thoughts and memories raced through captain Wesker's mind within an instant as he continued staring at Shakahnna Warren's still figure.
The recollections he briefly experienced may have led him to remember what truly happened to him twenty years ago, if not for the current assault of pain in his forehead which threatened to drown out even the surprise and outrage he felt now.
It wasn't long before the leaders of STARS felt his second personality within the chamber, this time much stronger than when he was watching agent Valentine sleep earlier tonight. He wished so dearly to not feel that ulterior presence, wanting instead to keep investigating what had happened to the redhead that he was searching for all night long. So Wesker tried to ignore the ever-worsening ache in his skull and attempted to pay attention to the teenager who seemed to wear a sad expression on her face as she continued floating within the tube. Physically, the young woman appeared pale, as the older man lowered the Desert Eagle barrel towards the floor and reached for her with his outstretched free hand while trying to approach the cylinder.
The teenager's name was the last word he heard himself uttering before the pain he was experiencing became even worse, reaching the point of intolerability and forcing Wesker to stop his forward progress. It drove the police captain down on one knee as he struggled against the torture in his head, but ultimately failed.
Albert Wesker stood back up, easily brushed off the bit of dust that had gotten on his uniform while his previous self had been dragged down to one knee, and smiled demurely at the joy of being back in his home.
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"As always, there is a distinctly more pleasurable quality to be in surroundings that are one's own", Albert Wesker mused as he stared at the row of cryogenic tubes that were a few feet away from him.
The closest cylinder to his bearing restricted the teenaged redhead who was the objective of the search conducted by the plebeian for the last several hours. The Umbrella scientist's hated opponent had been so busy running around in circles while trying to contrive clues regarding Warren's whereabouts. So Wesker snickered over the irony that the RPD officer had cracked under pressure as soon as he was led down to this chamber, just as the Umbrella employee was assured the captain would, which is why he had led the STARS leader down here in the first place.
Of course, now that he was here, and his dormant personality was thankfully just that - dormant, the researcher had to carefully implement the next phase of his complicated plan. But he had every confidence that his desires would be fulfilled. After all, things had gone either as expected, or in some cases even better than expected, so far. So there was no evidence to suggest that his carefully-laid master plan to evade Umbrella, get his hands on the ultimate bio-organic weaponry, and finally to rid himself of his other half would not come to fruition.
"Umbrella is reaching a point of desperation", he continued talking into his Dictaphone, "That factor expounds why those panjandrums in the upper echelon wish to get their pristine hands on all data regarding the virus. The amount of impatience they've thus far shown leads me to believe that the infernal machine is ticking away and under-handed methods are sure to make an appearance. In view of their ineptitude dealing with this premeditated and monitored spill, one has to speculate what would be the end result if an operative was killed during their retrieval and such a virus was spilled uncontrollably and by accident".
He stopped briefly, looking over Shakahnna Warren's figure as the teenager remained floating in the tube.
"But I digress. This isn't the time to be discussing such hypothetical musings", he continued, "Concurrently, all that necessitates to be cited is that progression towards the destruction of all mention of my female tyrantwho's before me now. Once my employers believe me to expired, they are less likely to come after this particular diamond in the rough. They had never accepted my hypothesis of her abilities, so the odds of them assuming that she died here with me are nearly perfect. By the time her DNA is the forefront of my research, no other scientist who was privy to the result will be alive".
He paused for another moment, stopping the Dictaphone so as to save its recording time as he looked back towards the row of cylinders that were preceding him. He knew the aggregate of information about each creature that were held within them, and it was unfortunate that most of those beings wouldn't be making the trip to HCF with him, as he remembered working tirelessly while conducting various trials on every one. But regardless of how he felt about his past work, he knew that leaving these creatures behind, and thus forgetting about the advancement of research they could've brought, was a necessary evil. After all, no matter how many of the stasis tubes he looked at, his gaze always returned to his two prized specimens, those being the giant, asexual tyrant and the smaller one which resembled a human teenager. With these two beings transported to HCF to accompany him to his new facility there, Wesker knew that there would be enough work, potential knowledge and power to keep him busy for many years to come. So when all was said and done, leaving the other creatures behind was a small price that Wesker was more than willing to pay.
"It is bad form to spend all of one's time going on about one's prized pupils", he continued speaking after restarting the Dictaphone, "Among the many things learned this evening was that Sarton's hypothesis was surprisingly accurate. The V-acts appear at least to be created when the T-virus is transmitted through blood or saliva, which in turns gives them the ability to regenerate even after all motor functions are disabled. But if the same virus was caught while it was airborne, it does not provide the ability to mutate the carrier into a V-act. That's a factor worth noting for future references".
A pause to breathe in and out.
"My STARS' progression is satisfactory", he added, leisurely pacing the floor of his lab back and forth, enjoying his last night here, "The majority of the strategically placed weaponry that was distributed have already been found, and my agents have put them to good use. Even though most of the infected inhabitants of this compound have been dealt with and are no longer active, mainly due to the actions of Chris Redfield and my good friend, the data gained from their demise is valuable indeed".
It was then that Wesker shut the Dictaphone off, putting the machine down next to one of the computer monitors before resuming his admiration of the female tyrant specimen that floated before him.
"And that concludes my notes for this segment of the game. Undeniably you would be rapt to know if you only could hear me", he addressed the redhead while he was standing still and with his hands casually resting by the sides of his blue STARS uniform. Knowing that his subject would be eager to hear all that he had to say, Shakahnna was no doubt as obsessed with these assessments as Wesker was himself.
"A Machiavellian plan of this scale is simply too good to be kept to one's self", he continued talking to the teenager in the tube even though it was obvious she wouldn't be able to hear or respond, so he walked up to the cryogenic cylinder and leaned against it, "It would be awfully conceited to explain it to the subjects right before they were sent to their creator, but since you are such a captive audience, perhaps I may enthral you with my acumen".
He looked up into her face, almost as if he had expected her to wake up, which she was not capable of doing.
"It is so regrettable, miss Warren, that you struggled and refused to co-operate", he reproached her, "If you had obliged me instead of fighting me at every opportunity you had, you would have been mistress of this manner. It would be most unwise to maltreat my most valuable prize, so I still cannot fathom what motivations you may have had to make this difficult for yourself. It is, of course, only you who will suffer the repercussions of your actions, as I will get the legacy that I planned. A cosy settlement, don't you think? With your extraordinary biology and with time, you will do what is best. Sooner or later you will understand what is to be gained here. The legions of tyrants will be one for the history books indeed. Although I have doubt it will be recorded for the benefit of future generations".
The Umbrella scientist turned and walked away from the water filled prison that he had been addressing so far, but continued talking as he did.
"I merely have to remain until I get all that I require, at this point", he proudly boasted, "There hasn't been a single variable that did not go exactly to plan, starting with the dysfunctional radios that I planted within the Alpha and Bravo teams. As expected, that kept them isolated from each other, all except for Barry, of course, though I can assure you it would have been his preferable option".
He chuckled at the last statement as he stopped and looked towards Shakahnna Warren's tube one more time.
"Magnificent, don't you think?", his leer widened, "Well, perhaps not at this moment in time, I cannot imagine that it is an agreeable environment but that fate is one you choose for yourself and thus why you are in stasis now, when you could have been awake and enjoying your existence, miss Warren. But as stated previously, the fact that you resisted is no one's fault but your own. I had no qualms about being generous towards you, especially if you had facilitated every request I made. But you are not the only one who insists on going against my wishes, now are you?".
With that, Wesker turned his attention back to the computer monitor that was on the other side of the chamber.
For the first time in a while, he felt himself gritting his teeth in anger.
"There is little point in dwelling on those events that did not transpire as I wished", he tried to calm himself down, with some success, "Even though the tests that we have undertaken together were very limited, I should convey a degree of gratitude in your favour after all. It would have taken a lot more energy to cow him into submission if you hadn't forced him down merely by your presence in this he has caused me a degree of consternation, since it's most audacious of him to remove one of my pets. Rest assured, my dear, he'll be paying the penalty for his years of insubordination soon enough, so there's no need for me to wallow about that issue".
He had to admit that thinking about his plans for the next hour, which involved the remaining members of both STARS teams, and especially his other, most hated personality, was enough to bring a genuine smile to his face.