Hello and welcome~ who is ready for a fun and dramatic Second generation Zombie fighter story? This story will take place 22 years in the future and will mostly be featuring the Son of Chris Redfield, and the Daughter of Heisenberg as a Fun time leap into the future of the RE universe. This is my first attempt at writing something that's more or less Completely original within the RE universe and does not rely on Canon lore.
This does build off my other Fan fictions, but you should be able to enjoy this story without reading either of my previous stories.
That being said, for those that are interested in seeing how these kids and relationships came to be, I recommend 'The Agent Next Door' if you're interested in Chris x OC cuteness. For those interested in chaotic Heisenberg x OC shenanigans I recommend 'Bond Polarity'. Both of which occasionally intersect while following and working with canon game lore, add explanations for various plot holes and oversights, building some additional original content and some additional speculation on where the plot might go in the future. Those who have read either one of them will have a lot more 'oh shit that makes sense' moments since those stories are interwoven after the events of RE8.
With that bit of self-promotion out of the way, XD I present to you, Immortal Machines.
Song suggestion: Achilles Come Down by Gang Of Youths
disclaimer: I own nothing. I'm just having a good time lol CapCom, please don't sue xD
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Green eyes reluctantly opened as a young man reached over to turn off his alarm clock before rubbing at his face. Another day, another dollar closer to moving out. With that thought, he pushed himself to get up and get ready for work. He put on his uniform, laced up his boots, and ran his hand through his short wiry brown hair in place of brushing it before heading down the stairs. Sitting on the couch was an older pepper haired man who was relaxing and reading from a tablet.
"Morning Dad," The young man says as he heads over to the fridge.
"Morning," Chris says from his place in the living room. "Traffic's bad today," he says in a subtle warning to not be late to work.
"I'm heading out now," the young man replied as he opened the fridge to look for something to eat before heading out. He grabbed a carton of milk to take a drink. Had he not been distracted by his search, he would have heard the basement door open.
"Piers Nivans Redfield, I know you are not drinking out of the milk carton," says a woman's voice causing him to jolt and look over to see his mother holding a laundry basket that was resting against her hip.
And busted. "Mom! Hey," he clears his throat. "When did you get there?"
"The 'family germs' rule does not apply to the milk," the woman says with an annoyed frown before giving a tired sigh.
"Right, Sorry," He says as he closes the container and puts it back. "I'm heading out," he says and starts making a Beeline for the door to avoid a lecture.
"Pick up a new carton on your way back okay?" the woman requests while frowning.
"Can do," he replies as he takes his keys off the key rack and an expression of realization crosses his face. "Oh. I um. have a team meeting after work so i'm going to be home late," he calls back to the house and heads out to his vehicle.
"Okay be safe," his mother says while Chris Chuckles to himself and waits for the door to close.
"He means he's going out for drinks," Chris translates.
"Drinking? He's too young," the woman replies concerned.
"He's 21, he's allowed," Chris points out with a slight smirk. "besides Em, if he has your liver he'll be fine."
Emma frowns a bit. "I'm still annoyed that my brother told you about that... Fine, you made your point."
"Well, I could always go in and check on him. Check on my old office. See how it's doing," Chris offers cautiously.
"Let your son work in peace," Emma half-heartedly chides. "Besides, you're retired," she adds as an amused smile forms.
"I'm a consultant," he corrects. "I'll retire when I'm dead," he says with a laugh and goes back to his reading as Emma goes back to morning chores.
"That's what I'm worried about," she says under her breath as she walks away.
'*'*'*'*'
Piers made his way into the BSAA Headquarters and walked through a large open area of various desks for field agents and stopped in front of one that held a relatively new name plate. Piers Nivans Redfield, SOA Agent. While he'd only started the job a few months ago his excitement and determination remained. He smiles as he takes his seat and starts getting to work.
"Well hey there little brother," says a voice from behind him as he feels someone mess up his hair.
"Summer stop," He says annoyed as he moves to swat her hands away and fix his hair. The woman in question laughs at that. "Sorry, didn't realize you were 'too cool' to talk to your dear older sister." she says as she moves to stand next to his desk. She was roughly ten years older, wearing a similar BSAA uniform though she was a few ranks higher than piers going by her patches one of which displayed the name 'Summer Martin'.
"Would you stop that? If you keep saying that, people are going to think we're actually related," Piers points out in return. "Besides using your logic we'd be cousins at best." he points out in return.
"Hmm someone woke up on the wrong side of the cot. I guess that means you don't want this then," Summer says while holding up a large document envelope. "Someone forgot to check the mailroom on the way in."
"I was getting to it," he replied with a frown.
"Mhm," She replied though she clearly didn't believe him. "Here," She says and hands over the envelope anyways. "We're still good for drinks later with the squads right?"
"Yeah, should be," he agrees and accepts the envelope to open it and read over the paper it held.
Monday, June 15th, 2044
Warrant for the arrest of Charlotte and Karl Heisenberg
"YES!" He says excited as he quickly moves to get up and start packing his things.
"Woah, calm down their cowboy where are you heading?" Summer says with a mixture of concern and confusion.
"All those late nights of digging through old files finally paid off," Piers says with a smile as he hands over the paper for Summer to read.
"... this is for one of your dad's old cold cases right?" Summer asks while reading it over.
"Yep," he says in return as he starts to walk away from his desk and summer follows behind him. "Took a while but thanks to some of the recent tech advancements we have for reviewing crime scenes I was able to go back and find some new evidence that puts Charlotte on the scene of the crime meaning they lied the whole way through their court case. They're absolutely toast."
"This case is older than you, What judge is interested in digging this back up?" Summer asks while reading over the warrant.
"Federal crimes don't have a statute of limitation," Piers points out still as happy as could be.
"Don't you think the resources are better spent elsewhere though?" Summer asks with a wince. "I mean it's been at least 20 years, and they've been clean sense."
"That we know of," Piers points out in return. "If they managed to get away with that, who knows what else they've been up to."
It was a decent point. "... Fine, I'm going with you then," Summer replies in return.
"Not a chance," Piers says as he finally stops by a weapons locker to sign out some gear for the trip. "I need to do this alone. It's always 'ah you're just here because of your dad' and 'Oh hey, it's Chris Redfield's son'." he explains while gearing up. "I want to be Piers. What better way for them to see me for my achievements then to do something my dad couldn't." the young man explains and turns to look at summer who was still not impressed.
"You're going to get into trouble," Summer warns.
"Not if I manage to pull this off," He replies and holds out his hand. "Warrant."
"No," she says in return.
"Summer give me the paper," he replies and moves to grab it only for her to move it out of the way.
"No," Summer replied with a stubborn expression A few more attempts to grab the warrant occurred before she held the paper over her head. Piers looked down at her with a questioning stare and just, took the paper.
"That only works if you're taller," Piers points out as he folds the warrant and pockets it.
"Yeah well I used to be, goddamn growth spurt bullshit," Summer says with a pout.
"Your dad is going to be pissed if he hears you talking like that," Piers points out before doing a mental double check of his gear to make sure he has everything he needed.
Summer grumbles in return and crosses her arms. "Fine. Whatever. I'm not bailing you out of this one though," she replies with a frown. "And try to be back in time for drinks okay? We never hang out anymore."
"On it, it's just a quick flight to New York and back. I'll be back by lunch," Piers says waving off the concern and moves to head out for the airfield.
After showing the warrant and explaining why he needed the equipment he was cleared to take one of the smaller 4-seat commuter vehicles for a quick flight over to New York and lands the vehicle down the road from the address listed on the reports.
The house in question was a good half of a mile away from the main road, tucked away in a green forest like grove of trees. The only thing suggesting the house was even there was a worn out driveway which the young agent avoided walking on or near. Instead, Piers quietly walked through the forest while trying to stay hidden. He wanted to make sure he had the right place before barging in. Summer did have a point that the records were old, and they very well could be out of date.
'*'*'*'*'
"Natalie have you seen your father?" Asks a woman as she walks down one of two different flights of stairs. That lead to two separate second floor lofts.
"No clue," says the silver haired girl who was laying on the living room couch with a bored expression.
"If you see him let him know I need to talk to him," the woman requests as she heads over to the fridge to dig through it for something to eat.
"Did you check the shop?" Natalie asks as she shifts to get up and stretch.
"... I have a few minutes before my next meeting. Suppose I should check there if he's not inside," the woman replies while bobbing her head.
"A little fresh air never hurts even if he's not there," The daughter points out before her expression shifted to confused curiosity. "I'll be on the patio if you need me," she adds as she walks over to the large glass wall and opens the door to head out to the deck. She could have sworn she saw something move. As she walked over, she was able to see a peculiar sight of a young man in military gear crouching and shuffling around while trying to hide in the bushes and tall flowers of the garden below the patio.
Piers looked around with a slight frown. The mission report mentioned there was a tree around here with a good vantage point... now which one was it.
The silver haired girl's lips curled to a wolfish smile as she shifted to climb onto the patio banister so she could leap down to land in the garden a good 10 feet below where she was before.
"Hey," she says as she walks towards the young man's hiding place.
Piers winces and ducks a bit in response which causes her to laugh.
"Yeah no I can still see you," She says and shifts to stand in a more relaxed stance as she crosses her arms. "Who are you?"
Well, there goes the stealth option... He shifts to stand up and dust himself off. "Piers Redfield, I'm conducting surveillance regarding the warrant for a Mr. and Mrs. Heisenberg." he says as he moves to show his badge.
Well shit... play it cool. "Oh, a cop again?" She rolls her eyes at that. Figure out if he has metal on him... "Go away then. Mom and Dad did nothing wrong." she says and moves to shove him.
Clink.
She held back a smile in favor of holding a neutral expression. That sounded like metal. Could be ceramic though...
He takes a step back since she pushed him. He wasn't interested in getting into a fight with a civilian. "They're connected to trespassing and theft of bioweapon related materials and past events of mass destruction, that's hardly innocent."
"I. Said. GO!" Natalie says giving another push after each word. Each clink and clank made it all the more apparent that he was wearing metal plating. Perfect. "You're not welcome here." She adds with a grumpy expression. Last warning kid.
"Would you stop that?" Piers replies as he does end up backing up to avoid conflict. "I don't want to have to hurt a civilian."
At this point, she starts snickering. "You didn't do your homework very well." He was definitely wearing metal then. "You're going to need A LOT more than that little toy pistol you have there," She says as she gestures to the weapon at his hip before using her powers to pull up on the metal embedded into her shoes and belt, so she could gently float in the air.
Piers watches stunned "You're a Bioweapon" He hadn't actually seen one before. With that realization, he quickly moved to draw his weapon only for it to get pulled from his hand and tossed away with a wave of her hand.
"Boo," She replies in a bored tone before making a gripping motion with her hand and lifting it up, causing piers to start floating thanks to the metal in his vest and padding.
"Oh shit," he says under his breath.
"Maa! There's a police officer in the garden again!" Natalie shouts as she waves her index finger up and down to toss the agent around in the air. This was good practice.
It takes a minute but the woman from before walks out to the patio and looks down to see the two.
"Oh great...," The woman says under her breath before taking out a thin metal and glass device from her pocket, so she could poke at it before holding it to the side of her face.
Chris was in the middle of his midday workout when his phone started to ring. He stopped what he was doing and wiped the sweat away with a towel before picking up the phone. "Chris speaking."
"Hey, come pick up your kid he's ruining my flower bed." The woman says unamused as she watches her daughter continue to torment the young agent.
"Charlotte?" Chris asks confused as it takes a second for what she said to click. "What the f- what is he doing in New York?" Chris asks as he quickly starts moving up the stairs to exit the basement and start looking around for his keys.
"I'm afraid I haven't asked yet, but given he's related to you, I can only assume," The woman replies whiles shaking her head.
Emma watched confused "What's wrong?"
Chris covers the phone's receiver. "Piers is in New York."
"What on earth is he doing there?" Emma asks confused.
Chris goes back to the phone call. "Can you put him on the line?"
"One second." She replies and leans her head away from the device. "Natalie, stop tormenting the boy and bring him here please."
"Fiiine," Natalie replies and with another raise and swipe of her hand she lifts Piers so he's floating over the deck before making her way up there as well.
Charlotte hands over the phone to the still suspended agent. "It's your father."
Oh no... Piers accepts the phone and hesitantly puts it to his ear "Hey dad."
"What the shit are you doing," Chris asks with a frown as he finally managed to find his keys.
"We got evidence required to reopen the Heisenberg case," Piers says with a nervous smile since one of the two was standing in front of him, and he was not really armed, but hey if they attack him that would just make things worse for them in the long run. Right? "I'm bringing them in."
Hearing this actually got Charlotte to stare with concern.
The other end of the line was silent for a minute. "No you're not. Put it down. Come home," Piers hears his father say which caused his smile to shift to confused annoyance.
"But da-"
"No. Don't make me come get you," Chris says even though he was already halfway out the door. "Put Charlotte back on the phone."
Piers gives a defeated sigh and hands the device back to Charlotte. It's not like he was in a position to fight back at this point...
Charlotte takes the phone "Well he looks like you... That's unfortunate. My condolences to Emma."
Chris pinches the bridge of his nose. "Just let me know if he doesn't leave, and I'll come get him."
"I can tell you're already outside, See you soon," Charlotte says before hanging up. "I swear it's like he can't tell there a difference in audio quality when someone is in a room verse outside." she mutters under her breath before looking over to her daughter. "Put the boy down inside and keep him out of trouble," Charlotte says "I'm already late for that meeting call."
"Yes mom," Natalie says with a smile as she walks into the house and has Piers float along behind her. "Oh, Hey dad." She says surprised to see him inside at this hour.
Heisenberg looked the same as he had in the village, perks of being immortal, though his outfit was notably modernized. The metal lord stared at Piers with some level of hesitant curiosity. "Do I know you? You look familiar"
Charlotte walked pass Heisenberg on her way to her office. "Chris's kid." she replies before entering the room under the loft to the right of the house.
"Ah so that's why," Heisenberg says as he walks over to get a better look at the floating young man.
Piers was notably uncomfortable with this, they were being way to casual about an officer of the law showing up to arrest them. "Chris's ki-"he stops mid-word as it suddenly clicked that these people were on speaking terms with his father. "Wait how did you have my dad's phone number?"
"Oh he's a genius too. Great," Heisenberg says sarcastically and avoids answering the question.
Whatever, that wasn't what was important. "I'm here under orders of the BSAA, We have proof of your involvement in raiding a BSAA base. By order of the law, put me down and comply. You're under arrest." Piers says as he sticks to his plan.
Heisenberg's expression darkened as he listened to Piers, "Is that a fact?" He asks rhetorically before holding out a hand and takes over control of the metal in his gear as he easily overpowered the younger less experienced daughter. The man didn't have to move much more than that as Piers was quickly rocketed back out onto the porch and attached to a clothing line still well in view thanks to the full glass wall. "Why don't you just, hang out for a bit while we get this sorted, Hm?"
Piers struggled to get free of the magnetic hold but to no avail before he eventually gave up and simply waited as he danged from the line.
It took a few hours but before long there was a knock at the front door of the home. "I'll get it," Heisenberg says as he gets up,"Nat keep an eye on the brat."
"Yes dad," she says and takes over holding piers on the line swaying her finger back and forth to cause him to swing slightly.
"Well, if it isn't the boulder punching asshole. You managed to knock instead of breaking the door down this time. I'm impressed. I thought I finally saw the last of you a few decades ago," Heisenberg says in greeting as he opens the door with a neutral but unamused expression.
"Fuck off, Where is he," Chris replies already annoyed by this situation.
"Fuck you too, the brat's out on the back porch," he replies but all the same he lets Chris in.
Piers watched as the two started making their way over. Oh gosh please no, this was beyond humiliating, please don't let his dad see him like this. He struggled to try and get down to no avail and stopped as the two men stood in front of him.
"...Hi dad," Piers says defeated as he stayed gently swaying on the line.
"Put him down," Chris says with a half glance to Heisenberg. "Come on. where did you park, we're going home."
"Dad I have the evidence the warrant was granted I can do this," Piers says once more hoping to appeal to the father figure.
While he was frustrated with his son the anger weakened and a tired sigh released his pent-up frustration. "I'll explain but for now, trust me. Let this one go," Chris says in return.
"Fine," Piers eventually relents and when that agreement was given, Heisenberg snapped his fingers causing the magnetic hold to stop, releasing piers.
"Good to see you, We'll be on our way," Chris says to Heisenberg as he put his hand on Piers back between his shoulder blades to lead him away.
"You're an awful liar. Get lost," Heisenberg replies while shaking his head.
Chris drove Pier's over to his vehicle and stopped nearby. The silence was broken as the vehicle stopped.
"What the hell was that? 'good to see you?' They're criminals!" Piers says annoyed as he awaited the promised explanation.
"I'll explain just give me some time I need to get a few things out of storage to help you understand," Chris explains with a frown. This kid certainly got his temper from his younger days. "until then you're not to come back here. is that understood?"
"yes sir..." Piers replied more so because he felt like he had to then because he genuinely understood.
"I'm going to follow you to make sure you go home but once we're back... Go ahead and go back to what you were doing. I know you were planning on getting drinks later." Chris says despite his own temper shouting at him to ground the kid.
"Piers frowned as he listened only for an expression of panicked surprised to cross his face. "wait how'd you know?"
"Kid I invented some of those code words," Chris says with a laugh. "You're an adult, you can make your own choices. Including the choice to continue with this case, but I want to make sure you have the whole story before you do."
"Alright..." Piers agrees though this time with more genuine understanding. "Thanks dad."
"Not a problem. Now get going before I change my mind and decide your grounded,"
"Yes sir," Piers quickly replies as he moves to hurry out to his own Vehicle. both were set for air traffic before going on their way.
'*'*'*'*'
While these shenanigans and high jinks occurred more sinister events were under way in a lab hidden away from view or common knowledge. A large rotund man watched gleefully as a nearby group of scientists worked with various machines.
"Remember, there's still a good chance that this won't work," Explains one of the scientists as another fits a vial containing a single blonde hair into a circular slot that held it perfectly. a reinforced glass window showed several crystallized remains inside the large metallic chamber.
"It's taken twenty years, what's a few more. we still have some samples left after all," the man replies unbothered by the mentioned potential for failure.
The scientist who spoke to the large benefactor nods before looking to the others. "Alright, fire up the machine."
a few of the lab assistant step back as the scientist who loaded the vial poked at various buttons and flipped a few switches. a cracking sound could be heard. "Sample has been introduced to mold strand 42-736." says the scientist working the machine. "Mold appears to have accepted the DNA sample. updating environmental settings to optimal condition before releasing the mold." they add as they list off the steps they're taking, so they can be recorded for future review should the test fail. It took a few minutes "Air pressure has reached 1025 hPa, Air temperature has reached 0.2 °C. Stabilizing." They announce with intense focus on their work. "Stabilization confirmed. Turning off internal machine lights to avoid agitating the mold." a few switches were flipped and the internal cavity of the machine was cut off from light sources and the glass viewing window was covered. "Introducing the mold to crystallized remains set 61-M84... now." a larger lever was flipped with a resounding clunk as something opened withing the machine. Wriggling and the sounds of moist slug like movement could be heard inside the machine. "Mold sample has engaged with the remains... No notable signs of hostility..."
The room of workers seemed to hold their breaths as they waited for the results of their latest attempt at reviving a long since dead human. An almost comedically docile DING could be heard that resembled the sound of a child's toy oven.
"Beginning the equalizing process to get the machine's internal pressure to match the lab air presu-" the scientist was cut off as a pale Caucasian hand punched through the device with little difficult allowing fog like steam to exit the devices with an eerie hissing as the air pressure stabilizes on its own. "Subject has become hostile prepare to engage," they say, clearly panicking as they quickly step back and a team of armed guards' step forward and wait for the large man's orders.
The man signals for the group to wait. the hand retreats back into the machine only for the door to fly off and reveal a fully formed, naked, blond man, who was roughly 50 years old. Glowing Red Cat-like eyes peered at the group anxiously though he seemed to warn out already from forcing his way out of the machine.
"Lord Wesker, A pleasure to meet you in the flesh. Can someone please bring this man a robe?" the benefactor requests. one of the scientists hesitantly step forward and offer Albert their lab coat which he quickly snatches and puts on.
"And who are you," he asks with a distrusting tone.
"A fan of your work," the man says in return. "I mostly go by the name Duke." he says while holding out a hand. "I have a business proposition for you that would allow you to pick up where you left off." The mercantile man says. "See the world believes your dead which, is a benefit for staying under the radar but, for your goal to become a reality it requires connections. assets. I have those ready to offer as you see fit. I'm merely a humble servant to your glory."
"You have my attention," Wesker says with a slight smirk. "Consider the next few days a trial run then."
"Excellent. Though first and foremost, I do believe there's a matter of loose ends to take care of." Duke replies, "Clear the building of all except myself and my new friend here, including yourselves."
The masked guards do as they were told, screams filled the room then silence. Wesker watched with some mild curiosity though he seems unaffected by the carnage. "And these are the Assets you mentioned... hardly seems useful if their dead."
"Fully obedient and sentient bioweapons, based on a few various strands that have come around during your absence and naturally, your own work as well," The Duke explains. "And worry not there are more tucked away at other locations. Never put all your eggs in one basket as they say."
"Good, We'll need those," Wesker replies with a confident smirking smile as his regenerative abilities allow him to quickly recover despite only just waking up from being dead.
'*'*'*'*'
Heisenberg walks into Charlotte's office leaving the door open as he walks over to the desk. "Hey, are you cooking tonight or are we ordering take out,"
A tired sigh crosses her lips "I don't know. maybe take out." She replies as she continues to read over the papers she was holding.
Heisenberg looks to the metal chess set sitting off to the side of the desk and smiles a bit before moving a piece.
Upon hearing the metallic clink Charlotte smiles and looks over at the set. It takes a moment before she picks up a piece of her own a moves it as well, then looks up at him with a gentle smile.
"A smart move to be sure. The Queen's Gambit. One of your favorite starting moves as I recall," Duke replies causing the two to quickly look over and find that the man had appeared in the room out of nowhere.
"I thought I saw the last of you years ago," Charlotte says with a frown.
"Is that any way to greet an old business partner?" Duke asks in return. "I have a new proposition for you, one that involves a new friend of mine."
"Hey mom some weird guy wearing sunglasses just let himself into the hou-HEY", Natalie says as a man wearing all black walks past her into the open study.
Charlotte stares at this new person and her frown remains as she moves to put down the paper she was still holding in one hand, so she could fold her hands together. "Well I'm not sure if I'm more stunned by the sheer audacity of this man to walk in here looking like he just stepped out of the matrix or be genuinely impressed by the confidence it takes to wear a skin-tight pleather bodysuit to a first impressions business meeting..." She replies while staring the man down. with that assessment given she moves to stand up and offers a hand with a condescending smile, "Nice to meet you my name's Charlotte and you look ridiculous." She says unfortunately unaware of who she was talking to. "So this better be good."
"This is the colleague of yours you spoke so highly of?" Wesker asks as he more so ignore Charlotte.
"A spitfire to be sure, but tactically minded, with a knack for resource management and she's not afraid to get her hands dirty," Duke replies with a smile "Also the provider of the funding for my research which helped bring you back. Miss Wiltse. or do you prefer Mrs. Heisenberg now?"
Charlotte remained silent.
"Well. Miss Wiltse, My associate, Lord Wesker and I come to you offering the chance of a lifetime, the chance to help restore the natural order and renew the world to the state it should be in," Duke says all the same.
"Some sort of ecological initiative then?" Charlotte asks skeptically. "Oddly good-natured of you... what's the catch."
"Our endeavor will allow for a worldwide reset. No longer will it be plague by parasite of humanity. the strong will survive and evolve as man was meant to," Wesker explains rather openly. "Natural selection will leave the survivors stronger and better."
"You mean omnicide," Charlotte says though her expression remains neutral.
"The correct term is theriocide," Wesker says with a smirk, "What you're suggesting would mean humans life holds more value than any other animal on this planet."
She remains silent but looks at Heisenberg and found he was looking at her as well before shifting her attention to their daughter who was watching the conversation unfold from the doorway. This was not going to go down peacefully...
"That talent of yours remains as useful as ever I see. Stone faced, even in the jaws of death... but it's grown weaker," Duke says with a friendly jovial tone. "I can see your panic." he adds as the remaining jovial tone only makes the threat seem more blatant.
"Then I suppose you've already guessed my answer," Charlotte replies in return. "Get fucked."
BANG!
As quickly as the answer came Wesker had drawn his weapon and fired, though to his surprise the bullet stopped a few inches from Charlotte's face, and she hardly flinched.
"So, you've evolved already," Wesker says pleased as could be. His plan had already started to work even while he was gone.
"That would be lord Heisenberg's doing. He's taken quite a liking to his pet," Duke replies simply. "Luckily, there's more than one way to skin a cat and if we want the funding we'll need this one alive."
"For now," Wesker agrees as his glowing red eyes look over the top of his sunglasses. Wesker balling his hand into a fist as he put the gun away was not lost on the couple.
"Run," Heisenberg says while using his powers to grab onto Natalie and throw her out of the large glass wall of the office that looked out on the front yard.
Natalie rolled across the glass covered grass and yelped in pain from the impact but quickly got up as the cuts and bruises were already healing.
Wesker leans forward ready to leap forward in a sprint only to be stopped as he's grabbed by Heisenberg and thrown against a wall.
Natalie ran for her motorcycle as the two immortals fought in the distance and quickly jumped on as it powered up even without keys thanks to her inherited abilities. Panic and fear were evident on her face, but she didn't dare look back. She needed to find help, and she had a good idea in regard to where she should go first.
Woo-hoo for a 22-year time skip lmao x'D I'm working on the assumption that there will be general technological advances but nothing too crazy. So things like air taxes and faster travel, electric vehicles, solar powers technology etc. things that we're currently expecting to be starting up with in the next 5 years. however, we're not going too in depth with chrome floating cities 'FUTURE' stuff.
Also, if it's not already obvious I tend to see Duke in a more sinister light. There are a few things that make me see him that way. So, here's the short explanation.
1) Duke's line of dialog to Ethan "This is all an investment, Mr. Winters" An investment means he has something to gain. How does he gain from helping Ethan?
2) Building off the last one, the thing he values the most price wise are Crystal remains [usually] given the first quote he has the most to gain by having those items.
3) How would he gain from having hundreds of crystal remains? the only way they're useful is if he's trying to bring someone or something back. since we know Mold+crystal parts = person thanks to Miranda putting rose's crystal shards into the mold to get back her baby. it's just her experiments repeatedly failed. Even Rose was technically a failure since she just put rose back together as rose not Eva.
4) he openly admits to be skilled at working with fire arm modifications and fire arms in general.
5) he creeps me out a bit. that one's a bias factor but not going to ignore that it exists. the subtitle for Duke's shop gives me the heebee jeebees. The text in game reads Duke's emporium. Connoisseur of exotic food and drink. Providing quality goods and Information on Anyone, Anywhere, at Any Time.
So yeah, this is generally where I think they might be going with the game, they're going to use the mold as a way to revive Wesker. So let's have some fun with that idea before I'm ultimately proven wrong. X'D