"Trent, you should have seen his face. I don't think I've ever seen him so pissed off. You know, I didn't think he could really have emotions."

Angelica sat clothed in a robe and towel, staring at a computer screen. A video feed shown through, a chuckling man on the other side. Trent had been one of her training professors, and had taken her under his wing at Umbrella. She had soon surpassed him however, but nonetheless the two had remained good friends and colleagues.

"How is the research by the way?"

Her mentor shifted uncomfortably, eyes shifting ever so slightly.

"Let's just say your friend and Birkin seem to run the show these days. I personally don't like their morals, and the staff are becoming increasingly uneasy...If it keeps going like this, it may be job hunting time."

Angelica's eyes betrayed her surprise, a sinking feeling churned at the pit of her stomach. The young woman knew that many of the scientists did not share her view on moral boundaries when it came to experimentation. Trent had warned her when she had first started, that if you crossed that moral line..you could never go back.

"Sooner or later, the scientist will become the experiment."

Chewing upon her bottom lip, Angelica locked eyes with her former mentor.

"Has Birkin really gotten that bad?"

Trent nodded slowly, his eyes never wavering from her. The intense stare gave her the chills. "He's becoming a tyrant.This new.. G - virus strain he is researching has made him like a zombie around the office these last few months. . it is all he does or talks about. Be careful, Angelica. I'll keep you updated, Trent out."

The screen went black, leaving the confused and tired woman a lot of questions, with few answers. Shuffling off to her bedroom, the feeling that she had missed something still lingered on long into the night.

Birkin's Office

William Birkin was known for pulling an all nighter or two in the name of science. That and the fact of the datastream he had just received across his encrypted computer, interested him far more than sleep.

Report File 43.2 Angel Project

Subject seems to have enhanced stamina and strength due to the inoculation process. Muscle density has tripled, resulting in extreme durability. Whilst the inner eye seems to be still developing, pheromone and estrogen level output is still off the charts. Despite such, the subject remains emotional control and composure in a non-stimulating atmosphere. Physical capabilities have been ranked as above average. Further infiltration into society will be studied.

A. Wesker

Birkin's dark eyes scanned the information quickly, opening a file folder that lay upon the desk. His pen wrote in brief strokes, before setting himself to the duty of issuing out the next experimental phases. The man typed furiously, the lag of the night not impeding him.

Regarding File 43.2 Angel Project

Have the subject exposed to various physical conditions. Simulate psionic exhibitions that have been recorded in previous data but subject has not exhibited any since release. . Subjects durability to uncommon situations to be studied. Pheromone output to be explored. Expose the subject to various stimulating , controlled environments.

W. Birkin

Leaning back into his swiveling desk chair, the scientist chuckled gently to himself. This woman was going to be a handful, and he was thankful that the experiment lay safely in the hands of someone else, For now.

S.T.A.R.S Training center.

06:00

Angelica grumbled as she bent over to make sure the laces upon her boot were out of tripping range. Both Chris, Jill, and Barry looked over at the young woman with empathy. They all had been told to come to the jogging track at least an hour before their normally scheduled time, and at least half of them were still trying to wake up. Wesker paced the track line, seemingly impatient with everyone's sloth attitude.

Pushing off into a steady jog, the team captain signaled for the rest to follow. The three trailed behind slightly, to much confusion of the newcomer. After a few moments, Angelica realized why. Wesker was the alpha male, the leader. To try and outdo him even in a simple act of passing him in a jog was undermining authority..The thought brought a devious smile to her her pace easily, the slim woman began to gain speed on the man who was several lengths ahead, leaving the others behind at a staggering rate.

"Jesus, she's got some speed on her."

Barry puffed out as the small woman soon left even his powerful lengths behind. Jill and Chris were jogging almost in sync next to him, their eyes wide in surprise. Casting her colleagues a sidelong glance, Valentine began to wonder out loud.

"You know, I wonder why she tries so hard. Shit, she's passed everything with flying colors. But it's like there's a fire under her ass to do better."

Chris checked his watch, and paused for a brief moment to watch. Barry jogged in place beside, head cocked.

"Maybe she doesn't like his shit?"

Jerking a thumb towards the disappearing Wesker, Chris set a small frown onto his lips. Barry stopped in surprise.

"You saying she vying for captain position? Albert and I founded this team, and I certainly don't think that.."

The younger man cut Burton off gently, shaking his head vigorously.

"No, no. I'm just saying he's pushed us, all of us. Maybe she isn't the type to be pushed. Maybe she's pushing back to show him he's not top cheese, and to lay off?"

Taking a deep breath, Redfield started again, leaving the other two to silently consider his words.

Wesker enjoyed jogging. It gave him time to clear his analytical mind, time to think. Taking a deep breath, the man let the silence fill him with a calming bliss. Looking back after a little while, the S.T.A.R.S captain was not surprised to see the determined Angelica nipping at his heels. What did surprise him was the fact that she barely seemed to breathe above normal, her cheeks not touched with the sheen of sweat. Her stamina had tripled that of an average human, and it was something the Wesker had been curious about as of late. Checking his heart rate, the well trained man increased his speed.

Angelica growled softly as she saw him change his pace rate, the growing tension within her legs feeling almost like a winding spring. It wasn't particularly painful, just a disconcerting, bunching feeling within her very calves. Her face felt hotter than normal, eyes burning at the corners. Digging her heels into the powdery ground, Angelica vaulted her body forward. The ground rippled almost like a pond, reverberating from the impact as she landed a foot ahead of Wesker. It was not enough of a jump to look .. off or inhuman, but enough to warn the man of what lengths she would go. Oddly enough she felt no victory, only resolve. It was almost like being in a permanent, eerie state of calm. Not even looking back to indulge herself, the woman set her head down and propelled herself even farther ahead. Catching up their captain who had abruptly stopped as Angelica had almost seemed to fly past, the three who had been left behind earlier now gaped. Barry nudged Wesker in the arm, his bellowing laugh coming from deep within.

"Where did you find this one? The Olympics?"

Wesker gave his partner a daggered look before stalking towards the training center.

"That's enough for today."

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Birkin's Lab

William Birkin stood hunched over a microscope, straining to focus a test sample. It had been over a year since the Angel Project test had been successful, but he had made little headway after. All the other test subjects either became grotesque beyond human possibility, or died right there on the examining table. Not to mention, one of his top researchers had transferred after the failed attempt with Lisa Trevor. The woman had been physically compatible, but mentally..not so much. They still kept her in the Arklay facility , harvesting information and materials from her whenever needed..

Birkin sighed as he squinted over the sample of Angelica's blood. It was constantly evolving and changing form,correcting the natural flaws into perfection. Scratching his chin, the man cocked his head at a possibility that he hadn't seen before. Scrambling through the files of the subject he had been reviewing for the past year, Birkin's eyebrows shot up near his hairline. He checked and rechecked his findings, furiously back at a computer and pecking at the keys with renewed fervor.

Looking back at some samples that had been taken during her inoculations from where the woman had studied abroad, he compared the markers on the current samples and his lab reports.

She had the progenitor virus in her system long before now..