William had his arms crossed over his chest. His hair was ragged, and going in all directions. His eyes were sunken and glossy, little black circles ran their course around the globes. He hadn't gotten much sleep in the past few days since the Tyrant project was cleared, another one of his creations. The Tyrant Seeker was a majestic creature. No sexual organs to hinder it's thoughts. It felt absolutely no pain. The Tyrants senses were completely enhanced, hunting the DNA of the target, ensuring that nothing could ever hide unless it were already dead. Such an effective design. The sleek, powerful movements of the Tyrant was a sight to behold. William stood, gazing at the majestic beast inside the fluid filled cylinder. It floated there, dormant until needed. Scientists buzzed around William, shouting this and that cheerfully, another project of theirs put on the go. The giant, mutated humanoid stood easily eight feet tall. It's arms were long, and muscular. He looked over his shoulder at another man in the room, looking over the other two Tyrant models in the room. He had a trenchcoat on, and looked to easily be in his early fifties or late forties. His hair was a dull gray, and he had rosy cheeks. Ahh, his name was Trent. William remembered now, Trent was the man sent to oversee the creation of the Tyrant Seekers. He was an odd man, seemingly always cheerfull and happy. It made William cringe, seeing how he hated Umbrella, and especially hated working for them. But, they paid his bills, which were enough. And he would put Sherry through college once she came of age. His wife also worked here, but he hardly saw her. She always was working on some other project, never even had enough time for a family life anymore. Williams gaze shifted over the room, looking at all the scientists, all of which he knew by name. John was a very happy man, bottle-nose glasses, freckled cheeks, very skinny. Brian was a chubby little man, very secrative however. He put passwords on vertually everything, and sometimes it drove William mad, wanting to get into a room here or there and being prompted for a passkey or password. Stacy was quite the shapely little thing, although William tried not to look at her often, continuously reminding himself he was married. She always wore that same white lab coat which hugged her body like a second skin. David was the usual fat, grubby, little security guard. Looks could be decieving though, he single handidly took care of one of the Alpha Hunters that had escaped and gone ramped a few days ago, killing not a few scientists. He always carried that damn gun around everywhere he went, as if he would have to use it in a blink of an eye. He was very snobbish, and would joke around at Williams expense when given the chance. William turned his eyes towards Trent again as he stepped over to him. Trents face was the same, cheery, a warm smile upon it. William realized he was smiling too, and quickly fixed that error.
"William Birkin. Creator of these weapons. Very interesting indeed." Trent said. His voice was calm, warm.
"Thank you Mr. Trent, I'm glad you approve. But I also want to thank you for giving us the go on the project, many of us here were actually very surprised." William said. Quite the contrary from Trents voice, Williams was slightly scratchy, and a bit high-pitched.
"Well William, be glad I can spot pure genious better than the other Umbrella goofs can. This will be a definate plus in your favor, if the Tyrants are succesful." Trents eyes were slowly moving away from Williams, to look at the giant beast not ten feet away from them.
"Well, I wouldn't call myself a genious…" Of course I would, I am a genious! "But we have been making amazing progress here. Several of the Tyrants have had the DNA fused into them, and are ready to engage. Each one looks different, of course, it is because they were humans before we engineered them. But I'll get into their genetic makeup later. Would you care for some coffee? Or tea maybe?"
Trent nodded solemnly, obviously the man was tired as well. "Sure, I'd like that."
William led the way, out of the lab and down the hall towards the cafeteria. Trent stayed close behind, letting William direct him. Once they got to the cafeteria, William poured himself some coffee, and offered Trent the thermos. He took it, and also poured himself a cup of coffee. William drank his black, while Trent hovered over the concession stand grabbing cream and sugar. He litterally dumped the stuff into the coffee, and William just stared at the swirling mass in the coffee cup. He never did understand why people had to taint the taste of the liquid, it suited him just fine in it's natural state. William sipped the blistering hot liquid, letting it flow down his throat. He could already feel a slight energy burst, not having but two or three hours sleep in the past few days.
"So Trent, you like what you see so far?" William got a wolfish grin on his face.
Trent nodded again, before sipping his own brew. "Yes, it looks quite good."
A slight chuckle escaped Williams lips. "Well, if you liked that, your going to love all my other small pets in the facility."
Trent grinned a little. "I'm sure I will Birkin. Because if I'm not, then I can shut you down. Permanently."
William was stung by this. First the man enters my lab, drinks my coffee, and then insults me? I guess all of Umbrella is the same. Corporate pugs everywhere you look! Even in this man. "Don't worry Trent, you'll like what you see." His cheery tone was gone now, replaced by a dullness in his voice. "Follow me, and I'll give you the grande tour."
Trent nodded once more, placing the coffee mug onto a wooden table in the cafeteria. William walked out of the cafeteria, and down the hallway leading to the many testing facilities of the lab, his hate still burning with crimson embers at Umbrella. Yes Trent, you will like what you see, and then you will return back and tell them. Once you tell them, they will try to get me out of the picture so they can steal my work. I know what your up to…William continued walking, chatting with Trent here and there about minute things. His plan was only beginning to fan out.