As usual, I own no rights to anything involving Umbrella, Trent, or
anything in any of the Resident Evil books or movies. Some characters in
here are original but the idea of the T-virus belongs to Capcom
Chapter 3
Karl Gorman had been working for White Umbrella, the bio-weapons division of Umbrella, for 15 years now. He had built quite a relationship with the higher-ups in White Umbrella and was looking forward to a rumored promotion later this month, but until then he would take everything one day at a time, that was how it always was. This month had been uneventful except for some disturbances by those renegade STARS. "Well, maybe the month hasn't been so uneventful" he thought out loud. Those former STARS were getting troublesome and annoying, and now they were recruiting more and more people in their fruitless venture to bring this so-called evil company down. Fortunately, they were the only people who thought so. Gorman had to agree, some of the stuff White Umbrella did was kind of pushing it, by his moral standards, but it made no difference to him, he was getting paid six figures a month to do what he loved: bossing people around. As to the 'taking every day as it comes philosophy', today he had a board meeting and then a long dreamless sleep to look forward too. He thought he would also go down and visit the Tyrants kept in cold storage. They had 2 held in the underground labs. They were being programmed to be the likeness of the STARS-killer that was sent into Raccoon, but different. These were improved, with faster regeneration times and other unrevealed secrets. These were to be the subject of the board meeting later on. He would finally be able to learn all about this project that was so shrouded in mystery. Of course, anyone with high enough security can go down and watch the Tyrants being cultured, but all the little things that were being applied and typed and encoded into its brain were all Greek to Gorman. "This should be fun", he thought; and he walked out of his off to the elevator that would take him to the subterranean labs.
Chapter 4
As the elevator stopped at the security level, Karl readied his identification. He walked through the metal detectors and passed the guard to the keycard reader. He punched in the code number and slid the card through and the guard watched him walk through the now unlocked door down the long hall towards the elevator that led to the lower levels. On the way, he passed a door that no keycard would open, the emergency stairs. These would only open in the case of a fire or if an alarm indicating a leak was pulled, this was to ensure that there would be another way out in the case that the elevator wasn't working. The elevator brought him all the way down to Basement Level -3, affectionately called "The Hatchery". This was where all the more dangerous animals were created and held. The less dangerous animals were created on Basement level 1 and then left for growing on level 2, but level 3 was special. This was strictly Tyrant-class organisms, and by what Gorman was looking at, these certainly qualified. The S3x0r series, code-named 'Sniffer jr.'s' were the second in a line of programmed killing machines, set out for one or two strict purposes. The original test was in Raccoon city. The big guy was programmed to find and kill the remaining Raccoon STARS, but it ended in failure, destroyed by Valentine and her Latin friend, Carlos. That mattered not though, the tests came back and they were good, obviously not good enough if he was ultimately destroyed by Jill, but nonetheless. These next ones would be perfect. He stared down at the masses of flesh being assembled, lines of cable running this way and that, technicians doing the same. These will be perfect, and if they aren't, no skin off our nose, "Umbrella has billions of dollars" he thought. We can keep producing more and more, the only issue would be with the time required. It takes a very long time to assimilate the T-Virus into a live human and with the loss of Birkin's G-Virus, it is totally unnecessary. The G-Virus would have sped up the process by ten- fold, but no matter. There will be other great scientists. Gorman checked his watch and said to himself, "Alright, its time to find out what these bad boys do" and he walked to the elevator.
Chapter 3
Karl Gorman had been working for White Umbrella, the bio-weapons division of Umbrella, for 15 years now. He had built quite a relationship with the higher-ups in White Umbrella and was looking forward to a rumored promotion later this month, but until then he would take everything one day at a time, that was how it always was. This month had been uneventful except for some disturbances by those renegade STARS. "Well, maybe the month hasn't been so uneventful" he thought out loud. Those former STARS were getting troublesome and annoying, and now they were recruiting more and more people in their fruitless venture to bring this so-called evil company down. Fortunately, they were the only people who thought so. Gorman had to agree, some of the stuff White Umbrella did was kind of pushing it, by his moral standards, but it made no difference to him, he was getting paid six figures a month to do what he loved: bossing people around. As to the 'taking every day as it comes philosophy', today he had a board meeting and then a long dreamless sleep to look forward too. He thought he would also go down and visit the Tyrants kept in cold storage. They had 2 held in the underground labs. They were being programmed to be the likeness of the STARS-killer that was sent into Raccoon, but different. These were improved, with faster regeneration times and other unrevealed secrets. These were to be the subject of the board meeting later on. He would finally be able to learn all about this project that was so shrouded in mystery. Of course, anyone with high enough security can go down and watch the Tyrants being cultured, but all the little things that were being applied and typed and encoded into its brain were all Greek to Gorman. "This should be fun", he thought; and he walked out of his off to the elevator that would take him to the subterranean labs.
Chapter 4
As the elevator stopped at the security level, Karl readied his identification. He walked through the metal detectors and passed the guard to the keycard reader. He punched in the code number and slid the card through and the guard watched him walk through the now unlocked door down the long hall towards the elevator that led to the lower levels. On the way, he passed a door that no keycard would open, the emergency stairs. These would only open in the case of a fire or if an alarm indicating a leak was pulled, this was to ensure that there would be another way out in the case that the elevator wasn't working. The elevator brought him all the way down to Basement Level -3, affectionately called "The Hatchery". This was where all the more dangerous animals were created and held. The less dangerous animals were created on Basement level 1 and then left for growing on level 2, but level 3 was special. This was strictly Tyrant-class organisms, and by what Gorman was looking at, these certainly qualified. The S3x0r series, code-named 'Sniffer jr.'s' were the second in a line of programmed killing machines, set out for one or two strict purposes. The original test was in Raccoon city. The big guy was programmed to find and kill the remaining Raccoon STARS, but it ended in failure, destroyed by Valentine and her Latin friend, Carlos. That mattered not though, the tests came back and they were good, obviously not good enough if he was ultimately destroyed by Jill, but nonetheless. These next ones would be perfect. He stared down at the masses of flesh being assembled, lines of cable running this way and that, technicians doing the same. These will be perfect, and if they aren't, no skin off our nose, "Umbrella has billions of dollars" he thought. We can keep producing more and more, the only issue would be with the time required. It takes a very long time to assimilate the T-Virus into a live human and with the loss of Birkin's G-Virus, it is totally unnecessary. The G-Virus would have sped up the process by ten- fold, but no matter. There will be other great scientists. Gorman checked his watch and said to himself, "Alright, its time to find out what these bad boys do" and he walked to the elevator.