Title: Cornelius Institute
Author: Crazy Ivan and Lady Bethia
Series: Sub Plots to Lynx
E-Mail: lady-bethia@yahoo.com, the_crazy_ivan@yahoo.com
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Pairings: None
Ratings: PG
Warnings:
Disclaimers: I don't own any of the original ideas here. Resident Evil
isn't mine, the original characters aren't mine. Nor do I even vaguely
claim ownership nor influence on the X-Men. Wish I did. Don't. No profit
motive, just the enjoyment of an idea. And expansions on the traits and
characteristics of a character from a modern based RPG. Dr. Steiner is my
original character.
Summary: Steiner realizes that Umbrella Corp. is in trouble and is passing
the trouble over to him. A couple of months after Lynx was rescued from
Sinister's lab.
The Cornelius Institute: I
By the closing of the 20th Century,
The Umbrella Corporation had become the largest
Commercial entity in the United States.
9 of every 10 homes contain it's products.
It's political and financial influence is felt everywhere.
In public, it is the worlds leading supplier of;
Computer Technology,
Medical Products and Research,
Healthcare.
Unknown even to it's own employees, it's massive
Profits are generated by:
Military Technology,
Genetic Experimentation,
Viral Weaponry.
Unknown to even many of it's Board of Directors,
It's reach was larger than they expected.
And it's subsidiaries diverse and unorthodox,
but Very, Very Profitable.
One of the secret crown jewels of the Umbrella Corporation,
Was a little known group in the
Bayou area of Louisiana.
The Cornelius Institute.
The meeting room was a study in quiet. The three men in the room were looking out the bay window at the hazy day on the city. Lost in their own thoughts, they did not pay much attention as the forth man entered the room.
He was tallish, dark hair, with grey at his temples. And an odd sense of exuberance, "Surely gentlemen, thinks can only get better from here."
The man with the tea cup put it down, splashing a small amount on the saucer, "That's easy for you to say. After the Disasters Umbrella Corporation has suffered, the information about us getting out is practically guaranteed."
The man with the mustache nodded, "Worse, it looks like Doctor Steiner smells a series of rats. And if we lose the Cornelius Institute,"
"Well, let's just say to many people will ask questions, that we can't or don't want to answer."
The bald suit looked at the new comer, "Given what Steiner has given us, he has the answers to questions we can not afford to have answered. Between the serum and antidotes to the, ah, viral agents. Yes, the viral agents And his own research and that Mama Voodoo's advice on the vict.um, test subjects. Worse, we can't find anything on this Mama Voodoo."
The newcomer nodded, "Obviously a cover name. The good doctor doesn't want us cracking his brain trust."
"Face it, he beat us in recruiting those scientists from the East Germans, Doctor Singh's disappearance from the Bankot Research Facility, the list goes on."
The gray haired one sits at the head of the table, and grins at the others, "So,."
"What can we do about it?"
"I think we need to hit Steiner, and make it look like the disasters were his. Better, if he's dead, he can't deny it. Now can he."
The teacup man moved in haste, spilling his cup on the table. "That's mad. Mad I say."
The gray haired man nods again, "Perhaps, but we have to do something. And this is the best option for saving Umbrella Corporation."
"If these incidents, and the unfortunate loses, especially Doctor, umn, what was his name?"
"Oh yes, Doctor Kenneson. Good man, he'll be missed. Yes, he will."
The bald man looks at the gray haired man, a question of incredulity writ large on his face. "How can you say that? Our own people said not to hire him."
"But you said to."
"Why?"
"I liked his ideas, and his approach," shrugs the gray haired man. "So they didn't work, blame S.T.A.R.S. Face it, we just didn't spread our money well enough to hide the evidence."
"Here's what we are going to do."
"Send Nemesis to the Cornelius Institute, send some of our top people. Top people, I say. Then, there will be an accident. A release of certain agents into the population of a few local towns, Yes, accident, better yet an incident. And with the proper spin, it can be blamed on that rogue operative and infamous recluse, Doctor Steiner."
"Now, set it up. Do it. And we can wash these problems out of our hair. So we loose a little money, nothing we can't recover."
"Do it, my children. Do it now. And things will be well." He smiles, "Do it because I said so."
"Any questions?, No?, good. I need to check my green houses, and check in with my children." Standing, he moves to the door, and calmly, serenely moves into the hall, and about his business.
The smoking man puts out his cigarette, looking first left then right, "He's mad you know. Certifiable."
The teacup man mopping his spilled tea looks at the smoking man, "Insane or no, he runs the company. We either work with him, or find a deep hole to hid in real quick."
"Not if Nemesis works."
In Doctor Steiner's office in the Cornelius Institute, Splivens, the thin bespectacled aide to the Doctor is standing by the desk, watching cigar smoke waft over the top of the executive chair behind the desk.
"You were right, Doctor. Our spies in Umbrella Corporate Headquarters say that the Board will move against you."
"What will you do about it?"
The Doctor clears his throat, then obviously spits at the trash basket at the side of his desk. "Do?, we'll get ready. Call in the Cajuns, update their shots. Update the security and staff shots. I'll call some of our friends in New Orleans."
"Yes, Le Beau might find this interesting. Especially if it, no, when it interferes with his and the other Thieves Guild Masters special orders." The
"Oh, and Splivens, have the 44 Mag with the Teflon Coating issued to everyone authorized to carry a 44 Mag, Desert Eagles and Pythons. Tell the local company of the Louisiana State Police. Don't be specific, but let them know something is going down."
"It's going to get ugly very soon. Very ugly."
The Doctor leaned toward the window, reflecting a simian face in the almost mirror like windowpane, that slowly drew on a cigar. "If they want ugly, they've come to the right individual. "I was doing Ugly before these incompetent's grandfathers were sparkles in somebody's eye."
"Let that be a lesson Splivens, when something looks too easy, or too good, it probably is."
"Damned, this was too good to be true. They did the paper work; I got to engage in research. Incompetent Homo Sapiens, how did your people ever get out of the trees Splivens?"
"I'm sure I don't know, Sir," came his aide's response. "Probably something to do with big brains and an over active breeding response."
Doctor Steiner just stared at his aide, wondering if Splivens was developing a sense of humor. No, not Splivens, he thought.
The Doctor leaned back into his chair, and blew more blue gray smoke into the air. "And call the Voodoon. We're going to need them. Soon."
The Cornelius Institute: I
By the closing of the 20th Century,
The Umbrella Corporation had become the largest
Commercial entity in the United States.
9 of every 10 homes contain it's products.
It's political and financial influence is felt everywhere.
In public, it is the worlds leading supplier of;
Computer Technology,
Medical Products and Research,
Healthcare.
Unknown even to it's own employees, it's massive
Profits are generated by:
Military Technology,
Genetic Experimentation,
Viral Weaponry.
Unknown to even many of it's Board of Directors,
It's reach was larger than they expected.
And it's subsidiaries diverse and unorthodox,
but Very, Very Profitable.
One of the secret crown jewels of the Umbrella Corporation,
Was a little known group in the
Bayou area of Louisiana.
The Cornelius Institute.
The meeting room was a study in quiet. The three men in the room were looking out the bay window at the hazy day on the city. Lost in their own thoughts, they did not pay much attention as the forth man entered the room.
He was tallish, dark hair, with grey at his temples. And an odd sense of exuberance, "Surely gentlemen, thinks can only get better from here."
The man with the tea cup put it down, splashing a small amount on the saucer, "That's easy for you to say. After the Disasters Umbrella Corporation has suffered, the information about us getting out is practically guaranteed."
The man with the mustache nodded, "Worse, it looks like Doctor Steiner smells a series of rats. And if we lose the Cornelius Institute,"
"Well, let's just say to many people will ask questions, that we can't or don't want to answer."
The bald suit looked at the new comer, "Given what Steiner has given us, he has the answers to questions we can not afford to have answered. Between the serum and antidotes to the, ah, viral agents. Yes, the viral agents And his own research and that Mama Voodoo's advice on the vict.um, test subjects. Worse, we can't find anything on this Mama Voodoo."
The newcomer nodded, "Obviously a cover name. The good doctor doesn't want us cracking his brain trust."
"Face it, he beat us in recruiting those scientists from the East Germans, Doctor Singh's disappearance from the Bankot Research Facility, the list goes on."
The gray haired one sits at the head of the table, and grins at the others, "So,."
"What can we do about it?"
"I think we need to hit Steiner, and make it look like the disasters were his. Better, if he's dead, he can't deny it. Now can he."
The teacup man moved in haste, spilling his cup on the table. "That's mad. Mad I say."
The gray haired man nods again, "Perhaps, but we have to do something. And this is the best option for saving Umbrella Corporation."
"If these incidents, and the unfortunate loses, especially Doctor, umn, what was his name?"
"Oh yes, Doctor Kenneson. Good man, he'll be missed. Yes, he will."
The bald man looks at the gray haired man, a question of incredulity writ large on his face. "How can you say that? Our own people said not to hire him."
"But you said to."
"Why?"
"I liked his ideas, and his approach," shrugs the gray haired man. "So they didn't work, blame S.T.A.R.S. Face it, we just didn't spread our money well enough to hide the evidence."
"Here's what we are going to do."
"Send Nemesis to the Cornelius Institute, send some of our top people. Top people, I say. Then, there will be an accident. A release of certain agents into the population of a few local towns, Yes, accident, better yet an incident. And with the proper spin, it can be blamed on that rogue operative and infamous recluse, Doctor Steiner."
"Now, set it up. Do it. And we can wash these problems out of our hair. So we loose a little money, nothing we can't recover."
"Do it, my children. Do it now. And things will be well." He smiles, "Do it because I said so."
"Any questions?, No?, good. I need to check my green houses, and check in with my children." Standing, he moves to the door, and calmly, serenely moves into the hall, and about his business.
The smoking man puts out his cigarette, looking first left then right, "He's mad you know. Certifiable."
The teacup man mopping his spilled tea looks at the smoking man, "Insane or no, he runs the company. We either work with him, or find a deep hole to hid in real quick."
"Not if Nemesis works."
In Doctor Steiner's office in the Cornelius Institute, Splivens, the thin bespectacled aide to the Doctor is standing by the desk, watching cigar smoke waft over the top of the executive chair behind the desk.
"You were right, Doctor. Our spies in Umbrella Corporate Headquarters say that the Board will move against you."
"What will you do about it?"
The Doctor clears his throat, then obviously spits at the trash basket at the side of his desk. "Do?, we'll get ready. Call in the Cajuns, update their shots. Update the security and staff shots. I'll call some of our friends in New Orleans."
"Yes, Le Beau might find this interesting. Especially if it, no, when it interferes with his and the other Thieves Guild Masters special orders." The
"Oh, and Splivens, have the 44 Mag with the Teflon Coating issued to everyone authorized to carry a 44 Mag, Desert Eagles and Pythons. Tell the local company of the Louisiana State Police. Don't be specific, but let them know something is going down."
"It's going to get ugly very soon. Very ugly."
The Doctor leaned toward the window, reflecting a simian face in the almost mirror like windowpane, that slowly drew on a cigar. "If they want ugly, they've come to the right individual. "I was doing Ugly before these incompetent's grandfathers were sparkles in somebody's eye."
"Let that be a lesson Splivens, when something looks too easy, or too good, it probably is."
"Damned, this was too good to be true. They did the paper work; I got to engage in research. Incompetent Homo Sapiens, how did your people ever get out of the trees Splivens?"
"I'm sure I don't know, Sir," came his aide's response. "Probably something to do with big brains and an over active breeding response."
Doctor Steiner just stared at his aide, wondering if Splivens was developing a sense of humor. No, not Splivens, he thought.
The Doctor leaned back into his chair, and blew more blue gray smoke into the air. "And call the Voodoon. We're going to need them. Soon."