((Closure for the Wesker. You know it.))
Finding his way out of the complex was nothing short of a privilege, a joy- ride with his newfound ability. And what ability it was. Immediately upon exiting the safe room, he bolted through the rusted corridors at speeds that any observer would describe as an especially large blur. The man was little more than series of afterimages blazing through the area, and yet to him it felt as if he wasn't even trying. Knowing there were more infectites around, knowing there had to be, he began searching previously unexplored areas.
And lo and behold, there were. No pistol necessary, not even the knife. No, he no longer needed to even remotely fear infection. He was simply an exponentially evolved version of them, more or less. He had to give them credit, as if they were martyrs for his own cause. Were it not for these shambling husks of flesh, he would not be alive- and he certainly wouldn't have the ability he did.
Still, they were going to die anyways, and it was hardly as if he cared about the well-being of mindless animals. They could barely sense him, let alone try and grasp at the perpetually-fleeting image that taunted them so. His backhand strikes resulted in zombie-shaped dents in the wall, every graceful kick the man threw having dismembering results. It was beyond beautiful. He slew then left and right, at one point grasping one by the ankles and using it to beat the others down until his corpse-weapon was a string of organs no longer fit even for that.
Overwhelmed with the might, Wesker briefly contemplated turning himself loose, not working for those who would issue him orders any longer. Although it was the life he was accustomed to, and it paid well, with these powers he could-
A transmission sent his train of thought flying off the rails. "Mister Wesker," began the cold voice, "You have finished your task. Go to the pickup point at once. Failure to comply with this will result in immediate termination- we know what you are before you ever found out, do not think we haven't prepared accordingly."
Something about the raw glacial tone told him it was a bad idea to disobey. Normally quite defiant, Wesker promptly recalled just who his client was and reconsidered all his thoughts of running wild.
Near the exit, he had found corpse after corpse slumped against the walls- the elevator was littered with the remains of the Umbrella Squadron. The ominous "Hunk" must've been here, taken the very same path. A commendable man, making it out alive like that.
The chopper was one of those infamous Black Hawk models, distinct thanks to the obvious coloration and especially large sensory equipment concentration protruding from the front. The pilot never said a thing, but rather began the vertical take-off procedure immediately after Wesker stepped foot into it.
Was it the money that satisfied him the most, or the power? Easy answer, money could be acquired anywhere, but this, this sudden feel of being indestructible, was priceless.
It was true then, what he had heard. Government workers really did get great benefits.
Finding his way out of the complex was nothing short of a privilege, a joy- ride with his newfound ability. And what ability it was. Immediately upon exiting the safe room, he bolted through the rusted corridors at speeds that any observer would describe as an especially large blur. The man was little more than series of afterimages blazing through the area, and yet to him it felt as if he wasn't even trying. Knowing there were more infectites around, knowing there had to be, he began searching previously unexplored areas.
And lo and behold, there were. No pistol necessary, not even the knife. No, he no longer needed to even remotely fear infection. He was simply an exponentially evolved version of them, more or less. He had to give them credit, as if they were martyrs for his own cause. Were it not for these shambling husks of flesh, he would not be alive- and he certainly wouldn't have the ability he did.
Still, they were going to die anyways, and it was hardly as if he cared about the well-being of mindless animals. They could barely sense him, let alone try and grasp at the perpetually-fleeting image that taunted them so. His backhand strikes resulted in zombie-shaped dents in the wall, every graceful kick the man threw having dismembering results. It was beyond beautiful. He slew then left and right, at one point grasping one by the ankles and using it to beat the others down until his corpse-weapon was a string of organs no longer fit even for that.
Overwhelmed with the might, Wesker briefly contemplated turning himself loose, not working for those who would issue him orders any longer. Although it was the life he was accustomed to, and it paid well, with these powers he could-
A transmission sent his train of thought flying off the rails. "Mister Wesker," began the cold voice, "You have finished your task. Go to the pickup point at once. Failure to comply with this will result in immediate termination- we know what you are before you ever found out, do not think we haven't prepared accordingly."
Something about the raw glacial tone told him it was a bad idea to disobey. Normally quite defiant, Wesker promptly recalled just who his client was and reconsidered all his thoughts of running wild.
Near the exit, he had found corpse after corpse slumped against the walls- the elevator was littered with the remains of the Umbrella Squadron. The ominous "Hunk" must've been here, taken the very same path. A commendable man, making it out alive like that.
The chopper was one of those infamous Black Hawk models, distinct thanks to the obvious coloration and especially large sensory equipment concentration protruding from the front. The pilot never said a thing, but rather began the vertical take-off procedure immediately after Wesker stepped foot into it.
Was it the money that satisfied him the most, or the power? Easy answer, money could be acquired anywhere, but this, this sudden feel of being indestructible, was priceless.
It was true then, what he had heard. Government workers really did get great benefits.
