Chapter 5
"XCL-1"
July 29th 1981
Jay yawned and shifted in his chair as Brian walked towards him. Brian was holding two small vials in his left hand, a small first aid kit pinched between his ribcage and left arm, and his clipboard in his right hand.
"Hey man," Jay greeted his friend, "When did you get back?"
"Just a few minutes ago. I had some fun in Raccoon City," Brian said to him, "What's been happening?"
"Burkin's been running everyone so hard that Wesker's team's having trouble keeping up with him," Jay said, "He tried a half-baked idea on one of the subjects. Killed 'em. They brought in a new one. A young girl."
"She dead yet?" Brian asked, acidly.
Jay got up and unlocked the door he was guarding so Brian could enter the female subject's room while shaking his head, "Not yet. But knowing Burkin, it won't be to long."
Brian grumbled something as he passed Jay and entered the candle lit room. She was where Brian expected her to be, still bound to that bed. Her sheets were yellow with filth, just like when they first saw her. Brian had tried to order a new bedspread and new sheets, but the officials were not going to spend anymore money on her than it took to keep her alive.
Jay watched as Brian pulled his chair from the desk and sat by the bed, "Need anything?"
"Yeah, get an air-freshener. It stinks in here," Brian said as he sat the first aid kit on the table and opened the lid.
Jay turned to leave, but looked back at his friend, "You serious?"
"Yes. They won't let her out of here and all of her dried sweat is stinking up this little room. And leave your canteen, would ya?"
Jay nodded and handed Brian his canteen before leaving. Brian took the container from Jay and put it on the table before reaching into the first aid kit and withdrawing two rubber gloves and slipping them on. He then reached back into the first aid kit, withdrew a small package, and opened it.
The woman groaned as Brian and pulled the alcohol swab from the foil packing and rubbed the area of her arm where he was going to give her the injection. It wasn't until after the fact that he realized how stupid that was.
"I'm about to inject her with an experimental virus and I don't want her to get an infection? Thank three years of Med.-School for that," Brian said to himself as he pulled a syringe from his pocket, and a small piece of paper, which held the needle. He tore the paper and attached the needle onto the syringe, then slid the needle into the rubber opening in the vial and sucked some of it's contents into the sterile tube.
Brian pressed the plunger on the syringe and pushed the air from the tub and needle before injecting her in her arm. He pulled the needle from her arm and capped it before placing the syringe in a bag marked "Biohazard".
Brian then got a fresh syringe and needle and repeated the process with the second vial, then gave her a drink from Jay's canteen before sitting back in his seat and pulling his journal from his coat pocket.
July 29th 1981,
I had to give her another injection of the T-Virus just now. But that doesn't matter, because right after I gave her an injection of XCL-1. My cure will kill the virus I just gave her, I know it will. It's working. Since her first injection in 1978, I have noticed that her intelligence is slowly returning. Only it's not working fast enough. I since time is running out. Maybe if there was something to give the XCL-1 a little boost. While I was in the City today, I started taking helicopter-piloting lesions. So far, so good. I didn't crash in a burning ball of flames on the side of the Arklay Mountains, so that's always good. I know I am going to need to know how to fly a helicopter, if I'm going to help her.