Chapter 7

"Jay Dallas' Temper"

July 31st 1981

"Brian!" Jay yelled after his friend, who was heading towards the main labs.

Hearing the angry calls, Brian stopped and turned to look at the pissed off soldier, "Yeah, JD?"

"You ordered that test, right?" Jay half asked, half yelled once he had caught up to Brian, "That was your voice I heard through the intercom, right?"

"That's right," Brian said.

"You trying to kill me?"

"What do you mean?"

Jay tightened his jaw and growled through clenched teeth, "You lock me and my team in a small room with one of Burkin's unholy creations, tell us to give it a fair chance at us, and you ask, "What do you mean,"?!"

Brian shifted his weight from his left leg, to his right leg, "Yeah, I did ask that."

"You tried to kill me, you fuck!" Jay shouted.

"Oh, come on!" Brian shouted back, "Do you think I'd order that test if I didn't think you, and your team would come out of it alive? Fuck, Jay, it was five on one. You think it was suggested that you arm yourselves? Damn-it man, that Hunter only had claws and speed, your team had fully automatic weapons, Richard had a shotgun, and you had a fucking grenade launcher!"

"Fat lot of good that did us, it took a goddamned 40 millimeter slug to kill the bastard! If I didn't blow that thing's brains out, it would have cut Richard in half!"

"That thing didn't even touch him. He's fine, and so are you. In fact, I have to thank you."

Jay blinked; he wasn't expecting thanks, "What for?"

"You and your men just proved that the things we're making down here can be stopped," Brian said, and held out his hand.

Jay took a cheap shot at Brian and slammed his fist into Brian's stomach before storming back to the female subject's room.

Brian shook his head to recover before he turned to go down a different corridor, one that headed for the cafeteria. He needed a snack, and he also needed to get lunch for the female subject.

Brian sat at one of the bench tables with his lunch. It turned out that he was hungrier than he thought.

"I keep eating like this and I'm gonna get fat," Brian said to himself and rubbed his aching stomach as he picked up his fork. Two men sat their trays of food down across from him.

"May we sit here?" Albert Wesker asked Brian, whom only shrugged his shoulders.

Wesker and William Burkin sat down across from him and began to eat.

Wesker looked at Brian; "Corporal Dallas seemed pissed when I went past him."

"He's mad at me for putting his team in danger."

Burkin smirked, "Imagine that."

Before Brian could make a smart-ass remark that would most likely insult Burkin's intelligence once again, Wesker spoke up; "We're supposed to be getting a new scientist day after tomorrow."

Brian reached out for the clipboard that Wesker handed him and looked at the copy of the personnel transfer orders, "Tessa Maat? She any good?"

"We think so. Though her old superiors thought that she isn't suited for working in this facility. They said that she is too caring to work properly on the subjects," Wesker told him.

Brian scratched the stubble on his chin, "Too caring?"

Wesker nodded as Brian took the copy of the transfer orders and put them in his pocket before getting up and going back to the line, getting a tray of soft food, and heading towards the female subject's room. He was thinking of how he could work this to his advantage. If they were sending a scientist who cared about those she worked on, then he could probably get her to help him without her even knowing it.

Brian thought for a second. Maat, the Egyptian Goddess of truth, harmony, and justice. With a name like that, it was no wonder that she cared for the people that Umbrella experimented on. Most of the people that were brought in as test subjects never volunteered for it. Turning the corner, he saw the female subject's room. Yes, Tessa Maat would help him. He knew it.