Chapter 16
"New Surprises, Old Package"
July 6th 1988
Brian snapped awake the second Jay touched his arm, startling his friend.
"Jumpy?" Jay asked, amusement in his voice.
"Whatever you want, take it and get out," Brian grumbled and angrily slapped his pillow over his head to keep the light out of his eyes.
"I don't want anything," Jay said, a little put off by his friend's grumpy demeanor.
Brian growled into his pillow; "It's on the dresser, get out."
"You might wanna wakeup for this, man," Jay told him.
"Is the lab on fire?"
Jay looked puzzled; "No."
"Has anyone died?"
"No."
"Is blood gushing?"
"No."
"Then it can wait, go away," Brian grunted, then turned on his side, away from Jay.
Jay grabbed his friends shoulder and forced him to lay on his back, "Burkin's makin' a beeline for her room with a shit load a' test tubes n' needles."
"Her who?" Brian asked sleepily while holding his hand over his eyes, "Can't you turn off that fucking light?"
Jay turned off the main overhead light in the room, then flipped on the black-light on Brian's nightstand, knowing the light it would give off would be easier on his friend's eyes, "Your girlfriend's room. The female subject."
Brian sat up in his bed, tossing the covers off himself before swinging his legs out of bed and went to looking for his pants, "What the hell does he want? Don't he know we're in charge of her? He should of told us if he was goin' to do something."
Jay saw a pair of Brian's blue jeans draped over the back of a chair and tossed them to his friend, "I don't know what's up with the fruit-loop these days. He keeps muttering something under his breath. He might have woken Wesker by now."
Brian jerked his pants on twice before he got it right on the third time, the first time his got both feet down the same pant-leg, the second time he pulled them on backwards, "Just wonderful. The Curly and Larry of the underground headin' for my charge, full steam ahead."
"Curly and Larry?"
"Yeah, neither one's smart enough to be Moe or Shemp."
"Guess you're right. You better hurry unless you want the two stooges pokin' her."
Brian finished pulling on his boots and headed out of the room, grabbing a T-shirt and putting it on as he headed down the hall, but not before stealing a glance at the clock; "Can't believe I gotta play chaperone at 11:59pm."
"'Tis the burden we bear. The curse of being unsung genus'," Jay told him sadly.
"Amen brother."
They caught Burkin in the hallway. Albert Wesker followed him, shuffling his feet and yawning sleepily. From the look of it, Burkin had awoken him out of a deep sleep and he was none too happy about it.
Brian stepped in front of Burkin, blocking his path; "What're you doing, Willie?"
William Burkin just sidestepped Brian and continued on his way. Wesker was about to do the same, but he was stopped when Brian snatched the collar of his unbuttoned short-sleeve shirt.
"What's he up to, Stone Face?" he asked.
Wesker let out a low growl of frustration; "You know how he was obsessed with his G Project a few years back?"
"It was almost a decade ago, but yeah, I think I remember it," Brian told him
"Well, he was mumbling something about it and the female subject when he woke me up. Whatever he wants with her must have something to do with it."