[ A/N: Okay! Time for another chapter. I hope everyone is enjoying the
story so far. All I ask is that you continue to review. It means a lot to
me. ]
"It happened immediately after Chris killed me on Antarctica."
The fireplace flickered behind her back, illuminating the glorious dining room; but leaving her face hidden by a shadow. Wesker sat at the opposite end of the long table, a relic from a more grand era. He seemed interested, though one could never be too sure with those shades covering his eyes. They were the windows to the soul, after all.
Alexia's gloved hand grasped the glass of wine, a small sip being taken. She couldn't help but notice that Wesker hadn't so much as drank a drop of his own. With anyone else she may have considered such a thing an insult, but she knew from experience that he posessed the tendencies of a commando. This was a more recent development. She remembered him from her days running the Antarctic base ... he had been so dedicated to his work then. However, now he seemed purely concerned with money. It was a tragedy, in her eyes, to see another scientific mind lost to materialism.
"When the T-Virus was leaked throughout the facility, a few loyalists to my family managed to escape infection by sealing themselves in a shelter. Once they were managed to change into their safety equipment, they went on a search for me ... but it was too late. Chris had already destroyed me. However, thanks to the hardened skull of my third-form; my brain was preserved. I've always been one to plan for the worst, so before I put myself to sleep; I had sent a sample of my DNA to a lab in London. Using that, they were able to recreate my body. They used an experimental age-accelleration process on my body, bringing me to the ripe age of twenty ... and they then implanted my brain. I suppose it's the equivalent to putting an old engine in a new car."
Wesker drummed his fingers upon the table while his free hand came up to cradle his chin in thought. This was a strange development ... Even for Alexia this wasn't normal! But, then again, who was he to critisize? He, himself, had been brought back from the dead, thanks to science. He pushed himself to a standing position at the same moment as Alexia.
"So, Albert. I suppose you want the terms of our partnership," stated Alexia as she strolled around so that she stood in front of him, her eyes peering directly into his. She was not a short woman. She was five feet eleven inches in her bare feet, but those heels brought her up two inches higher. "You'll assist me in the laboratory, since I'm aware of your interest in BOW Projects. Your main duties, however, will be to keep track of Chris Redfield; and to eliminate anyone who dares oppose us. You'll be paid grandly for your services."
"I think this'll work out just fine, Alexia ..."
And with an evil grin exchanged between the two, they left the dining room to establish his residence within this house of horrors.
"It happened immediately after Chris killed me on Antarctica."
The fireplace flickered behind her back, illuminating the glorious dining room; but leaving her face hidden by a shadow. Wesker sat at the opposite end of the long table, a relic from a more grand era. He seemed interested, though one could never be too sure with those shades covering his eyes. They were the windows to the soul, after all.
Alexia's gloved hand grasped the glass of wine, a small sip being taken. She couldn't help but notice that Wesker hadn't so much as drank a drop of his own. With anyone else she may have considered such a thing an insult, but she knew from experience that he posessed the tendencies of a commando. This was a more recent development. She remembered him from her days running the Antarctic base ... he had been so dedicated to his work then. However, now he seemed purely concerned with money. It was a tragedy, in her eyes, to see another scientific mind lost to materialism.
"When the T-Virus was leaked throughout the facility, a few loyalists to my family managed to escape infection by sealing themselves in a shelter. Once they were managed to change into their safety equipment, they went on a search for me ... but it was too late. Chris had already destroyed me. However, thanks to the hardened skull of my third-form; my brain was preserved. I've always been one to plan for the worst, so before I put myself to sleep; I had sent a sample of my DNA to a lab in London. Using that, they were able to recreate my body. They used an experimental age-accelleration process on my body, bringing me to the ripe age of twenty ... and they then implanted my brain. I suppose it's the equivalent to putting an old engine in a new car."
Wesker drummed his fingers upon the table while his free hand came up to cradle his chin in thought. This was a strange development ... Even for Alexia this wasn't normal! But, then again, who was he to critisize? He, himself, had been brought back from the dead, thanks to science. He pushed himself to a standing position at the same moment as Alexia.
"So, Albert. I suppose you want the terms of our partnership," stated Alexia as she strolled around so that she stood in front of him, her eyes peering directly into his. She was not a short woman. She was five feet eleven inches in her bare feet, but those heels brought her up two inches higher. "You'll assist me in the laboratory, since I'm aware of your interest in BOW Projects. Your main duties, however, will be to keep track of Chris Redfield; and to eliminate anyone who dares oppose us. You'll be paid grandly for your services."
"I think this'll work out just fine, Alexia ..."
And with an evil grin exchanged between the two, they left the dining room to establish his residence within this house of horrors.
