Epilogue

If there was one thing Albert Wesker hated, it was boredom. And in the first week of his solitary confinement in the hardened walls of Arkham asylum, Wesker had been bored to death, waiting for his arm and leg to heal.

The virus flowing in Wesker's blood and infecting his body did far more than toughen the man. he was stronger, faster, and much more durable, yes, but that wasn't the only advantage. His wounds healed fast, very fast. Within a week, his broken limbs were fully mended.

Unfortunately, the virus did him little good, for inside these dark, hardened prison walls, even Wesker could not escape.

But then again, he thought, there was more to Albert Wesker than mere brute strength. There was, after all, a malicious cunning, the inventively evil cleverness that had so manipulated the S.T.A.R.S. in the Spenser mansion, and the genius of using Barry Burton's own family to get the man to help him....Wesker was as smart and cunning as he was strong.

And of course, a cunning man always allied with the strongest benefactor.

Thus, Wesker wasn't surprised when he heard word of a prison transfer. He wasn't alarmed when the guards at Arkham led him out of his prison in unbreakable chains, through dozens of fully armed and armored men, to a heavily fortified truck that led him off the grounds.

It was many hours later that the truck stopped inside a garage. Wesker watched the doors open. Outside, he saw lines of assembled soldiers, fully armed and weapons ready. Directly in front of the truck's rear doors, however, stood a man in an officer's uniform, his collar shining with rank and his chest heavy with medals.

Wesker stepped out, glanced around at the soldiers, and then nodded at the general.

"General Wilkinson."

"Captain Wesker," the general replied with a smile. "I apologize for the delay. We had to wait a bit or you to heal."

"That's understandable, General," Wesker replied with a smile of his own. "I trust the samples arrived unharmed?"

"They're in Nevada, being analyzed as we speak. Hopefully we'll be able to synthesize an anti-Tyrant weapon that is reliable. but, in the meantime, captain," the general said, gesturing to a helicopter waiting on a nearby helipad, "That Black Hawk is waiting to take us to Washington. the President wants to speak with you."

"Of course he does. If you'll lead the way, General?" Wesker asked, and the two headed for the helicopter, and Wesker's next mission for the President of the United States of America.