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.
