Chapter 2
Albert Wesker walked down the corridor of the Umbrella Facility. His un- naturally blonde hair swept back in a sleep wave. The shine of the gel glistening as he walked under the abnormally bright lights. Today was the day he would join Doctor O'Connor to finish the cell reproductions for the first model of the cerebrus as it was called. Umbrella had requested that the animals be able to regenerate after injury, however it was proving to be easier said than done. He punched in his code at the lab door and walked in as it opened, the sterile scent met him as he entered and then he saw her, Doctor Celeste O'Connor sat at the computer, her eyes gazing at the screen, her fingers moving delicately over the keyboard. She turned her head and looked at him, her brown eyes meeting his own. He had to admit that she wasn't at all what people had said her to be, a dragon they had called her. Her expression did not change when he offered his hand "Good morning Doctor O'Connor, my name is Albert Wesker, Doctor Birkin sent me up to aid in the regrowth of the cells" Celeste sighed lightly and stood up looking at his hand as if he had just offered her a grenade "Yes well...as I told Doctor Birkin. I prefer to work alone, however the language I speak is different from the one that Doctor Birkin speaks. You can start by cleaning the equipment, just over there" her soft pale hand motioned to the equipment that was in need of sterilisation. Wesker looked at her "Excuse me Doctor, but I was not sent here to clean your dirty dishes, I was sent here to help with the cell regrowth, now if you please, I would like to read over the results of the past attempts" How dare he! Celeste was appauled Who the hell does he think he is coming into my laboratory and asking me to see my reports!? Her mind was in a whirl, she had never been so insulted.
Wesker knew he had hit a raw nerve and he liked it. Smirking slightly he walked over to the computer and leaned down reading what was on the screen. Celeste stood behind him trying to stop herself from smacking him across the room. For a man he wasn't much to look at, quite scrawny in fact, and the hair? What had he been thinking, it looked like someone had poured a whole bottle of peroxide over his head and left him out in the sun all day. Wesker stood back up straight, Celeste wasn't all that tall, at 5"5 she was smaller then other women who worked for Umbrella, but Wesker had to admit that she was indeed pretty. Her dark hair flowing down over her shoulder and her thin black framed glasses perched on a petite nose. He would put money on it that under the lab coat was a very nice body indeed, and under the fridgid exterior. Resting his hand on his chin for a second he looked at her "Have you tried adjusting the temperature?" his question was genuine, he knew the answer that was coming back at him. "Do I look like some two bit Lab assistant who has just finished a job as a lab tech for a high school? Of course I have adjusted the temperatures, I am not that stupid" Wesker smirked "Well I was just making sure, dragons aren't known for their great intelligence" Celeste shot her eyes at him "Excuse me...what is that supposed to mean?" Wesker shook his head "nothing...nothing at all" Celeste practically stormed over to the other computer and sat down, hitting the keyboard as she typed up some report or whatever. Wesker knew she didn't want him here, and that made him want to be here more than anything. He took a petri-dish in his hand and began putting together a new cell culture to see if he could break the stroke of unluck that had plagued the lab. Birkin had sent him in to spy on Celeste also, her success sickened Birkin, Wesker knew the reason for Birkins dismay, although he would never admit it. Wesker knew Birkin belived that a woman did not have the ability to create the things that Celeste had. Wesker on the other hand believed differently, from what he had heard about Celeste, she was quite the scientist, he had been looking forward to working with her, besides the rumours that went round about her, he could see she was just someone who was trying to get on with their work and try to survive the out dated persecution that women were subjected to.
Celeste typed up yet another boring report, she kept her eye on Wesker though and watched as he began to set up another cell culture. She knew Birkin had sent him to spy on her, Birkin's attitude to women was out dated and stupid. After finishing the report she stood up and walked over to Wesker watching him as he studied the petri-dish, he turned looking at her "I just wanted to try adjusting the temp to see if it would work" Celeste scoffed "Fine, remember and clean up when you are finished, I am going home" Without so much as a goodbye she walked out of the lab, Wesker growled slightly and then went back to the petri-dish. She was arrogant, stubborn and it was unlikely they would ever get on. What fun the next few weeks were going to be for Albert Wesker.
Albert Wesker walked down the corridor of the Umbrella Facility. His un- naturally blonde hair swept back in a sleep wave. The shine of the gel glistening as he walked under the abnormally bright lights. Today was the day he would join Doctor O'Connor to finish the cell reproductions for the first model of the cerebrus as it was called. Umbrella had requested that the animals be able to regenerate after injury, however it was proving to be easier said than done. He punched in his code at the lab door and walked in as it opened, the sterile scent met him as he entered and then he saw her, Doctor Celeste O'Connor sat at the computer, her eyes gazing at the screen, her fingers moving delicately over the keyboard. She turned her head and looked at him, her brown eyes meeting his own. He had to admit that she wasn't at all what people had said her to be, a dragon they had called her. Her expression did not change when he offered his hand "Good morning Doctor O'Connor, my name is Albert Wesker, Doctor Birkin sent me up to aid in the regrowth of the cells" Celeste sighed lightly and stood up looking at his hand as if he had just offered her a grenade "Yes well...as I told Doctor Birkin. I prefer to work alone, however the language I speak is different from the one that Doctor Birkin speaks. You can start by cleaning the equipment, just over there" her soft pale hand motioned to the equipment that was in need of sterilisation. Wesker looked at her "Excuse me Doctor, but I was not sent here to clean your dirty dishes, I was sent here to help with the cell regrowth, now if you please, I would like to read over the results of the past attempts" How dare he! Celeste was appauled Who the hell does he think he is coming into my laboratory and asking me to see my reports!? Her mind was in a whirl, she had never been so insulted.
Wesker knew he had hit a raw nerve and he liked it. Smirking slightly he walked over to the computer and leaned down reading what was on the screen. Celeste stood behind him trying to stop herself from smacking him across the room. For a man he wasn't much to look at, quite scrawny in fact, and the hair? What had he been thinking, it looked like someone had poured a whole bottle of peroxide over his head and left him out in the sun all day. Wesker stood back up straight, Celeste wasn't all that tall, at 5"5 she was smaller then other women who worked for Umbrella, but Wesker had to admit that she was indeed pretty. Her dark hair flowing down over her shoulder and her thin black framed glasses perched on a petite nose. He would put money on it that under the lab coat was a very nice body indeed, and under the fridgid exterior. Resting his hand on his chin for a second he looked at her "Have you tried adjusting the temperature?" his question was genuine, he knew the answer that was coming back at him. "Do I look like some two bit Lab assistant who has just finished a job as a lab tech for a high school? Of course I have adjusted the temperatures, I am not that stupid" Wesker smirked "Well I was just making sure, dragons aren't known for their great intelligence" Celeste shot her eyes at him "Excuse me...what is that supposed to mean?" Wesker shook his head "nothing...nothing at all" Celeste practically stormed over to the other computer and sat down, hitting the keyboard as she typed up some report or whatever. Wesker knew she didn't want him here, and that made him want to be here more than anything. He took a petri-dish in his hand and began putting together a new cell culture to see if he could break the stroke of unluck that had plagued the lab. Birkin had sent him in to spy on Celeste also, her success sickened Birkin, Wesker knew the reason for Birkins dismay, although he would never admit it. Wesker knew Birkin belived that a woman did not have the ability to create the things that Celeste had. Wesker on the other hand believed differently, from what he had heard about Celeste, she was quite the scientist, he had been looking forward to working with her, besides the rumours that went round about her, he could see she was just someone who was trying to get on with their work and try to survive the out dated persecution that women were subjected to.
Celeste typed up yet another boring report, she kept her eye on Wesker though and watched as he began to set up another cell culture. She knew Birkin had sent him to spy on her, Birkin's attitude to women was out dated and stupid. After finishing the report she stood up and walked over to Wesker watching him as he studied the petri-dish, he turned looking at her "I just wanted to try adjusting the temp to see if it would work" Celeste scoffed "Fine, remember and clean up when you are finished, I am going home" Without so much as a goodbye she walked out of the lab, Wesker growled slightly and then went back to the petri-dish. She was arrogant, stubborn and it was unlikely they would ever get on. What fun the next few weeks were going to be for Albert Wesker.