Some barely known café
Sociedad, Spain
1220 hours, 25/10/2004 "I hope you didn't come empty handed." Said the first figure, "I havn't been wasting my time have I?" "Of course not, Umbrella is loyal to those who are loyal to it." The second figure said, opening two briefcases, inside were neat bundles of 100 euro notes. "I hope that this is the colour of your money." The first figure looked at the second and then smiled. "Good," the first figure smiled again, "very good." The second figure then got up, "it's a pleasure doing buisiness with you. Remember, the Umbrella Corporation is your friend so long as you are its friend." He said, extending his hand. The first figure stood up and accepted the handshake before taking the money, money to be deposited into a nameless Swiss bank account. For if Umbrella discovered their true identity, chances were that they would end up in a tragic "accident."
HQ de Umbrella, Espania
Barcelona, Spain
1235 hours, 25/10/2004 "The money has been delivered sir." Manuel Cesar-Sanchez reported over the phone to his superiors in Belgium. "Good, very good," came the smug voice of Adrian De-Vigliers. "Now I want you to send a message to 0744386484, failure is not acceptable." "Yes sir," Cesar-Sanchez clattered the phone on the ground, and sent the message. "Good," De-Vigliers said, "now end this call and turn on your TV in 20 seconds." Manuel Cesar-Sanchez ended the call and started to count to 20. Upon reaching the number he flicked the switch to his giant sized LCD TV, which came to life. Instantly, the face of Adrian De-Vigliers appeared. "Good work Cesar." He said, with a look of sardonic scorn appearing across his face, you see, whoever they were working for will learn the hard way that failure is not acceptable.
Some backstreet Sociedad, Spain 1237 hours, 25/10/2004 The first figure from the conversation heard the beep of a cellphone indicating a message. A thought of horror hit, they didn't have a cell phone!!! It was the last thought that they ever had, instantly the briefcases jumped out their hands to head height, opened and exploded, perforating them with fragments of polymer before they could even blink. They suitcases carrying the dirty money killed the figure before they hit the hard Sociedad footpath.
One of the many luxurious villas overlooking the sea Mallorca, Spain 1320, 25/10/2004 Celina Solari waited impatiently for her man to arrive with the money. The anticipation of receiving the 20 million euros was a wait that she could no longer bear. But her man that was supposed to deliver the money to her was running late, and Agent 31 never ran late, ever. Agitated she flicked on her television and switched it to one of the channels in English. She was about to fall asleep on her afternoon siesta when the loud telltale chime of NEWS ESPANIA in English popped up, bringing her back to the room. "In an unusual event today in Sociedad, a man was found dead in one of the many backstreets. He was found lying on the ground, his head perforated by spikes coming from his briefcase. The cases were fully laiden with precious 100 Euro notes, and it is believed that the incident is either gang or drug related." The news reader, Francisco Mendietta said. Immediately Celina looked at the screen at the body. He was wearing exactly the same thing as he was when he had left this morning, Umbrella had tried to murder her but had got the wrong person. Now she was going to make them pay. Immediately she reached for her cell phone, a rather mundane Nokia 3310, but appropriate for the purposes of disposal. She dialled the number of Umbrella's European headquarters, even though she knew that it would chew her credit up like a bunch of termites in damp wood. "You have reached the Umbrella European HQ, for English, press 1, per Italiano..." Celina hit the 1 button. "Thank you, if you would like information on our products, press 1, if you would like our consumer hotline, press 2, if you would like to place an order, press 3, if you require human direction, please hold the line." Celina waited impatiently for human direction. After about fifteen seconds (which seemed like days) she heard someone on the other end. "Good afternoon, how can I help you." "Get me Wesker!" she demanded. "Ma'am, could you repeat that, I'm not sure I heard you properly." The confused operator said. "You heard me, get Wesker on the line, NOW!" she growled the last bit. "Yes madam." With that the Celina heard a few buttons being pressed and the phone being put down, followed by the ever increasingly annoying tune of the entertainer. After another minute the tune cut off and was interrupted by a familiar voice. "Hello, Albert Wesker speaking, can I help you?" "Fuck you Wesker," Celina screamed, "you tried to murder me. You got my man that I sent. Can you explain that!" "Hmmm, you gave us bad information did you not?" Wesker replied calmly. "What!!! What the fuck was that supposed to mean, I told you that they were there, I read about your failed raid in the papers, so why don't you pay me up!" "Whoa, hold on a second lady." Wesker said, calm as ever, "we said, that we would give 20 million Euros to you on the capture or the death of those STARS members, did we not?" "Fuck!!! Its not my problem that you approached so loudly that people in Pakistan could hear you! Now give me my money, or I'm gonna bring you down Wesker!" "Calm down," Wesker said, still composed, "rules are rules, and there are some rules which even I can't break, and this one is one of them. As for you bringing us down, please, don't make us add you to the list, we know fully well about you Celina, so quit playing mind games, you will never defeat the Umbrella corporation." "Shit!!! You and your technicalities!" "But there is something that you could do," Wesker continued, ignoring Celina. "If you were to lead us to STARS, we'll increase your remuneration five fold. Now theres an offer you can't refuse." There was a brief silence on the line before Celina broke it. "Okay, but I want 40 million, plus my money you owe me paid in cash at the Emilio Forteza bar in Santander tomorrow, same time, otherwise no deal." There was a momentary silence on the end of the other, before a clicking noise, followed by Wesker clearing his voice. "Done."
Authors Note Apologies for lateness, I havn't been able to get on the internet as of late, hence the triple post.
Sociedad, Spain
1220 hours, 25/10/2004 "I hope you didn't come empty handed." Said the first figure, "I havn't been wasting my time have I?" "Of course not, Umbrella is loyal to those who are loyal to it." The second figure said, opening two briefcases, inside were neat bundles of 100 euro notes. "I hope that this is the colour of your money." The first figure looked at the second and then smiled. "Good," the first figure smiled again, "very good." The second figure then got up, "it's a pleasure doing buisiness with you. Remember, the Umbrella Corporation is your friend so long as you are its friend." He said, extending his hand. The first figure stood up and accepted the handshake before taking the money, money to be deposited into a nameless Swiss bank account. For if Umbrella discovered their true identity, chances were that they would end up in a tragic "accident."
HQ de Umbrella, Espania
Barcelona, Spain
1235 hours, 25/10/2004 "The money has been delivered sir." Manuel Cesar-Sanchez reported over the phone to his superiors in Belgium. "Good, very good," came the smug voice of Adrian De-Vigliers. "Now I want you to send a message to 0744386484, failure is not acceptable." "Yes sir," Cesar-Sanchez clattered the phone on the ground, and sent the message. "Good," De-Vigliers said, "now end this call and turn on your TV in 20 seconds." Manuel Cesar-Sanchez ended the call and started to count to 20. Upon reaching the number he flicked the switch to his giant sized LCD TV, which came to life. Instantly, the face of Adrian De-Vigliers appeared. "Good work Cesar." He said, with a look of sardonic scorn appearing across his face, you see, whoever they were working for will learn the hard way that failure is not acceptable.
Some backstreet Sociedad, Spain 1237 hours, 25/10/2004 The first figure from the conversation heard the beep of a cellphone indicating a message. A thought of horror hit, they didn't have a cell phone!!! It was the last thought that they ever had, instantly the briefcases jumped out their hands to head height, opened and exploded, perforating them with fragments of polymer before they could even blink. They suitcases carrying the dirty money killed the figure before they hit the hard Sociedad footpath.
One of the many luxurious villas overlooking the sea Mallorca, Spain 1320, 25/10/2004 Celina Solari waited impatiently for her man to arrive with the money. The anticipation of receiving the 20 million euros was a wait that she could no longer bear. But her man that was supposed to deliver the money to her was running late, and Agent 31 never ran late, ever. Agitated she flicked on her television and switched it to one of the channels in English. She was about to fall asleep on her afternoon siesta when the loud telltale chime of NEWS ESPANIA in English popped up, bringing her back to the room. "In an unusual event today in Sociedad, a man was found dead in one of the many backstreets. He was found lying on the ground, his head perforated by spikes coming from his briefcase. The cases were fully laiden with precious 100 Euro notes, and it is believed that the incident is either gang or drug related." The news reader, Francisco Mendietta said. Immediately Celina looked at the screen at the body. He was wearing exactly the same thing as he was when he had left this morning, Umbrella had tried to murder her but had got the wrong person. Now she was going to make them pay. Immediately she reached for her cell phone, a rather mundane Nokia 3310, but appropriate for the purposes of disposal. She dialled the number of Umbrella's European headquarters, even though she knew that it would chew her credit up like a bunch of termites in damp wood. "You have reached the Umbrella European HQ, for English, press 1, per Italiano..." Celina hit the 1 button. "Thank you, if you would like information on our products, press 1, if you would like our consumer hotline, press 2, if you would like to place an order, press 3, if you require human direction, please hold the line." Celina waited impatiently for human direction. After about fifteen seconds (which seemed like days) she heard someone on the other end. "Good afternoon, how can I help you." "Get me Wesker!" she demanded. "Ma'am, could you repeat that, I'm not sure I heard you properly." The confused operator said. "You heard me, get Wesker on the line, NOW!" she growled the last bit. "Yes madam." With that the Celina heard a few buttons being pressed and the phone being put down, followed by the ever increasingly annoying tune of the entertainer. After another minute the tune cut off and was interrupted by a familiar voice. "Hello, Albert Wesker speaking, can I help you?" "Fuck you Wesker," Celina screamed, "you tried to murder me. You got my man that I sent. Can you explain that!" "Hmmm, you gave us bad information did you not?" Wesker replied calmly. "What!!! What the fuck was that supposed to mean, I told you that they were there, I read about your failed raid in the papers, so why don't you pay me up!" "Whoa, hold on a second lady." Wesker said, calm as ever, "we said, that we would give 20 million Euros to you on the capture or the death of those STARS members, did we not?" "Fuck!!! Its not my problem that you approached so loudly that people in Pakistan could hear you! Now give me my money, or I'm gonna bring you down Wesker!" "Calm down," Wesker said, still composed, "rules are rules, and there are some rules which even I can't break, and this one is one of them. As for you bringing us down, please, don't make us add you to the list, we know fully well about you Celina, so quit playing mind games, you will never defeat the Umbrella corporation." "Shit!!! You and your technicalities!" "But there is something that you could do," Wesker continued, ignoring Celina. "If you were to lead us to STARS, we'll increase your remuneration five fold. Now theres an offer you can't refuse." There was a brief silence on the line before Celina broke it. "Okay, but I want 40 million, plus my money you owe me paid in cash at the Emilio Forteza bar in Santander tomorrow, same time, otherwise no deal." There was a momentary silence on the end of the other, before a clicking noise, followed by Wesker clearing his voice. "Done."
Authors Note Apologies for lateness, I havn't been able to get on the internet as of late, hence the triple post.