Wesker's Report II
Albert Wesker tore open the blinds to his room in the Residence, and stretched. The sunlight streamed into the room. He wiped his eyes, and yawned, then went to the dresser. He took out his jeans, white t-shirt, and a black coat that he would normally wear. As he finished putting them on, he went into his suitcase, and looking for a black locked case. He entered the three-digit number, and the box clicked open. It was his lucky sunglasses.
Three knocks interrupted his thoughts. Wesker walked over to the door, and opened it up. It was the Lab Manager.
"Er...hello." The manager nodded.
"Mr. Wesker. Master Spencer requires you and Mr. Birkin in his office immediately." Wesker nodded, and looked in his room and grinned. It was as messy as his one in the training facility.
"Alright then. Can I call you a name?" The manager shook his head.
"My name doesn't matter." Wesker laughed.
"Why is that?"
"Enough jokes Mr. Wesker. Now, let's go." Wesker chuckled again, and locked his door with his room key, and then put on his sunglasses. The manager looked puzzled.
"Why wear those? It's not sunny in here." Wesker didn't say anything. The manager shrugged, and kept on walking. Wesker looked into his lab coat pocket, and saw some smokes. Wesker was dying of one. Wesker would ask later. The manager knocked on Birkin's door twice.
"Hold on!" came the muffled reply. William opened the door, in his pyjamas. They were yellow and had orange spots. Wesker turned around and laughed silently. Birkin knew what was going on.
"Oh shut it Albert." Wesker laughed again, and peered into William's room. Papers were all over the floor, and on his bed. Notes were all over the walls. Birkin came back into view, wearing a white lab smock and a tie along with it.
"William, it's not your mother's wedding." Birkin rolled his eyes.
"First impressions."
"And, what's with all those papers all over your room?" asked Wesker as they began to walk out of the Residence.
"Just researching some of the Lab Papers on some knew Plant Experiments that they're making. I'm gonna ask Spencer if I can take charge of that."
"We, you mean." Birkin flushed.
"Uh...yeah...right."
The Lab manager opened the door to the walkway, back to the mansion. It was a beautiful day. Wesker and Birkin began to talk about Raccoon City Politics, and began to question the manager, but she showed know response.
What's stuck up his ass? thought Wesker.
The Manager entered the Mansion Courtyard, and went into a shed. He opened the door on the other side, then opened the gate to the mansion graveyard, which was empty.
"Why would you have a graveyard?" asked Birkin politely.
The Lab Manager said nothing.
Wesker took charge.
"Alright then. I'm calling you Bob. Lab Manager is too long." 'Bob' showed know response. It was as if he was some kind of machine. They entered the gate that led to the Spencer Hallway. 'Bob' led them to Spencer's office, and the knocked three times.
"Enter!" barked Spencer. 'Bob' opened the door for them, and Wesker and Birkin entered, and took two chairs in front of Spencer's desk. Spencer stopped typing on his typewriter and smiled at the two boys.
"Have a good sleep?" he asked cheerfully.
Wesker and Birkin nodded.
"Good. How has my manager been treating you?" Wesker chuckled.
"You mean, 'Bob'?" Spencer smiled.
"'Bob' is fine. Anyway, I wanted to discuss with you some of the experiments that we've been doing. First off, I want you two to start research on some of the samples of the Ebola Virus. We have Lab Rats you can use in the Animal Room. Watch out for the Dobermans."
"Sir, I found these experiment-result papers inside my room. Something about 'Plant 42'."
"Yes William. I would like you to research that later. But first, research Ebola. I left a note for you in the Lab for what you should start with. Alright?" Wesker and Birkin nodded.
"Alright. 'Bob', will you show them around please?" 'Bob' nodded, and then opened the door, and took them to the elevator the led to the Labs. He swiped his card, and then the elevator beeped. The doors closed, and it began to descend. 'Bob' turned to them.
"Here are your ID Cards. You have all security levels and are authorized to every room except Master Spencer's. If there is something wrong with the card, please see me as soon as possible. He nodded to Wesker.
"While in the labs, you'll need a lab smock."
Birkin puffed out his chest.
"Oh stop it," muttered Wesker.
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The elevator stopped, and then 'Bob' got out and held the door for them. Wesker clipped his ID to his shirt, and Birkin to his smock.
"Follow me please." Wesker and Birkin followed the lab manager, and stopped at quite a big lab with about two levels, and two rooms. It was a clear space, and you could seen through the glass walls.
"Whoa! Who's Lab is this?!" asked Birkin, pressing his face to the glass.
"Ours Einstein!!" whispered Wesker. Birkin did the 'oh' gesture, and turned to 'Bob'.
"It has already been programmed to fit your ID Cards. Mr. Birkin, if you would please."
Birkin nodded, and unclipped his ID. He swiped it through the reader. It beeped green, and the door slid open.
"If you need anything, use the intercom. The security monitor, her name is Annette, will come with whatever you need. Drinks, food, lab equipment, etc. Good luck. There's a note for you on the computer panel."
Birkin and Wesker nodded. Wesker asked,
"Uh...I saw some smokes in your pocket. Can I have them?" 'Bob' grunted.
"Smokes are not aloud in the Labs."
"Well, when I'm at the Residence in stuff." He grunted again, and handed Wesker the pack of cigarettes. Wesker cheered silently and entered the huge space. Empty Cryo-Stasis tanks were lined on the walls.
"What the hell are we doing?" muttered Wesker. Birkin ran to the panel, and turned on the computer screen. He began to type. Wesker turned to the door, and found some switches. He pressed the ones that turned on the lights. All the lights went on, and he looked up. He had a clear roof.
"Awesome..." he muttered. He found a knob. He twisted it, and then shutters came over the windows.
"Some privacy Will," said Wesker. William was writing something down.
"William?" he asked. Birkin turned to him.
"Hold on Albert. I'm writing something down."
"Alright."
Wesker faced the lab. This was now his home- for the time being.
Albert Wesker tore open the blinds to his room in the Residence, and stretched. The sunlight streamed into the room. He wiped his eyes, and yawned, then went to the dresser. He took out his jeans, white t-shirt, and a black coat that he would normally wear. As he finished putting them on, he went into his suitcase, and looking for a black locked case. He entered the three-digit number, and the box clicked open. It was his lucky sunglasses.
Three knocks interrupted his thoughts. Wesker walked over to the door, and opened it up. It was the Lab Manager.
"Er...hello." The manager nodded.
"Mr. Wesker. Master Spencer requires you and Mr. Birkin in his office immediately." Wesker nodded, and looked in his room and grinned. It was as messy as his one in the training facility.
"Alright then. Can I call you a name?" The manager shook his head.
"My name doesn't matter." Wesker laughed.
"Why is that?"
"Enough jokes Mr. Wesker. Now, let's go." Wesker chuckled again, and locked his door with his room key, and then put on his sunglasses. The manager looked puzzled.
"Why wear those? It's not sunny in here." Wesker didn't say anything. The manager shrugged, and kept on walking. Wesker looked into his lab coat pocket, and saw some smokes. Wesker was dying of one. Wesker would ask later. The manager knocked on Birkin's door twice.
"Hold on!" came the muffled reply. William opened the door, in his pyjamas. They were yellow and had orange spots. Wesker turned around and laughed silently. Birkin knew what was going on.
"Oh shut it Albert." Wesker laughed again, and peered into William's room. Papers were all over the floor, and on his bed. Notes were all over the walls. Birkin came back into view, wearing a white lab smock and a tie along with it.
"William, it's not your mother's wedding." Birkin rolled his eyes.
"First impressions."
"And, what's with all those papers all over your room?" asked Wesker as they began to walk out of the Residence.
"Just researching some of the Lab Papers on some knew Plant Experiments that they're making. I'm gonna ask Spencer if I can take charge of that."
"We, you mean." Birkin flushed.
"Uh...yeah...right."
The Lab manager opened the door to the walkway, back to the mansion. It was a beautiful day. Wesker and Birkin began to talk about Raccoon City Politics, and began to question the manager, but she showed know response.
What's stuck up his ass? thought Wesker.
The Manager entered the Mansion Courtyard, and went into a shed. He opened the door on the other side, then opened the gate to the mansion graveyard, which was empty.
"Why would you have a graveyard?" asked Birkin politely.
The Lab Manager said nothing.
Wesker took charge.
"Alright then. I'm calling you Bob. Lab Manager is too long." 'Bob' showed know response. It was as if he was some kind of machine. They entered the gate that led to the Spencer Hallway. 'Bob' led them to Spencer's office, and the knocked three times.
"Enter!" barked Spencer. 'Bob' opened the door for them, and Wesker and Birkin entered, and took two chairs in front of Spencer's desk. Spencer stopped typing on his typewriter and smiled at the two boys.
"Have a good sleep?" he asked cheerfully.
Wesker and Birkin nodded.
"Good. How has my manager been treating you?" Wesker chuckled.
"You mean, 'Bob'?" Spencer smiled.
"'Bob' is fine. Anyway, I wanted to discuss with you some of the experiments that we've been doing. First off, I want you two to start research on some of the samples of the Ebola Virus. We have Lab Rats you can use in the Animal Room. Watch out for the Dobermans."
"Sir, I found these experiment-result papers inside my room. Something about 'Plant 42'."
"Yes William. I would like you to research that later. But first, research Ebola. I left a note for you in the Lab for what you should start with. Alright?" Wesker and Birkin nodded.
"Alright. 'Bob', will you show them around please?" 'Bob' nodded, and then opened the door, and took them to the elevator the led to the Labs. He swiped his card, and then the elevator beeped. The doors closed, and it began to descend. 'Bob' turned to them.
"Here are your ID Cards. You have all security levels and are authorized to every room except Master Spencer's. If there is something wrong with the card, please see me as soon as possible. He nodded to Wesker.
"While in the labs, you'll need a lab smock."
Birkin puffed out his chest.
"Oh stop it," muttered Wesker.
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The elevator stopped, and then 'Bob' got out and held the door for them. Wesker clipped his ID to his shirt, and Birkin to his smock.
"Follow me please." Wesker and Birkin followed the lab manager, and stopped at quite a big lab with about two levels, and two rooms. It was a clear space, and you could seen through the glass walls.
"Whoa! Who's Lab is this?!" asked Birkin, pressing his face to the glass.
"Ours Einstein!!" whispered Wesker. Birkin did the 'oh' gesture, and turned to 'Bob'.
"It has already been programmed to fit your ID Cards. Mr. Birkin, if you would please."
Birkin nodded, and unclipped his ID. He swiped it through the reader. It beeped green, and the door slid open.
"If you need anything, use the intercom. The security monitor, her name is Annette, will come with whatever you need. Drinks, food, lab equipment, etc. Good luck. There's a note for you on the computer panel."
Birkin and Wesker nodded. Wesker asked,
"Uh...I saw some smokes in your pocket. Can I have them?" 'Bob' grunted.
"Smokes are not aloud in the Labs."
"Well, when I'm at the Residence in stuff." He grunted again, and handed Wesker the pack of cigarettes. Wesker cheered silently and entered the huge space. Empty Cryo-Stasis tanks were lined on the walls.
"What the hell are we doing?" muttered Wesker. Birkin ran to the panel, and turned on the computer screen. He began to type. Wesker turned to the door, and found some switches. He pressed the ones that turned on the lights. All the lights went on, and he looked up. He had a clear roof.
"Awesome..." he muttered. He found a knob. He twisted it, and then shutters came over the windows.
"Some privacy Will," said Wesker. William was writing something down.
"William?" he asked. Birkin turned to him.
"Hold on Albert. I'm writing something down."
"Alright."
Wesker faced the lab. This was now his home- for the time being.