The Lost Umbrella Files
Thank you to:
Shalashaska-001 Casspaz Raphaelsan
For all the reviews! Apologize for the late update, I had exams to study for. (High school guys! I'm a busy guy!)
Dear Friend,
Spencer had an outburst. My new room in the Spencer Residence is quite nice. It has a nice bathroom, and a well made bed. I'm worried about Spencer. He seems to be pushing me and Birkin to our limits, to research Ebola. He seems to favor William a bit more than I, probably because he's a scientist. William was a bit worried that Spencer would be displeased, so he and I set up the lab through the night, and were ready to start in the morning. I've noticed that William has been interested in Ebola its self, not part of this new virus they're making. I should go now and meet William.
Albert.
Wesker folded the letter, and put it in an envelope and licked the seal shut so know one would ever read it. He opened his suitcase, and stuck the letter inside there. He shut his suitcase, and put on his casual clothes, and left the room.
To Wesker's surprise, Birkin was there in his lab coat, waiting outside.
"Albert, wanna go get a drink? There's a bar here." Wesker laughed, and followed Birkin into the bar room. There was a man there, entertaining other Umbrella Employees. Wesker leaned over to Birkin and whispered in his ear.
"Why are so many people here?" he whispered. Birkin puffed out his chest again.
"Spencer told me that some of the people here work in the shark tank below the Residence, so they need someone to entertain them on their darkest days around here. Sometimes, the workers can go into a deep depression about certain things." Wesker grinned, and the bar tender noticed them.
"Can I get ya's a drink, fellows?" Wesker laughed quietly. This guy was drunk, and was obviously Irish.
"Sure. A cold beer for me," said Wesker. Birkin eyed Wesker angrily.
"And you, little friend?" said the bartender gesturing towards Birkin.
"Oh me? I'll have a coke." All the men at the bar laughed, and Birkin was confused.
"What?" he asked. The bar tender, nearly falling over, explained using deep breaths.
"We...only...serve...beer...here!" All the men laughed again, and clashed cups and drank.
"Never mind then." Wesker grabbed his bottle, and followed Birkin into the hallway, and onto the path that led to the Mansion.
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The Lab Manager was there, waiting for them. They nodded to him, and then silently he led them to Spencer's office. He knocked three times, and Spencer opened the door himself, smiling.
"Come in!" he said welcomingly. Wesker gulped, and entered the room followed by Birkin. Spencer smiled, and sighed.
"I want to apologize for my outburst yesterday. I have checked the labs, and I see that you spent the night setting up the lab so that I wouldn't be unimpressed with you two, and for that, I thank you. I assume that today you will be starting on the research?" Birkin gulped.
"We need some samples, R-Resistant Gloves, two pairs of pliers, tongs, gas masks, Spark Shields, a spare handgun, and some Ebola Samples as well as some RNA."
Spencer snapped, and then a man dressed in white came in. Spencer snatched the paper that Birkin was reading off the materials from, and handed it to the man.
"Make sure these two get all that is needed on this list, do you understand?" The man nodded, and walked quickly out of the room. Spencer smiled again, and looked at the two young employees.
"For what you've done, I've raised your salary to 5000." Wesker's mouth dropped, and Birkin flinched.
"Why?"
"For the hard work you've done so far. Congrats. Now, my Lab Manager will assist you down to your lab. I've taken the liberty of installing a intercom so that if you need anything down there, you can call me up here or the lab manager. Ciao." Spencer got up, and pushed them out of his room, and slammed the door. The Lab Manager pressed the button for the elevator, and it came up. The party got onto the elevator, and it descended onto the Lab Levels.
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Wesker and Birkin entered their labs, and found what they needed on the observation table in the middle of the room. Birkin ran to the computer, and turned it on, as well as the equipment. The exhaust system began to run, and Birkin typed into the computer.
"Albert, put the samples into those machines over there place." Not even looking, Birkin pointed to a machine that had extended arms. Wesker stuck one of the tubes inside the hands, and the Birkin ran over and typed into the machine's console.
"William, what's the rush?" asked Wesker.
"We should complete as much as we can before break. Hand me the pliers, then grab a microscope from the storage room behind the labs." Wesker grabbed him a pair of pliers, then went into the storage room. Inside it, unused devices were jumbled all over the floor, most of them wrecked. Wesker found a working microscope, and picked it up. It weighed a ton.
"Hurry up!" ordered William.
Wesker groaned as he lifted the object up, and slammed it down on the observation table. Birkin shuddered.
"Not so hard!" Wesker laughed.
"Take a chill pill William. It's not broken." Birkin rolled his eyes, and grabbed the sample from the machine. And poured a little bit of it onto the plate. Birkin turned on the microscope, and looked into the lens.
"Yup...this is the Ebola Sample. We'll need to find the chemical make up of the virus so we can find out if it's compatible with the RNA make up Spencer gave us." Wesker nodded, and then went to grab the RNA Sample. He put it in the machine, and pressed the button Birkin had pressed. The machine began to shake the sample.
"Ok, now take the pliers and put it in the holder beside me." Wesker took the pliers from the desk, and grabbed the sample. He put it in the test- tube holder, and set down the pliers.
"Anything?" muttered Wesker.
"Of course not! I just started! I need to run this through the computer a couple of times so it can analyze the sample. It's the only way we'll be able to find out."
"Alright then."
Wesker turned on the computer, and the newly-installed intercom beeped.
"Albert Wesker- up to Spencer's Office- on the double!" Birkin looked up.
"What're you standing there for! Go!" Wesker laughed, and then exited the lab.
Thank you to:
Shalashaska-001 Casspaz Raphaelsan
For all the reviews! Apologize for the late update, I had exams to study for. (High school guys! I'm a busy guy!)
Dear Friend,
Spencer had an outburst. My new room in the Spencer Residence is quite nice. It has a nice bathroom, and a well made bed. I'm worried about Spencer. He seems to be pushing me and Birkin to our limits, to research Ebola. He seems to favor William a bit more than I, probably because he's a scientist. William was a bit worried that Spencer would be displeased, so he and I set up the lab through the night, and were ready to start in the morning. I've noticed that William has been interested in Ebola its self, not part of this new virus they're making. I should go now and meet William.
Albert.
Wesker folded the letter, and put it in an envelope and licked the seal shut so know one would ever read it. He opened his suitcase, and stuck the letter inside there. He shut his suitcase, and put on his casual clothes, and left the room.
To Wesker's surprise, Birkin was there in his lab coat, waiting outside.
"Albert, wanna go get a drink? There's a bar here." Wesker laughed, and followed Birkin into the bar room. There was a man there, entertaining other Umbrella Employees. Wesker leaned over to Birkin and whispered in his ear.
"Why are so many people here?" he whispered. Birkin puffed out his chest again.
"Spencer told me that some of the people here work in the shark tank below the Residence, so they need someone to entertain them on their darkest days around here. Sometimes, the workers can go into a deep depression about certain things." Wesker grinned, and the bar tender noticed them.
"Can I get ya's a drink, fellows?" Wesker laughed quietly. This guy was drunk, and was obviously Irish.
"Sure. A cold beer for me," said Wesker. Birkin eyed Wesker angrily.
"And you, little friend?" said the bartender gesturing towards Birkin.
"Oh me? I'll have a coke." All the men at the bar laughed, and Birkin was confused.
"What?" he asked. The bar tender, nearly falling over, explained using deep breaths.
"We...only...serve...beer...here!" All the men laughed again, and clashed cups and drank.
"Never mind then." Wesker grabbed his bottle, and followed Birkin into the hallway, and onto the path that led to the Mansion.
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The Lab Manager was there, waiting for them. They nodded to him, and then silently he led them to Spencer's office. He knocked three times, and Spencer opened the door himself, smiling.
"Come in!" he said welcomingly. Wesker gulped, and entered the room followed by Birkin. Spencer smiled, and sighed.
"I want to apologize for my outburst yesterday. I have checked the labs, and I see that you spent the night setting up the lab so that I wouldn't be unimpressed with you two, and for that, I thank you. I assume that today you will be starting on the research?" Birkin gulped.
"We need some samples, R-Resistant Gloves, two pairs of pliers, tongs, gas masks, Spark Shields, a spare handgun, and some Ebola Samples as well as some RNA."
Spencer snapped, and then a man dressed in white came in. Spencer snatched the paper that Birkin was reading off the materials from, and handed it to the man.
"Make sure these two get all that is needed on this list, do you understand?" The man nodded, and walked quickly out of the room. Spencer smiled again, and looked at the two young employees.
"For what you've done, I've raised your salary to 5000." Wesker's mouth dropped, and Birkin flinched.
"Why?"
"For the hard work you've done so far. Congrats. Now, my Lab Manager will assist you down to your lab. I've taken the liberty of installing a intercom so that if you need anything down there, you can call me up here or the lab manager. Ciao." Spencer got up, and pushed them out of his room, and slammed the door. The Lab Manager pressed the button for the elevator, and it came up. The party got onto the elevator, and it descended onto the Lab Levels.
---------------------
Wesker and Birkin entered their labs, and found what they needed on the observation table in the middle of the room. Birkin ran to the computer, and turned it on, as well as the equipment. The exhaust system began to run, and Birkin typed into the computer.
"Albert, put the samples into those machines over there place." Not even looking, Birkin pointed to a machine that had extended arms. Wesker stuck one of the tubes inside the hands, and the Birkin ran over and typed into the machine's console.
"William, what's the rush?" asked Wesker.
"We should complete as much as we can before break. Hand me the pliers, then grab a microscope from the storage room behind the labs." Wesker grabbed him a pair of pliers, then went into the storage room. Inside it, unused devices were jumbled all over the floor, most of them wrecked. Wesker found a working microscope, and picked it up. It weighed a ton.
"Hurry up!" ordered William.
Wesker groaned as he lifted the object up, and slammed it down on the observation table. Birkin shuddered.
"Not so hard!" Wesker laughed.
"Take a chill pill William. It's not broken." Birkin rolled his eyes, and grabbed the sample from the machine. And poured a little bit of it onto the plate. Birkin turned on the microscope, and looked into the lens.
"Yup...this is the Ebola Sample. We'll need to find the chemical make up of the virus so we can find out if it's compatible with the RNA make up Spencer gave us." Wesker nodded, and then went to grab the RNA Sample. He put it in the machine, and pressed the button Birkin had pressed. The machine began to shake the sample.
"Ok, now take the pliers and put it in the holder beside me." Wesker took the pliers from the desk, and grabbed the sample. He put it in the test- tube holder, and set down the pliers.
"Anything?" muttered Wesker.
"Of course not! I just started! I need to run this through the computer a couple of times so it can analyze the sample. It's the only way we'll be able to find out."
"Alright then."
Wesker turned on the computer, and the newly-installed intercom beeped.
"Albert Wesker- up to Spencer's Office- on the double!" Birkin looked up.
"What're you standing there for! Go!" Wesker laughed, and then exited the lab.