Wesker had been quietly watching, waiting for the opportune moment to make a move. It was almost perfect, the way everything had worked out. Only time was the enemy, and that soon would be remedied. Keen, cold eyes scanned across the scene below them, the taste for blood boiling at the back of his throat.
The man below him had caused more grief than any other single person in Wesker's career, and the opportunity for revenge that presented itself was far too sweet. He hated Redfield above all others that had crossed him, and the younger man's death would make his accomplishment that more complete.
The satisfaction of his power planted the familiar smugness back into Wesker's mind and he took the first few steps down those crumbling stairs. The ex- S.T.A.R.S. captain went to meet his former Alpha, his hands spread in devilish joy. Applauding flamboyantly, Albert Wesker's eyes bore into Chris Redfield with a passion for discord, his lips curving into a viscous smile.
"You haven't changed.."
—-
Everything slowed, as if life had pressed a pause button along the way. She was done playing along.. Ruby eyes seemed to be tinted with blood as they focused upon the straining door, the frame finally shifting into a final stage of woe, screeching from strain .
The steel slab combusted into slivers and shards that floated as if gravity had no say. Angelica stepped through the sparkling curtain, the pieces of destroyed metal falling behind in a shower of light noise. Several of the undead lackies stepped forward from their posts, viral parasites blooming from their mouths menacingly. Tilting her head to the side, a challenging smile spread across the woman's face.
Several of the larger and sharper pieces of metal began to raise once more, pointing their fangs at the men before them. Walking down the hall in silence, the only sounds that echoed as she traversed past were those of flesh being torn from limb. Shards flew through the air and past their mistress, sinking into and ripping every obstacle that was in her path to shreds. She told herself they were already dead.. The people they once were long gone due to the parasite that now plagued what was left of their bodies. This was their release.. Their bloody.. Painful gift.
—-
Excella's breath caught in her throat as she backed away. Redfield had recovered from Valentine's onslaught quickly, his handgun now pointed directly at her once more.
"Cut the crap and tell us what is going on! Where's Jill?"
Jill stood silently by her side, not giving any reaction to the man's demand. Excella suddenly saw the ex- S.T.A.R.S Alpha blanche, his own gaze diverting to the man that was descending from the staircase above. Wesker was wreathed in black, making the golden hue of his locks striking against the leather material. The ever present, silver shades glinted evilly, hiding the feline eyes that resided beneath.
"You haven't changed..."
Backing off from the group slowly, Gionne watched carefully for the opportunity to escape towards the awaiting cargo ship. A smile toyed at her mouth, the sight of Wesker relieving all her fears. Her king was here to protect her...
—-
It was a cyber hacker's dream equipment. Before slim fingers lay touch screens, government grade sensor arrays, satellite phones, and a computer containing records of past and present experiments..
Angelica's bloody reign had ended abruptly, the guards having been expended in this wing of the ship. Now sitting in one of Wesker's personal offices, the woman sniffed the stale air. The scent reminded her of an old hospital ward..
Typing furiously at the keyboard, she began accessing data files at a rapid rate. Pictures of old friends and enemies flashed by, being transferred to an unknown location. Typing on an instant messenger to what looked like a computer bot, Angelica's fiery eyes looked tired for a moment.
The familiar Red Queen symbol flashed upon the screen as she typed, coalescing on the sides of the windows she was using.
'The data files you have requested have been transferred. Requesting to attempt to acquire
subject for further analysis.'
Waiting for the brief pause to be over, she lowered her eyelids in exhaustion. Seconds later, an alert beep caused the woman to jerk her eyes open once more.
'Granted'
Looking up at her own reflection within the monitor screen, Angelica nodded to herself. Slowly she began to type once more, gaining exponential speed as she went on. Tapping the touch screen gently, Angelica mentally absorbed the information she was reading. Excella's Tricell files had been left now unprotected, the former Umbrella scientist was finding out what her research had been exactly used for.
Panel after panel of failed projects flashed before her eyes, causing the woman to squint in emotional agony. Birkin, Ashfords..Nemesis.. Tyrants.. Pausing briefly upon an old photo of herself, Angelica looked at her past form. It almost seemed alien to her now..Several of her former research materials had been recovered however and transferred under a new encrypted profile however.. Angelica paused.. Confused. A.. Wesker.. ? She already had access to Albert's profile.. She was in it now.. Who was this..
Red Queen quickly filed the page away, sending whatever info to her associate before she had the chance to go further.
"Shit..ok.."
Looking away to another projector monitor, fingers pressed gently upon the list of known affiliates. Wesker's compiled file drew up, familiar blue eyes staring at her from the old picture. Albert Wesker, Jack Krauser, Leon Kennedy, Sherry Birkin, Jill Valentine.. all had been exposed to, T Virus, Plagas, or Progenitor in one form or another. Shifting her jaw to the side, Angelica switched the screens over to a more recent project. Uroborus' main processing facility highlighted her present location, but other primary places were listed in Italy, Russia and America..Romania?
Downloading the extra files she could access into a flash drive, Angelica rose from her spot. Slipping a non-traceable satellite phone into her pocket, the woman moved through the doors. Moving quickly and silently, Angelica made her way to the doorway of the main loading deck. Crouching against the lip of the shadow, the woman eyed her surroundings.
The deck was covered with Wesker's viral converts, some even carrying sidearms instead of the stun rods as before. Sighing softly, Angelica flicked her heel. A tri-pronged boot knife slid out from the hidden slat hole, shining with a deadly intent as it fell into her palm. Emerging from her hiding spot, the woman barely made a sound before disappearing in a blink faster than the human eye.