Chapter 1: The Truth of The Matter Is This….
It had been several months since Jake had discovered the true secret behind Umbrella's so called "Dead Factory". The company that Jake had originally been so desperate to work for had turned its back on him. They stuck him in The B.O.W. disposal lab on his first day of work, a day in which Umbrella's true secrets were finally revealed. The company was secretly developing Bio-Weapons, horrible monsters straight out of a horror novel, and Jake and a team of other scientists were in charge of disposing of them when they didn't work out.
"God I hate this shit." Stated Jake as he turned a few knobs and pulled a couple of levers. "Come on, match damn you, match." Working the water sample machine was really an exercise in trial and error than a use of any scientific skill.
"Jake don't freak out. What's wrong?' Asked a senior scientist.
"Nothing, except this thing won't work. I think we need to create a new vaccine, because this strand of the virus doesn't respond to treatments from any combination of antibodies." Replied Jake sounding mildly frustrated.
"Calm down Jake. Just use whichever treatment works best." Stated the senior scientist. "Its not rocket science."
"You're right, except its much more complicated." Replied Jake.
"Jake could I chat with you alone for a moment?" Asked another young scientist, James Iverson.
James and Jake had been best friends since college, and when Jake got picked up by Umbrella he insisted James come along as well, insisting that James had the better grades of the two anyway. Now Jake and James couldn't leave, even if they wanted to and Jake still felt guilty about getting James involved at all.
"Just a sec." Replied Jake with a flip of his wrist. "Almost got it. There, perfect. Antibodies A, B, C, and D, combined on minor infrequent levels are capable of breaking down cellular bodies of the B.O.W. pigs sir." Stated Jake.
"Good to hear it." Stated the senior scientist. "Except they're breaking it down too slowly, we're set to get our next batch of B.O.W. pigs in about an hour or so. And time is of the essence around here Jake so I'm going to go with B type antibody with long stretches of A and C type interspersed in between, its sloppy but its quick."
"Jake can I talk to you please?"
"Sure James."
The two men walked out of the room and stepped down the long stairwell, the metal floor clanged underfoot as they reached the landing.
"God what is that stench?" Shouted James.
"B.O.W. pigs." Replied Jake. "You never really do get used to it."
The two men exited the room quickly and headed down the long hallway to the break room. The two men quietly walked in and sat down.
Sitting adjacent to them were two of Umbrella's private soldiers. Striker 10 and Striker 9 of Umbrella's Strike Team Delta 12.
"Hey look, eggheads. Its nice to see you guys come out of you're little cave one in a while" Said Striker 9
"Funny guys, very funny." Stated James flatly.
"Hey don't worry, I'm just joking. Or am I?" Asked Striker 9 calmly as he rose from his chair and walked out. Striker 10 didn't follow.
"Don't worry about Wully there, he just likes to tease the new guys sometimes, he's really a great guy." Said Striker 10 as he got up and walked out behind him. "Hey Wully, wait up." Shouted Striker 9 as he jogged down the hallway.
"So what is it you interrupted my work for James?"
"Jake, I just wanna know something man."
"Yeah what?"
"Do you really like it here?"
"Hell no man. I'm stuck working in some God forsaken dirt hole, with pricks who refuse to listen to my opinions on anything. They won't even get the kind of doughnuts I like."
"The chocolate ones with the little green sprinkles." Replied Jake.
"Yeah those. I mean they put me in command of the disposal sector but none of my subordinates listen to me. This place is gonna be really dangerous to these people someday. I mean, the antibodies just aren't effective enough against this strand of the virus. Not to mention the liquid medicine is probably the poorest quality its ever been, and there's hardly enough of that as it is. Last week we had to bring in some MPs to do the zombie B.O.W. Guineas execution style when the liquid disposal system went down because there wasn't enough to keep it operational."
"So what was that like?" Asked James curiously.
"Well it was messy. And the probability of the bullets killing them outright wasn't very high anyway so it took a while."
"Glad I wasn't there."
"I'm sure you are." Replied Jake in a playful tone.
"Did they make you clean up?"
"No the old guy did, but I had to help."
"Well that sucks."
"We should get back to work man." Said Jake as he stood up.
"You're right let's go."
Jake walked out first as James stuck his right hand into his pocket. He clicked off his tape recorder before joining his friend in the hallway.