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An obnoxiously loud rendition of "Fur Elise" blared into Mr. Brown's ear from his currently ringing and vibrating cell phone, which was spastically going out of control by his bedside. He groaned and rolled over, checking his clock which informed him that it was a cheery eleven minutes until 5:00 AM. Brown groggily turned over, hoping this call was important enough that it was important enough to interrupt his slumber, and grabbed his phone, answering with a partially slurred "Hello"
"Brown, it's Black. I've got what we needed to activate the dormat virus in the test subjects. We will finally be able to truly begin the Sin Experiments. I've already informed Red, and I think today I will officially begin the TRUE research"
"Couldn't you have saved this for the meeting? Y'know, the meeting in THREE HOURS?" Brown didn't care if Black thought he was pissed: He was. He had been tired, and he was exeptionally irritated by the fact that he had been woken up to find something out that he would find out in a few fucking hours anyway. He was mildly surprised to find out that he got no reply from Ms. Black. "Ya there still?" The only reply Mr. Brown got from Black's line was a symphony of beeps, indicating her hanging up on him. Brown hit the "End" button on his phone and sluggishly lobbed it into the seat of his chair where his brown tweed suit sat, waiting.
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The final button on Mr. Yellow's fine black suitcoat secured itself after a slight struggle, slightly scraping across his belly. Yellow wasn't necessarily a fat man by any means, but he had the typical businessman's paunch and his thinning blonde hair made his face look much fuller than it had been in the past. He tucked his yellow tie into his coat and waited for a few little seconds as the elevator ventured to the top floor of the building, where he was due for a meeting, of course. This was one of their regularly scheduled meetings, but Ms. Black apparantly had some big breakthrough with her little hooh-hah and whatnot, and Yellow actually found himself mildly curious about what exactlyshe was so anxious about. Thinking back, he realized that the day she began her "Sin" projects had been the first time she'd ever smiled since becoming one of the big Umbrella bosses. He figured that she didn't have much in that head of hers to smile about, being a Raccoon survivor and all. The tiny chime snapped Yellow out of his thoughts and he slipped a stick of gum in his mouth as he stepped out of the elevator.
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Mr. Red was surprised to find that he was the first to arrive when he opened the door to their board room. He was more than sure that Black would be there first, for she'd almost been bouncing off the walls for the past week. He had to admit, thinking of the project did make him a bit anxious, but also a bit frustrated. Red had formed almost a miniature "alliance" with Ms. Black and Mr. Brown (who's really just a seat filler) and he was a little irked that not even he was allowed to know who the test subjects for the Sin were. It couldn't be a big deal, but Red pushed the idea aside as he took his seat. He pushed his hands through his black hair, making sure it was slicked back, just as he liked it. Not long after him, all the rest began to pile in. Ms. Blue arrived second, but he didn't have much to say about or to her. Mr. Red didn't really like any of his coworkers as much as he hated them and suspiciously watched them. Blue was the definition of the word "whore," while characters like Brown did nothing but take up space. Then, certain characters like Yellow had perks likejust sitting and hogging everybody else's credit and glory, claiming that he's got the "senior authority." A senior at fifty-fucking-four? Pff, right. Black finally arrived, second to last, only beating out Mr. Brown, but he arrived promptly, which was quite a surprise,after Black.
"Alright everybody, shall we begin?" Ms. Black's smiley greeting didn't receive any real enthusiastic replies, but Red didn't think that was her prime goal. She pulled a very small vial out of the pocket of her black coat. It was about the size of a pen cap, and the liquid encased inside was transparent. "This, my friends, is the key to what will start the Sin Experiments. Once this is administered upon the test subjects who have the pre-virus in their systems, the changes and real experimentation will begin. Are you all ready"
Green wasn't exactly sure what to make of Black's last comment, and slightly chuckled. "What exactly do you mean by 'we'?" Confusion and dissention was beginning to arise in all of the Umbrella bosses. The big picture finally clicked in Mr. Red's brain, and he stood up, grabbing his chair and rearing back, ready to toss it at Ms. Black. She'd betrayed him and Brown and everybody else for that matter, and he wasn't going to lose his life at her deception. However, her reflexes were farfaster than his and the vial flew through the air untilit's flight was halted whenit made impact with the desk, the glass smashing and flying every which way. The activation virus left no stain, for it instantly became a gas and made its way into the lungs of the infected bosses. Black was the only one standing after mere seconds passed, only due to her lack of the pre-virus in her body. The heels of her shoes clicked against the floor as she stepped over bodies and grabbed the telephone.
"Doctor Quillocy?"
The good doctor's gruff voice appeared on the other line. "Dr. Q here, what can I do for you?" Black said nothing, and after a few moments, Dr. Q realized to whom he spoke. "Oh, right. Are they ready?"
"As ready as they'll ever be." Black smiled and hung up the phone. She turned and glared at the bodies of her former coworkers. This sight built up her anticipation all the more and she exitedly knew she'd soon see them perfected as they would be reveling in their own sins.