My problem with the Redfield Siblings started much earlier than the Mansion Incident and Rockfort. You see, I was well known and respected by every one of the Umbrella Employees, including guards and soldiers. I pretty much got anything I wanted, and could do whatever I wanted. I only bothered with the missions that required extreme care.

I know you don't want to hear all this... but you're on my time now. And I'm going to tell you my side of the story, whether you like it or not! I know you all are rooting for the Redfields, the other remaining members of STARS, along with Mr. Kennedy. But maybe after you hear what I have to say, you'll be thinking differently.

Now, as I was saying...

My problem with the Redfield Siblings started much earlier than the Mansion Incident and Rockfort. Yes, I know I repeated myself. I just wanted to make sure that if you didn't catch it the last time... that you caught it this time. Mr and Mrs Redfield were researchers with their own company. They devised chemicals that would be able to undo physical damage or deformities. I'm sure you don't know this about the Redfield Girl, but when she was younger, she was in an accident that messed up her legs. They started using their research to fix her and, well, succeeded.

Either way, Umbrella found out about them, and asked them more than once to join. Every time they were asked... they refused. That is where I came in. I was asked to eliminate them, the children, and retrieve the research. I must say, I enjoyed shooting Mr. Redfield in the forehead the moment he opened the door. After I watched him fall, I stepped over his body, my men filing in behind me. Everything seemed empty, but after listening a moment, I heard them upstairs.

This was going to be easy.

I started upstairs as my men started searching the house for the research. I could hear the woman whispering to her children. I stopped at the top of the stairs, seeing the woman come out of a bedroom with a shotgun. I had to admit, she was extremely gutsy for someone in her position. Before she could even fire, I planted a shot into her forehead. When it came to perfect aim, and one-hit kills... I was the master.

When it came time to finish the children, to my extreme annoyance, could not seem to find them. My men and I tore the entire house apart... literally. And what made it worse, there was no sign of the research, though the fireplace seemed to have been used quite recently... ... in the middle of summer. It was a simple task and I was outsmarted by a couple of children, and two adults who must have suspected we'd do something.

We left the house and returned to the facility... I knew everything I had worked for over the years would be undone by two mere children. I swore that as soon as I found them... I would make them pay...

(For Wesker... as a tribute to his many years of evil acts and devious plots. May there be many more in the future)