"Nothing happened." Bryan swore to stick to that response even if Justin resulted to torture.

"Oh, c'mon dude…just a little something!" Justin was practically begging.

"If I didn't know you well enough I'd say you were jealous Justin."

"Hey now, you know damn well enough I have a girl, she just was smart and got out while she had the chance."

Bryan knew that Justin had been seeing Samantha Hooper for at least 7 years now. The only thing that kept them from getting married was the fact that Sam didn't want to continue working for the company, and Justin did. She had quit about 4 years ago, and lived in Raccoon City, but Justin only got to see her one day a month when he got to leave the mansion.

'Well, your boring anyway," Justin said, snapping Bryan back into reality, "I bet you just laid there, and…um…what is it you losers do…oh yea, talked." He chuckled.

"Very funny asshole," Bryan retorted as sat up, "I gotta ask you something though."

"Oh, I understand."

"You do?" Bryan was confused.

"Yea," Justin came and sat next to him in the bed, put his arm around him and continued, "You see, there are the birds and the bees, and when a man really loves a woman he takes his pen—."

"That's enough already!" Bryan yelled as he got up and walked into the restroom to escape his friend's annoying laughter.

"Besides," Bryan shouted from the other room, "That isn't what I wanted to talk about."

"Oh, really? Then tell me what's on your mind bro…"

"This sickness, the one that everyone in the mansion seems to be getting…what do you know about it?"

"Not much," Justin replied, "Why?"

"Well, I'm just really struggling with why we seem the be the only ones who aren't getting sick, I mean of course we have our hazmat suits, but so does everyone else…you don't think it has anything to do with that—."

"Test vaccine?" Justin cut him off.

"Yea." Bryan replied.

Back when they were both new to the Spencer Estate both Bryan and Justin had been randomly selected to participate in a program that only a few members of each Umbrella facility around the word was given a chance to become a part of. They were given a shot of a new test vaccine being worked on by Umbrella called AH846C, and were then monitored for 6 months afterwards. Nothing substantial ever came from it, and it always irked Bryan that he had allowed Umbrella to taint him like that, but now he was beginning to wonder if it had been worth it all along.

"Perhaps," he thought, as Justin rambled off on some off-topic excuse for their health, "This is a planned viral outbreak, and Umbrella wants to see how I handle the pressure…well, I'll show them, I don't understand what Justin can provide, but I guess I could use the help."

"…and that is why rabbits are probably the simplest explanation." Justin finished, looking very pleased with himself.

"Justin," Bryan said, "This is more then…er, rabbits….this is a viral outbreak…I've been thinking about since people started to get sick a few months ago, a T-Viral Outbreak, I think there's a reason why we got those vaccines. I believe it's up to us to make this mess better before the law gets involved.

"Hmmm," Justin said, "Why us?"

"Well, we always have been on top of our departments, and report back to Wesker as scheduled every day. I guess," Bryan said, as he beamed with pride, "loyalty plays a big part in this company in the long run."

"But all those innocent lives that are going to suffer because of the outbreak?" Justin asked, "Why would they do that just to test us?"

"Well," Bryan replied, "I guess we could try to save a few of them, if possible, but I'm sure the spill was an accident, we should get a report from Wesker outlining this soon, so I say we sit back and see what happens…sit tight, you know?"

"I guess," Justin said, "I think you're just paranoid. Good night."

"Night."

Justin went to sleep, but Bryan stayed up. He had thoughts running through his head of award ceremonies and promotions.

Shaking hands with Wesker.

Being the top-dog of Umbrella's research programs.

The sky was the limit, and Bryan was sprouting wings. All he had to do was allow the death toll to rise just enough that it made his feat seem almost impossible, and then follow standard procedure…it'd be a walk in the park.

"What about Ingrid," he thought.

He knew that she meant more to him then any promotion, but this was the best for both of them. She always talked about wanting to get out of Umbrella, and if he got the promotion then she could quit and they could live on his pay. She would be alright, he would just give her a hazmat suit and say that Wesker ordered her detained to her quarters until further notice.

The plan was flawless, and the rewards limitless.

In less then 24 hours all the newly infected would begin to turn, and so on in that manner until as had become custom down at the infirmary. Wesker would come in to see him handling the situation, and the law would never be involved. Perfection.

Just in case something did go wrong, he knew that every Department head was given a pistol for their own safety, and Bryan new where the guard's ammunition stock room was located….if he, or Justin, ran into resistance, appropriate measures could be taken.

Bryan sighed as he climbed into bed. The date was July 22nd, by July 24th Bryan would be a hero, and he could feel it.

"Perfection," he sighed again, as he climbed into bed and shut off the light. For once, a good night's sleep was on its way.