Barry had been wandering this house for hours and found nothing. No Bravo's, no survivors, and certainly no help. What he had found however were several zombies, and enough stress to turn his entire stomach into an ulcer.

While working his way through one of the many identical hallways, he had found a room with several pictures lining the walls, and an insignia that referenced the pictures. It seemed as though it was some kind of puzzle, wherein if you pushed the buttons under the pictures in a certain order something would happen. At first Barry had been slightly cautious about trying it, but the room was very relaxing, it had an open air ceiling and birds were flying in and out, it made the whole room seem slightly less creepy.

"I should've known better," Barry said to himself as he rubbed his left bicep.

It wasn't long until he realized the consequences of messing up the puzzle he had discovered. The ceiling wasn't open, it had a mesh wire cover, and the birds in the room were not forest creatures, but prisoners who were forced to perch on wires above. Whenever he got the order incorrect the birds would get electrocuted and attack him from above. It didn't take much to make him flee the room and stop trying.

"And now, I'm wandering yet another of these goddamn identical hallways on the way to my next death trap."

Barry was beginning to wonder who the hell would want a mansion like this. It didn't make sense. Traps and puzzles, zombies dressed up in lab coats and other types of science apparel, and just the sheer magnitude of the entire evening this far, was perplexing enough. Plus, as tough as he was, being alone was starting to creep him out. The sooner he found Chris, and the Bravos, the better.

Just then, Barry passed something that caught his attention. As he walked around the corner, from one hallway to the next, he saw a door cracked open a bit, and a stream of light coming out from underneath it. Now of course, someone could have just left the light on, but Barry was still precautious.

"It could be nothing," Barry said, "but this ain't no Motel 6."

He removed his Colt from its holster and slowly approached the door. The closer he got, he could hear a voice coming from inside, as well as the sound of keys tapping. It didn't take long until he recognized the voice.

"Wesker!" He said to himself.

What could Wesker be doing using a computer here? In fact, Barry was curious how the man would even have known there was a computer somewhere in the mansion in the first place. Barry had seen a ton of typewriters thus far, but never a computer. It just seemed all very suspicious. He got closer and took a listen.

"The mansion infiltration could've afforded to be much easier, due to unforeseen, but greatly appreciated shortcomings amongst my team.."

"Mansion infiltration?" Barry thought, "greatly appreciated shortcomings?" For an email back to HQ it didn't sound like dear old Captain Wesker thought very highly of his team.

"No," Barry thought, "Something is wrong, I better keep listening."

"and are now currently aiding me in testing our creatures by leading my remaining team into peril, and then reporting back to me the results. As updates come in they shall be forwarded to you. Sincerely, Albert Wesker, White Umbrella."

"White what?" Barry thought to himself.

Did his own captain just say that this whole mansion was nothing more then a scam and that, of all people, the Umbrella Corporation was involved? Barry couldn't believe his ears. He never liked Wesker, couldn't find it in himself to trust him since day one, but he never actually thought those beliefs were well founded; he always just thought Wesker was too cocky for his job, but never a traitor.

Barry heard a chair push across the floor, Wesker was getting up.

"Shit, shit, shit!" Barry thought, "What the hell am I going to do?"

Barry moved to the other side of the door, so as to be hidden when it swung open. He cocked his Colt, and was ready to nab Wesker the second he left the room.

As Barry tried to suppress his heavy breathing, he heard footsteps. Then slowly the door began to swing entirely open. As soon as the door had opened as far as it could with Barry behind it, Barry slammed it shut behind Wesker and immediately put the barrel of his gun to the back of Wesker's head.

"Don't even think about moving you son-of-a-bitch!" Barry exclaimed.

Wesker sighed. "Twice in one night, what are the odds?" he muttered.

"What was that?" Barry asked, pushing the barrel into Wesker's blonde hair, just to remind him who was in charge now.

"Eh, nothing, Burton, do you mind my asking what you intend to do with that?"

"I'm a lot older then you kid," Barry replied, "and even I would know what a colt to the head means. You're under arrest."

"What are the charges, officer?" Wesker sneered sarcastically.

"Conspiring against police orders, fraternizing with an outside source, and just being an all-around dick." Barry replied.

"I see," Wesker said, "but I'm not following you."

It seemed, to Barry, that not only was Wesker playing dumb, but he apparently didn't care about the fact that his "mission" had killed Joseph, and possibly killed Chris, or whoever else was lost in the mansion.

"You asshole, innocent people are dead because of you, and you aren't following me?" Barry mocked. "Give me one good goddamn reason I shouldn't pull the trigger right now?"

"Well, let me think," Wesker replied. He calmly continued, "The only reason I can come up with is that I don't think you're the kind of man to put your family at risk to bring me down."

"What?" Barry asked.

"I'd be glad to explain, but of course, you can always just shoot me and find out for yourself."

Barry gritted his teeth. "Turn around," he said lowering his colt, "but don't try anything funny."

Wesker turned around.

"Well, I'm not entirely sure how long you've been standing outside that room while I had been typing." He said. "But I am going to assume that you know as much as I typed. Therefore, you are wondering 3 things right now. One, why is your family in danger. Two, how is umbrella involved. And three, who is my buyer?"

"Your what?" Barry replied.

"Scratch number three then," Wesker said. "Allow me to make this short and sweet Mr. Burton, I work for a division of Umbrella Inc. known as "White Umbrella". If you haven't already been able to this out, the mansion you are standing in, used to be one of our research and development centers, until a breakout of one of our virus strains got loose and infected most of the people working and living here. I was placed as S.T.A.R.S. Captain in Raccoon, so I could monitor what went on in this facility, and prevent outsiders from getting in. When I was informed of the outbreak, I thought, what better an opportunity then this to test what our creations were capable of, and so I sent in my teams to do a little "field test", if you will."

"Bravo Team's helicopter?" Barry asked.

"Precisely," Wesker answered, "I took it upon myself to do some rewiring, however faulty it may have been, to their systems, and figured that they alone would be enough of a test, however, after splitting up I received no response from them in terms of who had been killed, where and how, as I had expected I would get. So I sent us is, as reluctant as I was to get myself involved, I figured that at least this way I could monitor the progress by myself. Which brings me to the issue of your family."

"What the hell did you do to them you asshole?" Barry said, approaching Wesker.

"Down Hercules," Wesker replied, smiling from behind his black sunglasses, "I figured that bringing myself here could only lend to the possibility of getting caught somehow, and as I could never see Valentine or Redfield being capable enough to sneak up on me, I figured I should have a contingency plan in place. The moment we left I already had a team of my best assassins en route to your house, where they are currently poised in the shadows waiting for my command. If you don't listen to my every command, or if I sense the least bit of reluctance on your part from here on in, all I have to do is make one phone call, and you'll never see your wife or daughters again. Understood?"

"Not a very good contingency plan if you ask me," Barry said raising his colt again.

"Why is that?" Wesker asked.

"Because if I shoot you now, they will never get that phone call." Barry replied as he began to take aim.

"Very good Barry, very good, but not good enough however," Wesker replied, "because I also have told them that every hour on the hour I will cal and check in on them, and if I don't call them on the hour, that too is a command to strike. So please, shoot if you must."

Wesker's evil smile was only matched by the cold, eerie effect given off by the sunglasses he wore. Barry knew there was nothing he could do, no matter how badly he wanted to cap Wesker right here and now, his family was at risk, and he could never forgive himself if he allowed anything to happen to them, even if it meant letting the bad guy win.

Barry lowered his colt, he looked down at the floor, and "What do you want me to do?" he said in defeat.

"Ah, now there's a good boy," Wesker said, "I need you to go ahead and make sure that any and all Bravos still alive on the mansion grounds appropriately meet their match, as I have a feeling that at this point they may start heading back through the woods to Raccoon, and we cannot afford this information being linked to the public. Umbrella could easily cover it up, but it'd hurt my paycheck if they had to. I'm sure you understand. I'll be watching you though Burton…so don't go heroic on me if you want your family to be safe. Keep that in mind."

Wesker turned around and jogged off down the hallway without saying another word. Barry stood alone in the dimly lit hallway feeling very confused and helpless. Wesker had the upper hand, and his family was in danger, there was no other option he had but to obey Wesker's every sick wish and desire. He shuddered at the thought.

"I'm too old for this shit." Barry said as he went off in the opposite direction.

He knew what he had to do, no matter how difficult it may be. The Bravos, once his brothers, were now his enemy. It would take him a considerable amount of time to find any of them, if there were still any alive to begin with, on a grounds this size, so he had time to plan as he searched.

Plan on how to bring Wesker down, once and for all.

"Don't think you've won yet Wesker," Barry thought, "this battle is just beginning."