Hours had passed, but these people were efficient. The fires were still burning, but Wesker had promised a sample, and he always followed through on his word.
"Where are we supposed to be meeting him?" asked a man.
"Where the coordinates indicated." Replied the other.
"We've arrived." Said the pilot of the Blackhawk helicopter.
"Take it down." Both men said together.
As they descended they could smell burning flesh, wood, and paper. The fumes were overpowering so both men took gas masks, and climbed out of the helicopter, landing a few feet below.
They sifted through the waste, looking for anything valuable, and keeping an eye out for their contact.
"I don't see him," said the first man.
"Same." Said the second.
Just then the first man tripped over something. Using a stick he dug beneath the debris.
"Come check this out."
"What?"
"I think it's him."
The two men looked down at the charred, impaled corpse of Albert Wesker.
"Well, monetarily speaking, we benefit from this situation I guess." The second man said as he searched whatever was left of Wesker's pockets.
"Is it there?"
"Affirmative." Replied the second, as he pulled the glass vial out of Wesker's front pocket.
"You know, since we don't have to pay him, we could use the money for some personal research." The first man said pointing as Wesker's body.
The two men glanced at the blue liquid inside the vial. Then the second man called up to the helicopter over his walkie-talkie.
"Land and bring us a body bag. There will be some unanticipated extra luggage, and make it quick. The press will be crawling over this disaster area in a matter of no time. Not to mention the authorities."
After a few moments of digging and work Wesker's body had been bagged, placed in the helicopter and lifted into the air.
"And to think," the first man said, "Umbrella will have no idea we were ever here."
"Indeed." Said the second man, as he patted his hand against starchy material of the body bag and the helicopter flew off into the sunrise.
"Indeed."