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The Memorial Mental Institute was only one building, however it was huge. There were ten floors with at least twenty windows on each level.
There was a lot to get through; however with the amount of soldiers on hand it would be a breeze.
"Sir the perimeter is secure; no one can get in or out."
"Excellent," he pulled down his shades and gazed at the building afar. It was night and yet he wore shades, most of the surrounding soldiers were shit scared of him. He didn't tolerate failure at all. His strangely orange-yellow eyes burned into the institute.
He wore a black jacket over a black shirt, trousers and army boots. He just liked the colour, reminded him of death. Three small letters were embroidered into the left breast of his jacket.
H.C.F
"I want a sweep of the entire complex," he said to the young soldier next to him.
"Yes sir!" he saluted, "What about the patients and doctors sir?"
Wesker pushed back his shades and faced the man, "This is also a 'clean up' operation soldier," he hissed.
It was H.C.F's policy when dealing with rival corporations. 'Clean up' said it all, the soldiers were to go in and kill every single person in the building.
No survivors were allowed.
To Wesker giving that command was nothing; it didn't affect him like it would the expendable soldiers standing in front of him. If he could he would drop a bomb on the building and have done with it. Yet inside was something more important than anything. Well to him.
The soldier nodded and backed away.
Wesker faced the building again, his blonde hair shone under the moonlight, he smiled. He could almost taste the T-Veronica virus in the air. He was thankful that he wouldn't have to deal with Alexia. She was a mean bitch. It was only a matter of time before they would storm the asylum and gain access to the secret lab.
Umbrella's time was ticking away fast.
The Memorial Mental Institute was only one building, however it was huge. There were ten floors with at least twenty windows on each level.
There was a lot to get through; however with the amount of soldiers on hand it would be a breeze.
"Sir the perimeter is secure; no one can get in or out."
"Excellent," he pulled down his shades and gazed at the building afar. It was night and yet he wore shades, most of the surrounding soldiers were shit scared of him. He didn't tolerate failure at all. His strangely orange-yellow eyes burned into the institute.
He wore a black jacket over a black shirt, trousers and army boots. He just liked the colour, reminded him of death. Three small letters were embroidered into the left breast of his jacket.
H.C.F
"I want a sweep of the entire complex," he said to the young soldier next to him.
"Yes sir!" he saluted, "What about the patients and doctors sir?"
Wesker pushed back his shades and faced the man, "This is also a 'clean up' operation soldier," he hissed.
It was H.C.F's policy when dealing with rival corporations. 'Clean up' said it all, the soldiers were to go in and kill every single person in the building.
No survivors were allowed.
To Wesker giving that command was nothing; it didn't affect him like it would the expendable soldiers standing in front of him. If he could he would drop a bomb on the building and have done with it. Yet inside was something more important than anything. Well to him.
The soldier nodded and backed away.
Wesker faced the building again, his blonde hair shone under the moonlight, he smiled. He could almost taste the T-Veronica virus in the air. He was thankful that he wouldn't have to deal with Alexia. She was a mean bitch. It was only a matter of time before they would storm the asylum and gain access to the secret lab.
Umbrella's time was ticking away fast.