Chapter Eleven: The Last Farewell
"It just doesn't make sense," Birkin said. He and Wesker entered the cavernous main entrance of the laboratory. Their footsteps echoed off the cold, gray concrete of the walls and floor. They passed the massive cargo lift and turned down another passage ending in the two metal doors to the lift. Birkin stared at his clipboard, flipping through its pages and scratching his blonde head. "Do you honestly think that this could be the identity of that crazy young man? Dr. Marcus didn't even have children, let alone grandchildren. It's all impossible. But, if somehow it is true—if he knows the old conspiracy—then Umbrella will be finished!"
"Indeed," Wesker said, keeping stride with William. "If the old conspiracy against Dr. Marcus is revealed, then Spencer's career will be over…not to mention ours as well." William's scratching grew more feverishly. Wesker saw Birkin's jaw clinch out of the corner of his glasses.
"No," Birkin said. "Not now, when I'm so close…"
So, this was how it would end. Everything was so neatly set out before him, all Wesker had to do was keep to his plan. True, this little coup was unexpected, but it did make everything infinitely easier. The two reached the lift's doors, and Wesker pressed the call button.
"So," Wesker said to himself, a smirk crawling across his face. "The time has come at last."
"What are you going to do?" William asked.
"My time with Umbrella is nearing its end," Wesker said. "After all, the biological weapon utilizing the Virus is near completed. Our only required task is to acquire combat data."
"You can't be serious!" Birkin said. "I refuse to leave my work. I just need a little more time to finish G…It will make the T-virus look like nothing more than the flu—"
The lift reached the landing with a screeching sound that made both Wesker and Birkin glance over. Wesker sighed. It would have been quite beneficial to have Birkin on his side. He was, after all, brilliant in his field. Though the more Wesker thought on it, this was for the best.
"Do as you wish," Wesker said as the lift doors opened. "I will do what I must, and I'm sure you will do the same."
Birkin nodded and extended a hand. Wesker eyed it for a moment before he grasped it and shook it.
"I won't be staying long," Birkin said. Wesker stepped inside the lift and entered the button for the ground floor. "Only enough to gather research. Then I suppose I will do what I have to—use the self-destruct. With any luck, it will get that mad man as well."
With that, the lift doors closed.