The water soothed, running down like a cascading flow of calm. Even as a young boy, Albert Wesker had enjoyed the water. Swimming lessons had been a highlight of his youth. The steaming shower took the edge off, but no sooner exiting from its warmth, he had it rush back upon him again. All he plans, all his wants, and yet none had ever come to fruition until now. Everything he had ever desired was within his grasp, except her. Angelica had a power within that had only yet to be tapped into, and yet she enslaved herself secretly to people who did not know she was even alive. Wiping the mirror clean of the steam which curled around the air, Wesker stared at his reflection. If he could tempt her..turn her to the way of life he had grown accustomed to..It would turn the tides.

Setting his jaw firmly, the frustrated man shook his head. He could not let the unknown distract him from the upcoming goal. After the immediate problem was handled, perhaps she would understand when the world bowed at his feet. Looking at the flashing satellite phone that had laid discarded upon his desk, Wesker slicked back his white, gold locks. Grousing at the images that had been transmitted, the man began to dress himself. Entertaining a splendid idea, the malicious streak resurfaced in a sinister chuckle. Redfield and his new partner were stubborn, perhaps he would have some fun with them. That was..if they made it to the ruins rendezvous ...

—-

Manufactured.. The word echoed within her mind, entertaining thoughts she had not returned to for almost three years. Being in Jill's presence triggered feelings of shame and sorrow that she pushed down on the regular.. Now blatantly at the forefront of her mind.. Angelica had been confined to a small quarters on one of the upper decks of the aircraft carrier. She had already paced the room, looking for an easy means out, but had found none. Now sitting upon the floor, the frustrated woman rested her head against the wall.

After the Arklay facility had been destroyed, the woman known as Angelica Burrows had been pronounced dead. Shrouded in anonymity, she had utilized that information to make herself a ghost. Angelica preferred it that way, watching, and waiting, biding her time.

She had infiltrated some of Spencer's pet projects further north, gathering information from different facilities across the North American border. She had even gathered some of the original samples from Alexia Ashford.. That had made her contact quite pleased. Banging the back of her head rhythmically against the smooth wall, Angelica sighed inwardly at the memory clouding her thoughts.

—-

Rain..

Years prior.

It had been about to storm that night. The night that a power struggle had shifted into a quest for revenge. She had been keeping a close eye on Spencer personally for the last few months. After hacking into his computer signature, Angelica had been able to track most of his whereabouts for the last decade. But after the fall of Umbrella, the now frail man had moved himself into a near replica of the Raccoon Estate. The surveillance feed of the home had been rerouted to her cyber presence, the harsh glow of a portable laptop illuminating her red eyes. Angelica had watched halfway around the world as the gruesome truth had finally been revealed. She had not guessed Wesker would've infiltrated that night to take the information he felt he rightfully deserved..

Ozwell was a dying man, gripping at laboring breaths whilst his prodigal son stared frigidly out the bay window behind. The warning censors had been alerted from the beginning, but Burrows had no sympathy for the old man's impending doom.. What she hadn't expected, was the final conversation the two would have. Wesker stood silent, letting the hacking man explain his horrible secret.

"The Wesker children were entrusted with limitless potential. A superior breed of humans, given birth by the Progenitor virus. All failed in the end, all have died..but you."

The demon of science clenched his fists, the fury within him barely contained. Cocking his head to the side, but not meeting Spencer's gaze, Flaming eyes burned from behind the Aviators. Wesker's voice sounded hoarse, unnaturally soft to fit his mood.

"Are you saying I was manufactured?"

Spencer coughed, old age and disease rattling within his chest.

"Your creation was not a complete loss..but all our future died with Raccoon."

Pausing to suck in life's oxygen from the tank he kept close, Ozwell lurched forward from his wheelchair, standing Shakily, the knowing look of who exactly was lost in that disaster being passed between the two men .

. "I was to be a god! But now my candle burns dimly. Ironic, for one who has the right to be a god..to face his own mortality."

The unsteady man turned towards his experiment, a grim line set at his mouth. The elderly man was caught by a strong grasp, holding him forcefully upon his feet. Wesker sneered at the pitiful thing that was supported by his arms, thrusting a gloved hand into the being's chest. Bones cracked upon impact, the sickening sound drowned out by the noise of thunder. Holding the man close as it choked in death throes, Wesker snarled.

"The right to be a god..is now mine."

Throwing the fresh corpse down, he lorded over the body as it cascaded down the polished marble steps. Amber, gold eyes flickered as he remembered the one other 'Wesker child' that had been lost with Raccoon. Baring his teeth, Wesker stared at his former mentor.

"You..a god? Arrogant until the very end..."

The coldness of Angelica's observant eyes faltered as she could almost stare into Wesker's own via the video feed. Slowly she blinked, her attention diverting down to the file of information that was laying upon her lap. She slowly covered her mouth with her hands as tears of realization finally broke through.

The woman had slowly been leaking information to the BSAA, but now... she feared that she had been little too late. Wesker had grown too powerful; for mere rookies to deal with. Watching as Spencer's blood pooled, Angelica sucked in a hissing breath between silent sobs. She held no pity for the now dead man that laid lifeless on his own floor , what she saw were her former teammates about to meet their demise as Chris and Jill burst onto the scene. .. She should've been there to stop him…

—-

Opening her eyes, Angelica let the memory fade. The man she was fighting against was of the same kind..the same 'Wesker' as she. Somehow, she would bring him back.. Staring at the reinforced, steel door before her, the woman's eyes flashed bright red. Underneath her stare, the door seemed to buckle...the hinges starting to squeal..