Chapter 6
Occasionally, there were the few times where Wesker enjoyed having spare time. This was one of them. He would lock his doors, feed his Doberman, and fall into a 24 hour coma. It was the perfect plan, he had decided. He had thrown his cellphone down on the table and removed his tactical gear. He couldn't stop thinking. It had always been one of his problems. He was always calculating, even in the most trivial of issues. It had become a way of life for him since his time at Umbrella.
Who was A.W. And how did they know? ... Why would they tell him? Did it matter? A.W was on his side after all. The most likely circumstance was that in the end, A.W probably wants a favor from Chief of Security in the future...and, they well deserved it in Wesker's mind.
He got out and was about to go to bed when the phone rang.
"Albert Wesker."
"What do you think you're doing! You think you can take a day off whenever you please! Get your ass back here, immediately!"
Irons.
"I'm taking a sick day, Chief." and he hung up. He had almost gotten through the threshold when another call came in.
"Yes?"
"You listen to me, you cocky bastard, or I'll have you dismissed from the Police Department permanently."
Wesker had enough. He shut off his phone and enjoyed one of the longest and enjoyable sleeps he'd ever have.
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A woman in a red dress sat comfortably in a chair.
"Why are you here. Did we not give you a job to complete?" the representative asked, looking from his papers.
"Someone tried blowing him up." she said smoothly.
"Who."
"Timothy Donetsk, head of Crisis Management."
"Do we know why?"
"No. Not yet."
"They probably have had a tiff. It's happened before in the past with men like them. Especially Albert. "Why is this man so important to you?" The woman asked smoothly.
"Spencer insists that he is absolutely indispensable. That is all he has informed me on the subject. Your orders still stand. Only intervene if there is no other option.
"What should i do, if I'm approached? Deny involvement with Umbrella?"
"He will know if you are lying. He's been trained extensively and I'm told Albert has one of the highest IQ's in the Corporation. You must be very careful around him, Ada."
"You make him sound like a murderer."
"He is." said the representative in a matter of fact, tone.
"I find it hard to believe that one man can be as dangerous as you're implying."
The representative put down his pen and looked directly at her.
"When i say this man is dangerous, do not underestimate my meaning. You're very good Ada, ...but he's better. You are still a young spy. Knowing Albert, he may even track you down if he becomes curious enough or you become sloppy. We do not need more problems then we already have."
After those words, he cleared his throat.
"If you are approached or you are forced to make contact, you must not let him know the origin of your orders or the reason, no matter what the cost. Is that made clear?"
"Yes."
"Find out the meaning behind this. Tap his phone, get him to trust you, raid his home. I don't care how you do it, but this conflict must stop. Umbrella would prefer to do so, leaving both men alive. Just be very careful how to handle a contact situation.
"I can handle it."
"I'm sure you can, Ada. Now. How Is your progress with John?"
"He's hiding another strand from Umbrella. I haven't gotten the sample yet."
"So our suspicions were correct then. Lord Spencer will be most pleased. You may leave."
She begrudgingly got up and walked out, the sliding glass doors closing behind her.
She had joined Umbrella only 2 years ago. Her first assignment was as a sleeper agent with a scientist named John. Umbrella had suspicions that John had been purposely sabotaging his team within the past three years. Multiple scientist had made anonymous complaints that John had been making them all retrace their steps from beginning development when it was clear, their objectives were achieved. There was no proof that could expel John from his position and as a brilliant scientist, Umbrella preferred not to eliminate him. That's when Ada came in. She would earn John's trust and have him dispel all of his secrets until Umbrella found what they wanted. Two years later, she was doing an excellent job of that. She was engaged and had a place in his heart and in his bed. Turns out John wasn't much of an Umbrella employee. He had learned the effects of the T-virus Marcus had created and since that day, was not a fan of his employers. John never told her what the virus did... neither did Umbrella. But by what John had described to her, she wanted nothing to do with it. Everyday she had seen John come home from work, she could tell he was disturbed by what he saw. She knew him well enough after two years. He was an honest man, but one who would get the job done if he could. And John always did, except when it came to whatever his team was working on.
Ada hadn't gotten the sample yet from John. It wasn't because she couldn't but because she couldn't bring herself to betray him to the fullest. She knew she had to do it soon... but how and at what cost. She would never admit it, but she had grown attached to the scientist... and that had to change.
Her new case assignment was new to her, however. She was told to record any antagonistic behavior against a Mr. Albert Wesker; Chief of Security. They never said why, exactly, but they must have had their reasons. She soon came across Timothy Donetsk and his plot to attach a car bomb to the bottom of her subjects car. If there was anyone who would want this man dead, it would be his equals or his subordinates. Timothy Donetsk had always been one step behind Albert Wesker in all regards. Donetsk had been an Umbrella lapdog since day one. He had applied to be Chief of Security for 3 consecutive years but was turned down for the final time when Wesker was given the position. It was a common case and Ada had seen it before. There was a grudge there and it went unchecked, until now. She had left the note at the front desk that morning, knowing full well what Donetsk had planned. She wasn't sure if the man would follow through or if Wesker should be directly approached. She knew little of him, but by his habits, he was a thorough individual. Meticulous to the core.
There was more to the tiff than just a grudge though. Risking an assault on the Chief of Security was a high profile job, which would imply that Donetsk was desperate. Wesker either didn't notice the assailant, or didn't care. Until that morning at the RPD. He must have gotten her note because she had seen him from across the street in the coffee shop, sliding under his car.
She needed to find out more about him. Usually by meeting someone once, she was able to pick up signals about how they worked. This man had little communications, few personal phone calls, no family members.
She needed to get closer. It was only a matter of how.