Umbrella Office

Wesker had not taken much pleasure in killing the Cyclops type monster. Approaching the end of the Chow hall he walked through the door bringing him into a hallway with several doors. I sense life which obviously shouldn't be here Wesker thought. Walking into the only lighted room, a wide grin spread across Wesker's features. Leon?? What could he be doing here? Sleeping at that; how pathetic.c I have a mind to let that zombie approaching him eat him, Wesker thought, letting out a mirthless laugh. This in turn lured the zombie away from his prey to something more active.

"You can't be serious, really?" Wesker asked it with a smile.

"I mean really, you vs. me? I think the winner is obvious."

The zombie growled and lurched toward Wesker who was holding a wide grin on his face. Wesker drew his hand into a first and threw it right into the zombie's face literally sending his face directly out the back of his head.

"Gross. My hands half submerged in zombie blood," Wesker said, the grin still standing fast.

The zombie wasn't able to move. He held Wesker's fist, his hands just flailing on Wesker's coat. Wesker withdrew the fist and launched a kick at the Zombie's chin which broke its neck and sent it to the floor. Now to deal with Leon. Wesker walked towards the computer picking up the PDA. Wel,l gathering top secret building plans. Aren't we bad Leon? After flicking through the PDA Wesker pocketed it, walking over to Leon, and taking his Desert Eagle and 2 spare magazines from his person. Leon was startled by this and woke.

"Wesker? What the fuck! I heard you were dead," Leon said, his eyes widening.

"Well, things change Leon," Wesker said cryptically.

"What the fuck does that mean? If you're dead you don't come back unless…….." Leon said trailing off.

"Articulate aren't we Leon? I didn't expect you to understand so fast. In fact, I didn't understand immediately. I didn't ask for it," Wesker said, laughing.

"But it's never taken to a human. If they did that you should be like them," Leon said pointing at the zombie on the floor attempting to get up.

Wesker crushed its skull with his foot and continued talking.

"Well, in my half sleep I understood that I had the perfect DNA that would take to the virus and here we are Leon."

Leon's hand flew to his holster which was empty. Wesker let out a laugh.

"Missing your peashooter are you?" Wesker said, laughter ringing from his cold voice.

"You fuck, what are you going to do kill me?" Leon said, fear in his voice.

"No Leon, what do you see me as? A savage? A barbarian? Why would I kill you when there's much else I could with you Leon? Like asking you when the S.T.A.R.S are going to arrive?"

"No idea what your talking about; I'm freelance. I haven't heard from the S.T.A.R.S."

"I see. Well, I really can't leave you here to warn them. Don't worry, I won't kill you," Wesker said bloodlust rising.

Faster than any human Leon had seen, Wesker grabbed his wrist and pulled him close hitting him in the back of the head with his arm. Wesker grabbed the unconscious Leon and tossed him over his back like he was a rag doll. Wesker took him to the final unopened door at the end of the hall. There were 2 cerebrates in tubes in there floating in the water. Wesker threw Leon in front of the tubes walking over to the left corner of the room. He popped the back off the security camera and moved a few wires. It began to beep and human then began its rotations. He then walked over to the tubes and set the cerebrates waking time to 1 hour. Now this will be fu,n Wesker thought, setting off in stride towards the security booth.

S.T.A.R.S Chopper

"Ok, Delta," Mike said over the roar of the chopper.

"We should be descending on the facility in 30, no problems?"

Claire was checking the guns with a tense look on her face. James was examining his extensive collection of lock picks at his waist. Mike had moved to the cockpit with Brian to make sure of the time. This was usually how the team looked before a mission. None of James's flirt attempts or Justin's quick wit. It because he was up in a hospital bed and was all business. Either way, Claire had a bad feeling about this mission.

"Landing in 20, stay on your toes kids," Mike said.

"Can you tell us anything more about this mission cap?" Justin said.

"Well it's an Umbrella facility. Small and recently all reports stopped coming out of it as well as campers complaining of the smell. Since it's small we shouldn't have a lot of trouble, but no reason to be careless," Mike said, giving everyone a look.

Claire remembered her first mission. It was kind of boring -- an office building where they thought there might be some odd activity but it turned out it was a cat in a vent chasing a few rats. None had been as calm as that. She loved action, so she didn't mind, but today she wouldn't mind it being a cat in a vent. The chopper was so humorless without Justin it pained her to think about him.

"We're doing down. Be ready. Pass out the weapons Claire."

Claire sighed and began to go to the racks to pass out the weapons.