Wesker
{{Forgive the shortness of the chapters, I've just been trying to get these done and over with so I remember. }}
Emotionless, his powerful grip had stole consciousness from this young girl. Some might find his actions a bit unnecessary, but to him, they made perfect sense. This girl had seen him, like a criminal without a mask, he had to do something about it. She seemed to know more than she should about Umbrella, and now that she saw him, there was no doubt she'd put the pieces together. He was a bit curious, however, to learn what else she knew, and to what extent. Why she was here, and if she knew anything vital about his enemies.
With her body limp and unconscious, he shifted her weight a little. She was an average sized girl, probably only a little over 100 lbs, but she weighed practically as much as a feather compared to his strength. Wesker, with much ease, hoisted her up over his shoulder. He wondered what he would do with her, surely he couldn't just let her go. At least, not with her memory intact. He supposed he could use her as another subject for experimenting.
She didn't seem to be unhealthy, weak yes, but that could be changed in a matter of time. She was also young, young enough, hopefully, to have her mind altered, molded, controlled, she was a teenager, so it was possible. Then there was the issue of her family and anyone seeing...no one else was around, no big deal. He could pass it off as just another missing teenage girl. There would be a search party, a memorial, missing persons flyers, but in the end she wouldn't show back up, and everyone would assume the worst. Hell, if he had no more use for her they could even find the body they'd been looking for!
The blonde glanced around the area, no one around. Good. This would be easy. Too bad he'd have to save his trip to his colleague for another day. Or the meeting could be moved to inside the Hive instead of the contrary.
Turning and setting down the suitcase, the motion of which had knocked the phone from her pocket to fall and hit the concrete. He didn't bother picking it up, he hardly noticed. His mind and hands were far too busy dealing with holding the girl up on his shoulder, and unlocking the room to get back inside, and then to pick up the suitcase once again.
He disappeared into the science building once again, the door locking automatically behind him, he made his way to what seemed to be an average corner of the room. Setting the suitcase down once more, using his free hand, Wesker opened a small panel, which looked like a fire emergency button. Sliding the button mechanism to the side, was another panel, a clear computerized mechanism, he typed a code with his gloved fingers, and leaned down a bit for a retinal scan. After a few seconds of processing, the computer let him in. Suddenly a portion of the wall pushed forward, big enough to be a door, it opened, and after another series of doors unlocking, opened the walkway that would eventually lead down into the Hive.
Once inside the main halls of the hive, a silence came over the employees, spreading to one another like a plague. Everyone ceased their conversations when Wesker was there, they didn't want to be caught off-task. To Wesker, every employee was expendable, he could always find new ones. His boots echoed off the floors as he made his way to the desk of a young woman. Everyone kept their heads down, in what could be seen as a mix of fear and respect. Wesker didn't care which it was, it was just nice to have order around here. And it warmed his cold sadistic heart to know that everyone here would do exactly what he said when he said it out of pure fear, and even in some cases respect. It made him feel powerful. Like he ruled each and every one of them. He let no emotion seep through his features as he walked past, and this was something the employees hated. His emotion. He had none. The only times he did was when he was angry or going mad with power.
"I need a room. I need the medical records and anything you have on this girl, run them as soon as you get DNA samples." He gave a calm, stern order, the woman nodded.
"Yes sir."
With that, he turned and headed to an open room lead by some nurses.
The nurses laid the girl out on the table, taking DNA samples quietly and strapping her down just incase she woke up nurses even made sure to check whether or not the girl was really alive, the nasty hand-shaped bruise on her neck alarmed them, but they tried their best not to show it to their boss.