An evil chuckle filled the lamp and lens room of Birdwell Island's lighthouse.

"Here doggy, doggy, doggy."

A man dressed in black stood at the window, looking towards the shoreline. He removed his sunglasses and his cold yellow eyes squinted as he searched for his prey.

He had a plan. This was the cleverest plan that anyone could ever conjure up. It was foul proof.

He scowled at the image of his last plan ran through his mind. That Alexia bitch had laughed at him and made him look like a fool. She wasn't as powerful as she believed. She allowed that punk Cris Redfield to escape. That told him Cris must have killed Alexia.

Well, there was no way Chris and his little band of heroes could win this round.

A flash of red caught the man's eye and he grinned maliciously.

"There you are. Right on time, big boy."

The man watched as a large red dog and two smaller dogs trotted down the well-worn path leading to the beach. They then began what looked like a game of tag.

"Come on, damn it! Go a little farther down the beach and see the nice little surprise I left for you."

As if on cue, the dogs stopped their romping and made their way towards the shoreline and the big red dog started sniffing at the dark lump on the sand.

"Go on, get up good and close you over sized flea bag! Now all I need is for my little pet to wake and do his worst!"

The big red dog had his nose close to the ground when suddenly the dark shape sprang onto all four feet and attacked the red dog.

"Yes!" cried the man in black. He watched the frantic scene bellow being played out on the beach. He raised a pair of binoculars to his eyes and began to chuckle deep in his throat.

The vicious raccoon was tearing up the red dog's nose and trying to stay attached while the red dog shook its head vigorously.

"I am a genius! My name will become the biggest name on Earth! I will control the world's deadliest weapon.

"Ha, ha, ha, ha I am Wesker, hear me roar!"