Chapter Twelve: Wesker
Umbrella Corporation Facility
Los Angeles
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Wesker slammed one of the officers onto the wall, creating a man-shaped dent.
"What do you mean my son has been captured?" he raged. "Dryden is more powerful than all of them combined, how did they overpower him?"
The officer choked and spluttered, and Wesker could see he was turning blue. A few seconds later the officer became limp, and Wesker released his hold. The officer slumped to the floor dead, and Wesker turned away.
"Establish a connection to their servers," Wesker snapped to one of the men manning the consoles. "I want to see their security feed. I cannot believe Dryden was easily captured, not when he carries power of that magnitude."
The man typed furiously on the keyboard, and Wesker saw a series of screens pop up. In one, he saw a few humans playing cards in what looked like a diner, while in another was a man and a woman hunched over a radio deck. The man clicked through the various screens, until he found one that was positioned in the makeshift clinic.
Wesker saw several empty hospital beds, and as the man manipulated the security camera, he spotted Dryden lying on the bed at the farthest corner of the room. To his surprise and fury, he saw Spence Parks leaning over Dryden, along with Project Alice.
He could barely hear what they were saying, but the knowledge that Spence had somehow escaped the influence of the device infuriated him.
"Find Jill Valentine, now!" he ordered, not bothering to conceal his rage.
Part of him hoped that Spence had decided to make a run for it without bothering to leave with Jill, but Spence was not the type of man to leave someone in need hanging – the old Spence, that is.
He watched as Spence leaned forward to say something to Project Alice, who shook her head and continued looking down at Dryden. Wesker knew that if Dryden found out about his true parentage, he would lose his greatest asset. But Wesker was not the type to mope about his losses; if Dryden was lost to him now, he would do to find someone nearly as powerful as his former son.
"Check the status of Carlos Olivera," Wesker snapped to another man sitting at the far end of the console. "And have it sent to the resurrection chamber for processing."
Two hours later
"The procedure cannot be done," one of the scientists said. "His remains are far too charred for us to take a decent DNA sample."
Wesker gave a cry of fury and hurled the scientist across the chamber. They all heard the sickening crack of bones as the scientist collided with the metal wall and slumped to the floor, leaving a thick red blood trail.
"Clean that up," Wesker snapped, gesturing to two scientists standing near him. "And get me Beck!"
Things were clearly not going his way. First Dryden had fallen into the hands of the enemy, and now two of his commanders had slipped his grasp. Wesker could feel the rage building up inside him – the virus was clearly struggling to wrest control of his body from him – and focused on keeping the virus at bay.
He knew he couldn't go on like this. The effort involved in controlling the effects of the virus was draining him of energy, and if he allowed himself to let the virus take over, he would most likely destroy whatever was left of Umbrella.
He couldn't let that happen. He had to find a way – anything would be better than just standing there.
The door to the chamber opened and Beck stepped in. "What's wrong, Wesker?"
"Do we still have the samples of all former Umbrella employees?" Wesker asked, striding past Beck and into the hallway.
"Why yes, we do," Beck replied, hurrying behind him. "Most of it is still in isolation."
"Find me the DNA samples of Carlos Olivera. Failing that, find the skin grafts Dr. Isaac took of Nemesis," Wesker continued, his footsteps echoing along the hallway. "We have a situation."