Nancy giggles as the man with sunglasses hands her, her own pair of sunglasses.
"For me?" She asks, excited.
"For you," her father smirks. "Now you can look just like me too," he quips.
"Who would have thought that Albert Wesker would be the daddy type?" A woman muses as she walks into the room. Her black pants fit her well, her red jacket is folded on her arm revealing the black shirt she's wearing.
"Ada!" Nancy exclaims and runs over to her, wrapping her arms around the woman. Ada chuckles and pats her back. Wesker walks up to the dark haired woman and folds his hands behind his back, his demeanor going back to boss mode.
"Your mission?"
"Successful," she responds. "Getting in and out was a piece of cake. The building no longer exists."
"And the sample you were supposed to retrieve?"
"Right here," Ada says and hands over a clear tube full of a thick red substance. "I'm sure project Alice has escaped."
"We'll just have to find her then, won't we?" Wesker drawls and smirks down at the little girl following the conversation with confused eyes.
Nancy sits up in bed and sighs. Looking out the window, she's not surprised to see it's dark outside. It's close to Christmas and it's the month everything goes black here. She flips the blanket away from her and stands up. After stretching she takes a hot shower and dresses in long black pants, boots, a black long sleeved shirt and black leather duster. It'll keep her warm enough. After six months of living here she's grown accustomed to the temperature.
She puts her sunglasses on and slips her leather gloves on just like she's done since she met Wesker when she was little. At the age of 18 she now loves him like a real father. Nancy leaves her room and the facility and goes outside. Her boots crunch the snow beneath her feat as she treads along the campus. Her breath is visible in the air but she welcomes the cold. The girl walks around a while before she's caught.
"What are you doing out here?" Nancy gasps and turns around to see the stoic face of Wesker.
"Just testing to see if anyone would notice if I was missing," she jokes.
"I noticed. You've slacked this year. Didn't even bother setting up the pillows underneath the blankets."
Nancy shrugs and grins up at him. "So today's my birthday." A confused expression crosses his face.
"No it isn't. I distinctly remember...you're birthday was last year." Nancy busts out laughing.
"I see what you did there!"
"I can't believe you made me watch that. It was an entire waste of my precious time."
"Sorry to have put you threw such torture," Nancy jokes as they begin walking again, side by side. "Anyway...I'm 18 now."
"I know. You probably have a list of presents you want. What is it, two, three pages?"
"Yeah! How'd you know? Were you going though my stuff again?" The corner of his lips turn up in a small, barely noticeable smile.
"No," he responds.
"Wesker, according to..well, everybody, you're supposed to be dead. Chris Redfield and Sheva Alomore supposedly killed you. What are you going to do now? Are we still trying to take over the world?"
"No, I have a much better plan."
"Well, what is it?"
"Patience my dear heart. You're a great part of it. But I do have one thing to ask of you, to be sure this plan can commence."
"Yes?"
"I need a sample of your blood."
"Um, okay."
"I'll get it from you later. Now I have something else for you."
"What?"
He didn't respond, just turned and walked back to the building. Nancy follows quickly behind. They walk down a lot of corridors and tot he elevator where Wesker presses the basement button. The metal doors close and they travel down. When they open the room is completely dark. Nancy grab a hold of Weskers arm to follow him. When Wesker flips on the light switch Nancy stumbles back in shock.
In the middle of a sterilized room, separated from them behind glass is an almost naked blond woman with icy blue eyes. She's curled up in a ball underneath a metal examination chair and glaring at them. Bruises cover her body as well as splotches of blood.
"Nancy, meet Project Alice."
"You found her?"
"Yes, finally. She know's how to stay under the radar." Weskers face is impassive as he studies the woman before them. "I'm putting her under your care from now on.. you get to watch her, make sure she behaves, befriend her if you like. But never forget, she is my experiment. If something shall befall her from my hand, you will not intervene." Nancy nods her head.
"Yes sir."