Chapter Five
She watched, and stalked, and did everything imagined to keep an eye on her target. It was pitiful how a woman with such power had been reduced to nothing but a single mother… Ada smirked as she bit into a piece of her health bar, sitting upon her bed. The luxury suite had been provided at the facility, regarding that she keep far out of sight and mind. She often watched Angelica on the many hidden cameras about the complex, sometimes wondering how she had even procured a child in the first place… She was an adorable little number, but was prone to fits. But she supposed any child would be if they were strapped to an IV drip almost twenty four seven.. Almond eyes slanted back at the clock. Four in the morning….and there was nothing from Burrows' apartment. The woman evidently went to bed shortly after her daughter…or at least tried to. Ada had seen her lay awake for three nights straight, sometimes to only get up and fiddle with her personal lap top.
Setting her jaw, Ada finally felt it safe to begin her real work. Typing furiously onto her laptop, the woman was able to enter the security feed within minutes. Video stills and images were piling onto her hard drive faster than she could read them, but somehow she found the right one…. A fuzzy image of a blonde haired male stepping from his shower caught her eye, and double clicking on the live feed link affirmed her belief. Albert Wesker was laying upon his provided bed, an arm behind his head. In the other was a syringe. Slowly he regarded it, as if making an important decision.
After finding no trace of her employer at the Africa site, Ada had firmly believed that he had not perished. She had seen him take much more than a little lava and a misplaced rocket… She had searched for many active branches, and found nothing for almost a year… But after her hope had almost dwindled, Charles Trent had contacted her in search for someone with the expertise to keep one of his subjects in check… When she had found out the subject was none other than Angelica Burrows, she had pounced on the offer. Angelica had been a rumor of Umbrella for quite some time. Believed to have been killed in the initial Mansion Incident, any talk of the woman had been immediately summed up to falsehood. But not this time…she had been staring none stop at her former boss for quite some time now…and quite amazed at how little had changed. Despite having a child, she had kept herself in prime physical condition.
Her deathly pale skin was mostly covered by turtle necks, or a lab coat. There had been a time, and mush to Ada's amusement, that the woman had tried wearing contacts…but to no avail. The ruby furies burned far too bright behind whatever lenses she had tried to use and Angelica had eventually given up. Her face was ageless, save for a few stress lines about her eyes… Always calm and collected, and fully in control. That was why when Angelica had attacked her daughter's doctor two days ago, Ada had nearly jumped through the screen. It seemed the sicker her daughter became, the more agitated and provoked Angelica in turn became.
But shoving all thoughts of the job she had been hired for out of her mind, Ada watched at Wesker slid to the edge of the bed, preparing his arm for an injection expertly. Squinting her eyes as he hesitated, Ada could feel that something was dire wrong… That was most certainly not his bonding injection that he had used to stabilize himself… What was he doing…
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He hesitated…why was he hesitating? Any normal man would… but logic should have taken over by now. Trent's assistant had brought the first dose of the new "inhibitor" injection, leaving the first inoculation entirely up to him. Wesker had stared at the vial for hours, wondering if this was some sort of a trick. After all…they could be setting him up for death…or something far worse. Shaking his head at the thought, the trained part of his mind assured him otherwise. He was far too valuable for the company to be killed or mutated…far too valuable to be murdered. He had always wanted that status…that power… and now…it seemed so much less sweet. The power of being indispensable meant being locked in a cage… A cage…
The words sunk into his skull as even thought them, causing him to grit his teeth. Slamming his hand into the steel head board, the satisfying crunch of metal rang in his ears…. He wouldn't be able to do that if he used this….but on the other hand… Trent had said that the effects would be temporary. Jamming the needle into his flesh, Wesker emptied the contents into his accepting veins. Blinking as the effects seemed instantaneous; the man fell back onto the bed. Everything was fire….everything was black as he could barely feel his husk of a body convulse. …
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She had lain awake for half the night…staring…thinking. There was only one option she had, and she would have to put everything at risk in order to do so…
Jerking upwards as the alarm sounded, Angelica didn't even give herself time to grab a robe. A red glowing haze blasted down the hallways as she fled to her door, flinging it open. Crying out from her bedroom, the sleeping child next to her was awake. "Mommy did the Lickers break their pen again? Do we need to go the Safe room?" Angelica called out as she stepped into the hallway, ordering in a commanding voice. "Stay in bed, it's not that. But be ready for when I come back…listen to mommy and stay in bed." The child murmured an affirmation as Angelica sprang into the hallway. She knew what alarm it was…a code ten…only one person was a code ten here… and he would not hurt his own child…. Even though he didn't actually know…he would once he looked at her…
Her speed aided her in getting there, but not fast enough. Two doctors were holding down Wesker's convulsing form, one lying against the wall. Blood was pouring from a wound to his stomach, and his neck looked broken… "What happened here?" Rushing to help her colleagues, Angelica helped hold down Wesker by the arms. He was thrashing wildly, but his strength seemed to be getting weaker… One of the doctors nodded towards the rolling vial, the trace amount of fluid spattered onto the flooring. It looked as if the syringe has been accidentally stepped on, but the marking was still unrecognizable. Looking back to the doctor with wide eyes as Wesker seemed to have slowly abated, Angelica snarled. "I did not authorize that injection, how did he obtain it?" The doctor shook his head as he slowly removed his hands, looks of fear across their faces. Wesker's body was not moving…
Angelica quickly checked for a pulse, almost frantic in her movements. After all this, she was not going to lose him to this…she couldn't…she wouldn't… It was as if a jolt of electricity shocked through his system. Wesker's eyes flew open, his heart hammering in his chest. Angelica gasped as she dropped his wrist, her hand going over her mouth. The ruby color of his eyes was gone…the compound eye having regressed back into the enchanting cerulean of his youth. It was as if he could not see at first, his hands searching for something in front. Moving back to his side, she withdrew her stethoscope. She had just done this routine…but now it held knew meaning. Their hearts pumped out faster to keep up with the physical attributes…and only she knew what to count for. Listening to it as he wrapped his hands about her forearms blindly, Angelica could not manage a word. His heart was normal….a normal…human heartbeat…. The tool in her hands dropped, herlips parted in shock. The other doctors were afraid, far too afraid to even move closer. The head doctor nervously stuttered, asking the question everyone had wondered.
"Doctor Burrows, what had happened.."
Upon Wesker's lips a smirk former, his voice still had the same, arrogant lilt. "Ahh…so that's who this is then… My olfactory hasn't adjusted yet, or I would have known. Do forgive me…and for this as well.." As he felt the last shred of his power ebb, Wesker yanked Angelica forwards by her arms. The action caused her to move upon his lap as his arms slid about her waist, up her back and into her hair. Crushing his lips down onto the woman who had tormented him for so long, Albert Wesker basked in the glory of her embarrassment. Her lips already parted from the shock gave way to his sudden, and hungry attack. Despite his former strength gone, he could feel them bruising from the force… The front of his palms came to her chest, pushing her forwards and away. Angelica barely regained, her breathing hard and furious as she wiped the remnants of his mouth from her own. "What have you done, Albert?"
Wesker grinned widely as he splayed his hands. "What was in my best interests, dear heart…as always…"
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"Pack a light bag…the rest of our gear will be assigned to us at the rendezvous spot."
Chris nodded as he tossed some clean underwear and socks into a bag. Mentally grinning at himself, the man knew his wife was going to insist he needed more. She was a better packer anyway… The two of them would be leaving for Antarctica within the next forty eight hours. Claire had called back a few hours earlier, claiming she had "found the best contact source " to join them as back up. She refused to elaborate further, and had snickered before getting off the phone. Exiting the bedroom, Chris went towards the kitchen. "Do you think we should bring snacks? Like an apple…or cheetoes… Jill?...Jill !" Upon entering the kitchen, Chris had walked in upon his wife hurling the contents of her stomach into the sink. Patting her back gently as he moved to her side, his tender caress was waved off. Seconds later the water ran, clearing the unsightly contents down the drain. Shaking her head, Jill looked up at her husband. She looked paler than normal…
"Are you ok?" Jill smiled weakly at Chris' question, her eyes blankly staring. "Yeah…but throw away those left overs we have? I think they have gone bad….Honey, do you mind if I lay down abit before briefing?" Chris shook his head as he guided her to the bedroom. Jill had always taken stress to her stomach, and now he was wondering if it was all too much for her body to bear… Laying her under a soft blanket and handing her the remote, Redfield looked at his wrist watch. "You get some rest, I'll come get you in about…an hour and a half, ok? I love you…" Kissing her forehead, Chris smiled assuringly. Moving towards the living room to give his wife some peace and quiet, he sighed. Maybe he would play some Devil May Cry before waking her… it would get his mind off things too…
Jill let her fake smile fade as soon as Chris tromped from the room. Throwing back the blanket, she looked down at her torso. Angrily rubbing her hand over her stomach, the woman frowned deeply. This had been happening behind closed doors for almost a week now, and if Chris had looked…she had already thrown away the left overs… Praying it was due to stress and nothing more, Jill looked up to the ceiling. "Please god let this be gas…or a ulcer…or acid reflux…or something….
Just don't let me be….pregnant…"