Resident Evil
The Whole Story
Chapter Eight
Wesker sat down at his desk and took out his lighter and took out a pack of cigarettes from his pockets. It had been a damn long day and even though he wasn't technically allowed to smoke in the office he was the only one still here so it wasn't like anyone could complain about it and he really needed a smoke to calm down.
There were virus infected hosts wandering out in the mountains, he had no idea how this could have happened the lab was secure and reported no incidents or containment breaches. He would need to check with the other labs in the city as well as all the other labs in the Arklay region and that would take him the better half of a week.
Something had to be done and quickly, he would have to contact the head office in Paris and have them order that the U.B.C.S be sent in so they could terminate all the infected hosts before the virus spread. He had plans and they didn't involve a virus outbreak occurring at least not here.
Thankfully he had already dealt with one of them. The little girl Jenny, who had appeared in the clearing was obviously bitten by the infected and was going to turn. Thankfully she had been sent to Saint Helen's, a private hospital that Umbrella had helped to build and donated several thousand dollars to every year and he had alerted the doctors there who were on Umbrella's payroll and they had dealt with it by injecting her with the new anti-virus they had been working on.
Unfortunately while the anti-virus had succeeded in destroying the T-virus in the girl's body it had the unintended side of effect of killing the girl which had been unfortunate and was an undesirable quality in a cure but on the bright side had given them valuable data and had allowed the research team there to continue their work.
Wesker sighed and he took a deep inhale of his cigarette, the problem with having two jobs were obvious enough, he had to work long hours and both his jobs came with a great deal of stress and risk, being a police officer meant he could be fatally shot while being the chief researcher of the Arklay Research Facility meant that he was likely to be gored by a hunter's claws if he wasn't careful.
Still he wouldn't complain, posing as a police officer suited his needs well enough, Umbrella need him working here to keep an eye on the chief of Police Brian Irons who had been on Umbrella's payroll for a very long time as well as make sure that the rest of the police force didn't get to closer to figure out what Umbrella truly worked on.
Still there wasn't much time to relax with working two different jobs, if there wasn't a bank robbery that needed S.T.A.R.S intervention then there was a project at the lab that needed his attention. William had always said that he would work himself to an early grave.
It then hit Wesker that there were a lot of people in his life with the same the name which caused a lot of confusion, his best friend, for lack of a better term, William Birkin shared the same first name as one of his S.T.A.R.S members and his 'older sister' Alex shared the same name as Officer Valentine's boyfriend.
It sometimes caused him a bit of amusement when his overworked brain gave him a mental image of S.T.A.R.S William in Birkin's laboratory or Valentine's boyfriend dressed in one of Alex's suits.
Speaking of Birkin it had been a while since he seen him, they had both been very close when they were younger and had been training at the management facility up in the mountains and when they had both been working at the Arklay Research Facility but ever since Birkin had been transferred to underground lab in Raccoon and Wesker was appointed chief researcher of the lab in the mountains they had drifted apart.
Wesker frowned and pulled open one of the drawers of his desk and pulled out his planner before flipping through it. He might have a day or two free in a couple of weeks, he might go and see Birkin and see what he had been up to as well as check with him if there had been any containment breaches.
As he flipped through the pages of his planner there was soft knock at the S.T.A.R.S officer door, Wesker frowned and glanced at his watch it was nearly three in the morning and while of course there were still officers in the building it was the very definition of a skeleton staff and he couldn't think of any reason for why anyone in the building would bother him.
Wesker put the planner back into his desk and closed the drawer before standing up and walking over to the door and pulling it open. Standing there, rather like a mouse in front of a lion was Chief Iron's secretary.
Wesker had to admit that he did feel sorry for the poor woman, Irons was not an easy man to work for at the best of times and he wasn't known for being a forgiving boss, he fired his last secretary for accident nudging one of the statues in his own personal art gallery in the back room of his office.
But that wasn't the worst of it, there was a reason Irons was so willing to takes bribes from Umbrella he had a past. Back in his college days Brian Irons was accused of rape more than once and while he was never convicted or arrest the black mark on his record was there and so him becoming chief of police was going to be difficult.
Umbrella buried the story, payed the women large sums of money to keep their mouths shut and destroyed all record of it having ever happened. Any reporters who looked to deeply into it had tragic but unavoidable accidents.
And thus Irons became Chief and he was more than happy to do whatever Umbrella told him especially when the bribes became like a second salary to him and he was able to afford all the expensive, obscure artwork that he wanted.
Unfortunately they hadn't just been accusations, Irons had rapped those women and while he hadn't done it or anything that bad since he could be handsy with his secretaries and those that hadn't been fired had quit as soon as they could, the longest had lasted about six months if he remember correctly.
The woman cleared her throat and spoke softly. "Chief Irons would like to see you as soon as possible Captain Wesker."
"I see, thank you and please tell Chief Irons that I will be along in just a moment." Wesker said as he closed the door in the woman's face without waiting for her to respond through the door he could hear steps walking away quickly.
Wesker walked over to his desk and pulled out a key from his pocket which he used to unlock the bottom drawer of his desk before opening it and taking out a large manila envelope before closing it and locking the drawer again.
He left the S.T.A.R.S office and walked down the corridor to go through the large double doors at the end of the hallway which lead into the library where various books on criminology and psychology were kept as well as old newspaper clippings.
Wesker didn't stop to look at any of the officers sitting at the desks in the library, he didn't have time for it and he wanted to get this talk with Irons out of the way so he could get home for his day off which was in fact the day he would be working up at the lab.
He pushed open the second set of double doors which lead on to the walkway which overlook the main hall of the police station but once again he didn't stop to look and simply walked around to reach the door that would lead him into the hallway outside of Irons office.
Wesker walked over to the door and pushed it open, walking in and closing it behind him before going over to the large oak desk which dominated the officer and dropping the envelope on to it before looking at the man who was sitting in the large and very comfortable looking chair. "There's your bribe for the month, is there anything else you wanted?"
Brian Irons raised an eyebrow before taking the envelope and testing its weight. "It feels lighter than normal, should I be concerned?" He asked with a raised eyebrow as he reached for a bottle of whiskey with his free hand.
"It's lighter than normal because you have more than enough money and we are trying to curve your spending habits. You buying expensive artwork wouldn't be a problem if it was every once in a while but it is as soon as you get it, people are starting to ask questions." Wesker said as he crossed his arms. "I assume you are going to remember basic courtesy and offer me one as well?"
Irons nodded. "Of course." He said before pouring the whiskey into two small glasses. "While I am grateful for the money and I will try to be more discrete that is not why I called you here, we need to talk about what happened with the woman who was attacked and the little girl who says her family was killed."
Wesker sat down and took one of the glasses before he started to swirl the amber liquid. He raised the glass to his lips and downed it in a single go and sighed as it burned the back of his throat and warmed his stomach. "What about them? We will handle it just like we handle any and all problems."
"I know how the virus spreads and if there are zombies loose in the forest then there is going to a very large problem and word of this is going to spread if there is going to be a serious investigation into it." Irons said before downing his whiskey and refilling the glass.
"There won't be a problem we will handle it." Wesker said as he stood up. "Now if you don't mind I am going to head home as I am very tired and even I need sleep and as I can only have about four hours before I have to get up for my other work I'd like to make the most of it."
Irons waved his hand dismissively and Wesker resisted the temptation to snatch the whiskey bottle off of the desk and break it in to his face. He spun on his feet and left the room with his destination in mind.
When he arrived in the parking lot all he wanted to do was get in the car and collapse, it had been a very long day and Irons hadn't helped matters at all. He unlocked his car door and as soon as he got in and buckled his seatbelt his cell phone started to ring.
Wesker sighed heavily before fishing his cell phone out of his pocket and accepted the call before pressing the phone to his ear. "Yes?"
"You need to come to the water purification plant near the lake and you need to come right now." The sharp tone of the voice on the other end of the line made it clear that it would accept no excuses or arguments.
"Hello Dr Smith, why must I come to the water purification plant at this ungodly hour?" Wesker asked as he slid his key into the car's ignition and started the engine.
"Because Dr Wesker there has been an…I'm not sure what to call it as I don't know what has happened but I can tell you it isn't good and I am not here alone, I am here with a full squad of U.S.S commandos and I need you here right now because as you are the director of the research lab this building is under your jurisdiction and they refuse to tell me what's happened or let me in." The woman explained as she took some deep breaths. "They will let you in so please come right now!"
Wesker had to raise an eyebrow, in the five years he had been working with her he didn't think he had ever heard Alicia Smith ever say the word please to anyone. At least now he had conformation that she did know the word.
But that wasn't important, what wasn't important that the U.S.S were at the water purification plant. The Umbrella Security Services were not called in to deal with an escaped lab animal or a shadow a jumpy assistant had seen on the wall that looked odd, they were called in to deal with serious threats to the company and confirmed B.O.W outbreaks, they were the best handpicked from the ranks of the U.B.C.S.
If they were here then there really was something serious going on, far worse than a couple of infected hosts wandering around the forest eating a couple of stray hikers that would've been cause to call in the U.B.C.S and something going wrong at the purification plant made him nervous.
"I'm on my way." Wesker said before hanging up the phone and driving his car out of the underground lot.
It around an hour and a half to reach the water purification plant and that was with him taking the quickest routes that he was aware of. He parked his car into the small private lot that was located at the side of the building.
What caught Wesker's eye as soon as he parked was that there were cars already in the lot, he saw Alicia's car and that made sense giving that while the U.S.S soldiers wouldn't let her in to the building she did have just enough authority as the vice head researcher of the lab to be able to stay on the site.
What really surprised him was the fact that there were other cars here and none of them looked familiar so he had to guess that they belonged to the employees that worked at the plant and that wasn't unusual but what was unusual was the fact that they were still here, they would have been forced to leave.
Wesker stepped out of his car and as soon as he did he heard the sound of heels clicking on the pavement of the parking lot he looked up and saw Alicia walking over to him with her cell phone in her hand. "You made it, where have you been this week?"
"Nothing to concern you with Dr Smith." Wesker said as he adjusted his glasses. It wasn't exactly a well-known fact that he was working as a mole in the police department and he would like it if it was something as few people as possible knew about.
Alicia sighed and shook her head. "Fine, regardless this afternoon we received a distress call from the plant and we sent a security team to look in to what had happened, they never came back. I then alerted head office and I did try to contact you to let you know what was happening but your phone was turned off."
"Anyway an hour before I called you the U.S.S showed up and asked me to show them where the plant was located but they won't tell me what is happening or let me in." Alicia continued as leant against his car. "I haven't been told anything it's so fucking frustrating."
Wesker nodded before shooting her a look. "You should head back to the lab."
Alica's mouth dropped open in disbelief. "Really?! I have been waiting for you to get here for almost two hours and you are telling me to just go and let you handle it!? No, I want to know what is going on it is obviously serious and I need to know so I can prepare for the worst case scenario."
Wesker blinked before sighing. "Don't make me make it an order Dr Smith, I would so hate to pull rank on you." It was obvious from his tone that Wesker would not at all hate that.
Dr Smith took in a deep breath to stop herself from saying something she would regret later on. With a nod of her head she spun on her and walked over to her car, got in and slammed the door behind her before she drove out of the lot.
Wesker waited until he saw her taillights disappear, swallowed in the darkness of the night, before he left the lot and walked around the side of the building to get to the main entrance.
As he walked towards the main entrance he noticed two things, one that there was a massive hole in the chain-link fence that surrounded the plant like something had ripped it away and two the side door that if he remember correctly lead into a maintenance hallway was wide open.
He would deal with it later, the U.S.S had probably noticed and would've sent an advanced scout into the hallway.
He arrived in front of the main entrance and noticed that there were two U.S.S members in black combat armour and holding machine guns, as soon as he stepped closer they raised their guns. "Identify yourself!" The one on the left said, his voice muffled by his heavy looking helmet.
"Albert Wesker, head researcher and facility administrator of the Arklay Research Facility which means that this building is under my jurisdiction and I am in charge here and I want to talk to your commanding officer so I can be given a status update." Wesker ordered as he crossed his arms.
"The commander is inside Dr Wesker." The same solider grunted and put his gun down and gestured for his comrade to put down his gun. "He isn't in the best mood sir, so I would be careful with how you talk to him."
"Thank you for your opinion, when I want it I will ask for it." Wesker said with a dismissive glare as he walked past them through the double doors into the main reception area. It was a small bland room with a large desk in the middle which appeared to have been cleaned up rather recently and Wesker detected just the faintest whiff of cleaning chemicals.
Standing around the room were twenty U.S.S members all dressed in the same black body armour with no distinguishable markings on them and all were equipped with the same sleek machine gun.
One solider was different in that he wasn't wearing a helmet and Wesker assumed that he must have been the commander of the unit, he walked over to him. "I would like a status update and I would like one now."
The commander looked up at Wesker for a moment before nodding his head and standing up. "This afternoon there was a distress call broadcasted from this building, the local lab sent in a security team to investigate but none of them returned-
Wesker held up his hand to stop the man from talking. "I know all of this, why don't you tell me what happened when you arrived?"
"Our unit arrived around three hours ago and the building was deserted, there should be over twenty people here according to our intel and there aren't any, going by the fact that the parking lot is still full we can assume that none of them just left." The commander said as he leaned against the desk while checking over his gun.
"We did a thorough search of the building and nothing, no blood, no bodies, nothing. Except for this." The commander gestured and a solider brought over a silver case which they opened and revealed a series of test tubes filled with what looked like slime.
"The building is coated with this stuff and we can't get a proper analyse what it is with just field gear we need proper laboratory equipment." The commander said as Wesker took one of the test tubes and held it up to the light so he could get a better look at it.
It seemed so familiar somehow, he could almost hear the voice in the back of his mind screaming at him that this was important but he still couldn't place it no matter how hard he tried.
Wesker put the vial back and closed the suitcase. He then picked it up despite the solider who set it down protesting. "I can do a proper analysis of this back at my lab, I will call the higher ups and let them know. In the meantime I assume you've noticed that there is a massive hole in the fence and that the side door is wide open."
"You assume correctly, I sent a team of three through it and nothing but that was a higher concentration of slime there." The commander answered. "There's nothing here for us to find sir, no B. and no clue as to what acutely happened."
Wesker nodded. "I will go back my lab and run some tests on this slime. Stay here for another hour and then report in and do whatever command tells you to do, if you encounter any B. well you know what to do."
"Yes sir." The commander said as Wesker spun on his feet and left the building, he walked to the parking lot and got into his car, placing the suitcase on the passenger's seat.
He couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity about the slime, he would run tests on it to see what he could find and in the morning he would go and see Birkin to see what he thought about it.
And then, after alerting home officer about the infected hosts in the woods…
He would call Spencer.
End of Chapter Eight
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