How to NOT Biohazard 3 - or 'I am the one handling the money, so my plans have some relevance' (Resident Evil UmbrellaExec!SI)

I have to say- there is something ironic about backstabbing a man that was plotting the ultimate backstab.

Luckily for me, I was not the subject of such plotting. No, that would be my current target. Spencer was not a removable obstacle just yet, with the man being too much of a problem for me to deal with as swiftly as it was needed, but he had done a fine job leaving me with an opening to exploit.

Dr. James Marcus was a formidable man despite his advanced age. He was roughly older than Spencer, and yet he managed to successfully handle the limited research he was allowed to entertain.

With a major censure strike hitting Marcus and depriving him of both Albert Wesker and William Birkin as his apprentices together with a large portion of the research team working under him, he was pretty much 'alone' in 1982.

Still, he was a liability for both my boss and I. Spencer hated him for the rivalry they shared and he had been planning his old friend's demise for a while now. I hated Marcus for experimenting on kids.

I had been planning this small-scale operation for two years now, getting everything ready for a safe and careful execution without risking any 'leak'. The occurrence that granted me this chance was when Oswell asked me to spend two months training with guns and proper weaponry. His reasoning was that 'he had a task for me and only me'.

This felt like a 'playful' experiment, which I was not pleased about at all. So, I spent a month getting to learn how standard handguns and SMGs worked, and then I got a 'unreported break' to use this window of opportunity to the very best.

Marcus' work had been unfolding away from recording devices and potential bribable agents still working at the former Umbrella Executive Training School facility, within the thick walls of the underground facility there.

A 'business meeting' was not something he was keen to ignore, not when I came there on behalf of the board rather than Spencer himself. Marcus, the old stooge that he was, was suspicious of me from the very beginning, but acted calm and collected when he took me to the lounge of the facility.

When I patted my bag and then fished out documents that he eyed hungrily as the old fuck smelled funds, I knew I had him by the balls. We sat down and he seemed to make an effort to treat me nicely.

"I am actually surprised. I would have expected old Oswell to prefer eating a shoe rather than allowing me to gain funds."

"It came close to that, but I couldn't help but remark how your research is beneficial for all, Dr. Marcus. Rivalries can be put aside for the greatness of this business. Especially when it can provide prestige where it is due."

He was no businessman, but he was a prideful dickhead. Marcus was tantalized by the chance of proving himself above Spencer. So, I stroked him that way. For now. His hands took hold of the falsified documents, looking pleased by the numbers as they were not as high as he had wanted, but acceptable within the realm of possibilities.

It wasn't real. The board had already taken him as a dead man and it was a matter of when Spencer would strike. Sadly for both groups, I was already on the case myself. After making sure that he was quite deep into this, I decided to drop pretenses and give him what was due.

"By the way, Dr. Marcus, there is something that I wish to remark but… it may be a bit intense."

He frowned as he was finishing signing the document to validate his 'new funds', but when he looked up at me to question my lengthy pause, he was stunned when he saw my Sig Sauer P220 aiming right at him. The gun was not too recent, but it was a good ol' reliable piece for the time being. I had already opted to switch to something newer once the M9 was produced and-

BANG!

There would be no comeback for Marcus from this death unlike how it went in Resident Evil 0.

Not when I made sure he was handled accordingly.

Marcus' death was a swift affair to begin with, but his disposal took a while as I carefully made sure his body was buried away from the perimeter of the facility. A squad of researchers would then approach the facility by trucks, Birkin and his future wife, Annette, helping around in leading the efforts of looting Marcus' labs.

With my ID overruling Marcus' own permissions and potential passwords, his laboratory was fully exposed to us. Up to this point, experimentation on children had been restricted. Marcus had gone rogue ever since he got his balls squeezed by Spencer and the end result was a group of disgusted scientists that fished out what research could be used-

Not the deceased kid specimen as those were to be disposed of by fire.

The overall effort paid off quite nicely and I felt like something ugly could be turned in good through the exportation of this research to a 'black room' that I asked William to create as a 'secret laboratory' to get medical experiments going to actually help people rather than create BOWs.

Annette was completely sold on this, and William was pudding in her hands so… yeah, there was another laboratory that was even more secret than the one in Arklay built by Spencer. The funds were provided solely by me, but with the money I made with my position and the relatively frugal life I entertained, I could afford the expenses.

All for the sake of building the foundation of a new and better Umbrella once I was done with that bastard Spencer.

Still, my job wasn't fully done. I went back to the 'boot camp' and I was surprised when, a week into my return, I was greeted by another 'tutor'. This one was meant to teach me the basics of physical flexibility. He was rather ruthless at that too. A month of that compressed 'knowledge' meant to help me handle some harsh exercises?

I have a feeling that Spencer was really feeling mirthful about what he was trying to do with me. A test for sure, but I struggled to understand what it was all about even as I read about the destination for my next 'economic assessment'.

Gadiwell, North Sea and near Norway. The report gave me not much of a canonical clue to tickle my meta-knowledge, but I frowned heavily when I read something about 'gauging the situation after a potential T-Virus outbreak'.

There was a WHAT?! When? How? How the fuck did I miss that?!

From what I could read in the document, Spencer himself was caught blindsided by this as the news reached him a full month after it unfolded. The one behind the reporting, Lady Mylène Beardsley, 17th Countess Beardsley, confessed to 'slight issues' in regard to the communication.

A bit of a bullshit excuse, and a reason for Umbrella to consider cutting losses in regard to the economic implications of keeping things running with such a 'troublesome administrator'.

I was really unsure of where I was going to find there, but if Spencer wanted me to be trained to some extent then…

I have good reasons to assume it's not going to be fun.

AN

Not fun for you, John, but definitely for Lady Mylene~.