How to NOT Biohazard 4 - or 'I am the one handling the money, so my plans have some relevance' (Resident Evil UmbrellaExec!SI)

Gadiwell was a 'what if' of what a successful surviving city to a zombie invasion should look like.

Most of the place still looked to have been suffering some third world-type disaster that severely destroyed any form of 'sanity' for many locals. Many people had been kidnapped, and most of those had been turned into zombies that had been taken care of within the local areas of the city.

My arrival was welcomed with a 'clean path' to the Beardsley Castle as the SUV carrying me and my bodyguards made its way there. Lady Beardsley had 'called' for an urgent meeting with the various businessmen from Umbrella. Spencer was not a cretin as she had thought him to be to just hurl himself to a clear trap.

Some of the other Executives were not sharing this sort of mindset and thought this would have been resolved as a meeting to establish an 'apology' for the fuck-up the woman had been responsible for.

An outbreak, regardless how isolated it was, was a threat to the reputation and preservation of the company and no amount of 'greatness' that she promised through her 'Neo-t Virus'. This variant to the normal T Virus was cheap and tragically weaker than the more common strain of the infection.

Sure, it created 'faster' BOWs, but those subjects went through necrosis and mental decline similar to the normal variant, if not worse on the aspect of the former. After all, most of the creatures were keen to drop dead faster compared to standard undeads.

Thus, this whole mess was not only dangerous for the company's PR-related stuff, but also a massive sinkhole of funds that could have been used to do better things. From my understanding, Mylene came from a family of dipshits- they had been cruel around the populace until the small island revolved and turned to parliamentary democracy, turning the Beadsley Family from a group of nobles into a bunch of wealthy landlords with barely much strength behind their claims of control.

Spencer had reached for them out of kinship with Mylene's father, the 16th Lord Beardsley, but that too had fallen apart when the bastard felt sidelined and started to 'copy' a page from the Ashford's family by engineering genetic alterations to his daughter to develop greater mental capacities.

This was seemingly good, but due to her original mental disposition, this only caused Mylene to develop a degree of sociopathy that tipped into the psychopathy aspect of the mental illness. She was lucid, but she was afflicted by fits of delusion as she refused to take accountability when necessary- just like in this very occasion.

The venue for the event was the dining room in the castle and it was… big enough to host the considerable group of executives and CEOs of some companies that were allied to Umbrella. How the fuck did Mylene pulled this through, I was not sure, but I knew that the worst part was just around the corner as she decided to host a 'presentation' of her greatest success.

The BOW named Mylenia was a narcissistic product true and true as in her current 'innocuous' form looked like a nude pale green-skinned Mylene with her nipples and crotch 'covered' by dark green plaques.

Based on Mylene's DNA, this 'Female Tyrant' was a faster but weaker version of the Tyrant-02. Very expensive due to the computerized 'mind' used to keep her connected with Mylene, but still ineffective as a product in terms of cost-efficiency.

"This is the future!" Mylene started to say, trying to make her big jump to try and oust Spencer. The poor girl wasn't aware of what she was up to. "Spencer's decaying vision shall be replaced, for this is-

"A waste of money."

My words rocked the tables to pure silence. I could feel eyes on me as I turned to give a bland look to a very crossed Mylene. The blonde is clearly unfamiliar with the notion of someone being so defiant.

"Excuse you?"

"You should be the one apologizing, Lady Beardsley," I replied flatly as I stood up. "My name is John Bukharin, I am an Executive at Umbrella that had been requested to be here on behalf of Lord Spencer. And here I hear some delusional claims of greatness that can easily be disproved due to the anxiety created by the recent outbreak- an issue that has yet to be fully contained."

"I-"

"And let's not talk about the 'improvements' made. The Gadiwell-1 BOWs are not up to standard to what you reported. Weaponry of the standard kind such as a M1911 or any handgun in standard service can easily take those down," I continued to say, interrupting her. "And that's ignoring the large contribution made into expanding the facilities only for the sake of capturing so many civilians which are not to be experimented upon just yet. Lady Mylene, you have been given this chance to provide a genuine apology, but what I hear is more lies, more denial, and more slander. This is not acceptable."

"Spencer can rot in hell, my Mylenia-"

As she said that, I shifted a small box out of my work-bag. I set it on the table and then turned it on. In a sudden move, as if hit by an invisible assaulter, Mylenia tensed up, eyes wide open and then stumbled to the ground.

The noblewoman was, reasonably so, panicking at the sight I created and she started to fiddle with her watch. The tool had been what allowed her to control it- if destroyed or 'jammed', it would not work.

"Ladies and gentleman, this fine device here is a Jammer used to usually restrict wireless communications. It is a fine box you can buy quite cheaply for your wallets, and it is enough to render a multi-million product such as Mylenia ineffective. Thus, this proves my point," I remarked calmly, glad that I had remembered what was going on just in time to get this lil' thing ready for display. "Now that we are done trying to play 'cunning' games, it's time to-"

"How dare you?!" Mylene exploded angrily. "My Mylenia- you dare to ruin her like this! Gilliam, get the other weapons out, I want these fools dealt with!"

A tantrum and a very scary one for a moment as the butler was indeed near a lever that may have unlocked some… unpleasant circumstances. But while he bowed and nodded, he spared me a look. The man had a 'waiting glance' as if waiting for orders… from me.

"Gilliam, right?"

"That is correct, Mr. Bukharin."

It was an attempt, but it seemed to work.

"Please, restrain Lady Beardsley so that my bodyguards can properly cuff her."

Much to the shock of the blonde, the butler complied with my order, causing her to lash out at him in a futile effort to break free from his grasp.

"G-Gilliam! You are my servant, how dare you-"

"My allegiance, my lady, is first to Umbrella. They pay for the servants, they pay for this grand house of your family, and they are those that made you great."

The response was devastating for the woman and she could only sob and try to struggle out of her restraints only to fail as she was carried to a safe room by the butler and one of the bodyguards.

I had the opportunity to take the watch from Mylene before she left and, after deactivating the Jammer, the BOW stood up from the ground, now conscious and… still tame. Mylenia spared me a look, confused but still peaceful as I turned my attention to the tables and took a seat by the main one, right where Mylene was meant to be sitting.

"Now that the situation is properly contained, I would like to start, on behalf of the company as a whole, with a genuine apology for this horrendous show. This was indeed a most disgraceful way to address these circumstances and I can assure you that plans are already in motion to try and mend what can be fixed in this community without allowing any news to leak out of the island."

Some nodded, but not many were pleased with what happened. They were angry, reasonably so, but were quick to calm down at the prospect that a disciplinary action would be taken to 'rectify' the mess Mylene had caused.

The entire discussion devolved after that as I managed to put a good mood around by mentioning the recent chances of new improvements to the First Aid Kit products and the creation of more medicines that should be able to further provide any medical providers the chance to stand on top of the game through Umbrella.

From a disaster to a success, but my job wasn't truly done yet. Gilliam returned around the time lunch started, and he gave me a rundown explanation on where Mylene was before asking me what was to be done about her and the underground facilities.

In the case of the former, I decided to give her a 'full night of thinking' before planning to approach her. The latter instance was a more urgent matter- there were lots of specimens that had to be fed, the 'non-conditioned ones' that is. So, I told the butler to have the food supplies within the castles used to provide nourishment to the 'guests'.

It was a small reprieve as these people couldn't be left here- they had to be moved, split and relocated in other facilities- Gadiwell was too troublesome to keep a big facility and things will have to be resized to roughly 10% of its current operational level.

As lunch ended, most of the guests left before dinnertime. It was odd that I was the one remaining to enjoy a most somber and silent dinner. Well, I wasn't alone as my bodyguards were allowed to eat too. Same for… Mylenia.

This was perhaps the oddest circumstance. I spent time with the BOW to test something I had missed out on the brief lore page I read a long time ago- Mylenia was 'adaptive' to an extent. While the watch allowed her to be under control, it also allowed her brain to slowly retain some control over it. It was a struggle as she still faced mental decline, but her limited healing factor had limited its decayment process to an interesting level.

She may not be a weapon, but she had some unusual traits that made further studies feasible. And the way she seemed to slowly handle the cutlery to eat her share of the dinner was… fascinating.

There was also another major reason why I decided to 'keep' her.

"Do you like it?"

The 'mini-Tyrant' hummed quietly, pleasantly purring as she leaned more for my touch as I caressed her hair.

"Y-Yes."

Limited vocabulary was reported, so the classic 'yes or no' questions were relevant for this sort of 'experiments'.

"I am glad to hear that, Mylenia. You have been behaving nicely and thus you deserve a reward you like."

The tiny smile on her face was almost heart wrenching as I knew that her situation was far from stable. She was still a T-virus product, thus making her capacity to fully adapt to the public difficult but…

If that crazy Soviet Colonel can have two Mr. Xs, I see no reason for me to have a headpattable and reliable female Tyrant in my team.


AN

The Reference Pic I have in mind for 'post-treatment' Mylenia is god-tier. But that's for a latter chapter~.