The huge tyrant attacked William as it raised its arms and tried to crush the man, who, in turn, easily dodged it by throwing himself backwards. The entire ground shook from the force of the attack, the concrete beneath his feet cracking.
William stared at the creature with a certain curiosity.
"Take care of the others. I'll deal with this one." He said to his man, who was standing next to his fallen companion, checking to see if he was still alive.
William didn't wait for an answer, he just focused his attention on the tyrant who ran towards him and tried to kick him. William dodged again and jumped forward, sliding under the tyrant's legs while applying explosive gel to its legs.
The tyrant spun around quickly, flailing its arms in an attempt to grab the man, who simply dodged again by jumping over the creature's arms and driving his machete into the thing's tough skin.
On top of the tyrant's arm, William smeared the explosive gel all over it as he ran towards the shoulder of the tyrant, which tried to grab him with its other arm. Jumping over the creature's head, William stuck a c4 into the side of the tyrant's neck, kicking the creature in the face as he jumped back.
William took a few calm steps back and squeezed the detonator of both the explosive gel and the c4.
A huge chain explosion engulfed the tyrant's body in smoke and fire, hurling the huge creature towards a container next to it, sending it crashing through the metal. A large cloud of smoke took over where the tyrant had once stood, and William just continued to stare at the scene with neutral eyes.
It didn't matter if it was a new variant or something else, in the end, biological weapons were the same thing, they could be injured and die like any other life. Being a little stronger, or a little more resistant, didn't change much. They still had weaknesses. There was a limit to the sick games that were played with those viruses.
William watched inexpressively as the tyrant's huge hand rested on the side of the container, pulling its huge body forward.
The creature's black clothes fell to the ground in a deafening thud, its muscles growing exponentially as well as its height, causing the concrete beneath its feet to begin to crack due to its increased weight.
Unlike the other tyrants, this one didn't have claws in its hands, bones in its back or super-strong tentacles. Even less did it have the usual weaknesses such as an exposed heart or an atrophied brain. Apparently, that variant was created with such weaknesses in mind, an attempt to circumvent what they had.
What a shame... a creature without an exposed weakness was dangerous not only to outsiders, but to those who created it too.
The huge tyrant grabbed the sides of the container and lifted it into the air. William turned quickly and ran to the center of the site. Looking over his shoulder, William jumped to the side, going a few dozen meters away from the object that bounced a few times and destroyed what looked like a supercomputer.
The wiring in the room seemed to have short-circuited. It seemed that the container had destroyed something more than the computer, the lights flickered and a platform below where the supercomputer stood began to shake.
His eyes soon focused on the tyrant, which was running towards him recklessly. Rather fast for something that size. He quickly moved towards the platform, catching a glimpse of the tyrant preparing a punch in his direction.
William leapt forward and spun his body around while still in the air and shot the tyrant in the head, only to make the creature even angrier.
The tyrant tried to kick William, who dodged it by throwing his torso to the side. Still in the momentum of its movement, the tyrant turned its body and tried to punch the man with the back of its huge hand. William was quicker and dodged as he fell to the ground.
Getting up quickly, he took a few steps back while firing at the tyrant. The huge giant raised both arms above its head to crush William, who only braced himself, his hand near the side of his waist.
Running towards the tyrant, he jumped moments before the creature hit the ground with its blow. The platform they were on gave way, he quickly grabbed onto the creature's back and they both felt themselves free-falling into the laboratory.
William held on tightly to the creature's back as he raised the hookshot upwards. Still in the air, he shot the Hookshot and let himself hang there for a while as he watched the tyrant crash into the concrete below.
The tyrant stood up slightly bent over, apparently irritated by their little fight. William began to descend slowly, pleased to see the tyrant start to run in a particular direction and gunshots being heard.
Although the world belonged to them, the problem with human beings was that they were too fragile. A well-placed punch, a virus so small as to be almost invisible, a fall from a considerable height.
Landing softly on the ground, he observes the small scene of destruction ahead. The Umbrella soldiers probably didn't expect the tyrant to destroy the platform and appear there. They were counting on him either killing the tyrant or the tyrant killing him.
Either way, this small flaw in their plans cost them their miserable lives. The tyrant would make a good distraction.
Following the destroyed corridor, William turned left, leaving the small trail of destruction and walking calmly down the laboratory corridor. The door ahead, at the end of the corridor, opened and some Umbrella soldiers ran towards him.
William fired first, his reflexes once again proving superior to those of a human being. He hit two of the soldiers until he was forced to take cover in an adjoining room. There was a blood-stained stretcher in the room, some medical utensils and a medium-sized bottle on the table next to it, which was empty.
Picking up a grenade, he holds the pin for a few moments, his mind precisely calculating the success statistics of his move, and throws it down the corridor with some force. Strong and fast enough for the soldiers not to recognize what it was and precise enough for the grenade to explode in the center of the small group, hitting everyone with the blast.
He quickly left the room and eliminated the soldiers as soon as possible and passed through the door behind them. With calm steps, he descended the long staircase and headed down another corridor, ignoring the rooms with subjects in cryogenic tanks and glass tanks.
At this point, if his team were still alive, they would make sure to destroy the place.
When he reached a research room, he ran his eyes quickly around the place. There were a few computers around a tank in the center of the room, where there was a test subject for yet another sick experiment. The subject's body had black skin with bruises all over it and reddish veins. At its fingertips were black tentacles.
He had no idea what it was, but it didn't matter, it wasn't alive yet, since the vital signs on the computer were static. And he would make sure it didn't come to life.
Turning his head to the side, he stared coldly at the scientists who hadn't managed to escape in time. They were cowering in the corner of the room, probably not expecting him to get that far.
One of the scientists slowly stood up while raising his hand in surrender when he realized that William was staring at them.
"P-please... we were only trying to improve the quality of human life." The scientist said, and still with an expressionless face, he stared at the subject inside the glass tank in front of him.
Improving the quality of life, huh? Two major cities were being attacked at this very moment, civilians being executed, beheaded and killed by biological weapons... was that their idea of quality of life?
William simply sighed and raised his rifle, unloading his magazine into the scientists without mercy, shooting them even after they were dead just to make sure they didn't get up.
He stopped only when he ran out of bullets.
After reloading, his instincts screamed, and he leapt to the side at great speed, turning and raising his rifle to his attacker. Glancing over, he saw a knife sticking in the wall.
"The resemblance to Albert is striking." He heard one of the soldiers in front say. That unit was different. Perhaps a special unit.
There were two men and a woman, and they wore thick black military outfits, similar to Hunk's.
"He's slower. He doesn't have the same skills." The only woman in the group said, and William turned to them with his face still inexpressive.
"Where's Albert?" William asked.
"He's not here, if you haven't noticed." One of the men said. The mask he was wearing covered only half of his face and was white with red details, similar to the woman's mask, which was black.
"Stop wasting my time and tell me where he is. Otherwise, you'll die here." He said impatiently, but with a neutral tone of voice.
"Don't get so cocky, you idiot. Albert says you're a failure." The woman said, starting to walk slowly to her right while the man in the white mask walked to the left. The last one with a red mask that completely covered his face stood still, facing him.
William sighed at this and quickly moved towards the man in the white mask. He may not be able to literally teleport like his brother, but he could move so fast that it was difficult for human eyes to follow him.
William tried a kick at the man's legs, which he dodged by jumping back and trying to raise his rifle, but his arms were grabbed by William, who quickly threw the man aside when he heard the woman moving towards him, throwing the soldier towards her.
The man in the full mask fired in his direction and William ran to the left, and the soldier ceased his fire as William moved behind the glass tank still holding the dead subject.
The woman ran quickly towards William, running along the flat surface of the wall and leaping towards the man, who raised his rifle to shoot her, but wasn't quick enough to fire, and could only shift his torso to the side and watch inexpressively as the woman kicked the rifle out of his hands.
He advanced towards the woman, who tried to stab him in the neck. However, he simply grabbed the woman's arm, ignoring her strength, and punched her in the face, followed by a kick to the side of the torso.
Before he could do anything else, a hail of gunfire came his way and he jumped backwards, making quick and agile swings until he was close to the man in the red mask.
The man shot him as he approached, but William quickly grabbed his fist and kicked the soldier's gun away. The soldier, in turn, turned his body and tried to kick William, who dodged and countered with a punch to the ribs. However, the soldier sidestepped by turning his body again and tried an elbow to William's face, who just held the man's arm, pushing his arm down soon after and countering with a hook to the chin.
However, the soldier simply grabbed his fist, and they both stared at each other for a few moments. That man's strength was not that of a human... it explained why Umbrella had agreed to join forces with Wesker.
"You see? You're not the only one with-" William interrupted him by landing a kick to the side of the man's leg, followed by a kick to the chest that sent him reeling backwards. Turning, he grabbed his pistol and fired at the woman and the other masked man, forcing them to retreat.
"So that's what my brother proposed... you defend him with your lives..." William sidestepped, watching the woman advance towards him with superhuman speed. However, it didn't matter that they were super soldiers, he could see their movements, predict their actions.
He dodged a blow from the woman by crouching down and stepping forward. Quickly, he punches her in the stomach and throws her towards the man in the white mask.
"What did he say to you, huh?" he asked, dodging a punch from the man in the red mask. He then countered with a kick, which the soldier dodged by stepping to the side. However, moving quickly to the side, William landed a punch on the side of the soldier's torso, causing him to bend over in pain. He then grabbed him by the neck and threw him to the ground, kicking him in the stomach shortly afterwards with such force that the man was dragged a few meters on the ground.
"Did he promise that you would stay with him when his plan came to life? Did he say that you would be part of the society of superhumans that he will create and together you would be kings and queens?" He asked once again, shooting the white-masked soldier in the hand and advancing towards him, striking an open-handed blow to his chest, causing all the air in the soldier's lungs to be expelled with force and he was thrown towards the wall. His body crashed hard against the sturdy concrete.
"I don't know if you're stupid, or just naive. Do you really think he would leave you alive? Do you think Umbrella would be part of the Wesker project? Is that supposed to be a joke?" William asked, watching as the white-masked soldier advanced towards him with a machete.
William quickly stepped to the side and landed a kick to the soldier's stomach while still in the air, causing the soldier to be thrown back towards the wall.
Turning, he dodged a blow from the red-masked soldier by leaning his torso backwards. Quickly, he grabs the soldier by the back of the head, preventing him from running away, and lands two powerful punches to his face, breaking his nose and knocking out some teeth, for sure. Blood dripped down the man's mask.
Kicking the soldier's legs, William grabs his head and breaks his neck in a strong sideways movement, crushing part of his skull in the process.
The woman screamed as she jumped towards him. William turned and punched the woman in the face, followed by a blow to the chin and finally a kick, sending the woman crashing to the ground. But before she could fall, he grabbed one of the woman's legs and pulled her towards him, stomping hard on her head and exploding her skull.
Turning, he picked up his machete and threw it towards the last soldier, who had just gotten up, only to have his skull pierced by the silver blade.
William walked over to the soldier's body, shooting at the tank containing the dead subject as he passed in front of it. He then grabbed his machete back at the same time as the corpse of the experiment fell to the ground. The tentacles flailed about frantically until they remained motionless.
"What a waste of time." He muttered to himself.
William reloaded his rifle and pistol, just before walking towards the elevator ahead. He deactivated his EMP suit, watching as the elevator light came on, and as he entered, he allowed himself to be led to the lower floor.
As soon as the elevator doors opened, he focused his eyes on his brother's back in front of him.
The room wasn't that big. There were a few empty tanks on the sides, some computers scattered on the left and right, forming a wide corridor ahead. Facing the elevator was a supercomputer with a giant screen in front of it, monitoring the creation of some sample of something. Perhaps a cure for Albert, perhaps the completion of his virus.
William's footsteps drew the attention of his brother, who didn't even acknowledge that he was there.
"So... they lost." That's what he said after a few moments in silence. Albert was wearing a black overcoat with a knitted tactical shirt and pants in the same color. His boots were also black.
"Should they have stopped me?" William asked, reflecting that arrogance so present in his brother's character.
"I admit I underestimated you. A mistake I don't plan to make again." Albert said, turning and facing his brother. Despite their glasses, they could both see each other's eyes. They could see that predatory blue against that fervent red.
"You managed to manipulate them well. They defended you with their miserable lives. It was interesting to hear them talk, to hear what it reflected of you, your words in loose mouths, your arrogance at inferior beings calling me a 'failure'." William said, keeping his face expressionless, but the mockery present in his voice.
"How does it feel, brother? Knowing that this 'failure' has stood between you and your plans for years. Knowing that this failure that I am created an organization that surpassed yours. Knowing that I created human soldiers that you can only imagine reaching." William teased, letting a little of his own feelings come out, hidden in a way that even his brother couldn't perceive. "I've managed to do what you so desperately want. I dare say I went further. What would Spence's face look like if he saw that the soldiers I created exceeded you?"
Albert snorted in derision.
"That old man's opinion matters little to me. I didn't know you'd become a comedian, William. No matter how skilled your little soldiers are, they're only human. Creatures inferior to the greatness that my blood offers." Albert replied, and William sighed. "Surpass me? What a joke. Neither they nor you have any idea what I'm capable of, what my abilities mean next to these mediocre creatures. Next to what I am, your soldiers are insignificant."
"Really? Forgive my lack of memory, but as far as I know, it was my soldier who poisoned you, wasn't it? It was my soldier who infiltrated and destroyed your precious ship. It was my soldiers who put an end to many of your plans and delayed your goals by years. It is these same inferior beings who are destroying this laboratory at this very moment. It was these insignificant creatures who almost ended the name of Albert Wesker." William said, snapping the bones in his fingers. He knew that guns wouldn't be much help in this fight. Both he and his brother were skilled enough to dodge bullets.
It was nothing more than a nuisance. So he just tossed his rifle aside, leaving only his pistol and machete.
"I really don't understand why you allied yourself with them. Despite the disgust, you still have Wesker blood in your veins. All the potential you have... wasted on a species that is getting closer to extinction every day. They're rotten, filthy... we could have created a better species, superior in every way. Once again, William, you prove me to be nothing but a disappointment." Albert said, and William advanced towards him.
Albert dodges the attack aimed at his stomach by practically teleporting to the side. He quickly counterattacks with a kick to William's head, which he deflects by throwing his torso backwards, and then counterattacks by turning his body and attempting a kick to his brother's chest.
Albert, however, dodges by teleporting right in front of William, hitting him with a powerful punch to the face that sends him hurtling across the room and dragging him along the floor.
Albert leaps high into the air and dives towards his brother, who simply rolls to the side and gets up quickly, watching the concrete below Albert's knee break.
Albert then teleports in front of William, landing a punch to his face followed by a kick to his stomach. Albert then tries another punch, but William recovers quickly and grabs his brother's fist, countering with a punch to Albert's stomach.
Albert teleports behind William, hitting him with an elbow in the back, sending the man a few steps forward. He then teleports in front of his brother and grabs him by the neck.
Recovering, William landed an elbow to Albert's jaw, hard enough to make him let go, then he landed a powerful punch to Albert's face, sending him reeling backwards.
Turning his body with the momentum of his movement, Albert lands a kick to William's stomach, who is thrown back a few meters. Without waiting, Albert teleports once again. However, William was getting used to his fighting style, and he quickly jumped up, turned his body while still in the air and landed a powerful kick to his brother's face, who was thrown a few meters to the side.
Albert recovered while still in the air and spun his body around, doing a few backflips until he recovered completely. He stared at his brother with cold eyes, wiping away the trickle of blood running down the side of his mouth.
"For a superior being... I think you're the disappointment." William teased, and Albert said nothing, only attacked him in response.
William dodged by stepping to the side, trying to attack Albert with his machete. However, Albert blocked the attack with the side of his forearm and countered with a punch to the stomach, followed by an open palm strike to the chin and finishing by grabbing William's neck and throwing him to the ground.
"A disgrace like you has no right to-" Albert was interrupted when William landed a blow with both arms on his elbow, causing his grip to weaken, and then landed a powerful headbutt to Albert's face, kicking his brother away shortly afterwards.
Getting up quickly, William advanced on Albert and tried a vertical cut. However, Albert dodged it by crouching down, countering with a hook to William's chin, who grunted in pain as he felt the blow but recovered quickly.
William spun his body around and landed a kick to Albert's stomach, which bent from the blow. He quickly grabbed his brother's head and threw him hard against the computers next to him. Once, twice, until blood began to drip from his head.
Albert grunted angrily and elbowed William, who let go. Turning his body, he kicked his brother's leg, leapt into the air and landed a heavy elbow on his head, sending him to the ground, stomping on his head a few times until small spots of blood spread across the concrete.
Raising his leg again, Albert grunts as he feels William grab him, stopping his attack. William then kicked his brother's other leg, who grunted again but then turned his body while still in the air, forcing William to let go.
Both men stood up at the same time and advanced on each other.
Albert punched William in the face, grabbed him by the shoulders and threw him to the side. William grunted as he felt his body go through and break the computers, his back hitting the sturdy metal of the wall.
William recovered, his eyes widening slightly as he saw Albert's fist approach his face, and he dodged it by throwing his torso to the side. Albert's fist connected with the wall, and William quickly grabbed his brother by the back of the neck and threw him against the wall, causing Albert to grunt loudly at the force imposed.
Quickly, William turned his body while crouching slightly and landed a powerful kick to his brother's chin, sending Albert flying backwards. William lunged at Albert, who felt his body fall to the ground, but soon recovered and dodged his brother's blow, countering with a punch to the stomach followed by a hook to the chin.
William recovered quickly and landed a punch on his brother's chest, then grabbed Albert by the head, throwing him to the ground, where he landed another punch before his brother grabbed his arm and rolled to the side, reversing their positions.
Albert began viciously punching William in the face. Both men's glasses had long since shattered, their animalistic eyes staring at each other with ferocity. Neither giving in to the other.
At one point, William grabbed one of his brother's fists and punched him in the face, then raised his lower body and pulled Albert off him, finishing with a kick to his chest just before he stood up.
As they stood up, they were both taken by surprise when the laboratory shook. The lights in the room turned red and the large screen in front began to beep in warning. Whatever sample Albert had been producing had just been canceled.
They were both panting, and after looking at the screen with a certain disgust, Albert faced his brother with an irritated, angry and slightly confused look.
"It seems that... those inferior beings have disrupted your plans... once again." Albert growled angrily and lunged at his brother, landing a powerful kick to his chest that sent him crashing into the wall again.
William gasped sharply as he felt the air being expelled from his lungs. However, he quickly grabbed two of his heavy grenades and threw them towards Albert, who teleported in front of William.
Albert grabbed his brother by the neck, who grunted as he felt himself being lifted into the air, his eyes staring deep into Albert's. And he could see, black veins slowly spreading around his eyes, staining his white skin, also stained with blood.
"The... poison... hasn't healed yet, huh?" he said in mild defiance, knowing that his brother was weak at the moment. Not that it made much difference. During those years, he had strengthened himself with blood energized with G-virus characteristics.
He could go on fighting for hours, he could feel his body slowly regenerating. And he only had his agent to thank for that.
"You have no idea what you're doing." In response, William just squeezed the detonator of the explosive gel he had placed right behind Albert's back, who grunted in annoyance and surprise as he was thrown forward, crashing into the wall.
The grenades William had thrown also exploded, and the whole laboratory seemed to shake. The alarm was sounded and the screen changed to a warning. The lab had suffered considerable damage, both from his team and from the tyrant he had left running around.
The place shook again, and William raised his pistol, firing at Albert, who dodged the shots with surreal skill and speed, retreating to the opposite corner of the room.
William quickly moved in, ignoring the fact that Albert had turned on the lab's self-destruct system. It didn't matter if he died in there, as long as he managed to take Albert with him.
Hell, he didn't care as long as he hurt him enough. Ghost and Hunk would be able to finish what he couldn't. The laboratory went into self-destruct, this included the missiles prepared to launch the virus and the complete interruption of the finalization of that same virus. Even if Albert survived, he would live in hiding, running from place to place in search of continuing his plans.
Albert could ignore it, but he didn't... he lost. The only problem was that he would surely cause some more tragedy in the world, but his fate was sealed.
He made a point of sending a message to his agents, before chasing his brother into the laboratory.
Ghost sighed slightly as he ran his hands along his now slightly torn mask. His eyes quickly scanned his body. His clothes were stained with blood, both his own and that of other creatures. His ammunition had run out, as had his grenades, all he had now was his trusty knife, and he was pretty sure he could manage with just that in case any more worms showed up for him to play with.
He raised his head as he saw the helicopter approaching in the sky. The agent remained seated as he watched Mike descend a few meters ahead, and then he stood up, walking slowly towards the helicopter.
Mike watched him, static, his face surprised beneath his helmet. His eyes staring with admiration and a small flicker of fear as he saw the two huge bodies of the tyrants lying on the ground, both without their heads, their bodies serving as seats for the agent who was waiting patiently for him.
Ghost climbed into the helicopter and picked up the headset, sitting down in the back of the helicopter with a tired sigh.
"You all right, sir?" Mike asked into the microphone, and Ghost grunted slightly as he took off his tactical vest. He had to take care of those injuries. Nothing too serious, it was the tiredness and slight irritation that bothered him. Of course, he'd lost his lunch.
"Yes, everything's fine. What's the situation with the civilians?" Ghost asked, picking up one of the first aid kits from the side of the helicopter and sitting down again.
"They're an hour's flight from here. In Philadelphia. US-SOCOM has provided medical support, temporary housing and supplies for the survivors. They'll be fine." Mike explained, and Ghost sighed slightly as he sprayed his wounds with first aid spray, beginning to cover them with bandages soon after.
"Redfield, come in." He said over the radio, watching the message notification on the screen of his duty watch. It was William.
"Ghost. How's your situation?" Chris asked, and Ghost could hear the noise from the tank he was in. There was no gunfire, they were probably moving to some other area of the city.
"I've finished things here. The civilians managed to escape in the helicopters, at least the ones that could. Were you able to escort the others?" He asked, leaning his head on the metal wall.
"We're escorting them at the moment. We estimate that there are around five hundred civilians and even wounded soldiers. The army will send some helicopters when we get to the rescue site." Chris explained, and Ghost leaned forward and rested his arms on his legs, feeling the pain from his injuries lessen with time.
"Do you need anything? I can make one or two helicopters available for you. Medical supplies, food... whatever."
"I appreciate that, but you don't need it. The army and our affiliates have already sent help. And I've received a few messages asking about an agent and an unidentified helicopter in the area. Apparently you've attracted a lot of attention today." Chris said, and Ghost sighed. He'd imagined that would happen when he saw that news crew.
"Yeah, well... it was inevitable. I should have destroyed that camera." He said over the radio, removing his mask and taking a few deep breaths. He ran his hand across his forehead, wiping away some of the sweat and tossed the mask aside. He couldn't wait for a shower.
"I don't think it would make much difference, the testimony of the civilians would be enough to go back to that video with you at the airport. There are already plenty of testimonies about some masked men saving people. By the way, did you really think you could remain an unknown for decades?" Chris asked, and Ghost snorted in nasal laughter.
If Albert hadn't attacked his organization, yes, he was sure those rumours would have been nothing more than rumours, with no concrete proof. But, well, it wouldn't get in the way. It didn't change anything, it was just a kind of nuisance.
"I'm going to my hideout. Send me your location when you're done there." Ghost said.
"Understood. Thanks, Ghost." Chris thanked him, and they ended the call.
Ghost crossed his arms and lowered his head. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes again and repeated this technique until he reached the hiding place. This technique, in which he closes his eyes and falls into a deep sleep, lasts between seconds and even minutes. It's known as "microsleep", and he only uses it when he's on a mission or needs to recover more quickly.
It's not recommended to use this technique often, but it helps at times like these.
When the helicopter arrived at the hideout on a small island, practically an islet with just one bunker door and a small helicopter parking lot, he got off and entered the hideout, waving to Mike after getting off.
He entered the hideout and took the elevator down to the bunker. The doors opened onto a small room. A kind of makeshift office with a stove in the corner.
"Sir." He heard some of his men greet him, and he greeted them back, pleased to see them well.
He went down some stairs until he reached the wing that served as a laboratory, monitoring room and meeting room.
The upstairs wasn't that big, and the downstairs was medium-sized, with a satisfactory-sized training room.
"Ayala." He greeted the woman sitting in front of some monitors. She turned and smiled gently in his direction.
"Sir. Good to see you in the flesh." Ayala said, and Ghost watched the monitors for a few moments.
"What's the damage?" The woman sighed and turned around again.
"Disastrous... but not as disastrous as it could have been. Millions of people have died or are missing so far. The government has managed to rescue around 431,000 civilians, apart from the others who have yet to be registered. It's too early to tell the real extent of this tragedy, but... it's not good." Ayala said, and Ghost sighed.
Millions of lives lost... he wanted to make Umbrella, to make Albert feel the weight of those lives in their last moments. But he knew it was impossible, so he would be content to just watch them burn and drown in despair.
"That's great... I'll talk to you later Ayala, thank you very much." He said, waving to her and walking towards his quarters.
His room was similar to the one in the main hideout, very simple. A bed, a closet, a table with a chair and a lamp. In the right-hand corner, there was a door leading to the bathroom. Simple military style, and he preferred it that way.
He removed his blood- and sweat-stained clothes and entered the bathroom after grabbing a towel.
He let the cold water wash over his body. With his head down, he stared at the drain. He felt so... strange.
His sentences contained a hint of arrogance and he was cocky, no longer in his usual strictly professional tone. The cold water that he had long since stopped feeling now chilled his skin.
That was his fault... he let himself get closer. But what bothered him most wasn't that. It wasn't that he was arrogant, that he was talking too much or that he was feeling things he shouldn't be feeling. No, he could sort that out in time.
What bothered him was that part of him wanted to carry on like that. Part of him wanted to carry on with that arrogance, part of him wanted to feel what others felt, part of him wanted to say what he felt, make jokes, be... normal...
He shook his head with a sigh and left the bathroom. As he put on his clothes, he looked attentively at the door when he heard someone knocking.
"It's me, Ghost. Walter." The agent sighed with a certain relief when he heard the doctor's voice.
"Come in." He said, putting on his blouse and sitting down on his bed.
"Good to see you again, Ghost." The doctor said, and the agent gave a small smile.
"It's good to know you're all right, Walter. I hope you didn't push yourself too hard taking care of things here." Walter snorted.
"Nah, my day is incredibly peaceful compared to yours. By the way, are you hurt? Do you need any medical attention?" Ghost shook his head.
"No, thanks, Walter. No injuries that a few herbs and bandages won't fix."
"Good, then. I just came to see how you were. I wish Hunk was here too, but..." Ghost shook his head, settling down on his bed.
"He's busy, but he should be here soon. I was just about to contact him. William sent a message."
"Ah, then I won't bother you anymore. As I said, I just came to check on you. Good to see you're okay." Walter said, walking towards the slightly open door.
"No problem. Thanks a lot, Walter. I'll update you on things later." Ghost said, waving to Walter just before he left the room.
(Wesker's clothes are the same as the ones he wears in Resident Evil 5.)
Did you know that microsleep is the same sleep technique used by Batman in the comics? Cool, isn't it?
Man, it's only now that I'm writing the final arc that I realize how BIG this story is. Like, the more I write, the longer it takes for things to happen, it's incredible. First time I think having too many ideas is a bad thing, Jesus.
I hope you enjoyed the fight between William and Albert, I really enjoyed imagining a fight between two superhumans.