Chapter 4

Looking out the front glass of the Osprey, Dr. Albert Wesker could see Rockfort Island in the near distance and getting closer by the second. "There it is, gentlemen. Tell the other Ospreys to prepare for the first bombings."

"Yes, sir," the co-pilot said before picking up the radio receiver to give out the orders.

Wesker smirked. 'At last, I'm finally here. It took a little longer than I wanted, but finally Rockfort Island is within my grasp.'

Turning around to the soldiers in the back, Wesker moved down the line of men, strapped in. "Get ready, people. It's time to take the fight to White Umbrella. You've been training for the day that Red Umbrella would finally strike a deafening blow, and that time has indeed come. There has been a lot of blood, sweat, and tears along the way, but I've always had faith that things would finally heat up. Check your weapons. Watch your form when we finally land after the bombings. The attack will more than likely cause them to release their BOWs. You're about to be in for the fight of your lives."

A smirk formed on his face. 'Hang in there, son. Prove to your father that you're the Wesker I think you are. Survive.'

"I'm about to evacuate now," HUNK's filtered voice from his gas mask stated into a radio as Dr. Albert Wesker teleported in behind him and let out a short, evil laugh.

Turning around, HUNK fired his simi-automatic at the target multiple times, but he missed every single round.

Wesker used his lightning quick abilities to avoid each and every bullet until finally his target stopped trying. He cricked his neck and smirked. "The famous Mr. Death. I'm not impressed."

HUNK lowered his gun and shook his head. "Albert Wesker. I heard rumors that your death was exaggerated. I'd hoped they were fake."

"You and a lot of other people," Wesker said.

"So, you've come to kill me then," HUNK stated.

"What makes you think that any of this is about you?" Wesker asked.

"I'm the one that didn't prevent a T-Virus leak," HUNK replied. "I'm the reason the Birkins weren't evacuated from Raccoon City. Everyone knows about my team's failure."

"And yet, you refuse to take responsibility for that failure," Wesker said. "Placing the blame on your team for their incompetence, yes? A team is only as good as their leader, and you are indeed a failure."

Before HUNK could react, Wesker teleported over to him and backhanded the soldier straight into the furthest wall before teleporting again, kneeing him in the gut.

"That was for Annette," Wesker told him. "However, Mr. Death has a chance to avoid dying once more if you direct me to my son."

HUNK's gasmask tilted to the side, and he laughed. "What? Is that the real reason you're here?"

"I had it under good –"

"Your information was wrong. Your son was never on Rockfort Island. You've been sent on a wild goose chase."

Wesker gritted his teeth, knowing good and well that something now stunk. If HUNK was telling the truth, Trent had been playing him, but how? Did he know that Wesker was nearby that day in Utah? Had 'the shadow council' set him up? Were all of them playing games?

Wesker grabbed HUNK by the throat finally. It was his trademark move after all. "Where is Alexia Ashford?"

"Not here," HUNK replied through gasps.

"Interesting that neither of my targets are actually at this facility," Wesker commented.

"I do know where she is though," HUNK told him. "Antarctica."

Wesker tilted his head. "I thought that facility was a myth?"

"You'll find that a lot of things about Umbrella that you don't think are true, actually are," HUNK said.

Pulling HUNK away from the wall, Wesker took a deep breath.

"I know you are conflicted, Albert," HUNK observed. "But you should have realized that you can't ever listen to the higher ups. They'll ruin you every time. You're just a toy to them. We all are. There's no future for any of us. We have to –"

Wesker's rage rose to a boiling point, and before he knew what he was doing, his fist had slammed completely through HUNK's stomach.

Gasping, HUNK collapsed out of Wesker's grasp, landing on the ground.

"Looks like your reputation has finally come to a close, Mr. Death," Wesker said as he bent down and ripped off the gasmask, confusion coming to his face. "I know you."

HUNK coughed up blood. "My tale isn't so different from yours. I'm Miles Wesker."

Wesker pulled off his sunglasses. "Wesker?"

"If you ever find Lord Spencer," HUNK began, "ask him about The Wesker Children. You'll have your answers." He gasped one last time and relaxed.

Wesker shook his head, unable to comprehend what had just happened. A beeping noise sounded out. He pressed the hidden button in his ear. "Yes?"

"Alfred Ashford is about to blow the island," one of Wesker's underlings said. "Another plane escaped the island a moment ago, and he's taking his own plane."

Wesker sighed. "Get everyone off the island. Leave one Osprey for me. I'm not returning to base. I have to go elsewhere to retrieve Alexia Ashford."

"Shall I leave a detachment to help you?" the underling asked.

"No," Wesker responded. "I'll take care of her myself." And with that, he pressed the button in his ear, ending the conversation. He looked back to HUNK's dead body and shook his head. "Miles Wesker. Why do I remember you? What are The Wesker Children?"

Finally standing up, Wesker took off into a teleportation so he would be able to clear the blast radius before the island blew. There were still a few quick things to take care of before making the trip to Antarctica, but once this failure of a mission was finished, he would find out where Ozwell E. Spencer was hiding.

After observing the destruction of The Antarctica Facility for a few moments longer, Dr. Albert Wesker moved back toward his nearby Osprey, but he could hear an engine in the distance. Turning toward the noise, he saw a jet flying away in the opposite direction from where he was.

"Chris," Wesker sneered. "So, you did make it out." He shook his head, knowing that Claire had probably escaped as well. It mattered not. In the end, they would both pay for this mission's failure, and it would be at the hands of someone they wouldn't even expect.

Moving back into the Osprey, Wesker closed the door and then stepped over to the body of Steve Burnside. Grabbing a nearby steel briefcase, he used his finger print to open it and revealed multiple vials of his blood, purified to isolate the W-Virus within.

Smirking, he took one out, placed it in the injector, and then used the injector on Steve's neck. "Shouldn't be but a few hours and the W-Virus will be pulsating through your veins, my boy. If I can't have my actual son, I'll make one of my own, and together, we'll bring down both White and Red Umbrella."

He rubbed Steve's cheek delicately and then laughed.

Sitting in his private office on the abandoned military base that he'd been using to unite the former S.T.A.R.S. and other affiliates, Trent watched a screen intently. Standing at his side was someone in a hooded cloak, his face hidden under it.

On the screen, Wesker was bent down in front of Steve Burnside's body, injecting him with something, but Trent knew exactly what it was. He was no fool, and he knew full well that Wesker had been analyzing his blood and singling out the W-Virus for quite some time.

"Shouldn't be but a few hours and the W-Virus will be pulsating through your veins, my boy," Wesker said over the feed. "If I can't have my actual son, I'll make one of my own, and together, we'll bring down both White and Red Umbrella."

Trent ended the feed, folded his hands into a tent, and turned in the chair to face the hooded man. "It would appear that your former captain is about to resurrect someone, just like you were. It's time. You're now activated for your primary function: kill Albert Wesker."

The man pulled the hood off, revealing Joseph Frost, with burning red cat eyes.