- BIOHAZARD 2
- BIOHAZARD 3 LAST ESCAPE
- BIOHAZARD GUN SURVIVOR
- BIOHAZARD CODE:Veronica
- GUN SURVIVOR 2 BIOHAZARD CODE:Veronica
- biohazard 0
- GUN SURVIVOR 4 BIOHAZARD HEROES NEVER DIE
- BIOHAZARD OUTBREAK
- BIOHAZARD OUTBREAK FILE 2
- biohazard 4
- BIOHAZARD UMBRELLA CHRONICLES
- BIOHAZARD 5
- BIOHAZARD THE DARKSIDE CHRONICLES
- BIOHAZARD Operation Raccoon City
- BIOHAZARD REVELATIONS
- BIOHAZARD 6
- Other Games
- Portable Games
- BIOHAZARD i SURVIVOR
- BIOHAZARD Zombie Buster
- BIOHAZARD GAIDEN
- BIOHAZARD ASSAULT THE NIGHTMARE
- BIOHAZARD Zombie Shooter
- BIOHAZARD THE MISSIONS
- BIOHAZARD THE STORIES
- BIOHAZARD Deadly Silence
- BIOHAZARD confidential report
- Resident Evil Genesis
- BIOHAZARD THE OPERATIONS
- BIOHAZARD the episodes
- Resident Evil Uprising
- BIOHAZARD Survival Door
- biohazard 4 Mobile edition
- biohazard DEGENERATION (Mobile)
- Resident Evil Portable
- BIOHAZARD THE MERCENARIES 3D
- BIOHAZARD MERCENARIES VS.
- BIOHAZARD OUTBREAK Survive
- Unreleased Games
- Bio-Weapons / Creatures
- Paramilitary Groups
- Anti-Bioterrorism Groups
- Terrorist Organizations
- Police Groups
- Supplemental Material
- Las Plagas: Organisms of War
- Trevor's Notes
- biohazard SAMURAI EDGE History
- Angela's Diary
- BIOHAZARD 1.5 Scenario & Description
- BIOHAZARD -CODE:Veronica- EX Scenario
- GUN SURVIVOR 4 BIOHAZARD HEROES NEVER DIE Scenario
- Guide Books
- BIO HAZARD
- BIOHAZARD 2
- BIOHAZARD 3 LAST ESCAPE
- BIOHAZARD GUN SURVIVOR
- BIOHAZARD CODE:Veronica
- biohazard 0
- BIOHAZARD OUTBREAK
- biohazard 4
- BIOHAZARD 5
- BIOHAZARD 6 Official Complete Guide
- Art Books
- biohazard archives
- BIOHAZARD archives II
- RESEARCH ON BIOHAZARD 2 -final edition-
- biohazard DVD BOOK The Catalysis
- biohazard 4 FILM DVD BOOK Incubate
- ANOTHER SIDE OF BIOHAZARD
- BEAMS T × BIOHAZARD 15TH ANNIVERSARY BOOK THE ELEMENTS
- Guide Books
- Official Websites
- BIOHAZARD Series Official Website
- BIOHAZARD 3 LAST ESCAPE
- BIOHAZARD CODE:Veronica
- BSAA Remote Desktop
- Research facility photo ~ Sonnentreppe description
- News concerning bankruptcy of UMBRELLA
- Baker FAX correspondence (UMBRELLA)
- Copy ~ UMBRELLA site
- BSAA t-Virus Description
- BSAA G-Virus Description
- BSAA t-Veronica Virus Description
- Drama Albums
- BIO HAZARD ~Tragedy of Makoba Village~ SOUND DRAMA
- BIO HAZARD DRAMA ALBUM ~Fate of Raccoon City~ Vol.1
- BIO HAZARD DRAMA ALBUM ~Fate of Raccoon City~ Vol.2
- BIO HAZARD DRAMA ALBUM ~Fate of Raccoon City~ Vol.3
- BIOHAZARD 2 DRAMA ALBUM 〜The Little Runaway Sherry〜
- BIOHAZARD 2 DRAMA ALBUM ~Ada, the Female Spy, is Alive~
- BIOHAZARD 3 LAST ESCAPE
- BIOHAZARD 5
- BIO HAZARD Sound Team Interview (Project Umbrella)
- Dean Harrington Interview (Project Umbrella)
- Makoto Tomozawa Interview (Project Umbrella)
- Masami Ueda Interview (Project Umbrella)
- Yoshihiro Ike Interview (Project Umbrella)
- Promotional Material
- Various Translations
Umbrella Chronicles Side B Transcripts
Sun, 03/21/2010 - 7:44am
I thought I'd start a new thread for the second book as keep things less complicated. Before anyone passes judgement, please take into account that these books have no been re-translated into a third language so certain elements will be lost in translation. Also the book is relatively short and so the details that are included are relatively light.
And yes, the re-tellings of game events are not cannon.
Elroy laughed nervously when he saw the logo of the Umbrella Corporation on the toilet seat. Not even in here, were you left alone from this company. He lifted the lid and sat down on the toilet seat. It was the forth time that morning he was sitting here. Elroy had either spoiled his stomach or was suffering from nervous diarrhea. He knew himself only too well. Even as a child he had often suffered from abdominal pain often brought on by stressful situations. He had hoped this was something that would stop as he entered into adulthood, or at least improve, but nothing had changed. He was still a nervous coward. Yes, there was one man who who had made him feel like a frightened rabbit. Want to spend your entire life being the faithful lapdog for the Umbrella Corporation? Are you really so afraid of them? And he was. And the fear grew when he learned the inner proceedures of the company. But Elroy did not have the courage to admit it openly and honestly, therefore he had accepted the job offer of this man. And that is what had him suffering from diarrhea once again this morning. Elroy flushed the toilet and breathed a sigh of relief. Then he fished a small metal box from his pocket and opened it. Inside the box was a small syringe which was filled with a shimmering light green liquid. Elroy rolled up his sleeve and jabbed the needle with a practiced hand movement into his upper arm. A brief stabbing pain made him grimace, then he pushed down the plunger. The malicious fluid was soon lost in the insides of his body. After the whole contents were injected, he placed the syringe back into the small metal box and left the toilet.
Sterile corridors, disinfected stairways, disinfected grounds. Everything here seemed sterile and was illuminated by white light. Perhaps here even one's own heart had been sterilized. Any feelings of opposition to the corporation, any unnatural desire to advance one's career, each longing to join another company; all of those feelings were removed as if they were throughly boiled and wiped down with alcohol.
Elroy felt a slight dizziness, his steps were uncertain.
"Everything okay?" A colleague had grabbed him by the hand and was leaning on his arm, it was a young researcher who had been moved to the Russian Branch of the company the same time as he was.
"Yes, thank you. Go away already."
"You look pale, Elroy."
"Yes, I've got something wrong with my stomach..."
"Are you sure that's all?" The woman asked suspiciously.
No wonder. In this facility all different types of hazardous micro-organisms were grown. Whenever someone was not feeling well, it was all to obvious to think of the possibility of an acident involving a potential biohazard.
"Yes, that's all," Elroy assured her with a smile. "I probably ate something bad yesterday."
"Maybe you should just get married soon," laughed the woman.
"Yes, you're probably right." Elroy made a strained smile and wiped the sweat from his forehead.
"In any case, you should go to the infirmary."
"I will. Later I will go there. First, there is something urgent I need to do."
Elroy was not lying. There was actually something he needed to attend to urgently. I am not his lapdog. I am of the Umbrella Corporation. He tried to sound strong, and his stomach growled in protest like a small dog.
Elroy waited until the woman was out of sight before he dug out his ID card and turned down a side corridor. Without being aware of it himself, he had quickened his pace. At the end of the hallway, he swiped his card through a card reader and opened the door. The area which he now entered contained a large number of containers for the cultivation of micro-organisms. The containers were all neatly lined up and each one was secured with locks. Elroy took out a small pair of pliers, broke the seal on one of the containers and pulled out a capsule the size of a hen's egg, which he carefully placed into his pocket. In a few minutes they would know who had done what. For in all possible corners of the building surveillance cameras had been installed which were connected directly to the Red Queen and all employees were constantly monitored. Elroy did not worry about this as he would soon by flying away. That was part of his plan. Because in a few minutes he will already have left the building. But even this comforting thought could not shed his nervousness. He left the room and took a deep breath.
Everything is in order, he said to himself. I have just injected the antidote to this virus, so I won't be infected by this early variant of the T-Virus.
Elroy hurled the capsule to the ground.
"All right", he muttered to himself. "All right." He walked towards the exit of the lab and threw a quick glance at his watch. Twenty seconds. Fifteen seconds. Ten. Five. Four, three, two, one...The alarm bells began to shrill.
"Accident involving bio-hazadous material. Infectious material is spreading.!" A computerised voice announced over the loud speaker system.
Everything is going according to plan. Stay calm. I have time.
Elroy ran through the corridors. The more he went the faster he moved. The gate, which would foreclose any disaster hazard area, was already closing. Elroy increased his pace once more and slipped under it just in time. He had done it. He was outside. Everything was finished.
Nobody can stop me now. I'm going to go home, take my bag and be on my way to the airport. Everything has worked out perfectly. I have nothing more to fear. The other half of my fee will now be paid into my account. Everything will be alright.
With these thoughts running through his head, a relaxed smile appeared on Elroy's face.
It was too bad he had clearly underestimated the man who had hired him. Elroy had strictly obeyed the instructions of his client - Albert Wesker- and managed to escape from the laboratory building. Up to this point everything had gone perfectly according to plan. He was already on site of the chemical factory, which served as a cover for the laboratories, and it was no longer necessary to run. Elroy took off his white lab coat, folded it and pressed it crumpled into a narrow gap between where the helmeted workers ran around. They were like headless chickens. He tried to convey an impression of calm, but again his breathing quickened.
You're all right. Stay calm. Completely calm.
But his breathing became more and more tortured and he began to gasp, and his pulse quicked appreciably. Elroy wondered what was happening to him and winced painfully. The smile froze him into a grimace and suddenly his joints ached and he began to gnash his teeth as every movement he took felt like they were rubbing together. Elroy rapidly shrank as the forces pulled at him. He felt as if there was a gaping hole somewhere in his body through which he lost more and more blood. Finally, an overwhelming sense of helplessness forced him to his knees. Supporting himself with both hands on the floor, he leaned over. Discomfort seemed to inflate his stomach even further and forced him to vomit. Workers hurried to his aid.
"What happened? Are you okay?" They cried to Elroy.
Their voices were muffled and squigly, as if he were hearing them speak underwater. Elroy wanted to say something, but his tongue was swollen, stiff and motionless in his mouth. His vision became noticeably shorter. Then everything went black. He saw nothing more. For heaven's sake. At that moment, Elroy began to think for the first time that he may have become infected by the T-Virus.
But how can that be possible? How can I be infected when I had already administered the anti-dote?
Elroy receieved no answer to this question. His mind fell into a pitch-black abyss. Even in his last breath, it never dawned on him that Albert Wesker had used him and led him into a trap. The remedy that he had injected himself, this fluid, which he had recieved was the colour of the antivirus and somewhat reassuring, however, this was not the antidote to the virus. It was merely a saline solution mixed with food colouring.
Because of the numerous protective and precautionary measures, there was no guarentee that any released virus actually found a way out of the laboratories. Therefore it was necessary for Wesker's vision to ensure that at least one infected person left the lab before it was hermetically sealed off.
Approximately two hours later, Elroy awoke in the infirmary of the factory to a new life. For Wesker, all was going according to plan.
The wind howled, and dancing snowflakes obscured the view. A snowstorm. Two large men, who were dressed from head to toe in animal skins ran over the snow field transformed by the snow into a monotonous white colour. They looked almost like two bears. When the two had left their village, the sky had still been clear and blue. The man on the right rummaged some hay out of a bag and rubbed it with his fingertips. He whispered in a Slavic language;
"Count the tears! Your tears will teach the wicked devils and their accomplices to be afraid!" Then he added with a tone of disgust: "We have no luck, damn it."
"Comerade Schek," said the second man. "The sudden snowstorm does not bode well. This is a bad omen."
"Maybe so, Comerade Igor.
"Then you also believe that evil spirits dwell here?"
"That's what God proclaimed to us all. And it would be a sin to doubt God, Igor."
"Many of our comerades have disappeared in this area. There must probably be something..."
"You are not convinced?"
"I do not doubt God. I doubt those that bring us the voice of God."
"Comerade Igor! We must train ourselves now in unity. Even if the rumour is true that the priest is in cahoots with these guys. If this factory really is a hostile place for us, then we must take prompt remedial action.
The two were members of the 'Worshippers of the Church of the Great Bones.' In the previous century, a religious community whose roots could be traced back to a Buddhist sect that originated from Japan, and was founded in the seclusion of a small village. After repeated divisions, the sect had differenciated over time, elements of the Slavic people made their own faith and thus had become the community that had formed just over ten years ago; the 'Worshippers of the Church of the Great Bones.'
The group had essentially publicised the ideal of living in complete self-sufficiency. To achieve this goal they had chosen this remote place as a base for their own 'utopia'. Real self-sufficiency proved to be the struggle against the adversities of nature and was too hard. But these harsh conditions did not prevent the lure to this religious community as more and more new converts were being attracted to this place. The village was so alive.
About five years ago however, the situation had changed fundamentally. By this point, a former chemical plant, a holdover from the days of the Soviet Union, which was located not far from the village, had been renovated. Officially, it was concerned with geological surveys. Although these events took place in the immediate vicinity of the village, the religious community decided to see what would happen. One assumed it concerned a company, which was concerned with the exploitation of mineral resources and was owned by a section of the government. There were rumours that the Chemical Plant was renovated after the collapse of the Soviet Union due to the hands of a new owner and a large investment of foreign capital. Whether it was a question of domestic government or foreign capital, the whole time nothing was heard from them - until the day when an envoy appeared at the village from the factory. He wanted to recruit workers. The offered salary was exceptionally generous and sparked embittered controversy in the impoverished village community. After many discussions and heated arguments finally they agreed in recruiting half of the male villagers with a job at the factory. Rumours that the priest had been bribed by the factory were not long in coming, but these rumours were based on obvious facts; the priest and his entire family were invited over to the factory on several occassions.
Yet another rumour made in connection with the factory began to hang around. It was said that it was a nest of heretics, who worshipped the evil pagan gods. Apparantly the inhabitants of the village were brought to these heretics and offered as sacrifices to their gods. And indeed, it was often the case that men who went to work in the factory no longer returned back home. The relatives of those who had disappeared had joined forces and visited the factory to demand an explanation, but nothing was proved and the rumours remained. The owners of the factory had remained civil to the villagers and had not taken offence at the accusations. The priest exhorted the villagers against trying something similar a second time.
Nevertheless, it was often the case that men disappeared into the factory and lately over ten people have come forward and spoken of a monster observed in the vicinity of the factory building. The descriptions reminded them strongly of the legendary mythical creature 'Vodyanoy', who was a huge, overgrown creature with a body of half man, half fish.
At the same time, rumours were circulating that another nearby village in the vicinity of the factory had been attacked by 'Almas' - another legendary mythical creature. But since the settlement created bythe religious community had virtually no contact with the outside world, no one had any knowledge of it.
Then, three days ago, all contactw ith the factory stopped suddenly. None of the men who had gone to work that day, came back. Even a group that had formed out of concern for the missing persons, disappeared without trace whilst en route to the factory. So the 'Worshippers of the Church of the Great Bones' had dispatched two men; Shek and Igor. The two had borrowed a camera because they wanted to document all information about what was going on at the factory.
"Will we not be helping the bad spirits nonetheless?"
"Comerade Igor, why do you think about it? The matter was discussed by all, and was it not the church that has decided that the work in the factory is not to be given up?"
"We cannot stop the others. We did not put all that money before their eyes simply to tell them that they are not there to work!"
Igor looked down and mumbled something. And then he spoke very softly;
"Perhaps that time was a test of our faith."
Then it happened. In the distance they heard a sound; a scream.
"What was that?"
"That was just the wind," said Shek, unconcerned.
"It is the sound of the wind. What else could it have been? Don't tell me it was the cries of monsters..."
The wind drew weaker. Soon thereafter, the view ahead became clearer. And then they saw the creature that came running at them from afar. Igor folded his hands and began to pray aloud according to an ancient formula.
"Holy Virgin, draw the sword of thy father, put on the armour of your ancestors, place on the helmet of your heroes, and bring out your black horse and hurry across the wide fields to our assistance"
With trembling hands, Shek fumbled with the camera and photographed the creature bearing down on them. The monster looked exactly like the rumours had described; it's face was a curious mixture of man and fish, with a huge body that was covered in scales.And the enormous creature had long fingers, at the end of which sharp claws flashed.
Igor's incantations were now increasingly louder, but his complexion grew more pale.
"Holy Virgin, cover me with your veil and protect me from the enemy and before all weapons both iron and steel!
Shek, the camera still quivering in his hands, joined in with Igor's incantations.
"Protect us from wooden weapons, weapons of bone and weapons of steel, we beseech thee aaah...!"
They both let out a scream. This was followed by a single flash, then streaming red blood splashed across the snowly landscape.
Raccoon City had been wiped out - and from all maps as well as the Earth. First, what had happened was declared a nuclear accident to the public, in which a nuclear reactor had hit meltdown. Later, a commission of inquiry published a report that the accident could actually be traced back to a melt in the reactor core. This report, however, was the product of desperate cover-up efforts from Umbrella Corporation, which now saw its very existence threatened. Given the immense scale of the disaster not even Umbrella Corporation could escape responsibility entirely. Finally, the blame for the destruction of Raccoon City was placed upon the company. The share prices fell through the floor, but the people at Umbrella did not give up and continued to fight desperately. Up until the bitter end. They pushed some of the responsibility onto the shoulders of the government and ordered a whole army of well-paid lawyers to withdraw the lawsuit against Umbrella in length. Fortunately for the men of the company, the most crucial evidence; that of the nuclear missile, had gone off track. Umbrella waged a dirty war, and the media uncovered untold atrocities and and violations of the law of the company. The company was made the public whipping boy. Clearly the company had a good rapport with the American government, but the loss of prestige and reputation had led - as always in such cases - to ensure that official policy was that of distancing itself quickly from Umbrella.
Despite this, the Umbrella Corporation was still the largest industrial group in the world. It was probable that Umbrella would arise in a different form reconstructed if just one part of the company was still alive and well. If one were to make the end of Umbrella permanent, then one needed to act now.
Chris Redfield and Jill Valentine, both former members of the special task force unit S.T.A.R.S. of the Raccoon City Police Department, had made their way to Russia. The Russian branch of Umbrella now continued the research of the company.For better or worse it was here that they had been working on the development of new biological weapons, and was not least the basic location of the T-Virus, Chris and Jill had learned of this. In other words, the Umbrella lizard had survived having it's tail bitten off and had fled with the rest to Russia. Several espionage activities were soon to be rendered as to ensure that all those nasty rumours were true. The Russian branch of the Umbrella Corporation had worked effectively in the development of new biogenetic weapons. These developments served as a springboard to expand Umbrella's business activities to the crisis regions throughout the world.
Chris and Jill co-operated with local Anti-Biohazard units in Russia and then got wind of the existence of a 'Factory of Nightmares'. Now they just had to infiltrate this factory unnoticed and put a stop to their activities, at least that's what Jill and her comerades had introduced in such a way.
"One moment," said a giant of a man in combat fatigues. He was the commander of the anti-biohazard unit. It was in the meeting room of the command centre of the unit in Russia. "The Russian government believes that actions against Umbrella's expansion in Russia are required."
The facial expression of the man was so angry that a child would probably have immediately burst into tears at the sight of him. But in contrast to this, his voice and expressions were rather gentle. After all, the commander was a MIT graduate, a true interllectual then. The man continued: "The Russian government has hesitated to set the regular army on Umbrella, but the permission for the use of our special forces should be granted. That's not to say that a permit would be given on the safe side."
"By permit, you mean granted off the record, no official permission?" Chris quipped.
"However," admitted the Captain. "The government does not want to leave any evidence that it has granted the necessary permission."
"Couldn't we just leave without permission?" Asked Chris.
The giant man twisted his face into a grimace. Actually, it was a grin, but it was doubtful anybody recognised it as such.
"This is not the same thing," he said. "Without occuring official permission prior, the government would never tolerate an unofficial military operation. Worst case scenario if that were to occur the US army could consider taking action againt us and turn us into mincemeat.."
Then we need to get permission then, that the government acts as though it is looking away, though in fact it is clear that they see everything?"
"I'm not quite getting this." Said Jill. "We came here just over a week ago because we were told that the plan of operations would be finalized in practice. And now that we are here, we are told that suddenly the permission of the government is still pending and that this permission once it is granted, cannot officially exist." She looked the captain sharply in the face. "I'm sick and tired of the mentality of you civil officials. And I have a nose just as full of your shennanigans behind the scenes.
The man listened in silence.
"For a week we are being put off repeatedly from one day to the next, but I will not wait any longer! As we sit here, work is continuing with Umbrella's insidious plot! You know, like us, what happened to Raccoon City! Do you realise that Russia could be plagued by a disaster that could have far worse consequences than Chernobyl?"
"That would be a problem," replied the man, but he wore an expression that he was not taking Jill's statement particularly seriously.
The attitude of their counterpart only fuelled Jill's anger further. Chris also looked strained sat next to her;
"Look, we have not come to argue with you. We all want the same thing, the fall of the Umbrella Corporation. But we can not wait any longer. You've had nevertheless a year's preparation time before we came here. We've tolerated each other long enough, don't you think?"
The giant nodded slowly.
"All right. But all I can say now is that I can't give you a definitive aswer off the cuff." He glanced at his watch. "Let's say I will give you the final answer within twelve hours."
"Depending on how that response comes, we will go on alone and will still be active. That would certainly have unpleasant consequences for you."
"I refuse to be blackmailed. And I'm sure we will come to a mutually satisfactory solution."
"That is what we expect," said Chris, holding out his hand.
"I am grateful for your good cooperation."
He extended his huge hand to Chris's and they shook.
After Wesker had landed on the hill, the skies had surprisingly cleared. Wesker came to believe that even the weather had become merciful. The snow reflected the sunlight and bathed everything in a whitish light. It was the perfect skyline if you could imagine such a thing, thought Wesker. He looked at the factory across the plane, a research facility of the Umbrella Corporation. The control of power is itself a very great power. This principle was universally valid, of this Wesker was convinced in his heart of hearts. But you could never be seduced by power. Power was not something to be used openly and directly. Rather, mastering the art was to achieve the smallest use of power, with the maximum result. And this knowledge was also power.
It was now five years ago that he had heard that here in the depths of the Russian Cacasus, an old chemical factory had been revived with foreign capital. After the collapse of the Soviet Union it was said that a European aristocratic family had purchased the factory. The background checks turned out not to be very complicated. Umbrella's Russian subsidary scheme therefore built a secret underground facility on the site of the chemical factory. Wesker immediately sent one of his agents in the local area to investigate. Presumably, this factory was something of a last bastion for the Umbrella Corporation. If Wesker could destroy it, then Umbrella would cease to exist. And Wesker had already begun preparations for Umbrella's downfall already. A small accident. The virus was released. Bio-hazard. Biologically hazardous material.
The agent had completed his mission three days ago. The contact with him had already been broken off. This too was part of Wesker's plan. He had learned things that revealed what was happening in the facilities underneath the old chemical factory. Umbrella's downfall was sealed. To ensure the company reached an untimely death, he had secured the help of an old friend whose interests in this case matched his own. We will fight side by side to save the world from this chaos, thought Wesker and he grinned, satisfied.
Though Wesker was standing in a place where you could incur some bad frostbite quickly this time of year, he was dressed strikingly light. But his body was no longer that of a human being. He had overcome the physical limitations of the ordinary people long ago.
Wesker's headset buzzed. He heard the voices of a man and a woman, significantly it was Jill and Chris. He could recognise their voices as he had tapped into the listening devices, which had been installed on the instruction of the Russian government due to the accomodation of the two on the team. Jill's angry voice could be heard.
"I am not willing to wait for permission from the Russian government! I am absolutely sure that this factory is the latest base of the Umbrella Corporation!"
"Yes, I know. This time we will not let them get away. I'm going to nail them. If it requires a reply from the Russians, we will begin the operation, if necessary, on our own."
A low electronic ringing could be heard.
"Yes...yes...understand...We will come immediately to you. Jill, permission has been granted! They will pick us up, and then we will set off at last!"
At this point the transmissions broke. Wesker took a deep breath, turned and looked at the sky.
"Chris, as fate would have it, I cannot leave this simply to you. If you are looking for a decision against me, I will place myself before you. But before that would you settle a little job for me?"
Wesker turned around again. In the distance, beyond the snow level, he identified the chemical plant. There were several chimneys, but where these chimneys had once blazed bright flames, not even a cloud of smoke emitted from them now. Wesker began his approach to the silent factory. Like an athlete, he sprinted across the soft snow. His goal was not the factory itself, but the accessway to an underground passageway nearby.
Wesker stood outside the main entrance, which was closed with an iron gate. With both hands, he gripped the bars. It did not look like he had to expend much energy as he shook the bars two or three times, then the iron bent and the concrete crumbled. The grid was removed with ease. Wesker threw it carelessly aside and entered.
From this corridor he decended into a kind of station which ushered in a web of material into the plant itself. Wesker wanted to avoid meeting Chris and Jill, and deliberately chose a different route.
After just a few steps, he felt as though he was being watched. He turned around and saw a surveillance camera. Wesker stared into the lens of the camera and could feel not only the stares that came through the camera at him but also who it was that was behind the camera. This kind of perception was quite familiar to him, it was the perception of those infected. Wesker followed the view and penetrated over it into the interior of the beholder. H saw a very strong, but also perverse desire to see malice, hostility and an anticipation of the upcoming battle. This awareness seemed familiar. He participated in his perception, saw with his eyes, heard with his ears. What Wesker saw, was a kind of computer room. Before him multiple monitors were lined up. One on of the screens, Wesker could see himself.
"Awful little rat." The voice was familiar to Wesker. Colonel Sergei Vladimir, a leader of the Umbrella Corporation. "You rotten little rat to sneak inside here."
"Oh, you have only just noticed?" Mocked Wesker.
"Did you think that I would not have this power? Your arrogance is disgusting."
"Then I probably underestimated you."
In the background the voice of the main computer, Red Queen, was heard.
"Level 4 biohazardous contamination is progressing."
"More than 90% of the laboratory staff are dead. The probability of survival in the contaminated atmosphere is two percent."
"Obviously the management of this institution overwhelms you," commented Wesker sardonically.
Sergei snorted. "This base can easily be replaced. After all, I own Red Queen and T.A.L.O.S. I am now Umbrella."
"I see. Then it will be easy for me to destroy Umbrella."
"You are a really funny guy Wesker." Sergei got up, and the camera followed him. He spoke to the camera. "Accelerate the activation of T.A.L.O.S. He must be activated before the arrival of the Russian government.
"Roger. The date for the start of the reactivation has been redefined."
"T.A.L.O.S.?" Said Wesker. "Has thou acquired a nice new toy?"
"You would like to penetrate into it. Unfortunately the T.A.L.O.S. system can only be controlled by the Red Queen. You have no chance of hacking into it yourself. Checkmate."
"I am registering two airborne objects approaching at high speed from the North East," The Red Queen spoke once more.
"Trouble on all fronts?" laughed Wesker.
"A little pain can be quite pleasant, Wesker."
"Shall I tell you who it is who is on their way to see you, Sergei."
"No need. I can imagine already. Incidentally, I can hardly wait for my duel with you."
"The honour is mine."
"I hope I will have real fun with you Wesker."
"I doubt that you will have enough time."
"I cannot wait to see you beg for your life."
Suddenly, Wesker disappeared from Sergei's inner consciousness.
"It can't be true that all the biological weapons have been released...I wonder if you can make it all up to me," Sergei muttered, and he sounded genuinely worried.
More coming soon!