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aweskerWho: Lisa Trevors/Albert Wesker
Where: Restored Umbrella Lab, United States
The lay out was simplistic and yet complex at the same time. Below the warehouse that acted as a front for the catacombs below. The sub-levels of the compound was where the sinister acts of the remaining Umbrella scientists which equaled out to be three of them, and several hired guards armed with assault rifles patrolling the hallways.
Then you have Albert Wesker, the man was a myth to some and a haunting memory to others. He was indeed in this very lab walking about the room where the virus was coming to fruition. All his hard work of collecting and holding samples of the viruses from around the world might have finally paid off. Heavy boots hit the ground, thud, thud, thud, as he paced around the room. His hearing keen enough to hear something if it approached, even from a good 50 yards away. He wasn't paranoid, just cautious.
Taking a long look at one the monitors to see the cell count in the Las Plagas parasite, he nodded in approval to one of the scientists. His gloved hands had fallen down to his sides to tap at the handles of dual Samurai Edge 9 mm hand guns holstered at his sides. And that is when he spoke, "Take sample one and combine it with sample 4." He was issuing orders like they were simple pawns, which in reality they were.
The blonde haired man stopped in his pacing yet again to look over the shoulders of the men at the samples of the viruses, so small they had to be watched through an enlarged screen attached to the extremely high-tech microscopes. "So far, so good.". He'd simply state.
Tapping a button on the radio's earpiece, contacting the armed guards that he'd hired for a rather large sum of money. And over the wave lengths they would hear his voice, "Guards one through 5 report." he would hear the five guards sounding off. Then another demand, "Guards six through ten report" and another resounding rom all 5 as clear. He was pleased for the time and resumed his pacing.
Where: Restored Umbrella Lab, United States
The lay out was simplistic and yet complex at the same time. Below the warehouse that acted as a front for the catacombs below. The sub-levels of the compound was where the sinister acts of the remaining Umbrella scientists which equaled out to be three of them, and several hired guards armed with assault rifles patrolling the hallways.
Then you have Albert Wesker, the man was a myth to some and a haunting memory to others. He was indeed in this very lab walking about the room where the virus was coming to fruition. All his hard work of collecting and holding samples of the viruses from around the world might have finally paid off. Heavy boots hit the ground, thud, thud, thud, as he paced around the room. His hearing keen enough to hear something if it approached, even from a good 50 yards away. He wasn't paranoid, just cautious.
Taking a long look at one the monitors to see the cell count in the Las Plagas parasite, he nodded in approval to one of the scientists. His gloved hands had fallen down to his sides to tap at the handles of dual Samurai Edge 9 mm hand guns holstered at his sides. And that is when he spoke, "Take sample one and combine it with sample 4." He was issuing orders like they were simple pawns, which in reality they were.
The blonde haired man stopped in his pacing yet again to look over the shoulders of the men at the samples of the viruses, so small they had to be watched through an enlarged screen attached to the extremely high-tech microscopes. "So far, so good.". He'd simply state.
Tapping a button on the radio's earpiece, contacting the armed guards that he'd hired for a rather large sum of money. And over the wave lengths they would hear his voice, "Guards one through 5 report." he would hear the five guards sounding off. Then another demand, "Guards six through ten report" and another resounding rom all 5 as clear. He was pleased for the time and resumed his pacing.
