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Prologue

William Birken jogged down the long hallway, sweat beaded on his white forehead, his pale expression showing weary tiredness. He brushed his blond hair, damp with sweat, from his face and let out a sigh of relief as the door he wanted came into view when he rounded a corner. Stopping in front of the door, Birken bent his knees and placed his elbows on them for a few seconds as his breath came back to him. He straightened up and pulled an ID card from the pocket in his lab coat.

God, why am I forced to run everywhere nowadays? I’m a scientist, not some Olympic runner! Birken thought as he slid the card into the reader and was chilled by the hydraulic air that rushed out from beneath it as it slid up into the frame. He pocketed the card and went inside, the door shutting behind him.

“Ah!” an overly cheerful voice rang out as Birken’s eyes adjusted to the dark room. “Its good to see you didn’t get eaten by your colleagues.”
“Yes well, I did get my exercise.” Bastard, who does he think he is? This not the time to crack jokes! “So Albert, did you get the necessary data?” Birken eyed his old friend, waiting for an answer. Albert Wesker turned away,
“Yes Birken, your precious virus data is safely in this file.” A loud clap sound was heard as a manila folder, filled to the brim with an assortment of papers, hit the metal control panel. The soft glow of the security camera feeds shown on Birken’s face as his hands itched for the folder.
“S-so was their any trouble?” Birken asked, trying to break the uneasy silence.
“More or less, I ran into that bitch from technical research, a fine time I had putting a bullet in her head…” Wesker said smoothly as he continued to tap buttons on the control panel. Static would flash every once in awhile as the video feeds switched to a new corridor, the walking dead filling the halls.

“This is the end of Umbrella…” Birken said in a low voice as he watched a screen. Two men were busy feasting on the dead corpse of a woman in the staff cafeteria, the irony was sickening.
“No…” Wesker started. “No its not. The pharmaceutical giant known as Umbrella won’t end with this. They own the whole forest and practically half the city. A few dollars in the right pockets and this whole thing will be forgotten. Up in a plum of smoke…” Wesker punched a last button and a count down appeared on the screen. Bright neon green numbers counted down form an hour. Wesker grabbed the manila folder and walked past Birken, slapping the folder in the dumbfounded man’s arms. “Mission complete, let’s go Birken…”

Birken clutched the folder with a tight grip. Annette had always hated Wesker, and now he was beginning to understand why.

Description
Prologue

William Birken jogged down the long hallway, sweat beaded on his white forehead, his pale expression showing weary tiredness. He brushed his blond hair, damp with sweat, from his face and let out a sigh of relief as the door he wanted came into view when he rounded a corner. Stopping in front of the door, Birken bent his knees and placed his elbows on them for a few seconds as his breath came back to him. He straightened up and pulled an ID card from the pocket in his lab coat.

God, why am I forced to run everywhere nowadays? I’m a scientist, not some Olympic runner! Birken thought as he slid the card into the reader and was chilled by the hydraulic air that rushed out from beneath it as it slid up into the frame. He pocketed the card and went inside, the door shutting behind him.

“Ah!” an overly cheerful voice rang out as Birken’s eyes adjusted to the dark room. “Its good to see you didn’t get eaten by your colleagues.”
“Yes well, I did get my exercise.” Bastard, who does he think he is? This not the time to crack jokes! “So Albert, did you get the necessary data?” Birken eyed his old friend, waiting for an answer. Albert Wesker turned away,
“Yes Birken, your precious virus data is safely in this file.” A loud clap sound was heard as a manila folder, filled to the brim with an assortment of papers, hit the metal control panel. The soft glow of the security camera feeds shown on Birken’s face as his hands itched for the folder.
“S-so was their any trouble?” Birken asked, trying to break the uneasy silence.
“More or less, I ran into that bitch from technical research, a fine time I had putting a bullet in her head…” Wesker said smoothly as he continued to tap buttons on the control panel. Static would flash every once in awhile as the video feeds switched to a new corridor, the walking dead filling the halls.

“This is the end of Umbrella…” Birken said in a low voice as he watched a screen. Two men were busy feasting on the dead corpse of a woman in the staff cafeteria, the irony was sickening.
“No…” Wesker started. “No its not. The pharmaceutical giant known as Umbrella won’t end with this. They own the whole forest and practically half the city. A few dollars in the right pockets and this whole thing will be forgotten. Up in a plum of smoke…” Wesker punched a last button and a count down appeared on the screen. Bright neon green numbers counted down form an hour. Wesker grabbed the manila folder and walked past Birken, slapping the folder in the dumbfounded man’s arms. “Mission complete, let’s go Birken…”

Birken clutched the folder with a tight grip. Annette had always hated Wesker, and now he was beginning to understand why.