Albert Wesker sat in the surveillance room, his eyes glued to one screen as he watched a small S.T.A.R.S. rookie and a convicted killer take a horrific tour of the training facility. Wesker's colleague and scientist, William Birkin, stood beside him, the side of his mouth twitching with paranoia. The man was on the edge, all because of his obsession over his work, his life, what he called the G-Virus. They watched the screens in silence for a while, both of their minds full of the strange man with the leeches. Finally, Birkin broke the silence. "You want to leave, don't you?" Wesker stared on through his sunglasses. "William, I've spent too many years here all for the benefit of this company." He finally turned and looked up at Birkin. "Do you remember my daughter, William?" Birkin shook his head. "Albert, she wasn't really your daughter." "Blood doesn't matter to me. They used her for their games. It disgusted me. I can't sit around another year watching as useless people are used as pawns." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The faint sound of something hitting steel over and over again echoed throughout the labyrinth of pipes and murky water beneath Raccoon City. S.T.A.R.S. rookie, Aaron Lexing stepped carefully along the narrow walk that ran along the water, his gun held in front of him. The captain of the team, Rain as they all called her, walked in front of him, her steps far more silent than his. How she even carried that abnormally huge rocket launcher on her shoulder and managed to stay silent, Aaron had no clue. He had never even seen another weapon like it; he wondered where she got it from. Besides, Rain was only five-three in height, and weighed about one-ten. It was ridiculous, but she was his superior, so he never questioned it. Rain suddenly turned, interrupting Aaron's thoughts. "Shh." She scolded, glaring down at his shuffling feet. She then made eye contact with him, and again Aaron swore he saw that tint of red in her uncovered left eye. It was naturally a vivid blue, but he had always seen something…more. However, bandages always covered the other eye, and he had never seen what the problem with it was. Aaron gave Rain a nod as a silent apology and watched as she turned and aimed her huge weapon into the darkness ahead of them. She pulled her sunglasses down over her eyes and fired her weapon, and Aaron tried not to cringe at the explosion. Rain pointed down at the water just as red flowed down towards them. Blood. Aaron also noticed that the steel echo had ceased. "It was just an infected beating itself up." Rain said softly, answering Aaron's thoughts. He hated when she did that. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rain sat slumped against the station wall, staring up at the flickering ceiling light. Jessen, the team mechanic stepped over the papers that had slid off Rain's desk and sat beside her. "What's up?" Rain shook her head, her black and pink hair falling against her bandaged eye. "I still think Aaron is afraid of me." Jessen laughed aloud. "Rain, you're the captain of this team, he should be." He caught the angry look in her eyes, and quickly reassured her. "Look, you're a great girl, you've got spunk and you're a hell of a lot tougher than I am. That's why we follow your orders." He shook his head. "You're pretty damn mysterious, though, wish you would tell us more about yourself. Maybe that would make it easier for Lexing to work with you." Rain wanted to glare at Jessen, but she didn't. He was right, and he was the only one she could consider a real friend on the team. "There isn't much to tell, you asked me before, and you're getting the same old answer. I don't have family left, and I don't remember a whole lot of my childhood. It's no big deal." Jessen smiled his notorious half-smile. "Whatever. Go get some rest, we've got a lot of work to handle tomorrow, Captain." ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Rain squeezed her pillow a few times, trying to get it to feel just right. She finally let her head fall heavily against it and closed her eyes tightly. Immediately, those stray memories flooded her head. The statue that had held so much power in its image, the plaque below it. I am the king of all I survey: no creature can escape my grasp. The tiger. Then, his face came into her mind again, and she felt feelings flooding her heart. She loved him like a child should love their father. What was his name again, what did those men in the white coats call him? Those men with the red and white pins and those nametags she hadn't been tall enough to see… Rain fell asleep while struggling to remember. She dreamed of a sickness. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Renee awoke to the overhead fluorescents flickering on. She sat upright and calmly straightened her long, golden hair. "Yes, Wesker?" She addressed him with a cool tone, standing and turning to watch his reaction. The way he kept himself composed always gave her the chills, but she couldn't help but like the man. He was intelligent, and there was always something in his eyes. Renee couldn't help but think he had something planned for the world. Wesker smiled his crooked smile. He was still wearing his sunglasses, but Renee could feel his eyes just as well. "Renee, in what direction is this project heading?" "Rain, sir?" Renee smiled, her dark blue eyes flashing with pride. "She is doing very well, her strength continues to grow rapidly." She turned, glancing at her computer screen, which was airing a live feed of a surveillance system the corporation had planted in the S.T.A.R.S. headquarters. Renee frowned as she saw Rain sitting at her desk, looking upset. She reluctantly looked back to Wesker. "However, I think she is growing impatient, and her team is becoming suspicious." "No matter, we could have her killing them at any moment we wish. Maintain your composure, and don't screw this up." With that, Albert Wesker turned and left the lab, leaving Renee with a headache. "Self-righteous bastard. But he is handsome." Renee shook her head, taking a seat to try and focus on her work.