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[wentviral]

What a very unfortunate turn of events.

[ Whatever room Wesker is in, it's very dark, and hard to tell where in the underground compound he's hiding out in. It's almost impossible to see him, except for a vague outline. Wesker moves a bit, and soon, the lights turn on, his back facing the camera.

It's obvious where he is, now. The infirmary. He's pulling a syringe out of his arm, but it's not his medication; it appears to be full of his own blood. Capping the needle and swabbing his arm with an alcohol swab real quick, he lowers his own sleeve, not even bothering to put a bandage on it; it's just going to heal on its own, after all. ]

I'm rather interested in these 'Masked' I've read about. Their recent attack was very bold. I believe it is time to retaliate... don't you?

[ Wesker places the vial of his blood into a specialized container marked with a biohazard symbol, and faces the screen. ]

Where might I find a science laboratory? If they wish to fight on such a scale, I will be more than happy to oblige them.

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[trustycrowbar]

I was hoping you'd be a little more forthcoming. That way I don't have to play twenty questions, and you don't have to look like a tool. But you want to play it that way Neo, then fine. There are two ways I can think of to weaponry biotech off the top of my head, and those are genetic manipulation and pestilent bioweaponry.

Now. Which is it? [Beat.] Oh for chrissakes, it's both isn't it? Some kind of bacterial-vector lysozomic shit that leaves those who contract it looking like they just crawled out of a radioactive sludge pile.

[wentviral]

[ Wesker listened with increasing amusement, but frowned when he got to 'bacterial.' ]

I was just starting to think you onto it. No. Viral. The ability to rewrite the genetic code itself, while constantly mutating into different strains.

[trustycrowbar]

[Hey, it was damn close for someone that isn't even a biologist.]

And you're thinking about just releasing this onto the mainland and hoping it targets the soldiers and then obediently goes extinct...?

[wentviral]

Of course not. No virus ever goes completely extinct. They are the epitome of nature's ability and necessity to evolve.

What I require is a sample of the United Earth's ability to modify their own genes. When I find out for myself, I'll create a special strain, just for them.

[trustycrowbar]

You mean those soldier-clones we saw before.

...what guarantee do you have that the strain won't mutate and infect absolutely everything else? You said yourself; they're the epitome of survival and prone to mutation.

[wentviral]

I don't have one, and frankly, I don't care. Thankfully, they become little more than mindless husks, whose instincts are only to spread the virus to United Earth and Exsilium citizen alike. They'd be tied up for months while I plan my next move.

[trustycrowbar]

...Zombies. You're talking about a mutagenic zombie-virus. Oh sure, that sounds like JUST the thing we need. We already have mutant animals, a totalitarian government, little food, less clean water, mass paranoia, a generally fucked government infrastructure--why not? Let's add a freakin' zombie apocalypse on top of that!

Hell. No.

[wentviral]

Not even if it's in their territory? My. How boringly pacifist.

[ As if he really wants your permission anyway, Gordon. ]

[trustycrowbar]

Oh, I'm no pacifist. If I see just one of those things shambling around I'm blowing its damn head off, and then I'm coming to pay you a little visit. [Pretty big talk, for someone that looks like a math professor.] I already had to deal with this sort of thing once, I've seen the kind of hell it can make, and I do NOT intend to let it happen again.

[wentviral]

I've heard that before, several times. You'll have to do better than that to threaten me.

[ With one last smirk, the feed ends. ]