Resident Evil 6 Remake Ch.03

Ch.03

Hidden, crimson, slitted eyes slid over the populace inside of the room. The hall had an old, homey feeling to it. The walls where made out of some kind of dark stained wood, and the ceiling was adorned with arches and chandeliers. His eyes squinted a bit as he cast his gaze upwards. Oh how Wesker wished he had brought his sunglasses, especially since the light reflected off of the many balloons adorning the hall seemingly directly into his eyes. On one end of the room was a stage of sorts and on the other was a staircase leading to another lobby probably. But amidst the few people gathered in the room he did recognize one in particular, and he was staring right at him. Albert Wesker locked eyes with a rather confused looking Leon S. Kennedy. A playful smirk arose to his lips as Leon’s eyes narrowed in confusion. But after a shake of his head Leon dismissed his thought and Wesker watched him return to a tense but more relaxed pose. And then a curtain rose on the stage. For once silence settled in the hall. The people currently standing went to take seats and the lights dimmed as a spotlight was shone on his target. President Adam Graham. As Wesker pulled out his seat and sat down he studied the man, his eyes running over his figure taking in every detail. The man truthfully looked rather spry for his age and his almost snow white hair. During brief intervals the light would reflect off of the spectacles that adorned his face. Adam smoothed out his light brown suit, adjusted his tie and cleared his throat. The man despite his chipper outlook seemed to contain the weight of the world and looked about ready to burst. The thought amused the bio terrorist.

As President Adam started up the standard welcome speech, Wesker turned his attention to his surroundings. Something felt … off, about the whole place. The virus, Uroboros was writhing in his veins, reacting to an approaching presence. He was only brought out of his stupor by the clapping of people around him and the lights suddenly springing back to life. Wesker let out a small hiss of annoyance at the sudden assault to his eyes. By the time his vision cleared President Graham had made his way to his seat and was happily chatting it up with a few of the other politicians at the party.

As the food was dished out Wesker kept a keen eye on the President to make sure he didn’t slither off somewhere. After all the goal was to talk with him in private or better yet find any documents he brought with him and slide in Simmons’ crimes into them, either way the competition would be eliminated and the ugly stain that was the C-Virus removed.

It had taken a few hours but Wesker saw his time come. The President was near one of the walls, talking to Leon. Wesker took this moment to politely set down his drink and stand brushing off his suit. As he strode over to the pair Leon took notice to his approach and tensed up. President Graham noticed his old friend’s posture and turned to look at the oncoming ‘threat’. Wesker watched as Adam take in his figure as he calmly strode up to them. Stopping right in front of the pair the scientist extended his hand.

“Mr. President, I must say this is quite the honor.”

President Graham took the man’s hand without hesitation and let a large smile slide onto his face.

“Oh I doubt that, people see enough of me nowadays as it is Mr…?”

President Graham left his sentence hanging for Wesker to pick up and deliver his name.

“Ah where are my manners, Stone, Aaron Stone. I’m a new teacher here.”

“Is that so? What do you teach if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Biology, room 216.”

“Ah it must be fun.”

Wesker’s pleasant smile strained a bit. This conversation was going on too long for his taste and Leon was too wound up by his presence to simply barrow Graham. He would have to weasel his file into Graham’s own later it would seem. Then his own eye caught Leon’s again. And once again that look of utter confusion seeped over him again.

“Do I know you?”

Wesker turned his attention to Leon with his eyebrows raised and his head tilted up a bit as if surprised by the question.

“Excuse me?”

“You seem familiar, do I know you?”

Wesker was entering dangerous waters here and would have to use his silver tongue to his full advantage if he wanted to get out unscathed, after all Kennedy probably has seen a file or two with his face on it.

“I can’t say I know you so probably not. But while we are on that subject, who may I ask are you?”

“That’s not of concern. I was simply curious is all.”

Wesker inwardly grimaced at Leon’s deflection of his question and with it a change in subject.

“Now Leon this isn’t an interrogation. Now do me a favor and try to loosen up. I need to go to my room to prepare my speech on Raccoon.”

Leon’s expression turned grim and he nodded as Adam left their company. Wesker took this opportunity to turn to Leon and ask about what was just said.

“Raccoon? As in the former city?”

Leon gave a tight grim nod.

“Yea, the President plans on revealing some information about it that’s not exactly on record.”

Wesker nodded slipping his hands into his pants pockets looking as if he was in deep thought.

“Oh I see.”

The small quiet moment was broken however when a hissing sound was heard. Wesker looked around quickly to see a blue smoke slipping up from under the doors in the room. Almost as if on instinct both Leon and Wesker held their breaths as the people around them started to flee the hall. Leon rushed up the staircase after where President Adam went and Wesker dashed after him. As Leon threw the door open he was greeted by rolling blue mist. Leon recoiled immediately shutting the door before reaching around in his coat. After a few second of fishing he pulled out a small air filter system similar to that of the mouth piece of a diver’s gear, before looking up questioningly at Wesker.

“Shouldn’t you be getting to safety?”

“I haven’t been completely honest with you Leon.”

Leon twitched a bit tensing and reaching one hand for his gun.

“Hold, I am with Terrasave.”

Wesker reached into his jacket and pulled out a fake Terrasave ID card. He had planned on showing that to Graham as a last resort in order to curry favor with him should his initial plan have failed. Leon snatched the card looking it over before looking back up at Wesker.

“I’ll ask you later why you’re here Agent Stone. For now we have a President to save.”

Giving Wesker one of his respirators and drawing his gun Leon ran into the smoke filled hallway. Wesker reached into his coat and drew his Desert Eagles from his dual shoulder holsters and followed the agent into the abyss.

Both men had entered what appeared to be a lounge. It had that same almost mansion feel as the hall but even more so now that there where potted plants and chairs to make it feel like even more of a room than some extravagant college. Leon and Wesker each circled around the leather sofas that sat smack dab in the middle of the room. As Wesker took the right side he was greeted with a small hallway. He paused for a moment for Leon to finish his round on the other side of the room. As Leon made his way over the dissipating veil of blue fog he nodded his head in the direction of the hall and Wesker returned a small nod. Both men walked slowly down the hallway weapons at the ready in the event the ones who did this happened to have popped up. As they made their way past an elevator they were presented with two doors. Wesker nodded to the door on the left, he sensed something alive in there. Leon looked at him questioningly for a moment before a small noise like a sigh or sniffle caught his attention and reaffirming his faith in ‘Agent Stone’. Both men leaned against the wall outside the door, guns at the ready. On the mental count of three Wesker lashed his foot forward and broke the wooden thing in and rushed into the room magnums at the ready.


To be continued