FOR I AM THE ARCHITECT

He came as a shadow that gradually filled the doorway to the underground laboratory, Umbrella II’s employees hard at work, all scampering about – at times he wondered, were they the lab rats, rather than the ones being experimented upon…?

All led by a woman he knew so very well. A remnant of the original Umbrella, a company that remained in infamy among the pharmaceutical industry to this day – Spencer’s little brainchild had been surpassed by what its original prodigies currently operated. An establishment that had slaughtered twelve of his ‘siblings’ for his own rise…a ruthless empire built on the blood of the innocent, had been claimed since by its rightful owner. Manufactured, perhaps, but free of old chains. 

“You’ve been busy, Doctor. All work and no play is rather dull, no?”

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“ — Oh, but are you truly one to speak, Albert? ”

Before she’d even turned to face him, Dr. Arellano greeted her boss, or rather, old friend, with a tone full of familiarity. Employees scampering to and fro, their supervisor passed off the files she held before finally giving Dr. Wesker her full attention, lips pulled taut in a smile full of amusement.

“ I’d never thought of you as one to promote leisure time. We’ve all so much to get done, how could I ever think of play in good conscience? ” Jacqueline’s words are punctuated with a throaty chuckle, arms crossing against her chest — her position as the head of Umbrella II’s research department was relatively new, but she’d settled in so quickly, in such familiar surroundings.