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Umbrella Pharmaceuticals - Chapter 62

Summary:

Albert Wesker becomes captain of the STARS. Alexia Ashford and William Birkin begin development of a new virus for Oswell E. Spencer.

1

Brian Irons cleared his throat as he entered the meeting room. Those present crowded in a circle around the chief of police.

“Gentlemen, meet Albert Wesker,” said Irons with a blond man at his back.

The blond man stood to his full height.

“Pleased to meet you,” he said succinctly.

“Wesker has been elected captain of the S.T.A.R.S. Alpha team. Wesker has a military background and has worked as security chief in the private sector. Behave and obey his orders as if he were your father.”

The assistants looked at him curiously. Albert looked at them with cautious indifference.

“Wesker, meet the members of Alpha team: Jill Valentine, Barry Burton, Chris Redfield, Joseph Frost and Brad Vickers. And the members of Bravo Team: Captain Enrico Marini, Richard Aiken, Kenneth J. Sullivan, Forest Speyer, Edward Deway, Kevin Dooley and Rebecca Chambers.”

Albert nodded to them all and shook their hands.

“With this, both teams are complete. We expect routine operations to begin next week. Until then, stay tuned.”

He was doing this as a personal favour to Spencer.

Spencer asked him frankly: the chaos unleashed by Alexia Ashford and William Birkin in Raccoon City had prompted heightened security in the county, and the arrival of a flood of curious onlookers roaming the city to uncover the perpetrators of the most horrific attack on American soil to date.

One of these reinforcements emerged by federal order at the Raccoon City police station: the STARS, a special operations SWAT team. The problem was not the RPD, but that this kind of special teams became fashionable and served as a precedent for the organisation of new ones. And the larger the police force in Raccoon City, the greater the likelihood that one of them, for whatever reason, would discover something they shouldn't have.

Umbrella concentrated its most successful projects in that city, and Spencer had invested a great deal of capital in making it that way; so, he was not happy about being undermined.

Albert agreed because Spencer, his target, had asked him in person. He saw him again: a sickly, badly aged old man, who had lost none of the fire in his mischievous gaze.

Spencer had a plan, but he wouldn't tell him. He probably hadn't told anyone.

In any case, he didn't care because he had accomplished his main objective.

Now he had to find out what that plan was.

2

“Alfred.” His fiancée called out to him in Dutch from the balcony. “Why aren't you coming? What are you doing?”

Alfred got up from the armchair where he had been talking on the phone. He went out onto the balcony, where he hugged his fiancée's hip.

“I'm sorry, darling. I was on the phone.” Alfred kissed Liv's neck.

The breeze off the Mediterranean Sea ruffled her hair so that Alfred ended up with a lock of it in his mouth. He slapped it away, a gesture that amused Liv, and for which she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Who was that?” Liv asked, leaning against Alfred's shoulder.

“My father.”

“And what did he want?”

“We have to push back our wedding date.”

Liv raised her eyebrows and looked at Alfred in simultaneous surprise and sympathy.

“Why? What's wrong?”

Alfred hugged Liv and kissed her on the head.

“He wants me to be by his side in Edonia to accomplish our mission,” Alfred whispered contentedly.

Liv increased the strength of her embrace.

“It's all right. Just come home, okay? I love you.”

Alfred stroked her back.

“Promise me you'll always be by my side,” Liv murmured.

“I never break a promise,” Alfred replied.

3

Simmons passed him a clipboard with the latest NATO report.

“We're in position, sir.”

Alexander handed the clipboard back. He had dressed in half a military uniform for the occasion.

His father's dream.

Alexander readjusted his flak jacket and walked over to the board with information on NATO troop positions and rebel army areas.

A Western-funded coup had provoked a civil war in the country to depose the government elected after the dissolution of the Soviet Union. In exchange for its participation and Umbrella's involvement, it had been promised the privilege of enjoying a monopoly when its reconstruction began. However, that was a secondary benefit.

He had come in person to witness the realisation of his father's dream, and he wanted his son to accompany him to share in the realisation of that dream.

The biological weapons were ready to be deployed and to fulfil Alexander's defined objective: total annihilation.

The country would burn to the ground, and so the Ashfords, the Stuarts, would manifest their might: with death and fear, just as their ancestors had done.

And, of course, without the danger of mutually assured destruction.

4

He curled up on the mattress thrown on the floor that served as his bed. Packages of ready-made food clumped around him, and the television had long since ceased to broadcast anything that was static.

He had disappeared.

He had cancelled himself out after that.

The Incident, as he called it, had wiped him out inside, and he decided it was best to disappear for good.

He was a monster.

That was what he had never wanted to admit: that he was a monster. For this reason, he would never be reunited with his family.

He would never see Sherry again.

It became clear to him when he was with the twins in Scotland, after the Incident. The shrinks were honest with him: he was a sociopath. He was a dangerous individual, full of hatred and contempt for human life.

He believed he was a good, functioning citizen, but that was a lie.

You took the job, Alexia's voice sounded in the distance. No one forced you to do what you did.

She was right.

No one forced him, and that's why he was a despicable being.

A monster.

He didn't want to go back to Umbrella.

He didn't want to exist anymore.

He was a parody, a shadow of his former self.

His parents would have forgotten him, if he really had parents.

Wood creaked.

Footsteps.

William didn't bother to raise his head or move. He didn't feel like doing anything.

Whoever it was, he hoped it would put him out of his misery.

“William.”

William shivered. That voice.

Alexia.

Alexia sat in a lone cheap chair she'd picked up from a corner. Alexia's neat, regal appearance contrasted with William's grimy decadence.

“William. I need you.”

William sank his head into the pillow, pretending not to hear her words.

“William. I promised Spencer that you and I would develop a virus just for him.”

“You can do it on your own...”

“No. I need you. It'll be the best virus ever developed with the Progenitor. We'll use Spencer as a test subject.”

William sank his head further into the pillow. He didn't answer.

“Our latest project at Umbrella,” Alexia continued.

William pushed himself off the pillow to breathe normally.

“I'm not going back,” William said.

“You want to,” Alexia said. “I know you do.”

“I don't...”

“Spencer is planning his departure from Umbrella. The virus in exchange for a mutually beneficial exit. My father would take over management of the corporation. Spencer would step down to stay on as owner. Both would step down as chairman and CEO. My father and Spencer have offered me to be the new CEO, but I have no desire to remain at Umbrella.”

William curled up on the mattress.

“I'm going to start my own company, and I want you to join me,” Alexia said.

William's hair stood up.

“No limits. No superiors. Just you and me in front of the world.”

William remembered the penthouse of the skyscraper. Alexia pressed the button without the slightest sign of disturbance or regret. He missed the shot on purpose.

“What do you want from me?”

“To possess you.”

William was unable to discern whether Alexia had actually said that or dreamt it. William sat up on the mattress.

“What does Spencer want...”

“To be a god.”

“God...”

“A biological weapon. A superman.”

“How do the X-Men...”

Alexia handed him a folded piece of paper.

“Monday at five o'clock at that address.”

Alexia got up from her chair and left. William unfolded the paper: Raccoon City Underground Laboratory.

5

“What will your company be called?” Alfred asked.

“I don't know.”

“Can I be the one to name it?”

Alexia shrugged.

“I'll see what I can come up with.” Alfred stroked his sister's thigh affectionately. “I'm so happy for you. After all you've been through, you're finally happy.”

Alexia stroked Alfred's hand.

“I'm not sure if it's happiness, but I don't feel so... so lost.”

“It is. I'm sure it is.”

“I've gone to get William. I'll see him at the lab next week.”

Alfred looked serious.

“Are you really going to do that favour for Oswell?”

“Yes. It'll be a first step.”

“And then what?”

“I don't know. I can't predict what will happen, Alfred.”

“I don't believe you.”

Alexia sighed.

“I don't know,” she repeated.

“Don't leave me.”

Alfred and Alexia looked at each other.

“I won't,” Alexia replied.

6

She felt like Gregory Samsa on the worst day of his life. In a handful of days, in a very few years, she had gone from being the heiress of a wealthy American rancher to the legitimate daughter of the world's first billionaire.

Alexandra Spencer.

Her British passport, obtained by Spencer as a personal favour to Anthony Campbell, made her giddy. She was unprepared, she told herself, but her actions said otherwise.

She had become her biological father's right-hand woman, and she felt unpleasantly overwhelmed and unstoppable. That was power, real power. Yet she couldn't help feeling strange, as if she herself was her own stranger.

She compensated for this inconsistency by fixating on her father, who had begun to be strangely friendly with his bastard daughter.

Oswell told her of his plan.

And she felt the power again, the real power.

But first, she had to plan her father's resignation and his agreement with Alexia. Alexander accepted Spencer's word without buts: the two men had tacitly agreed that this was the end of their long and individually fruitful partnership. What Spencer did with the virus developed by Alexia was none of his business; once the partnership was broken, it would be as if the two families had never worked together.

Oswell trusted his daughter, and it was that trust that she used as a guide.

But how long, and how long would she trust Oswell? And what about the virus? Would it be possible to use the Progenitor virus to become a god?

Would metamorphosis be possible?

7

Oswell signed the final memorandum detailing his plan for the last five years of the last decade of the 20th century.

The goal was clear: maximise Umbrella's profits to retire in style. His strategy: war, cost-cutting and exponentially increasing productivity.

He would retire as the greatest man on Earth before embarking on his new journey.

Alexander would not stand in the way. He owed it to him.

Spencer held up a photo: Edward Ashford, James Marcus and himself posing at the Ndipaya shrine.

“I'll see you in the Beyond.”

He tossed the photograph into the flames of the fireplace.

[hanasnx]

ok, take this with a grain of salt bcs i don’t know much about him 😖but naoya’s definitely into anal. he’s saying he’s gonna fuck the shit out of your pussy, maybe bruise your cervix to the point you can’t even move, but then he’s flipping you over yanking your ass in the air, spitting directly onto your puckered hole, rubbing his calloused thumb over the sensitive skin. he didn't bother with any real preparation, only sparing a moment to spit again before sliding the blunt head of his thick cock in. because who the fuck was he to make everything feel good for you? this is all for him, ur just a body with two holes to satisfy him. "mm, tight as hell," he grunted, pressing your face into the sheets as he sank in to the hilt. "might be better than that slutty pussy. don’t know for sure though, can’t knock you up this way— but we can try, yeah? Yeah, we can fucking try.” - 🧃

"ok, take this with a grain of salt bcs i don’t know much about him" dewai it babe idk jack about him tbh which is rare for me

"naoya’s definitely into anal" and then you come out with the realest sentence ever

"he’s flipping you over yanking your ass in the air, spitting directly onto your puckered hole, rubbing his calloused thumb over the sensitive skin" god. god god god please please godddd the callused thumb got me

"he didn't bother with any real preparation, only sparing a moment to spit again before sliding the blunt head of his thick cock in. because who the fuck was he to make everything feel good for you? this is all for him, ur just a body with two holes to satisfy him." shut the fuck up. my god. this is so real and so important to me

"mm, tight as hell," wish u could feel the way my body reacted to this sentence

""might be better than that slutty pussy. don’t know for sure though, can’t knock you up this way— but we can try, yeah? Yeah, we can fucking try.”" oh my Fucking god. "slutty pussy"??? "cant knock you up this way"???? "but we can try yea"????? juicy this is an attempt on my life. my brows are all the way up, my jaw all the way down. you have me shocked you have me floored. im bowing rn idk what else to do. im moaning over here

another banger from juicebox anon everyone clap

[emetkoto]

if you ever read my lore and are confused about the little vampire girl mimi dw about it. dont even worry about it. dewai tbh. its the most cringe part of halsinkotostarions lore do not even WORRY about it

[pochaunnuswalker]

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[mspbandj]

my hot take on this is if you live in a city with writers strikes and have the time and ability to do so, then you should go down there too and support them. Take a sign, make it clear that you are a consumer supporting the writers who entertain you. Show the corporate assholes exactly whos side youre on, coz you know they are trying to pit you against the writers by saying "UwU sowee we have to cancew/deway your favouwite shows becawse of the nasty, selfish writers!"

absolutely fuck that. go support the picket lines if you can. show the corporations that they need to shape up, and show the writers that you appreciate them and their hard work ✊

The big discourse on twitter right now is that writers going on strike or cancelling their own series are breaking an invisible “contract” they made with their fans and all creators owe their fans a satisfying conclusion to their stories. Actually all fans owe all creators for entertaining them and if a creator says “I don’t want to perform this labor anymore,” then regardless of the cliffhanger that leaves you with, your only response should be “take care! Thank you for all your hard work!!!” :)

[argleblarg]

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[mahayanapilgrim]

Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche in the past left pic and Dilgo Khyentse Yangsi Rinpoche at the present right pic.

" Reincarnation reminds us that our actions in this life have consequences

In future lives.

" Through reincarnation, we learn the importance of campassion, forgiveness, and love for all beings.

• Dilgo Khyentse Yangsi Rinpoche is the incarnation of Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche who passed away in 1991 at the age of 81.

Khyentse Yangsi Rinpoche was born in Nepal on June 30,1993. When Khyentse Rinpoche passed away, his close students requested Trulshik Rinpoche, his most senior and accomplished disciple, to find his incarnation. He had numerous dreams and visions that clearly indicated the identity of the incarnation. He was the son of Tsikey Chogling Rinpoche Mingyur Dewai Dorje, the third embodiment of Chogyur Dechen Lingpa, (himself the son of Tulku Ugyen Rinpoche), and Dechen Paldron.

His Holiness the Dalai Lama confirmed that this child was the tulku or reincarnation of Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche. In December 1995, Trulshik Rinpoche performed the ceremony of offering a name (Ugyen Tenzin Jigme Lhundrup), and robes to the young tulku. His actual enthronement took place at Shechen Tennyi Dargyeling Monastery in Nepal in December 1996 and was attended by thousands of students from all over the world.

Khyentse Yangsi Rinpoche was educated in the quiet of Bhutan under the guidance of Rabjam Rinpoche. He is studying a complete Shedra (nine-year philosophical college course) in Bhutan tutored by Khenpo Yeshe Gyaltsen.

He is also receiving the teachings and empowerments that his predecessor held. Every year he travels to Nepal for the Tibetan New Year partake in the annual ceremonies at Shechen Monastery. In Bhutan he also officiates in a number of drupchens (10-day ceremonies) as did his predecessor. He is a very compassionate and kind young teacher who has a deep commitment and sense of caring for the future of Buddhism. He speaks perfect English and is the acting abbot of the monasteries and nunnery while Rabjam Rinpoche is in extended retreat.

[prameethsd]

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whenever i add a note to an assignment submission that is apologizing for something for whatever reason, im not actually apologizing. what i am in fact trying to do is project the visual of the saddest, wettest, most pathetic man possible directly into my professors head, effectively going "if you give me a bad grade this is who youre giving a bad grade to" in an attempt to garner pity

[coldtonic]

[gaydelgard]

anybody have that post that "while gay" comes from

[scp035real]

*ties deway on a chair and sets some baby dolls in a circul well playing i'm a barbie girl*

demon barbies:"IM A BARBIE GIRL IN A BARBIE WORRLLDD"

Deway:*intense muffled screaming*

[wabitham]

This is so wonderfully and thoroughly thought out 😫 Down to the core reason of how and why Amber and Tara bonded so well. It is quite brutal to think that Tara knew Amber chased almost all others away except for that one very exclusive circle of friends but Tara still went with it and let Amber be because hey, she'd rather have one person fuss over her at all time than a bunch of ppl who just come and go. And Amber when she needed to ask for a pet dog no more 😬 But it fits, it fits so much to their narrative and their canon characteristics. If you put it this way, Amber was truly disturbed when Mindy implied Tara being the first and could still die. Because she did intend to let Tara live all along, Tara was unfortunately the collateral damage that she had to accept if she wanted to completely get Sam out of the picture. I would not say this is love, but perhaps to Amber it was, in a twisted way that she did (the simultaneous pride and irritation when Tara fought back). She did what she thought was the best for Tara.

Oh and Richie pried but Sam was too drunk she forgot she even talked to someone about Tara at all. Almost whenever she wasn't clouded by the haze of substances, she thought about Tara (did she do well at school now, did Christina spend more time with Tara now that she was gone, how was her health, did she grow taller and bigger, and surprisingly, after 5 years she didn't grow much and that only added to the immense pain and guilt because oh fuck she was extra small on that bed and how could her frail body go through that (oh gosh I digress)). But she could not bring herself to find out about her sister through any sources or even talk about her to anyone because it would be too much. If she let the gates open, she would be tempted to go and see her but that would risk hurting her too. So she resolutely would not talk to anyone about her baby sister (as far as she recalled). And when Deway asked Sam about Richie, no, he never expressed any interest in Woodsboro, yes, we talked about our fathers but he didn't push any farther then she allowed. But after it all came down, something reminded her of the few drunk moments she had with him, and oh, oh but he did ask about Tara and she did talk to him about her. The memory was still very vague she can not remember what she had shared specifically but she knew for sure he asked first and she answered. But does it even matter who initiated because she did talk to him about Tara and ultimately let him use her as a bait. That day she didn't know if she wanted to give Tara some distance away from this mess of a big sister or extra hugs because the guilt was eating her up so bad. Tara sensed her predicament somehow, or maybe she needed it too and Tara gave Sam some extra hugs that day.

@wabitham For you I will try and think about Amber and Tara. I started writing this and then you posted this, and I gotta say I agree with what you've written.

I decided to put a read more for a ramble, and add a summary of Amber and her relationship with Tara up here.

Amber is protective and possessive: once she determines she wants something or that something is hers, it's hers. Tara is one of those somethings.

Amber hates Sam because Tara still loves her despite hurting her, when Amber is the one who has been there for her.

Amber becomes Tara's person once Sam leaves. She pretty much relies on Amber for her entire emotional fulfilment, and Amber loves the feeling of power it gives her.

Amber has never been a people person, but she knows the world is easier with connections, and that it makes Tara happy, so hence the friendship group she associates with.

The year after her dad leaves is super hard on Tara, she ends up getting held back a year, much to her frustration. She was already older than her classmates, and now she's even older. Not to mention the embarrassment of being held back, of everyone whispering about you and staring at you all the time. It's like everyone knew what was going on in her life except her.

Amber has always been studious & mature for her age; she's at the top of her classes. When Tara is put into her grade, Amber is asked to help her assimilate back into the school environment and help her with her classwork. Everyone knows that they're already familiar with one another, and it's expected that that's what Tara needs in these trying times, a familiar face.

Amber doesn't think much of Tara at first, she doesn't really think much of anyone. People are just annoyances she has to deal with. She likes that Tara does what she says, even though she's older and people let her get away with things they wouldn't let others get away with. She's used that to her advantage sometimes, Tara would do anything for a smile and a compliment, Amber realises. She stops demanding her parents get her dog a month after being saddled with Tara.

It's just after Christmas, 4 months after receiving the role of Tara's tutor and buddy when The Incident happens and Amber begins to see Tara in a whole new light. She realises there's an anger inside of her, just like Amber, and it feels important to the girl somehow. She decides that Tara is no longer an obligation, she's hers.

So Amber becomes protective, possessive some (their friendship group) might say. Tara doesn't mind, so the others only grumble about it jokingly.

Amber hates Sam. Sam doesn't deserve the love and adoration her Tara heaps on her. Amber is the one who's always there, who sees her sadness and her tears. Amber is the one to hold her hand and cheer her up and help her with her school work and scare away the bullies. Sam is too busy getting drunk and fucking her way through every teenage boy in Woodsboro.

And Tara? She's needy. She's emotional and weak and she didn't realise how much she needed her sister until she wasn't really there any more. Then the world sends her Amber. Amber who couldn't stand her at first; carrying a dismissiveness that reminds her of her own mother. But it didn't matter, because she let Tara tag along and come home with her after school and she helped her with her homework even though it had to be frustrating for her sometimes. Tara just didn't want to be alone.

Skipping forward.

Sam leaves and Amber is all Tara has. She has her other friends sure, but they don't know her like Amber... or Sam. They don't fill her with comfort and radiate safety, they don't protect her like them. They don't love her like them. But Sam left and so she clings to Amber, and Amber doesn't push her away. She revels in it. Tara adores her and she takes advantage of it, curious; Tara's not unwilling, embarrassed, to curious to learn, to practise. She doesn't date though, Amber won't have that, she scares anyone who might try away. Amber doesn't share.

Years pass. She moves into the old Macher house. She develops a new obsession. She remembers the little secret Tara's mother once revealed to her. It consumes her. She speaks to people online about it, to others just like her who share her passion and her thoughts. She can't speak about things like this with Tara, Tara's too sensitive, Tara likes characters and stories and happy endings. They don't share this love.

She meets Richie. She let's it slip that she knows Billy Loomis' daughter. He makes a suggestion, she makes a suggestion. Before they know it they've got a plan and they've committed to carrying it out.

Amber pries when Tara's half asleep: have you talked to Sam lately? Do you ever wonder where she ended up, what she's been doing? Does she ever plan to come home? Tara reveals she knows where Sam is, she's been stalking her social media ever since she left, she never reaches out (if Sam wanted her in her life she would contact her, she would come home, Tara thinks). That's a surprise to Amber. Tara's never kept a secret from her. Of course it would be Sam's fault.

She tells Richie, and he begins his part of the plan. It takes him 2 months before Sam will even give him the time of day, another 2 before she ever opens up to him. They bond over shitty families and legacies left behind by their fathers and being disappointments, both of them skirting around the details. Until one day he catches Sam on Instagram, looking at a specific account. She reveals she has a little sister. He waits until she's drunk next, to bring up her little sister. He pries, and she talks about the little sister she loves so much who she abandoned. How much Tara must hate her. He asks if she would ever go back - not a chance - not even for your little sister? I would do anything for her. Even go back? Even go back.

It hurt Amber, doing what she did to Tara. But it had to be done. It irritates her and fills her with pride in equal measure when she fights back. Unfortunately, it means she gets a little more hurt than she intended. She shouldn't have fought back if she didn't want her leg broken. This was about Sam.

"This will all be over soon," she says as closes the cupboard door. She could convince Tara to keep her mouth shut, to say it was the robed and masked figure who tied her up and locked her away, that she didn't know who the Ghostfaces were. After all, once Sam is gone, Amber really will be the only one she has. But first Tara has to see. She wants her to see, to know she's all she has left. Tara's a good girl, she'll do as she's told.

It wasn't supposed to go down like this. Sam wasn't supposed to untie her.

Fuck Sam Carpenter.

[sassymullet]

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[smexydahedgehog]

This is what I want to do to every fucking Tuesday that makes me get up before 7 am and have to deal with morning traffic, just so I can do 1st-year calculus for an hour :( and it's gonna get worse next year (also, I need to start posting more memes, so here's a start to that. Yay.)