#Spencer Mansion East Wing

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The Spencer Mansion's East Wing in Resident Evil: Directors Cut (1997)

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Left :  Resident Evil  (1996, french PC version)

Right :  Resident Evil  (2002 Remake, PC version, remastered)

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Umbrella Pharmaceuticals - Chapter 5

Numerous coffee droplets littered the sketch of a second floor. The section corresponded to his latest commission: a three-story neoclassical mansion. His client, Oswell E. Spencer, wanted a country house that, in addition to a vacation home, would serve as a meeting center or headquarters for his business conglomerate. He told him, when he visited him in his New York office, not to be afraid to be predominantly quality, that he would pay all the bills himself.

Spencer struck him as a likable individual with a strong English accent and a flamboyant way of speaking. A guy very interested in art and architecture with whom he had a lengthy conversation about his manor in Essex, The Spencer Estate, which was justly erected by one of his favorite architects. Over tea, Spencer asked him about Jessica, his wife, and Lisa, his daughter, an unusual concern in this kind of meeting. He told him that Jessica worked at a law firm and that Lisa was in elementary school. When he questioned Spencer about the same, he was evasive, assuring him that he had not yet found the right partner. At the end of the evening, the interested party advanced him a check for one hundred thousand dollars for the plans. An exorbitant amount, much higher than his cache. However, as soon as he received instructions on how to proceed with his work, he understood the underlying meaning of the gesture.

For an unknown reason, out of recklessness or on a whim, Spencer ordered him to integrate a series of traps into the mansion, each one more incredible than the last. Surprise turned to strangeness and strangeness to indifference as he progressed and received the owner's approval. Checks for fifteen thousand dollars for each correctly designed trap arrived in the mail from his office as an incentive. He was never told why or what for, but he avoided questioning the British aristocrat's judgment. With what he earned, he would have enough to move to Chicago and enroll Lisa in an expensive jet-set school. He dreamed of buying a new car and traveling with Jessica in Asia.

He reworked the layout of the side corridor of the east wing, next to the main entrance. The difficult terrain, atop a hill in the Arklay Mountains, forced him to discard a number of unrealistic ideas.

He turned over a new leaf. Second floor. He checked the correctness of the layout. He adjusted the size of a room next to the dining room. He checked that the width of the partitions was adequate.

Last sheet. Basement. He confirmed that the access stairway and elevator were properly fitted.

He found it strange that Spencer had not asked him to add a garden. In any case, it was indifferent to him.

He hung the three papers on a corkboard.

-I've got it.

He clenched his fists in triumph.

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Umbrella Pharmaceuticals - Chapter 5

Numerosas gotitas de café ensuciaban el boceto de una primera planta. La sección correspondía a su último encargo: un caserón neoclásico de tres cuerpos. Su cliente, Oswell E. Spencer, deseaba una casa de campo que, aparte de vivienda vacacional, sirviera como centro de reuniones o cuartel general de su conglomerado empresarial. Le dijo, cuando lo visitó en su oficina de Nueva York, que no tuviera miedo de predominar la calidad, que él mismo pagaría todas las facturas.

Spencer le pareció un simpático individuo de fuerte acento inglés y extravagante forma de hablar. Un tipo muy interesado por el arte y la arquitectura con el que mantuvo una prolongada conversación sobre su casa solariega en Essex, The Spencer Estate, la cual fue justamente erigida por uno de sus arquitectos preferidos. Mientras tomaban el té, Spencer le preguntó por Jessica, su esposa, y Lisa, su hija; una preocupación inhabitual en esta clase de encuentros. Le comentó que Jessica trabajaba en un bufete de abogados y que Lisa cursaba la primaria. Cuando él interrogó a Spencer sobre lo mismo, este se mostró evasivo, asegurando que todavía no había hallado a la pareja adecuada. Finalizada la velada, el interesado le adelantó un cheque de cien mil dólares por los planos. Una cantidad exorbitada, muy superior a su caché. Sin embargo, en cuanto recibió las instrucciones sobre cómo debía proceder con su trabajo, entendió el significado subyacente al gesto.

Por una razón desconocida, por temeridad o por capricho, Spencer le ordenó que integrase en el caserón una serie de trampas cada cual más increíble que la anterior. La sorpresa se tornó en extrañeza y la extrañeza en indiferencia a medida que progresaba y recibía el visto bueno del propietario. Al correo de su oficina llegaban, como incentivo, cheques de quince mil dólares por cada trampa correctamente diseñada. Nunca se le comentó el porqué ni para qué, pero obvió cuestionar el criterio del aristócrata británico. Con lo que ganaba, tendría suficiente como para mudarse a Chicago y matricular a Lisa en un colegio caro de la jet set. Soñaba con comprarse un coche nuevo y viajar con Jessica por Asia.

Retocó el trazo del corredor lateral del ala oriental, junto a la entrada principal. La dificultad del terreno, sobre la cima de una colina en las montañas Arklay, le obligó a descartar un buen número de ideas irrealizables.

Pasó de hoja. Segunda planta. Revisó la corrección del trazo. Ajustó el tamaño de una habitación próxima al comedor. Comprobó que el ancho de los tabiques fuera el adecuado.

Última hoja. Sótano. Confirmó que la escalera de acceso y el ascensor estuvieran apropiadamente encajados.

Le pareció extraño que Spencer no le solicitara agregar un jardín. En cualquier caso, le era indistinto.

Colgó los tres papeles sobre una pizarra de corcho.

—Lo tengo.

Cerró triunfante los puños.

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Enemy Mine - day 7

Summary: Chris and his team raid the Arklay Mansion.

Cover art by Pelissa.

         "Chris, you okay?"

         He snapped back to the present and nodded. "Yeah, sorry, just… This place is kind of creepy."

         "Kind of?" Lake Wright scoffed. He held his rifle low but at the ready, his stance relaxed but the way his eyes danced around the entrance hall showing him to be anything but.

         "They really keep kids here?" Gary Doherty murmured, looking around at the grim atmosphere that was as dark and claustrophobic as Chris remembered. At least this time they could escape to outside if necessary.

         "Quiet," Captain Orellana snapped before calling out "This is the RPD, we have a warrant! The building is surrounded!"

         Well they had the K-9 unit in the back should anyone run for it anyway, though Chris suspected everyone already did. The remoteness of the mansion meant that the only way out here was by helicopter, so anyone in the building would have heard them coming. That was if the snooping around and record pulling they'd been doing over the last several months hadn't tipped them off.

         No one answered and the K-9 unit didn't see anyone making a run for it. Captain Orellana called them inside to assist with the room search; the mansion was too big for the four-man tactical unit alone.

         "Lead the way, Chris," the Captain said.

         "We should check upstairs first, they'd most likely keep the kids up there." He remembered the twisting hallways and rooms that seemed to serve no purpose other than to house traps for the unwary and assumed they had once been used for something or someone.

         The K-9 unit began its search of the first floor while Chris and his team moved up the grand staircase.

         "This is some mansion," Lake whispered in awe.

         Chris shuddered.

         Attempts to get visual proof of any children or suspicious activity at the Arklay mansion proved useless and Chief Lowe nearly dropped the whole thing, but Chris' mission was saved by some accountants, of all people. There were a number of Raccoon City residents whose paychecks were traceable to Umbrella despite its lack of operation in the city as of yet, which in itself was hardly suspect, it was a big mansion and would require staff to maintain it, including grounds and kitchen staff. However, the number was unusually high even for such a large building, with said staff's previous jobs marking them as teachers, doctors, medical researchers, physical trainers, and a former ammunitions officer from the army.

         The final piece was the seizing of an order to the mansion from a local clothing store containing children-sized outfits when there were no records showing proof of any youths on the premises. Spencer or any of the listed residents had no children.

         This and an 'anonymous tip' detailing the number of children, their approximate ages, and the number of each sex corresponding to the seized outfits was enough for the judge to sign the warrant, albeit unhappily. This would destroy Umbrella and with it the city's hope for progress.

         But the city won't be blown away before the next millennium, Chris thought as they reached the landing and systematically began searching through the rooms.

         If the building had been abandoned it wasn't until the last minute; a fire still burned in the study and the lights were all lit. Whatever traps and horrors were to come did not yet exist and the four men moved unimpeded. Lake whistled as he looked down into the dining room from the gallery. The west wing cleared, Chris led his team back across the catwalk in the main hall to the east wing to find the door locked. Gary looked ready to kick it in when Chris said he knew another way up.

         Orellana let the K-9 unit know they were coming back down to use another route. So far they too had found nothing and announced the eastern side of the first floor cleared. Chris led them to the back stairs, staring up as they entered the high-ceilinged room. The windows were shut, the lights were steady, and there were no goddamn crows staring down at them. He released an unsteady breath of relief and crossed the small room.

         Dread was still forming in his gut, not from danger but over the fact they had yet to find anyone. Umbrella had packed up and fled; Raccoon City would be saved but they would just start again somewhere else and Chris had no way of knowing where. He failed.

         The stair creaked when he started to ascend, almost covering the soft sounds of steps and the slide of polished wood under a palm coming from the landing. Gary looked up just in time to see someone launch themselves over the banister and drop, a blade raised to split his skull in two. He cried out and barely raised his rifle to deflect it in time.

         "Holy shit!"

         His attacker fell back from the block but had barely touched the floor before he launched himself forward again, the machete he was wielding slicing quickly through the air and trying to get around the weapon Gary was using as a shield.

         "Don't shoot it's a kid!" Orellana shouted, blocking Lake's rifle when he instinctively trained it on their small assailant.

         "Kid, stop!" Gary yelled, "We're here to help you!"

         The young boy didn't answer outside a snarl and dove for Gary's legs who had no choice but to swat him away with his weapon but he was barely deterred.

         "Grab him!"

         "I'm trying, he's fast!"

         The machete whistled as it was whipped through the air, keeping the men away even as he kept going for Gary. Chris pulled out his pistol; he was far more accurate with it and could fire near the boy to startle him except…

         Blond, short cropped hair, intense grey eyes, and lips pulled back in a hateful snarl baring teeth that Chris would recognize at any age.

         "Albert!"

         The boy hesitated, turned to Chris with his brows furrowed into confusion, and it was enough. Gary dropped his rifle and dove, pulling the boy up and locking him against his chest, pinning his arms to his sides. Albert kicked and yelled but could not break free or lift the machete.

         "Drop it!" Gary snapped.

         "Let go of me!"

         "No, you're not getting away from me and it won't do you any more good so drop it!"

         "You're intruders! You don't belong here!"

         "Neither do you!"

         Orellana stepped forward and yanked the machete from the thrashing boy's hand.

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It is gone... Jill stood in silence with that conclusion in her mind, but she wasn’t willing to believe her own thoughts and lower her weapon as she still aim at the doors. The last attempt the creature had done to break through had been a minute, two or three ago. To Jill it felt like an eternity so she had lost sense of time. They are gone... She breathe out and felt her shoulders relax, her stance drop and the sense of relief wash over her like a warm wave. Jill was safe for now. Safe and alone.

I’m so sorry... The survivor’s guilt weigh heavy on Jill’s mind as she pull out the magazine to see how much ammo she had. [Randomized outcome] Five bullets... That pistol and ammo was the final gift from Brad Vickers, a gift she rob from their unconsciouss body, as they now lay ravished on the courtyard at the mercy of the creature that had done it to them. Nearly did it to me. Jill wish to go out and help them, attempt to drag them indoors to safety, but she knew that it would only have her share their fate. There is nothing I can do anymore. Reason ease her guilt for now. Jill turn around to see the Goddess looking down at her, watching her and judging her lacking efforts.. Don’t look at me.

The statue was something that Jill had liked until the mansion incident. From that day forward she had felt uneasy in the main hall of the police station as it remind her of the Spencer estate and her imagination had the Goddess statue turn into a presence that haunt her when she was in their field of view. The statue remind her of other of its kind back at the mansion. Jill stare back up at the Goddess with anxiety, the smile it had turn into a gleeful smirk in her mind. You hoped I would have been caught so you could watch it happen... To her they were treacherous Goddess, one with desire to see her fail and be used for their pleasure. Jill wouldn’t have herself taken on their altar under their lustful gaze.

However, Jill didn’t have much to defend herself with. She need ammo, weapons and other equipment to survive. S.T.A.R.S. office might still have something useful left in there and the weapon storage and the locker room in the basement should have what she need. The police station was a good place to restock and prepare for what would wait her outside. When she would leave the building it would happen either through the front doors on foot or driving out of the underground parking lot.. If I’m lucky. A car would cover a lot more distance too.

She move past the statue and saw how the stairs to upstairs were blocked off at the other end of the main hall and the emergency ladder hadn’t been pushed down from the upper floor. Jill would have to go through either the west or the east wing of the building to reach the stairways there if she was going up. Circling behind the statue Jill came to the information desk she had called from the Bar Jack. There was no note on where the receptionist had went or regarding what happened in the station. All there was were the file binders unrelated to the outbreak, typewriter and written instructions by the phone on how to answer and instruct the civilians to come to the police station... Maybe they abandon the hall. The building was large and the police could have fall back to the second floor to have easier time defending it or go as far as attempt mass evacuation through the underground garage. Maybe the remaining police force is spread thin and the main hall was left unguarded. Jill could only guess what had happened.

She boot up the desk computer to find answers, but it only brought her to login screen that demand either a password or an user card to be verified by the scanner next to the computer. With her S.T.A.R.S. card Jill would be able to log in, but she had to return it after her suspension. Her card could still be valid. Could be either in the archives or the store room. The computer had access to the security cameras around the station. Jill sigh and shook her head, maybe the operations room would be a better bet to find information which parts of the station the police still had control over and where the civilians are waiting for the evacuation even if the plans there might already be outdated.

Maybe I sho- “AHh?” Her ecstatic shock echo through the hall. Jill lean against the desk as she felt the weight inside her stomach shift slightly. She move her hand to feel how the bulge had grown. The eggs had shift around as they fought over space. It create a constant pressure and weight in her lower abdomen. The unnatural bulge on her stomach was still hard to notice, but it was felt the moment one rest their hand on it.  [The eggs have grown, -1 to survival skill] The eggs would soon hatch.. Oh god. The time was running out. Jill had to move.

[Vote for what Jill should do]

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The Spencer Mansion East Wing in Resident Evil Remastered (2002)

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The Spencer Mansion's East Wing in Resident Evil: Directors Cut (1997)

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The Spencer Mansion's East Wing in Resident Evil: Directors Cut (1997)

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The Spencer Mansion East & West Wing in Resident Evil Remastered (2002)

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Left :  Resident Evil  (1996, french PC version)

Right :  Resident Evil  (2002 Remake, PC version, remastered)

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Resident Evil / Biohazard  (Remake, 2002)

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Resident Evil / Biohazard  (Remake, 2002)

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The Spencer Mansion's East Wing in Resident Evil: Directors Cut (1997)

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The Spencer Mansion's East Wing in Resident Evil: Directors Cut (1997)

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The Spencer Mansion's East Wing in Resident Evil: Directors Cut (1997)

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The Spencer Mansion's East Wing in Resident Evil: Directors Cut (1997)