Wesker's Diary

Beginning:

My name is Albert Wesker. I aspired to become a leading researcher at Umbrella Inc. A pharmaceutical enterprise who covertly conduction Bio Organic Weapons, better known as B.O.W., for development. But at the leader development training ground situated in Raccoon City, I met a brilliant and talented researcher who decided to take a different path; William Birkin. In time I shifted my position to S.T.A.R.S., a special forces unit of the Raccoon Police Department. Umbrella, for crisis management reasons of their illegal Bio Organic Weapons development, had many of it's people working in the police department. I became the leader of S.T.A.R.S. and conducted all sorts of intelligence activities for Umbrella. As I continued to serve I devised my own plans and waited for the right moment to execute them. Then at last, opportunity knocked.

The freak murder incidents that occurred in the forest near the mansion started it all. The mansion was Umbrella's secret BOW laboratory and it was clear that the indevelopment T-Virus was the cause of the murder. Initially, Umbrella instructed me secretively to keep S.T.A.R.S. out of the case, but with the heightened emotions of the citizens S.T.A.R.S. had no choice but to move in. That was when my next order was given. Dispatch S.T.A.R.S. to the mansion, dispose of them, then report the situation to headquarters so that their combat with the B.O.W. could be used for data analysis allowing Umbrella a comprehensive portrait of the B.O.W.'s combat abilities. From the 2 S.T.A.R.S. teams I first pitched in the Bravo Team. As expected, the top elite of S.T.A.R.S. gave all they had and became useful sample data. Then following, I geared up the Alpha Team to "search and rescue" the lost Bravo Team. The members of the Alpha Team also proved their worth and as expected many died.

There were 5 Survivors from the initial 11 S.T.A.R.S. members. From the Alpha Team were Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, and Barry Burton. And from the Bravo Team were Rebecca Chambers and Enrico Marini. It was time to begin executing my plans. In the midst of the whole affair I could take Umbrella's ultimate Bio-Organic Weapon, the Tyrant, and join forces with an opposing corporation of Umbrella. To buy into that opposing corporation I would need the actual combat data of the Tyrant. The surviving privileged members of S.T.A.R.S. were just the perfect bait. I decided to have one of them play the Judas and draw them to the Tyrant. That Judas was Barry. Barry was the strong truth and justice kind and cherished his family more than anything. His type is easy to manipulate. I just took that most important thing away from him. My only miscalculation was the high potential of Chris and Jill. But with the family man Barry playing Judas the scheme went as planned. Then the winds turned unexpectedly.

I had to eliminate Enrico who found out what was behind it all. I used Barry to get to him. After I successfully got rid of that nuisance I awaited the sample specimen that Barry would bring to me in the Tyrants room. I injected the virus I obtained from Birkin in advance. If I made Umbrella believe I was dead, it made it far more convenient to sell myself to the opposing corporation. According to Birkin the virus had profound effects. It would put my body in a state of temporary "death." It would then bring me back to life with super human powers. Therefore I unleashed an awesome Tyrant from its slumber and let it attack me. As my consciousness faded away I was certain that the whole scheme would end in success. Never did I imagine that S.T.A.R.S. could slay the evil creation. I lost the Tyrant and the plan I devised which cost me my humanity ended in failure. Now anything and anyone who stood in my way would be terminated. It's been that way for a long time and it always will be. At all costs I had to make S.T.A.R.S pay.

Two months had passed since the mansion incident. To regain everything I had lost in my new organization, I joined hands with Ada Wong, a female agent who was also sent to spy on Umbrella. I knew in my bones that the key developer was William Birkin, but what he didn't know was that Umbrella did not play games... with anyone. Eventually, Birkin would be assassinated, and the G-Virus would be in the hands of Umbrella. But the salvage team led by Hunk was ahead of us. By the time they got to Birkin, he'd already injected himself with the G-Virus... he became his own creation, and decimated them. Soon after, the T-Virus carried by rats spread throughout Raccoon City, and Umbrella faced its worst scenario. The good citizens became zombies, and the city had headed for its devastating fate. Humans were no match against zombies. In the chaos, Umbrella Europe applied a new type B.O.W., called "Nemesis". The Nemesis would hunt down and destroy the surviving member of S.T.A.R.S., Jill. It became imperative that our organization would also obtain the Nemesis data.

To cover up the whole affair, Umbrella jettisoned a Tyrant to take care of Leon and Claire, who were trying to unveil their secrets. Then, a new revelation. Birkin used to hide the findings of his studies in his daughter Sherry's pendant. It was very possible that the G-Virus was there. While Umbrella was busy with their cover up, we had to capture Sherry before they did. I sent Ada undercover to seek the location of Sherry. I, the "dead man" on the other hand, had to work in the shadows. A spy's obligation and priority is in the mission, to carry out the mission like a machine without any emotional interference. But through her interaction and involvement with Leon S. Kennedy, there'd been an affection growing inside her. My instincts sensed danger, something had to be done, quickly. My instincts did not disappoint me. Even though Ada almost had her hands on the G-Virus, which Leon had acquired from Sherry, that affection of hers drove her to her death. But she was still of some use. I had to save her life. My people hurried to retrieve the G-Virus that Leon threw away. But Hunk, the only survivor of Umbrella's salvage team, was there before us.

Our only option left was to bring back Birkin, the monster, as the sample specimen and have him finish off Leon and Claire in order to obtain his combat data. Although Birkin lost the battle to Leon and Claire, we succeeded in gathering samples of the G-Virus from his dead body. In the morning the government bombed Raccoon City in an attempt to stop for the viral outbreak. This was, of course, their feigned reason. Later, Claire left for Europe to find her lost brother Chris, and Leon joined forces with a underground anti-Umbrella organization. Sherry is safe in our hands. I would never underestimate Birkin. There's something about this little girl...

Part 1:

July 31, 1978

It was summer, twenty years ago and I was eighteen years old when I visited there for the first time. I can still smell the stench of the air stirred up by the helicopter's rotor blades. The mansion looked perfectly ordinary from the sky, but on the ground, I sensed something that made me fear to tread. Birkin, who was two years younger than me, was interested in nothing but the research paper he was reading.

We had only been assigned to that place two days previously, the same day they decided to close down the executive centre we belonged to. This looked either carefully planned or pure coincidence, only Spencer knows. Here, Arclay Laboratory, wsa the very place where Spencer himself had a base for T-Virus research.

As we got off the helicopter, we saw the Laboratory Manager was waiting for us at the lift. I can't even remember the guy's name. No matter what his official title, the laboratory belonged to Birkin and I from that day. We were given full authority as chief research engineers. This was of course, Spencer's intention. We had been chosen. We completely ignored the Laboratory Manager and got into the lift as the previous day I had memorised a map of the building. As for Birkin, he didn't mean any offence but he never had time for others. Being in our company for more than five seconds would have made most people angry. The Laboratory Manager, however, showed no response.

As I was an egoistic young man those days, I did not take any notice of his lack of reaction. After all, while I was there I was merely dancing to Spencer's tune and the Lab Manager knew his intention better than I did and acted accordingly. While we were in the lift, Birkin was concentrating on the papers, which contained detailed records on Ebola, a Filovirus, which had been discovered in Africa two years ago. Even now, many people across the world are still studying Ebola. But there are two distinct reasons why. Some are studying the virus in order to save lives, while others have more sinister reasons.

Ninety percent of those infected with the Ebola virus will die. Once infected, body tissue is destroyed within ten days. There is no vaccination and no cure. If used as a weapon it is incredibly frightening. Of course the treaty on Prohibition of Use of Biological Weapons had been in effect long before that so it was illegal to conduct research on the potential use of the virus as a weapon. However, it is perfectly legal to conduct research on it to prevent it's spreading if it was used by someone else as a weapon. It is only a thin line between the two researches - in fact there is practically no difference between the two. As you must investigate how it can be used as a weapon in order to know how it can be stopped.

This means it is possible to pretend that research is for the purpose of prevention and cure while your true aim is the opposite. However, Birkin was interested in neither of these routes as the virus had too many imperfections.

Firstly, it dies easily when in contact with direct sunlight and can only survive outside the body for a few days. Secondly, the virus does not have enough time to move onto the next host as it kills its initial host too quickly. Lastly, the virus is transmitted in body fluids and secretions, which can be easily prevented.

However, consider this: What if the person infected with the virus, could stand up and walk? And if, subconsciously they sought direct physical contact with uninfected people? The Ebola gene is an RNA gene. RNA genes can mutate a human's genes and that mutation would allow the human to have monster-like semi immortality.

This creature would be a Human Biological Weapon - to all intents and purposes dead as a human being but still infecting other humans as long as it is alive. It was lucky for us that Ebola did not exhibit such characteristics. We could keep Ebola with that particular capacity just for ourselves.

The organization, which was established around Spencer, was for the manufacture of this living weapon. Officially, it was a pharmaceutical company specialising in a cure for the virus, but in reality it was a factory producing biological weapons. The discovery of the Founder Virus which can modify genes seemed to be the genesis of this whole business.

In order to manufacture the Human Biological Weapon from the Founder Virus, it was necessary to develop a variant with that particular peculiarity enhanced. That was the T-virus project. The Founder virus is an RNA virus. RNA viruses are known to have a tendency to mutate. That tendency enables us to manipulate them, strengthening their certain peculiarities.

Birkin wondered if he could combine the Ebola gene with the mutated Founder Virus to enhance its peculiarity. The sample of Ebola virus had already arrived to his laboratory. After switching from lift to lift we eventually reached the top security unit of the laboratory. Even Birkin took his eyes off the report when we met her for the first time.

We knew nothing about her. She was the biggest secret at the laboratory and her data was never removed from the premises. The records showed that she had been there ever since the institute was established. She was twenty-five years old. No one knew who she was or why she was there. She was a human specimen to develop the 'T-virus' on. The experiment started on the 10th November 1967. She had been receiving injections of viruses for eleven years.

Birkin mumbled something - Was it to curse? Or to praise? We realized that there was no turning back. We were to lead the research to a successful conclusion or rot away like her? Of course we had no choice. The sight of her bound to a shabby hospital bed moved something in our conscience. Was it a part of Spencer's plan?

Part 2:

July 27, 1981

Today a ten year old girl was appointed as senior researcher at the South Pole Laboratory. Her name was Alexia Ashford. I was twenty-one years old and Birkin was nineteen.

Irritatingly, the rumour about Alexia of the South Pole monopolised discussions amongst Arklay's researchers. The Ashford name was legendary to the old staff who had been at Umbrella long enough to remember. Whenever the research came to a standstill they always said If only Dr. Ashford were still alive. Certainly Dr. Ashford was a great scientist, one of the original research team who discovered the Founder Virus and the originator of the T-virus project. However, he died soon after Umbrella was established. Thirteen years has passed since his death. What was the point of expecting anything from the Ashfords? In fact, the South Pole laboratory, which was founded after Dr Edward's death by his son, had so far yielded no results.

So, not much can be expected from the granddaughter, Alexia. However, from that day, our dotard subordinates started saying If only Ms. Alexia were there.

It seemed like there was no potential for future development in this lab, as long as we had staff like those bunch of idiots, who could only judge people by their genealogy, instead of using their own sense of values. Those fools could never take initiative and would remain as minor researchers even though they had one foot in the grave. But I was different, I had good judgement.

If I, as the chief researcher, had become emotional, the development of the T-virus would have been delayed even further. To achive results, one must stay calm and make sensible decisions whatever the circumstances.

An idea came to me - The success of the research relied on how to handle those ancient gentlemen. As they could drop dead at any moment, wouldn't they be most useful if we were to use them for the most dangerous experiments. The art of management is to utilise everyone beneath you. However, Birkin was becoming a nuisance. His reaction towards the Alexia rumours was so pathetic.

Although he never said it, he took pride in becoming the youngest ever chief researcher at the age of sixteen. But this ten year old girl had smashed this figurative trophy to pieces. It must have been the first time he had felt defeated. He could never approve of someone who was younger, with breeding, and a woman. It was unimaginable that he was being affected by a personnel reshuffle in such a far away place, where there had been no achievements for so long. After all, he was still a kid. Immature as he was, I needed him to pull himself together. Over the last three years our research had reached the second stage.

By then, the T-virus was becoming stable enough to be used to create Living Biological Weapons, better known as Zombies. However, the virus would never be able to modify the human gene one hundred percent - there are compatibilities between the virus and the genes because no one person's genes are exactly alike.

Ten percent of humans would make a lucky escape and not develop the disease, even though a zombie infected them with the virus. There was nothing we could do about this, no matter how hard we tried. If it had a ninety percent success rate then it was good enough to use as a biological weapon. But Spencer didn't seem to be satisfied. Our boss wanted a stand-alone weapon which could wipe out an entire population. But, what for?

Essentially, the virtue of biological weapons was the low development costs. But our Living Biological Weapon was becoming extremely expensive. Spencer would never have chosen this path if he was looking for financial rewards. If manufactured for use in conjunction with an orthodox weapon, it would have made a handsome profit. But to keep the research going to make a stand-alone, exterminatory weapon did not make business sense.

Why did he continue ignoring the costs? If his aim was to monopolise the entire war industry by changing the very concepts of war, perhaps I could agree a little bit. I still didn't know what his true intention was.

Apart from Spencer's intention, Birkin was engineering a living biological weapon with an increased emphasis on its ability to fight. He was trying to create it not only through mutating human genes with the T-virus but also by adding another creature's genetic information. The fighting living biological weapon would kill all human beings, including those wearing body armour, or equipped with biological warfare suits and those humans who escaped from death through infection. It was later called The Hunter. But we had to suspend the experiments for a while - to protect the specimens from Birkin.

Birkin, who had this meaningless anger directed at Alexia, started acting abnormally. He worked through the night at the lab time after time and repeated disorganized experiments one after another. Me and my staff collected biopsy samples as quickly as possible before the specimens could die, but we couldn't keep up with his speed. The Manager of the Laboratory supplied the new specimens as if nothing had happened, but they didn't survive long.

It was Hell. But she, the female specimen survived the hell. She was twenty-eight years old by then and had spent fourteen years in this lab. The numerous injections of the Founder virus she had received over the past fourteen years would have left her bereft of any logical reasoning, but if she still had any mind left, death would have been the one and only thign she wanted.

But, she has continued to live. Why was she the only one to survive? The experiment data did not highlight any difference between her and the other specimens. We needed much more time to find out the answer to that question.

Part 3:

December 31, 1983
My sixth winter at Arklay Laboratory.

Two almost stagnant years had passed without much achievement, but the turning point has finally arrived. The catalyst was a report we received that morning. Alexia had died at the South Pole institute.

It was said that Alexia was accidentally infected by the T-Veronica virus which she herself had developed. At that time, Alexia was twelve years old, and was too young to continue this kind of dangerous research.

A rumour began to circulate that Alexia had deliberately infected herself with the virus, but that seemed very unlikely. More likely, she had not got over the death of her father a year earlier and had made an error.

At the South Pole institute, Alexia's research was then taken over by her twin brother, her only blood relative. But no one expected any worthwile results from him. The Ashford family line seemed to have almost died out without producing anything of note. As I suspected, the legend surrounding this family was no more than that.

Alexia's death changed Birkin - or should I say it transformed Birkin back to the person he once was. It played a major factor in Birkin's psychological wellbeing as his researchers started showing him more respect. With Alexia dead, the was no longer anyone who exhibited greater potential than him. However, talking about Alexia in front of him was still taboo. Birkin strongly disagreed when I tried to get hold of a T-Veronica sample. I had to bide my time to find a better opportunity to find out the truth about Alexia's research. In spite of the fact that Birkin was in much stronger position he still never grew up. However, in those days, I had much bigger issues to contend with.

The Arklay Laboratory was situated in the centre of a mountainous region, itself surrounded by a deep forest. I often went out for walks during my time there, but I never came across anyone else. Helicopter was the only means of reaching the laboratory, making it inaccessible to outsiders. The remoteness of the area and lack of people is an important factor when choosing a site for an institute like this, in order to minimise a potential disaster if the virus escaped. However, biological weapons were not as simple as that. The viruses would not just infect human beings.

No virus chooses just one type of carrier. For example, apart from humans, the influenza virus can infect birds, pigs, horses and even sea lions. It complicates the matter further when you know that not all the species of the same family can be infected, but other species of birds are spared. More over, the same virus may take different carriers, depending on it's variants. It is impossible to know all the carriers for even just one virus. The biggest problem is the high adaptability of the T-virus.

While Birkin was not contributing much I had been studying the possibility of secondary infection from the T-virus. What I discovered was that the T-virus has carriers in almost every single species. Not only animals, but also plants, insects, fish, almost all the species have a potential to multiply and spread the T-virus. When I was strolling through the woods, i always thought - Why did Spencer choose this location?

There were so many species that co-existed in the forest. What would happen if the virus escaped and came into contact with a creature capable of being a carrier? If it were some insects, then they would not pose a big threat of secondary infection due to their size. But insects can multiply to enormous numbers.

In that case, how far could the virus spread? Suppose it was some plants. It may appear at first that the possibility of widespread infection would be small as plants cannot move. But what about their pollen?

This location was too dangerous. Come to think of it, it made perfect sense for the Ashfords to choose the South Pole as site for their laboratory. In contrast, this location, it seems, was selected in order to spread the virus. But, that couldn't be ture, could it? What did Spencer want us to do?

These thoughts were too important to share with anybody else in the laboratory. The only person I cold possibly ask was Birkin. But, it was obvious there was no point in talking to him about it. What I needed was more information.

Around this time, I started to feel the limitation of my situation. In order to find out Spencer's true intention, I needed to be in a position which would give me access to the information I required. I had no hesitation in giving up my present position for this purpose. But, I did not want to be too hasty because if Spencer had any suspicions about my real motives, then the game would be up.

I concentrated on my research with Birkin so that my real thoughs would not betray me. While we were keeping ourselves busy, the female specimen was almost forgotten about. A failure, with no use, but still she lived on. We called her a failure because we could not get any valid data from her. Until that experiment took place, five years later...

Part 4:

July 1, 1988
It was our 11th summer since we arrived at the Arclay Laboratory. I was twenty-eight years old. Birkin was then, a father with a two year old girl. His partner was also a researcher at Arklay. It was hard to believe that anyone could marry and bring up a child while both of them worked here. On the other hand, because he was different he could continue his research at Arklay. Only the mad could succeed there.

In those ten years our research finally reached the third stage. A highly sophisticated Fighting Biological Weapon - with intelligence, which would obey programmed orders and act as a soldier. That was the monster we tried to create and we called it The Tyrant.

But, from the beginning there was no huge obstacle - it was almost impossible to obtain a living subject on which we could base the Tyrant. The supply of genetically adaptable human beings for the Tyrant was extremely limited.

This is due to the nature of the T-virus. The T-virus variant which was ideal to create the zombies and the Hunters was suitable for most humans, but it had a fault of making the carrier's brain cells decline. To transform the carrier into a Tyrant we needed to keep the carrier's intelligence at a certain level. In order to overcome this issue, Birkin had been working on extracting a variant which would cause the least damage to the brain when it was adapted perfectly to the carrier.

However, humans with a genetic match to this variant were extremely rare. The Genetic Analytic team's simulation report told us that only one in ten million would be infected and transform into a Tyrant with the remainder becoming zombies.

It might have been possible to develop a more progressive strain of the T-virus which could transform more humans into Tyrants. However, to push the research further, first of all we required human subjects with a perfect genetic match to the variant.

There was little possibility that such a specimen would be supplied to us, because even if we scoured the whole USA, we would only be able to find fifty or so of them. In fact, at that time, even with the utmost effort we only managed to collect a few specimens with a close match. Even from the outset, our research was at a standstill.

But one day, we heard a rumour that a European laboratory were working on a project to create a third Living Biological Weapon. It was called the Nemesis Project.

I acted quickly to obtain a sample from the project so that I could use it to our advantage. Of course, Birkin was against this idea, but this time I somehow managed to persuade him. He had no choice but to admit that our research wouldn't go any further unless we found the matching specimen. A few days later, in the middle of the night, a parcel arrived from Europe via various transit points. It arrived to our heliport in a small box.

Nemesis Prototype

We had to pull many strings to obtain it from the French laboratory where it had been developed, but it could not have happened without the support of Spencer. Birkin showed no interest at all, but he accepted the importance of the experiment. The samples had been developed with a brand new design in mind.

A parasitic living body, created by genetical modification - that was Nemesis. A living body with intelligence, which was unable to do anything on its own. However, once it parasitised the brain of another living being, it would take full control of the body and demonstrate its highly developed aptitude for combat. The project was to provide the intellience and the biological body for combat separately and then combine them in order to create one living biological weapon.

If it was successful we no longer needed to worry about the problems we had previously encountered. But there was a new problem in that it did not always settle in the carrier in the same manner as we desired.

On the report attached to the sample, we saw nothing but a long list of deaths. The carriers lasted for only five minutes after Nemesis took control of their brains. But we already knew that an incomplete prototype would be extremely dangerous. If we succeeded in prolonging the carriers' survival then we could hope to take the lead in the Nemesis project. This was my aim. Naturally, I was planning to use the female specimen. With her unusual ability to survive, she could endure the Nemesis prototype for a long time. Even if we failed, we would lose nothing.

However, our experiments took an unexpected turn. Nemesis vanished when it tried to enter her brain. At first, we could not understand what happened. We never thought that she would take over the parasite. That was the beginning. Until then, she was barely alive but something was about to awake in her. We had to start examining her afresh.

Over the last ten years, she had been checked down to the minutest details, but we decided to ignore the past data and start anew. Now, for the first time in her twenty-one years of being here, something no one had seen was about to be revealed.

After much examination, only Birkin noticed it. Something definitely existed in her. This, however, went beyond the original T-Virus project and led us in a totally new and different direction. That was the beginning of the G-virus project, which changed all our destinies

Part 5:

July 31, 1995
It was summer again and seventeen years from the time I first visited the place. Whenever I went there I was remembered the smell of the winds from that day. Nothing has changed since then, even the buildings and surroundings. I could see Birkin, who had already arrived, standing on the heliport. I had not seen him for a long time. Four years have passed since I left Arklay Laboratory.

At that time, when Birkin's G-virus project was approved, I applied for my transfer to the Information Bureau and was readily accepted. It must have looked natural for everyone that I was giving up my career as a researcher and seeking a change. Actually, the G-virus project was beyond my abilities. Even if I did not have any reasons to find out Spencer's true intention, it was true that I felt my faculties as a reasearcher had reached their limits.

In spite of the downdraft caused by the helicopter, Birkin never took his eyes off the research papers. Although it seemed he still visited Arklay regularly, he was no longer a researcher at that facility. Sometime ago, he had been transferred to a huge underground laboratory in Raccoon City, which was his base for the G-virus project headed up by himself.

Quite honestly, four years ago, I never thought that Spencer would approve the G-virus project because it was founded on an unknown belief and deviated from the original concept of a biological weapon.

The distinct difference between the G-virus and the T-virus was that the organism infected by the G-virus continued to mutate by itself. Because a virus is an unprotected form of a gene, it can easily mutate. This mutation can happen when a virus is left on its own, but once a virus is in other organism, it is a different story.

A gene in an organism's body hardly mutates even though its structure was modified by a virus, unless some external influences, such as exposure to radiation, takes place. However, an organism infected with the G-virus keeps mutating itself without any external influence until it dies.

Similar characteristics did exist in the T-virus. When we placed the Living Biological Weapon under certain circumstances, we recorded some genetic recombination caused by an activated virus in it's body. However, in the case of the T-virus it always needed some external influences to trigger the recombination and the results were always close to what we predicted. G-infected organisms totally lacked such predictability. No one could foresee what recombination it would take, and whatever means to stop the process it kept mutating nonetheless, making our manipulation worthless.

Seven years ago, Birkin found signs of this effect in the female specimen. On the surface she had not changed at all, but internally, she changed continously and remained alive by merging and coexisting with all the experimental viruses she was administered. And the twenty-one years of internal mutation evolved her enough to accept the parasitic organism Nemesis. The G-virus project was trying to push this abnormality to the ultimate limit. But, the end result of this project could be either the evolution of the ultimate organism or total destruction. Can we call this a weapon?

What made Spencer approve this project? Even though I had been in the Information Bureau for four years by this time, I could still not understand his motives. And now, Spencer does not even come to Arklay. It is as if he had foreseen something was about to happen there. The image of Spencer fading away from me like a mirage in the desert. But an opportunity must present itself sometime. If I can survive until then.

The lift was carrying both Birkin and me to the highest security level, to the place where we saw him for the first time. The new chief researcher John, Birkin's successor, was waiting for us there.

He was transferred from the Chicago laboratory and was said to be an excellent scientist, but he seemed to be too normal to work for this laboratory. He had doubts about the cruelty of the research and reported to his superior to correct the situation. That caused a big enough stir even in the Information Bureau. It was everyone's opinion that if any information was leaked, it had to come from him. We ignored John and started to give her final treatment. To kill her.

She has regained a little intelligence after taking in Nemesis. But, it resulted in nothing more than making her behave strangely. The odd behaviour continued to escalate. Nowadays, she peels off other women's faces and wears them over her own. The records show that she behaved in the same manner when she was first given the Founder Virus. We were never sure what made her react in such a way, but her termination was decided after three researchers had become her victims. Now that the study of the G-virus was on track she lost her status as a valuable specimen.

The termination of her vital signs was checked and confirmed repeatedly for the next three days. Then, the body was taken away to some location at the instruction of the Laboratory Manager. Even now, I still do not know who she was and why she was brought here. Of course it was exactly the same for other specimens. However, she had not been there, the G-Project might never have existed and if that was the case then Birkin and I would be in very different situations.

As I left Arklay Laboratory, I was thinking things over. Just how calculating is Spencer?