Long before leaving Arklay, late on the night the Tyrant Project was approved, an encrypted communication from the highest level of Umbrella Corporation was directly connected to William Birkin’s private terminal.
Sender: Oswell E.
Spencer.
The content was only a single line, cold and devoid of any warmth:
“Lisa Trevor has lost her research value.
Send her to the ‘Cabin in the Woods’ immediately to execute a cessation of life.
Leave no trace, leave no records.”
William Birkin stared at the screen for a long time, slowly closed his eyes, and when he opened them again, only bone-chilling indifference remained in his gaze.
Lisa Trevor, the starting point of all virus research at Umbrella Corporation, the most perfect symbiote of the Progenitor Virus, the initial genetic source of the G-Virus…
Now, in Oswell E.
Spencer’s eyes, she was nothing more than waste to be destroyed.
“Mr.
Spencer…
has given the order.”
William Birkin spoke in a low voice, as if talking to himself, or perhaps informing Annette Birkin beside him.
Annette Birkin’s expression changed slightly: “Even Lisa…
has to be disposed of?
“Her mission has ended.” William Birkin said indifferently, “Sufficient genetic samples have been preserved; her value as a living subject is exhausted.
Mr.
Spencer’s orders are not to be questioned.”
A few hours later, night shrouded the Arklay Mountains.
Deep in the logistics tunnel, a huge black containment capsule was slowly lifted by heavy machinery, with striking red warnings printed on the surface: Extremely Dangerous · Do Not Open.
Inside, Lisa’s twisted figure slept under the effect of sedatives, her deformed limbs pressed against the capsule wall, having long since lost any human appearance.
The containment capsule was steadily secured onto a specialized armored transport vehicle.
In the driver’s seat was Albert Wesker.
In the passenger seat was William Birkin.
The vehicle did not head toward the forest, but drove directly into a deeper, hidden tunnel under the research facility, straight to the top-secret, fully enclosed, unmonitored, and unrecorded disposal area known as the [Cabin in the Woods].
The vehicle stopped at the secret exit of the underground logistics tunnel of the research facility, a disposal area exclusive to the [Cabin in the Woods].
There were no doors or windows, no furniture, only fully enclosed disinfection chambers, destruction systems, and a one-touch life termination device—it was the dark, dead corner Umbrella Corporation used to erase all “failures.”
Albert Wesker pushed open the car door, his gaze behind his sunglasses sweeping over the tight security blockade, his tone revealing genuine confusion for the first time.
“William, I don’t understand.”
Albert Wesker’s voice was low and calm, carrying his usual sharpness, “Lisa is a universal test subject.
She is Umbrella Corporation’s most precious living material.
Why did Mr.
Spencer suddenly order her abandonment?”
William Birkin checked the readings of the disposal system, his movements steady but devoid of warmth, his tone indifferent and without a ripple.
“Because she is useless now.”
“Useless?” Albert Wesker followed behind, his tone noticeably heavier, “The base strain of the G-Virus came entirely from her; she could even provide adaptive genes for the Tyrant, for the T-Virus, for every project.
And you tell me such a specimen is ‘useless’?”
William Birkin stopped his movements, slowly turned back, and looked at this partner of many years.
“Wesker, you and I are merely executors.
Mr.
Spencer’s vision has never been where we can see.”
Albert Wesker was silent for a moment, the look behind his sunglasses sinking slightly.
He instantly grasped the deeper meaning, and a trace of unease suddenly rose in his heart.
“…Do you mean that Mr.
Spencer has other new plans in his hands?”
A top-secret plan, higher, more core, and more advanced than Lisa, the Tyrant, or the T-Virus, one that even they had no right to know.