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The heavy metal doors of the Umbrella Corporation's Detroit Branch slid open with a hiss, releasing a gust of cold, sterile air. Alice stepped out, her boots clicking softly against the concrete. She had barely crossed the threshold when countless red infrared beams scanned across her body, shifting and flickering like a spider's web of light.
Instantly, several automated turrets whirred to life, mechanical eyes locking onto her chest. The barrels of the machine guns adjusted their aim with deadly precision, ready to fire at the slightest provocation. Alice froze for a moment, her expression calm but wary — she knew this place never allowed mistakes.
Moments later, a sleek black sedan rolled to a stop at the main gate. The driver's door opened and a tall woman in a fitted black combat uniform stepped out. Her presence was commanding — Jill Valentine. Her gloved hand held a sleek black wallet, the Umbrella insignia glinting faintly under the sunlight.
"Gentlemen," Jill said firmly, scanning the security team with cold authority. "Control of this site is under our jurisdiction now."
One of the guards frowned, clearly uncertain. "Who authorized this operation?" he asked, his voice clipped and cautious.
"Security clearance — Level Six authorization," Jill replied evenly.
The guards exchanged uneasy glances. Moments later, Carlos Olivera and L.J. Wade approached from behind her. Carlos carried a document that looked like an official transfer order, stamped and signed.
"Sorry, sir," Carlos said smoothly, handing over the paper. "Looks like orders are orders."
The guard sighed in frustration but finally nodded. "Fine," he muttered.
Jill turned toward Alice and gestured. "Let's go."
L.J. opened the back door, and Alice climbed into the sedan without a word. Her eyes flicked briefly toward the towers of the Umbrella facility, still looming in the distance like cold, silent giants.
As the car moved through the main gate, the security checkpoint came into view. Dozens of armed guards stood at attention, rifles ready. Carlos stepped out once more and presented his identification card. A guard took it, examined the photo carefully, and then his radio crackled to life.
Ding-ling-ling... The guard listened for a moment, his expression hard to read. Then he nodded. "Command says let them pass."
Carlos gave a brief salute. The gate opened.
The black sedan glided through, tires crunching against gravel. Inside, the air was tense and silent. Teri Morales and young Angela Ashford were seated in the rear compartment. When they noticed Alice, both looked up quickly.
Angela's small voice broke the silence first. "Are you all right?"
Alice hesitated, then gave a faint, almost mechanical nod. "I'm fine."
Jill, sitting in the front, turned slightly to look at her. "What did they do to you?" she asked quietly, concern flickering beneath her professional tone.
Alice didn't answer immediately. Her thoughts were clouded — fragments of memories, experiments, and pain flashing like broken glass in her mind.
Back inside the Detroit branch, a grim-faced Umbrella supervisor sat before a console, eyes fixed on the monitor showing Alice's departure. His finger pressed a button. "Project Alice," he said in a low, chilling tone. "Initiate."
Inside the moving car, Alice suddenly stiffened. Her pupils contracted violently, reshaping into the familiar red-and-white Umbrella logo. For a moment, the symbol glowed faintly within her irises — then faded, her eyes returning to normal.
Carlos smiled at her from across the seat. "You can really come back strong, huh?" he said.
Alice blinked, feeling disoriented. She turned her gaze toward him, and for a split second, strange lines of data flickered across her vision — a retinal overlay scanning him automatically. Was that… my eye? she thought, uneasy.
"Yeah," she said finally, forcing a stiff smile. "I'm fine."
High above the city of Los Angeles, in the Umbrella Corporation's west coast headquarters, a man in a pristine suit stood before a panoramic window. The skyline shimmered under a red dusk. He smiled faintly, his eyes cold and calculating.
"Project Alice," he murmured. "Should begin."
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One Week Later
The fluorescent lights of the underground laboratory flickered softly, casting reflections off rows of metal instruments and sealed containment tubes. Dr. Charles Ashford stood before one of the tables, sealing a glass vial filled with shimmering blue liquid.
"In this sample," Ashford said carefully, "the impurities and unstable genes in the T-Virus have been completely rejected." He turned and handed the sealed glass tube to Jack, his latest and most unpredictable subject.
Jack held it up to the light, the blue fluid glinting like liquid sapphire. He smiled broadly. "Ha ha ha… Doctor, you really are remarkable. To accomplish so much in such a short time — impressive."
Ashford adjusted his glasses, his tone calm. "It had to be done."
Jack chuckled, setting the vial down on the counter. "I like that attitude, Doctor. Tell me — how should I repay you for your brilliance?"
Ashford didn't hesitate. "Bring my daughter back to me."
Jack's smile faded slightly. "Doctor… you might not know what's been happening outside these walls. The world's changed drastically in one week." He leaned casually against the counter. "The entire United States is swarming with reports of zombie attacks. The T-Virus outbreak is spreading faster than anyone can contain it."
Ashford's face paled. "What are you saying?"
Jack's tone remained almost cheerful. "I estimate that within three weeks, ninety-nine percent of the U.S. population will become infected. The T-Virus's spread is… unstoppable. So, Doctor, staying here is far safer for you."
Ashford's hands trembled slightly as he gripped the arms of his wheelchair. "No. I must find my daughter," he said firmly.
Jack sighed dramatically. "Ah, Doctor, why can't you just listen? Must you always make things difficult?" His voice hardened. "It seems I'll have to make sure you stay here permanently."
Ashford began wheeling himself backward, his eyes wide. "What do you intend to do?"
Jack's smirk returned. "What do I intend to do? Keep you safe from harm… forever." He stepped forward swiftly, his boots echoing on the floor.
Ashford spun his wheelchair, trying to move away, but Jack was faster. His hand clamped down on the handle of the chair, halting it abruptly.
"Jack, you'd kill me? Why?" Ashford shouted, struggling.
Jack's eyes were cold. "Kill? No, no, Doctor. That's such a cruel word." His tone dropped, quiet but deadly. "Think of it as… putting you beyond harm."
With terrifying ease, Jack grabbed the old man by the throat and lifted him off the chair.
"Let me go!" Ashford gasped, clawing at Jack's wrist. "You—you'd kill the man who helped create you!"
Jack's grip tightened. "Doctor, did you really think I didn't know what you were plotting?" he said, voice like steel. Then he threw Ashford to the floor.
"These samples you've made — yes, you removed the impurities," Jack said, lifting the vial again. "But you also altered the T-Virus's genetic structure. If anyone injected this, who knows what they'd become? Tell me, Doctor — shall we test it?"
Ashford stared up at him, horror in his eyes. "How do you know that?"
Jack pointed at his temple. "My brain has evolved beyond human limits. When I see something, I understand it — how it works, how it was made, how it can be destroyed."
Ashford's eyes widened in shock. "I underestimated you," he whispered. "You're even more terrifying than I imagined. I knew you were monitoring me, but not like this…"
Jack smirked. "You think I'd let you toy with my virus unsupervised? Don't delude yourself. You were just a tool, Doctor."
Ashford exhaled shakily. "Then it's true. I knew I couldn't escape you. I just hoped to strike back first."
Jack snorted and threw the vial to the ground. It shattered, the blue fluid spilling across the floor like scattered glass light.
"Useless," he muttered. "This is what matters."
He reached into his coat and pulled out another vial — this one faintly pulsing with a darker, richer blue.
Ashford's eyes widened. "That's the purified version — the one without the defect."
"Exactly," Jack said, his grin returning. "Built on your principles. So really, Doctor… I should thank you."
Ashford slumped, defeated. "I've lost."
Jack raised his pistol slowly, his face emotionless. "Doctor, I told you what happens to those who try to deceive me."
Bang!
The gunshot echoed through the lab, sharp and final. The bullet tore through Ashford's temple. His eyes went wide, then empty. His body went still.
Jack stood over him for a moment, silent. Then he exhaled, placing the pistol back inside his coat. He reached for a small jar of blood on the counter, holding it up to the sterile light.
"Rejecting impurities isn't enough," he murmured to himself, a thin smile curving across his lips. "Perfection… that's what I seek."
He turned and walked away, the echo of his footsteps fading into the cold, humming silence of the Umbrella laboratory.