Not long after their conversation, the other girls finally woke up. They were curious about who would show up so early in the morning. Naturally, several of them looked confused and shocked when they saw Aphrodite and Hera — especially Alyssa, Ada, Beca, Laura, January, and Rachel.
"Good morning, everyone. Oh, and for those who haven't met them yet — let me introduce you. This is Aphrodite and Hera," Allen said, introducing his two wives to the newer girls.
"Hello everyone, nice to meet you. Are all of you part of my new family as well?" Aphrodite asked, teasing the new girls a little.
"Hmm… how about we talk somewhere else so we can get to know each other better — you know, woman to woman. And Allen, don't follow us. This is women's business," Hera said, cutting Aphrodite off.
Allen just shrugged. "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
"Alright then, let's go find another place to chat," Aphrodite said, inviting the girls to leave the room. The group moved out, leaving Allen behind with Michaela and Christine, since the two of them weren't officially his lovers yet and were still acting as guards for the group.
Allen looked at his two beautiful bodyguards. He realized he had been ignoring them for quite a while — not because he wasn't interested, but because he truly didn't know how to approach them. He couldn't just suddenly ask them to sleep with him out of nowhere… even though he suspected they probably wouldn't mind.
"Michaela, Cristine, would you come with me for a moment? There's something I want to show you," Allen said. He felt that this was the right time to give them the serum—after all, he had seen how exceptional their performance had been in the Black Rose team.
"Okay, boss," they replied, following Allen into his office.
Once inside, Allen opened his storage compartment and took out two vials of serum. As expected, the women's eyes lit up instantly.
"So, I have a proposal for you two," Allen said, then continued, "You're already familiar with this serum, right?"
Michaela and Cristine nodded.
"Yeah, we know about it. Mother Wolf already told us," Cristine said, a hint of excitement in her voice.
"She said that the serum you created can enhance a person's physical condition several times over… basically turning them into a super soldier," she added, finishing hers sentence.
Michaela was also completely focused on looking at the serum; she seemed very interested in it. "So, boss, what do we have to do if we want that serum? I know you wouldn't just give it to us for free, right?" she said, because she understood that nothing in this world comes without a price.
"Well, if you want my serum, of course I only want you to work for me for the rest of your lives. So, how is it? Do you agree?" Allen replied while nodding. Yeah, he wanted full loyalty from his subordinates if they wanted this serum.
"What do you mean—does this mean we won't be able to retire?" Cristine asked, biting her lip. And Allen simply nodded. "Yup. So think it over carefully first. I'm not going to force you."
"I agree," said Michaela, who didn't seem to mind working for Allen forever. After all, she felt Allen wouldn't treat her badly if she worked for him—especially since she had already been living with him and the other girls these past few days in the same apartment.
"Are you sure?" Allen asked, looking at Michaela, and the woman just nodded.
Then Allen looked toward Cristine, who still hadn't answered.
"I-I agree too," Cristine finally said. Yeah, she also felt it wasn't a bad thing, even if it meant she couldn't retire now. Besides, it would be difficult for her to find work elsewhere anyway, especially because of the trouble she caused before she started working as a mercenary.
"Alright then, since you've all accepted our agreement, how about we move on to the next stage," Allen said, placing two mini tubes on the floor and then activating the Pym particles to enlarge the device to its normal size.
Cristine and Michaela, who were seeing this for the first time, were naturally shocked by it.
"Okay now, ladies, how about you take off all the clothes you're wearing and step inside so we can start the fusion process with this serum," Allen said with a grin.
The two girls then glanced at each other, raising one eyebrow, yeah, they felt like their boss was seizing the chance to ogle their beautiful bodies here.
But both of them didn't seem to mind at all and instead stripped naked right away and entered the tubes.
And Allen, who kept staring without shifting his gaze from their asses, just gave a light smile.
"Boss, how long are you gonna keep eyeing our bodies like that?" Michaela said, slightly covering parts of her body with both hands.
"Hahaha, okay, okay," Allen replied, then he injected them with the serum and activated the fusion tube.
This also made the two women fall into a deep sleep inside the chamber. Well, he then left the room—he had no intention of staring at their beautiful bodies any longer, since that would only make him look like some creepy, perverted guy.
...
Meanwhile, in the underground Umbrella lab beneath Raccoon City, six units of Tyrant-103 had already been shipped in a few days earlier. It seemed Umbrella was preparing for something big that was about to happen. At the same time, Daniel—who was currently working in the lab—was on the phone with his superior.
"Hello, this is Daniel. Can I speak with the Chairman regarding the G-Serum?" Daniel asked.
"Okay, please wait a moment," replied the attendant handling calls for Spencer.
Not long after, the line finally connected.
"What is it?" Spencer said.
"Boss, this is about the G-Serum that Dr. William has been developing. The G-Serum has been successfully completed and only needs testing and upgrades now. Oh, and boss—I think William is trying to reach out to the military. It looks like he's planning to escape from this place soon. I've confirmed it, and it seems there are also several military spies attempting to infiltrate the facility," Daniel reported over the phone.
"Alright. Good work. I'll send my people to secure the serum immediately. And as for William—if he still refuses to hand over his research, then I won't have any choice but to eliminate him. As for you, I expect you to try convincing William to reconsider his decision," Spencer replied. For him, having subordinates he could not control was unacceptable; absolute control was what mattered most.
"Okay, boss. I understand. I'll do my best," Daniel said, and shortly after that, the call ended. This time, he felt a small spark of excitement—especially at the thought of receiving a reward for all his hard work.
Meanwhile, in the lab where William was currently working, he was also contacting the military. He looked quite satisfied, as it seemed he would finally be able to escape from this place soon.
"Hahaha… Umbrella! Spencer! You'll never see it coming—that I'd betray you. There's no way I'm letting you take the results of my research, something I worked so hard to achieve," he said while staring at the purple serum tube he had prepared.
Little did William know that his fate was already sealed, and escaping from Umbrella would remain nothing more than a dream.
...
Meanwhile in Europe—inside the Tricell headquarters—Albert Wesker was in the middle of a quiet meeting with several members of the company's High Council. The room was dimly lit, screens flickering with streams of encrypted data he had stolen from Umbrella's main server. The atmosphere was thick with tension and ambition.
Wesker leaned back in his chair, adjusting his sunglasses. "As you can see, gentlemen… and ladies," he said calmly, "the data extracted from Umbrella's primary network includes complete records on the T-Virus, the T-Serum evolution logs, and the development notes for Tyrant Model 002. More than enough for our purposes."
The elders exchanged looks—some excited, some cautious.
One of them, Chairman Lansdale, spoke up first. "Wesker… if what you've delivered is authentic, this gives Tricell a very real opportunity. We've been in Umbrella's shadow for decades. With this, we can finally compete—and surpass them."
A senior elder, Ms. Hargreave, folded her hands. "But are you certain Umbrella didn't notice your intrusion? Their internal security is notoriously tight."
Wesker smirked faintly. "Umbrella's security systems are outdated relics. I have been working with them for a long time, so I know their security system very well, slipping past their firewalls was… trivial. Spencer and his board remain blissfully unaware."
Another elder leaned forward, excitement in his eyes. "With T-Virus data and Tyrant schematics, we can begin mass production. The black market will devour this technology."
"Exactly," Wesker replied. "But our goal isn't just profit. Umbrella is collapsing from the inside. Corruption, infighting, incompetence… It's only a matter of time before they fall. Tricell must be positioned to take their place."
The room fell silent for a moment as the thought settled.
Tricell—the new giant of bioweapons.
Hargreave exhaled slowly. "Then we move forward. What do you need from us?"
Wesker closed the file on his tablet. "Funding. Privacy. And absolute trust. I'll refine the T-Serum, correct Umbrella's failures, and create a new generation of bio-organic weapons. Efficient, controllable, and powerful."
"If you want us to cooperate, then we want the G-Virus as well. Can you acquire it?" one of the Elders asked.
"Don't worry. I already have a plan to obtain a G-Virus sample," Wesker replied. "But of course, I'll need funding to make it happen."
In his mind, he was already thinking about a certain well-known mercenary—Ada Wong. She had attempted to infiltrate Umbrella facilities several times. Naturally, he knew about Ada; after all, he had encountered her once during a previous mission back when he was still with S.T.A.R.S. But only recently did he confirm it after checking the current mercenary roster.
However, her services were extremely expensive, and he needed money to hire her.
Lansdale nodded. "Very well, Wesker. Tricell will support your project—as long as you can bring us results worth the investment."
Wesker rose from his seat, a faint grin forming.
"Oh, you will have results. Umbrella's era is ending… and we will be the ones to inherit its ashes."
He walked out of the room with the calm confidence of a man who had already foreseen the future—
and planned to rule it.
He was also planning to look for several talented researchers within Tricell, and on that list were a few names that caught his interest.
One of them was Excella—her ambition to rise within Tricell Group was more than enough to make Wesker consider recruiting her.
Unfortunately for him, Wesker had no idea that Excella already belonged entirely to Allen, and winning her over would be nearly impossible. After all, there was no guarantee that Allen would ever allow something like that to happen.
...
Meanwhile, back in Raccoon City, news about a cannibalistic cult operating in the northern outskirts had started to spread like wildfire. Every major station was running the same headline—reports of police units clashing with the cult deep within the abandoned water treatment facility the group had taken over.
According to the broadcasts, many members of the cult appeared to be infected with some kind of contagious virus that drove its victims insane, forcing them to attack others like rabid animals. The story highlighted Lieutenant Marvin as the officer in charge of resolving the incident. They claimed that he had successfully contained the situation, though the casualties were disturbingly high: 24 officers killed, and 126 others injured in the attempt to suppress the cult.
Umbrella, of course, didn't waste the opportunity to polish its public image. The company offered a "generous" five-million-dollar donation as a reward for the RPD's efforts. The money was handed to Chief Brian as a symbolic gesture—supposedly to be distributed among the hardworking officers who risked their lives to end the crisis.
At the same time, Ada was quietly reading the newspaper, barely able to stop herself from laughing. She could already tell who wrote the article.
Of course it was Alyssa.
"Well… I didn't expect you to put out a garbage report like this," Ada said, lowering the newspaper with an amused smirk.
"Hey! I didn't have much of a choice, okay?" Alyssa shot back, clearly annoyed. "If you're disappointed with the way it turned out, then blame Allen. He's the one who told me to revise it like that in the first place."
"Okay, okay—both of you, calm down," Rebecca said as she stepped in between them, carrying drinks for the group. "We don't need a fight breaking out this early in the morning."
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