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Allen and Alex chatted for a while, exchanging casual pleasantries. But after that brief small talk, Allen shifted the conversation to something more serious.
"By the way… about this project, how far has it progressed?" Allen asked, wanting to know more about it.
"Well, as far as I know, the project hasn't been officially approved yet," Alex replied, her tone calm and elegant as she sat gracefully at her desk. "But Spencer already sent me a sample of the virus earlier. He wanted me to analyze it."
Hearing that, Allen immediately began reviewing the virus sample data on his screen, scrolling through the documents with a thoughtful expression.
"T-Phobos Virus…" he muttered, trying to recall something.
If I'm not mistaken, this virus appears in Resident Evil: Revelations 2… and Alex ends up being the final boss.
He exhaled softly and shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. "Thanks for the info, darling. Oh, and I wanted to ask—could you help me get involved in this project as well? It'd be a hassle if I had to sneak into it myself."
Allen had already considered the risks: if he secretly extracted the people held there, Umbrella would undoubtedly hunt them down again, forcing him to protect them nonstop. It would be far more efficient to handle things openly.
"Hmmm, sure," Alex said warmly. "I'll see what I can do to make that happen."
"Oh, by the way," Allen added with a playful smile, "when's your next day off?"
"Hmmm… probably sometime in October," Alex answered, her tone turning teasing. "Why? Don't tell me you're already missing me?"
"Well, of course I miss you," Allen replied smoothly, his voice full of warmth.
They shared a few more light, intimate exchanges before finally ending their call—both with faint smiles, already anticipating the next time they'd see each other again.
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Early in the morning in Raccoon City, a blonde woman with long hair stepped out of a car. From the way she moved, it was clear she had received special training.
"I've arrived in Raccoon City, Hunnigan. What are my next orders?" the woman said, speaking through her C.I.A. Field Operations Support (FOS) line.
"Rachel, you have two objectives," replied a composed, bespectacled woman on the other end as she monitored several screens. "First, head to the R.P.D. You'll find a hidden passage there that leads to the sewers connected to Umbrella's underground lab. Once you locate William, mark his position. Second, you need to find Allen Winter. Try to approach him—and if things in the city start to get dangerous, your priority is to extract him immediately."
The second mission clearly came directly from Senator Ron Davis himself.
"Understood…" Rachel replied before cutting the communication link. She let out a small sigh as she adjusted her earpiece.
"I really hate this job…" she muttered, a hint of irritation crossing her face. It was supposed to be her time off—yet here she was, thrown into another mission.
Meanwhile, back at the apartment, Excella had just received a message from her subordinates regarding several federal movements that had begun taking place. She immediately relayed the information to Allen.
"Hmmm… looks like the Feds have gone crazy over the G-Virus. I also heard that Simmons has found a researcher to study both the T-Virus and the G-Virus," Ada said as she joined the conversation.
"Well, I'm not surprised. The bioweapon market seems very promising," Excella replied, clearly still thinking about the potential profits.
But Allen immediately pinched her thigh—he could tell exactly what that naughty woman was thinking.
"Well, don't ever think about it," Allen said casually, his hand resting on Excella's ass as she sat on his lap.
"Okay, okay, I get it," Excella replied before continuing, "Looks like my little vacation here is over," she added softly, wrapping her arms around Allen as they sat together on the couch.
"Hmm? Are you leaving?" Allen asked.
"Yeah, I'm worried that the people from Tricell might find out I'm here. Besides, I came in secret," she replied.
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Two hours later, Excella had finished packing and was ready to leave.
"Alright, be careful on the way. Don't forget to call me when you get there," Allen said to her, before glancing at Karena, who was also preparing to escort Excella back to L.A.
"Of course. I'll call you when I arrive," Excella replied, leaning in to give Allen a kiss.
Meanwhile, Karena nodded. "Take care of my daughter while I'm gone, okay? I'll bring your woman back safely," she said, giving Allen a quick kiss before turning to leave.
"Don't worry—your daughter will be perfectly safe in my hands," Allen replied with a grin.
However, the other women who overheard that exchange couldn't help but think otherwise. It was hard for them to believe that Laura would actually be safe in the hands of someone like Allen—a charming predator in their eyes.
Of course, Allen had no idea what was going through their minds.
Not long after, Excella and Karena left the apartment, heading toward the helipad.
"Allen, you really don't seem interested in the G-Virus," Ada said as she sat down beside him.
"It's not that I'm not interested—but I'm not into failed products like that," Allen replied casually.
"Well… that sounds about right, coming from you," Ada said with a knowing smile as she looked at him.
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Later that night, Umbrella seemed unusually busy. Several workers at the company's waste processing facility had become infected and turned into zombies, attacking everyone nearby—even the on-site security personnel.
As a result, Umbrella had no choice but to dispatch their mobile units to the area. They even deployed their antivirus formula, but for some reason, it didn't work as expected, causing the number of casualties to rise rapidly.
When Sergei heard about the incident, he immediately intervened, deploying his elite soldiers to contain the situation before it spiraled completely out of control.
Upon arriving at the waste disposal site, Sergei spoke directly to the man in charge.
"What's the damage report?" Sergei asked.
"Almost all the staff in the facility have been infected. Even the drainage channels leading into the city are contaminated with the T-Virus. If we don't stop this soon, it could trigger a full-scale outbreak," the supervisor explained nervously.
"Sir, if we seal off the facility and activate the chamber incineration system to sterilize the area, we might be able to prevent the leak," a scientist in a lab coat suggested as he rushed over.
Hearing that, Sergei's expression remained cold and unreadable.
At that moment, he already understood—the city's fate was practically sealed.
He was also aware that Dr. William had already relocated the G-Serum research team somewhere else beforehand.
"Use the new sulfuric acid compound to clean this place," Sergei ordered coldly. "Don't return until every trace of contamination has been completely eradicated."
In truth, Sergei didn't really care about the outbreak itself. What mattered to him was buying time—time for Spencer to move Umbrella's most critical assets out of reach before everything collapsed.
As long as the core resources survived, Sergei believed a new Umbrella could one day rise from the ashes.
Meanwhile, the news quickly reached Allen—delivered by Wednesday through Yoko, who had been closely monitoring Umbrella's movements.
Rebecca, who overheard the report, couldn't hide her concern.
"Allen… do you have any way to stop this?" she asked, her voice slightly tense.
"Don't worry, sweetheart," Allen replied calmly. "If things get worse, I'll help the people who want to escape the city."
Deep down, he knew that was probably the only thing he could do for the people here.
"Oh, right—could you keep an eye on Laura for me?" Allen added, glancing at Rebecca. "I don't want her wandering around alone, especially after this. It's going to be dangerous out there."
"Of course. Leave it to me," Rebecca replied without hesitation. She understood that this situation was already far beyond what even Allen could fully control.
While, Svetlana and Ada reacted very differently.
Instead of worrying, the two women seemed… intrigued.
Without wasting time, they began preparing several contingency plans—just in case the situation in the city spiraled into complete chaos.
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The next morning, Raccoon City was as busy as ever. No one seemed to notice the incident that had taken place at the city's largest waste disposal facility.
However, a few people had already begun reporting missing persons to the R.P.D.—yet Chief Brian simply ignored them, instructing his officers to focus on other cases instead.
Meanwhile, the detectives who tried to investigate those disappearances quietly began to vanish one by one—all eliminated under Brian's secret orders.
Alyssa, on the other hand, had been planning to interview the families of the missing victims, but Allen forbade her from doing so.
Naturally, that left her sulking, clearly annoyed that he was getting in the way of her investigation into Umbrella's corruption.
However, Allen managed to convince Alyssa after he rendered her helpless in bed that morning.
When Allen stepped out of his room, he immediately noticed Laura staring at him with a flushed face. It didn't take a genius to figure out why—she had probably heard everything that happened between him and Alyssa from morning until noon.
"Hey, Laura, are you busy today?" Allen asked as he casually approached his soon-to-be stepdaughter. At the very least, he wanted to build a good relationship with her—after all, her mother was his lover.
"No, not really. There's not much to do in this city anyway," she replied, her tone tinged with boredom. Lately, she had spent most of her days lounging around with nothing exciting to do.
"Hmmm, how about you come with me to the R.P.D.?" Allen offered, guessing she was getting restless. He planned to take her to the shooting range there to test out some new weapons he'd bought from Robert.
"The R.P.D.? What are we going there for?" Laura asked curiously.
"Just come along—you'll see soon enough," Allen replied with a small grin, extending his hand toward her.
Laura blinked, surprised by the gesture. Her face turned even redder when his fingers wrapped around hers. Yet instead of pulling away, she found herself holding on, quietly enjoying the warmth of his hand as they walked together toward the R.P.D.
When they arrived at the training area where the S.T.A.R.S. members usually practiced, Allen turned to her.
"Have you ever handled a gun before?" he asked.
Laura shook her head. "No… um, why are we here? Is it really okay for you to bring me here?" she asked, her voice slightly nervous.
"Well, I brought you here so we could spend some time together while practicing your shooting skills," Allen said casually. "And don't worry, this is my workplace. I've already got permission. Now, want to try shooting a few targets?"
He gestured for her to come closer as he picked out a gun suitable for a beginner.
"I think this one will suit you," Allen said, taking a modified Glock—its recoil was light, making it perfect for her to start with.
He then guided her toward the equipment table.
"Alright, first—safety rules. Keep your finger off the trigger until you're ready to shoot, always point the muzzle behind the safety line, and make sure the safety's on whenever you handle the weapon."
He demonstrated carefully, and Laura watched closely before mimicking his stance.
"Okay… I'll be careful," she said softly.
A few hours passed, and it seemed Laura was starting to enjoy herself. In fact, she turned out to be quite talented.
"Good. Now try holding it like this—feet shoulder-width apart, knees slightly bent, eyes on the target. Take a breath, aim, then exhale slowly as you squeeze the trigger," Allen instructed.
Laura raised the pistol nervously, lined up her shot, and fired. The sharp crack echoed through the training room as the target swayed slightly.
"Not bad," Allen said, impressed. "You hit near the center. Try again—control your breathing."
Laura smiled faintly, her confidence growing. This time she was steadier—one, two, three more shots—each one more consistent than the last.
Allen stood beside her, giving small corrections to her posture and aim.
After a few rounds, he pointed at the pattern on the target. "See? You're starting to group your shots. Keep this up, and you'll get even better."
Laura lowered the gun and looked at him, her eyes glimmering slightly. "Thank you… I didn't think I'd learn this fast."
Allen handed her a bottle of water. "Shooting isn't about strength—it's about stability. You're doing great for a beginner."
Their eyes met briefly, a faint warmth passing between them before Laura looked away, slightly flustered.
"Allen… why are you going through all this trouble to teach me? You don't have to," she said softly.
Allen shrugged. "Because I don't want you just sitting around doing nothing. And… I like knowing you can protect yourself. In this world, that matters."
Laura nodded. "Alright then… when do we train again?"
"Whenever you want," Allen replied with a grin. "Now come on—let's work on reload drills."
They spent the rest of the afternoon practicing, Allen even turning it into a small game to make things more fun.
Later that evening, they returned home. On the way back, Allen stopped by a restaurant with Laura. They chatted about her campus life, his relationships, and how he first met her mother.
"Hmm… my mom really is lucky," Laura said, though she still found their relationship hard to believe.
"So, how's campus life? Got a boyfriend? With your looks, I'm sure plenty of guys are chasing you," Allen teased.
Laura blushed slightly. "No, I've never dated anyone. I'm still single, okay? Don't laugh—it's embarrassing," she said, taking a sip of her drink.
"Oh? Why not?" Allen asked curiously.
"I'm just… scared. I'm not ready for that kind of thing," she admitted quietly.
Memories of her past surfaced—her father, her mother, that traumatic night. Her hands trembled slightly, though she tried to hide it.
But Allen noticed.
He moved closer, gently taking her hand. "Don't be afraid. I know what you've been through—your mother told me. And I promised her I'd take care of both of you," he said softly.
Laura's trembling stopped. Somehow, his touch made her feel safe.
Without thinking, she leaned in and hugged him tightly, as if she didn't want to let go.
They stayed like that in silence for a while.
Later, when they returned to the apartment, Laura smiled softly.
"Thank you, Allen," she said—before suddenly leaning in to kiss his cheek, then quickly running off to her room.
The other girls who witnessed it were left a bit speechless.
"Where exactly did you two go?" Ada asked, her tone full of suspicion.
"We just went to the shooting range, and after that, grabbed something to eat," Allen said casually, sitting down on the couch next to Ada and Rebecca.
"Are you sure that's all you did?" Ada teased, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah, why? Did something seem off?" Allen replied, completely calm.
"Oh, nothing strange," Svetlana chimed in as she entered the room. "It's just… surprising you didn't try to flirt with her. I figured you'd be interested in that girl," she added while sitting beside Rebecca, who had been quiet the whole time—mainly because she was feeling a bit of déjà vu. After all, Laura's situation wasn't that different from how she had first met Allen.
"Well, who said I wasn't interested?" Allen said with a grin. "Laura's a beautiful and kind girl, after all."
It was a good thing Laura didn't hear that—if she had, her feelings would've been even more confused than they already were.
After chatting for a bit with his girls, Allen returned to his workspace. He glanced over the list Yoko had sent him—she'd asked for help upgrading his supercomputer to expand Wednesday's processing range and improve efficiency. Allen started browsing through the components she needed, planning which ones to order.
But in the middle of that, his phone suddenly rang.
"Hello, is this Dr. Winter?" came a man's voice on the other end—someone Allen didn't recognize.
"Yes, this is me. And who's calling?" Allen replied, a bit confused. From the man's accent, he sounded French.
"My name is Daniel Fabron. The chairman has instructed me to invite you to join the Resistance Project. Would you be available to participate in some of the upcoming trials we'll be conducting?" Daniel said politely.
Allen's eyes narrowed slightly. Daniel Fabron… one of Umbrella's men assigned to keep tabs on William. That caught his interest.
'Could this guy also be working under Alex's orders?' he wondered silently.
He wasn't entirely sure yet—but it definitely felt like something Alex had arranged to help him infiltrate this project more easily.
"Sorry, but I'm busy—and honestly too lazy to participate in your little experiment," Allen said flatly, rejecting the offer. He wanted to see how Daniel would react.
"Dr. Winter, this is a direct order from my chairman. I really hope you'll cooperate with us," Daniel replied, his tone tightening. It was clear he'd be in serious trouble if Allen refused to show up. After all, this request came directly from Spencer himself—who had made it very clear that failure would result in Daniel becoming the next test subject.
Daniel couldn't help but feel that Umbrella had been descending into chaos lately.
"Well, if you want me to come," Allen said, leaning back comfortably in his chair, "then I want compensation. I don't work for free."
Daniel clenched his jaw, forcing himself to stay composed. "Alright… what do you want?" he asked, suppressing his irritation.
Spencer had ordered him to keep Allen under surveillance and find a way to control him. Meanwhile, Alex had explicitly warned Daniel not to harm the man—she still needed him for her own research.
In other words, Allen Winter couldn't simply be eliminated… no matter how much Daniel wanted to.
"I need two test subjects for my personal research, and if I find any suitable ones in your lab, I might take them directly," Allen said.
"Okay, anything else?" Daniel asked, letting out a sigh.
"If possible, I want to enter through a hidden route. You know I don't want too much contact with Umbrella right now — with all the bad rumors lately, I'm worried that if I'm seen too close to you guys, my company's reputation might get dragged down too," Allen said, clearly wanting to end the call as soon as possible.
"All right. Tomorrow, I'll send someone to pick you up near the Stadium," Daniel replied before quickly ending the call.
"Stadium, huh," Allen muttered with a shrug. He didn't think much of it and went back to what he was doing earlier.