Albert Wesker

The helicopter begins its descent as the target ship, their landing site, comes into view. Perhaps the first agent, Wong, failed to retrieve the progenitor virus of the Plagas, but you, Wesker's long-time and loyal agent, managed to secure something no less useful: a body containing particles of that virus, which was also a valuable asset. Jumping from the helicopter, you stretched your shoulders, feeling a slight fatigue after a long but successful reconnaissance mission. The straps of the holsters on your hips and chest pressed down, uncomfortably chafing the skin beneath your clothes, but this was all familiar to you; the slight pain seemed to even soothe you. After greeting your colleagues, who also worked under Wesker's command, you headed inside the ship while the others unloaded the body to take it to the laboratory. Using a keycard, you entered Wesker's office without warning; only you were granted such freedom, a well-deserved trust. — Welcome back. - Wesker said reservedly, settling himself on the sofa.