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𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓
8:22 PM | 1998 SEPTEMBER 22 NEST FACILITY — OUTSKIRTS
CLICKING block high heels against the pristine polished tiled floor trailed behind the woman walking through the white hallways of the facility underground along the three or six researchers she passed on her way.
Lights of the square led ceiling panels shone above her as she casually, insipidly wander her eyes around the place she goes whenever she's unoccupied.
Glancing to her right, Krüger stopped, seeing a certain lone man stuck still on his lab.
Turning to the direction of the room, Reed slides the hermetic door open quietly, careful not to disturb the scientist.
Upon entering the laboratory, seeing empty white counters and only the doctor working in there, Reed rests her arms on the nearby counter.
Staring at the scientist's back, whose too observe staring at the Golgatha Virus Project in front of his eyes, working on it with his everything that he didn't notice the woman.
Golgotha was determined to be able to genetically alter a living being repeatedly unpredictably also, be able to repair damaged cells and revive the dead.
It ran counter to the Umbrella's plans to create reliable military grade bio organic weapons that could be controlled by the Army trainers.
A loud tap of a finger on the counter snapped the scientist out of trance, out of his mind completely wrapped around on successing the virus.
Birkin turned his head and saw Krüger, smiling at him ever since the day he shook her hand back at 1969 "Oh. . . It's just you." He said and turns away back to his work.
"Aren't you going to take a dinner break?" asked Reed, eyeing the disheveled man in wrinkled coat, a little bit concerned of his state,
"Last time I saw you out was ten days ago. Don't you have a plan on stepping out. . .see the sun at least, for a bit?"
"I don't have time for that." Birkin deadpanned, staring intently into a petri dish as he scribble notes at his pad.
"Well," Reed smiled, shaking her head, looking away from Birkin to the violaceous vials placed at spiral holder inside the large glass machine.
It's almost done. Krüger guess it, and just need to be polished.
It didn't even surprise her. William Birkin was a child prodigy afterall, who earned his doctorate as a teenager.
One of the leading scientists behind the T-virus also, and the discoverer of the Golgotha Virus of which he was head of the research project.
