Perhaps a Smaller Swine is Better

Prologue

Saddler groaned as he laid himself down on a bed. He was in his manor, laying down in one of the many master bedrooms.

He was in a lot of pain due to the blast of the rocket launcher that was sent at him by the American.

The American.

He let out a frustrated scream as his arm morphed and grabbed a chair. He flung it across the room at a wall, which made the chair turn to splinters on the floor.

"That fucking American pig! I should've killed him! He was never worthy of my gift!" He shouts.

There was a soft knock on the door. "My Lord, is everything okay?" Salazar asked. Saddler opened the door to see Salazar there. "You know you should be resting. The Plagas will heal you but it'll take some time and a bit of resting." He says to him. "I know I know my Lord, but I wanted to check on you." He says.

Saddler groaned and sits down on his bed, Salazar goes to join him. "Perhaps we underestimated that pig. But there is still an opportunity my Lord... Somewhere, somehow there is one." Salazar says, resting a hand on Saddler's back and giving it a soft rub.

"I know... But what shall we do?" Saddler asked. The both of them stayed quiet, pondering on what to do. "How about we eat with Mendez and discuss a plan?" Salazar suggested. "That is the best we can do for now." Saddler replies. Salazar grunts as he gets off the bed. "The chefs don't have much, but a small pig is in order for dinner my Lord." Salazar says.

Saddlers face then goes from upset, to a glitter of happinesses. "That's it my boy that's it!" He cries, standing up quickly. This catches Salazar's attention. "What is my Lord?" He asked. "That's the solution! We target a smaller being. Ms. Graham is the president's daughter and he sent his best to retrieve her. Kidnappings happen all the time in the United States. The police won't do anything." Saddler says. "That is brilliant my Lord!" Salazar says, "Absolutely brilliant!"

"We will not do it now. We all need time to heal. We will try again within a few months." He says to Salazar. "I shall pay Krauser a visit real quick." Saddler says, walking past Salazar. "Be sure to get the good wine out. We all could use some." Saddler says.

Krauser was resting on the other side of the manor. He had proven his worth to Saddler, so he was given a temporary place in Saddler's manor as the Ganados we're beginning the construction of his own. Since he was announced dead, he is unable to return to Umbrella. It's not like he wanted to anyways, he knew Ada would tell them what he has done to himself and if he were to go back he would be experimented on and he did not want that.

He was laying in bed, thinking of nothing but violence. He wanted to kill Leon and then kill Ada. He hated them both so much.

His thoughts are interrupted by a soft knock. He goes to his door and opens it to see Saddler. "I'm sorry to have bothered you, Krauser. May I talk to you about a plan?" Saddler asked. "Uhm... Sure." Krauser steps aside and allows the other male in.

"So let me get this straight. Once everything is in order and everyone is healed, you want me to go to America and pick out another American for the Plagas?" He asked. "That is correct." Saddler says. "Alright. Consider it done." He tells him. "Excellent" Saddler says.

A few months later:

Grace was walking home from high school. Her first few days weren't the best. Not a lot for her to do considering all the drama she wanted no part in taking.

A green jeep pulls up next to her. She looks up to see a rather attractive male. She is confused up until the man leaps from the car and grabs her, forcing a white rag over her mouth and nose. She dropped her phone and was knocked out.