Resident Evil: Oblivion

Saddler

Sebastian Saddler types away on the desk top computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard. He doesn't even sit in the stiff white chair in the bright white room. Machines in the glass room behind him work moving vials filled with golden liquid, some stabbing tiny needles inside and inserting a clear liquid.

A man in a HAZMAT suit is also in the room, looking through a scope at a slide of something; every now and then he uses a syringe to drip something thick and red onto the slide. A woman with a red braid tied down her back wearing a black pencil skirt and a dark blue shirt with a black thin suit jacket and bearing a clipboard types in the code to the room Sebastian works in. The doors slide open with the sound of releasing compressed air, and her heels click on the floor as she enters.

She stands there a moment, her clever green eyes watch him through her glasses. Sebastian rakes a hand through his brown hair and swivels around to another computer, clicking several times on the mouse. After a moment of waiting, she shifts the metal clipboard to one hand and places the other on his shoulder.

"Mr.Saddler, you're doing it again."

Sebastian sighs and stands up straight, stretching out his chest. The redhead slides her hand from his shoulder to his chest, walking in front of him. She looks up at him, craning her neck even in her heels. He looks down at her through tired eyes. "When will it change, Andie? Everything we do...there's no results!"

At the end of his rant he shoves the woman away from him and haunches over the computer screen again, still spitting data at him. Andie bites her lip and sits on the cold table, gently kicking her foot back and forth.  "You're missing something," she says.

"Obviously," he scoffs. "I need her blood."

"The blood of whom? That girl you've been entertaining? Just take it."

"You don't understand. Do you know who she is? If I just take it, we would have more problems than I know how to deal with right now."

"Does she know who you are? Does that guardian of hers know?"

"Of course not. It's better that way, for now. I will not meet the same end as my father. I will NOT make his mistakes."

Andie half smiles and shakes her head at him. "You're cute when you're frustrated."

"Stop it," he drawls and picks up his discarded writing pad and pen. "I don't have time nor patience for you to be foolish."

Andie's face goes stone cold as she jumps off the table and makes her way back out of the room. "Well, if you change your mind, I'm sure I can entertain you better than a high school girl. You know where I sleep."

The doors close behind her with another hiss and Sebastian goes back to work. He stares at the screen with a thoughtful look. He was only needing her blood; the Wesker gene was the last piece to the puzzle. Just how would he go about getting it?

The man looks at the picture of his Spanish father with his French mother. If he could destroy Leon S. Kennedy in the process of completing his work...then everything would just be perfect.

A/N: so we have some plot in this chapter, eh? Well let me know what you think!

I'm not sure yet what kind of schedule I'm going to set for this book just yet, but I think I'm going to write at least three chapters ahead between each update so I have some in drafts for quicker updates. Sounds like a plan to me. Let's see if I can keep it up.