Preparations (Mia!)

[shades]

The room was black, and wide. The only light in the room came from the entrance, where the red lights surrounding the stairs left a red glow emanating from under the closed door. The room itself was nearly featureless except for a metal post, disc drives on it, placed next to a chair, which was in front of a digital screen, which stretched around the room, reaching from the floor to the ceiling. Sitting in the chair was the man who never removed his sunglasses. Fingers tapped armrests, glowing green keypads on them, controlling the screen, filled with data. Geographical data, maps, population records, everything appearing and shifting around on the screen as Wesker's eyes followed them without a problem, pushing his eyesight to accommodate the speed the information was moving around the screen at. The location had to be perfect.

It had been only a few weeks since he had convinced Mia to accept him as her Designated Superior, and already she had studied the data he had given her inside and out and offered several possible alterations to the structure of the T-Virus, which he found remarkable (Almost as remarkable as the number of file cabinets she had managed to fill with notes in the short time she had begun working with him.) He was not very surprised when she came to him with a request. To help their mutual goals, she felt she needed to see the T-Virus in action, to see how it's current effects work for herself, which Wesker was only too happy to oblige. Now he just had to locate the appropriate location to release it into. Several factors affected that, such as size of the city, the population, whether there was a strong military presence nearby, and of course, whether any metahumans were nearby. They were a wild card, which Wesker was not a fan of. Well, not a fan of when the wild card isn't himself, that is.

One of the maps that popped up caught his eye, quick glances across it piquing his interest. A quick flick of a finger across a mouse installed in the armrest threw the other information off the screen, while a second flick brought all the info associated with the map up. He looked it over. Mockingbird Island. A city/island in the near the coast of California. Population was only 9,000, which was much more manageable then the 100,000 Raccoon had. The main way in was a single bridge. Cripple it, and the ability to send others into the island was significantly lowered. Yes, this was exactly what was needed. The ideal environment to allow his new partner to see the virus in action. Wesker leaned back in his chair and smirked.

“Perfect.”

[Mia]

Staring off at a notepad and sitting upon the floor on the opposite side of the room with a cord coming from her bag connected to the outlet was none other than Mia with a box filled with a few papers. All of them seemed as though they were written on as much as possible while still being completely readable by a normal human considering she had to share her data somehow. Not to mention some of them had diagrams and graphs here and there as though they were generated by a computer...which they pretty much were. The computer just had a body of its own and could walk around is all! Being careful not to smear the ink as she continued writing with the lines across her eyes while splitting herself between the real and digital world to continue her research. All of the data she had collected and analyzed was really quite interesting. In a way, it was a lot like sorting out which medicines worked best with its specific patients.

Using that concept of the T-Virus being a prescription medicine, there were quite a few ways they'd have to alter it to make it compatible. However, even she with all her knowledge and capabilities of seeking out information was still limited with just the medicine and no patients to work with. So that's why she requested a field test, this way she could take more notes on the T-Virus in effect and compare it with all the file cabinets and this box she was beginning to fill of data she collected thus far. Narrowing her eyes a bit, it seemed as though from what she was piecing together bit by bit with caution and care that they just may need multiple forms of the T-Virus for different groups of patients. Constantly moving her pen upon the paper's surface, those neon blue optics almost seemed to glow a bit as though they were little night lights or something. Admittedly...even though she enjoyed helping patients who were mentally ill, this task actually seemed a bit more interesting. Reason being she found her previous patients to be a simple task and this one was a bit more complex and proved to be a little more of a challenge.

In a strange way, it was a nice change of pace. Carefully flipping the paper over exposing that it was now completely written on both sides, she began working on a graph consisting of the different T-Virus structure alterations they could try working on. All complete with how it seems each would work according to just the data she was given. The levels of effectiveness as well as compatibility with various common types of the human genetic make up. Having quite a few note references here and there, the android female with a rather blue color scheme did in fact realize that she'd have to reorganize everything later. Or at the very least come up with a better label system. Despite it being fine now...still...she felt as though it was best to make future preparations just in case.

Sure, she knew her new Designated Superior wasn't an idiot and seemed a lot more intelligent than her own creators, but this was only the beginning of her note taking. Barely scratching at the surface of what she deemed fit to be enough data for a high percentage of success. After the graph was complete, her seemingly delicate fingers carefully pinched onto the clip before moving the papers with writing on them into the box. Obviously, Mia had a digital copy of every single little thing she wrote out, but having it on hand was much easier to deal with in terms of sharing it with a living being. Plus a little more confidential since it was common knowledge that if the incredible note taker sent it via e-mail that others might discover the information through the little cracks of the internet. Quite frankly, she wasn't about to share this with anyone but her current Designated Superior.

Clamping the clip back on along with the pen, a soft little chime went off in her head indicating that her battery was finally charged all the way. It was really such a nuisance to act like a laptop! Without enough energy it'd be lights out for her...but at least she'd have a little more than enough for this test. Pulling out the plug with a slight frown across her lips, part of her wished that she had an alternate way to have energy and not require lugging a bag around. Wrapping up the cord, her eyes gradually shifted back to looking as though they were normal to cut herself away from the digital world at this time moments before tucking it away in one of the pockets. Placing the clip board in her bag as well since there was more than enough room regardless of her usual equipment before picking up the box and about to sort all of her notes to make it easier for the man who didn't seem to take of his sunglasses ever again to find what he wanted to take a look at, but that's when she heard him say a single word: Perfect. ...What was perfect?

Did he find a place for them to have a field test of the T-Virus yet? As aware as she was of how many lives would be lost...or rather how many she calculated in the process of her note taking to get this T-Virus thing right...it didn't seem to phase her very much. In her opinion, it was a small price to pay for the doors to open for many cures! As her steps guided her on over toward the blonde haired fellow who was leaning back in the chair. "Wesker, sir...did you discover a place for the T-Virus to be tested?" With a polite, yet calm inquiring tone while letting a slight smile cross her lips as though she was hoping for the other half of the note taking process to begin display a fragment of itself in her composure. Not bothering to set the box down, she simply held onto it while standing a couple feet away.

It wasn't that she was scared of him or something silly like that, she even came to terms that there was a possibility of being put into the dumpster so to speak when her use came to an end yet she still stuck around after those statistics, but more along the lines of to give him the space he needed if any while trying to do his research. Unsure of if he had any other tasks for her, even something simple like running out for groceries, the obedient android awaited his response or even any orders to fulfill hoping not to be a nuisance. Despite her notes being useful to someone who appreciated extensive details for their research, her creators pondered on how to make her less of a tree killing note taker...considering how much paper she ended up using for something that wasn't even complete. They thought it was juuuust a bit much. Hopefully that wasn't going to be the case this time, something like this couldn't be simplified without increasing the risk for errors!

[shades]

Wesker turned his head to look at his new partner, busy writing more notes while charging. That was the only downside he had seen so far with her, that she required charging. It could lead to unneeded problems if she required/was charging in the middle of a combat situation. He thought briefly on looking into alternate charging methods that wouldn't require her to be plugged into a wall. He filed that thought away for later.

Another, though not as significant problem was the sheer amount of notes she took. He had read, in the various reports her creators' had done on her, that she had a proficiency for what they deemed “mass tree slaughter.” Wesker had thought they were joking in their reports, that level of unprofessionalism meshing with the mental image he had of her creators. However, now that she had been working with him for a few weeks, he saw that they were actually being quite serious. He would just have to give her a room just for her notes. A very large room.

The more pressing issue was, if they were forced to leave the facility due to an attack (though it was highly unlikely to occur due to the facility's secrecy, he knew anything, ANYTHING, was possible), then they likely would not have time to carry all of the file cabinets with her notes out, meaning all of her notes would be available to those who attacked the facility, giving them information on everything. He made a mental note to place hidden charges on all file cabinets just in case.

Still, her uses FAR outweighed the few minor problems. In the few weeks she had been working with him, her proposed changes to the T-Virus had set him far more forward then he had anticipated he would be at this point. Indeed, he had made a very good decision to seek Mia out. Though he had expected her want to help her “patients” to make her unsure about the lives that would be lost due to their research, she accepted that some would have to die for it. A small number of people, to save the rest of them. Acceptable Losses.

Ah, she was done charging. Excellent timing. She wanted to know if he had found the testing environment. Even better timing. “Yes, Mia. I have.” he said as he gestured to the screen, wanting her attention there. He flicked his finger over the mouse wheel in his armrest, bringing all of the info back up onto the screen. “Mockingbird Island. As the name implies, it's an island city, with the only easy way in being a singular bridge.” he brought up images of the bridge, all from different angles. “Two operatives can place charges on the bridge's supports, bringing it down once the outbreak begins. This will help keep unneeded elements, such as the military and at least some metas, from interfering in the test. Crippling the bridge will also significantly lower the chances of any infected individuals managing to make it back to land and causing an outbreak on the mainland.” A large-scale outbreak like that was severely unneeded right now.

“It also has a smaller population, which will make total outbreak easier to start. We need to simply release one undead into the city, and the number of infected will rapidly rise.” He had always found the saying “It only takes one” to be best for describing outbreaks. People never thought an undead was what it was, instead thinking it was a costume, or someone badly hurt. And once they were close enough to realize it was neither, it was too late, and 1 would become 2. And from there the numbers multiplied at a high rate. With a larger population, while the rate of time to total outbreak was much higher, it was also much harder to keep track of the various infected, unideal for this kind of test.

He looked back at Mia, satisfied with his explanation of the location. “So, Mia, is this a suitable environment for you?”

[Mia]

Thankfully for her, all those notes she had been taking didn't get complaints like her creators enjoyed nit picking on as though paper was the most expensive thing in the world. Then again, they were the same individuals who managed to let her slip passed their fingertips and somehow fall into the hands of her new Designated Superior. Maybe she should be grateful that they had a greed stronger than the time and effort they put into working on her otherwise who knows? Perhaps the android seeking out cures would still be residing at Arkham, only focusing on mental illness instead of a bigger picture that this man had introduced her to. The demand for cures were much stronger and highly needed than she originally thought in the past when she was actually appreciated by her creators, they kept her artificial mind inside of a little box seeing only one aspect. If only they knew of all the solutions and cures she'd be creating, they'd be disgusted with themselves! A fragment of her couldn't wait to prove them wrong through all of this research which would be applied sooner or later, when she had all the data as balanced as she could after this...they would be just that much closer to phase two.

All the calculations within the data bank compiling her mind knew that this was only the beginning. However, as long as her new Designated Superior, Albert Wesker, was willing to work with her and pay far more attention to her suggestions than those who were in charge of her project...well...things would go smoothly. Team work would become like clockwork at this point...which it definitely seemed like already. What a relief too! When the blonde's words reached her indicating that he did in fact find a place for them to run the first test, she watched him gesture toward the screen and fixated her gaze upon all the pixels making up the information he gathered. How strange...yet...nice it was to actually work with someone who didn't completely rely on her abilities only to complain about it later. Listening intently to his explanation as well as maintaining her gaze upon the screen's surface to contrast and compare what he was telling her to what was being displayed. Not to look down upon him for being a normal human, she just wanted to make certain that nothing was missed because there was room for flaws.

So far though, she was actually quite content with how well he was doing at explaining everything and all of the information upon the screen was more for a visual display to nit the details together. This only confirmed that he was competent as her Designated Superior and she was finally going to discover what it was like to work alongside someone who wasn't a pushover to work around. Targeting an island city already seemed like a good plan, especially one where using a bridge was the main form of going to and from Mockingbird Island. Taking a good look at all the images of the bridge, observing them for herself, the android with neon blue optics couldn't help but agree that placing charges on the supports would be the best route for its destruction. Yes...with that bridge out of the way, it would definitely heighten the percentage of containment for a test such as this and stopped not only the risk of other patients out there, but also unnecessary attention from authorities trying to pinpoint who was behind it. Even she figured out that if this got out of hand that they'd both be at a higher risk than need-be and it could prove to be a huge obstacle that neither of them needed. Of course she would protect the both of them as much as she could by discretely altering data to divert attention from ever coming their way, but even that could only do so much if the situation was out of their control in terms of the test.

All the variables continued to be calculated while still maintaining her focus on Wesker's words as well as the screen before her. This was most certainly good news, a smaller population was definitely easier to control, less to worry about for both of them really. Then there was the fact that all they needed was one undead in there to initiate the test which was a perfect proposition considering she was actually hoping to see and monitor for herself how quickly a single patient could infect an entire city. Such a test was going to tie up all the loose ends and she couldn't be more content about that! With the way he made it sound, it was going to be fairly quick which made her look forward to the second portion of phase one beginning. Keeping everything observed and listened to stored into her memory just in case like she did with her own notes considering how many things could possibly happen to a hard copy, that's when he looked back to her which prompted to return her full attention to him. At the moment, she had enough data stored to compare notes so she could be polite and give him her full attention...or at least seem like it since she was a major multitasker.

Was this a suitable environment for her? Taking a very short moment to weigh out everything, she came across a single minor problem: boats. Certainly it would take much longer for help to come over sea and air than it would by bridge, however one of their infected patients could get stuck in a boat and when everything was said and done...BOOM! It could be a problem when people go on in to investigate. No matter how much data she was capable of tampering with, there were always those who would put their nose where it didn't need to be and cause more questions to arise and with questions came unneeded inquiries hand in hand with interest in something such as this. All she could hope is that he would be understanding and take her words into consideration as she spoke in a tone indicating that she did in fact agree, however there was a slight concern..."Mockingbird Island is an ideal location for our test and with the bridge out of the way, things will go quite smoothly. However...I understand it's surrounded by water and there is something I must express my concern about, the fact that one of our infected patients may stow away on a boat without either of us realizing it..."

Pausing for a moment, she then allowed a slight frown to cross her lips before continuing to speak, "I do have a suggestion...we could also have charges placed on the boats there a day before and on that same day, send out a false alert to inform others that their harbor is closed due to complications with the marine life in the area which will best benefit our test in the long run. Does this sound like something you agree with, Wesker, sir?" Obviously, she had come across articles in her short time where corpses were discovered at the bottom of the ocean and...well...adding that onto the T-Virus' current capabilities...that could prove to be all sorts of `oh crap`.

[shades]

While Mia considered what he asked her, Wesker was typing on the keypad on his armrest. Nothing big, just making sure the proper charges were in stock. He didn't think it too early to make some preparations. Even though she was still considering the Island, to him it was obvious she'd agree. It was simple logic. The location was perfect, and would serve the needs for the test, to risk overuse of the word, perfectly. Everything accounted for.

Which is when boats occurred to him. Boats were a definite danger. He recalled when, during the Rockfort incident, employees, unaware of their own infection, fled via submarine to the Antartic Research Facility, where they then succumbed to the virus, leading to the facility's own outbreak. He pushed the urge to sigh in annoyance down. The fact that it took a moment AFTER finishing his explanation was near-embarrassing.

He glanced over at Mia, who looked to be almost done with her not surprisingly quick consideration, and almost started to open his mouth to add on about the boats, but stopped, deciding against it. He suddenly wanted to see if she would realize it. He knew her “brain” was capable of going over information much faster then humans could, but he was curious to how fast it could calculate the possibility of an infected individual escaping via a boat. He glanced at a small clock above the keypad on his armrest and began to run a timer in his head.

And just in time for her to finish her consideration. As expected, she agreed with Mockingbird Island being the ideal location for their test. And just after she said that, a slight frown came onto her face as she expressed her concern about the boats. He stopped the timer in his head. “36.3 seconds.” he said, his face remaining neutral. “Good, Mia.”

He then turned his chair back to face the monitor as he brought up various reports, full of names colored green. A few flicks of the mousepad, and four of the names had been highlighted. Another flick sent them to another report, changing the colors to red, which sent a message to them to let them know they now had a mission to undertake, and to have them contact him as soon as they could turn their communicators on so he could give them the specifics of what they needed to do. “The operatives will be prepped for their mission of planting the charges at Mockingbird Island in a half hour.”

Another flick of the mousepad, a new report coming up, with various virus types and infected types on it. The first entry, simply titled “Zombie”, was moved to another report, sending a message to the research team to have prepared for being deployed into the city. “A few hours to prepare the zombie for a safe drop into the city.” Well, safe for the zombie, and the ones handling it. “A helicopter can be fueled and ready in 15 minutes from when I give the order.”

He turned his chair to face Mia again, raising a hand to push his sunglasses up, where they had dropped down a tad. He preferred them pushed up as far as they could. Ah, there was one more thing. “Mia, one last question, since this test is for your research as much as mine. There are two ways to place the zombie onto the island. Near the city itself, where it can easily reach and begin the outbreak, the faster method. Or, we can place it into the woodlands farther back from the city. While obviously slower to a full outbreak, it would allow you to see how the T-Virus affects things other then humans.” He paused a moment as the map of the island came back to his mind's eye. “Though, a path in the woodlands is the direct way to the harbor, and a popular fishing spot. Depending on the traffic then, the outbreak time could be comparable to placing the zombie near the city itself.”

A brief pause to let her begin to think on the options for the zombie's deployment, then he finished. “From there, it's merely a matter of when you wish to depart.”

[Mia]

Just standing there holding onto her box of notes to be filed away, she even took notice from her peripherals that he was typing away on that armrest that her creators would probably be jealous of. Normally, her habits in observing a situation to the point of making a nitpick look like the most carefree person in the world were cast aside for now only because this man was her Designated Superior. Trusting that if it was important enough, it would be brought to her attention by his very words, not through being nosy or spying on him. Seeing that he hadn't given her a reason to distrust him, let alone question his competence in this matter, there was no need to clarify what he was doing at this time. After all, he was treating her far more like an equal than her creators who simply treated her like a tool. No thank you, no `good work`, no pat on the back, no nothing in terms of gratitude from the ones who dealt with her most.....maybe they didn't expect her to actually notice? In fact, it was almost like they didn't see her as something deviating from what they originally intended which was completely faking emotions to weasel her way through and to a patients psyche.

This partnership on the other hand was exactly that: a partnership. Certainly she was aware of still being a literal tool in the larger scheme of things, but just the fact that she still felt far more appreciated than with those idiotic creators made her feel far more motivated to make both of their mutual goals a reality. Regardless of the potential of being disposed of, if she could at least help one person and create a single cure...maybe she could actually accept such a fate? After her words passed her lips, she was almost concerned that he didn't agree with her suggestion and that she might have to try getting through to him or just keep her mouth shut and those ideas to herself…well…perhaps her hopes were too high for being a walking, talking device. Much to her surprise though in that little split second of concern...his response was something that caused her frown to lessen a bit as a slightly stoic composure took over her features. 36.3 seconds...he was keeping track of her time to consider his offer? Was her competence as an equal partner in question or...was this a test?

Odd, well he complimented her by saying `Good, Mia` and that on its own gave her a bit of relief and got rid of the wretched feeling she could only identify as confusion with a mixture of...what was it...oh that's right, nervousness just wash away and let out a soft sigh of relief followed by a slight smile to display her silent appreciation. So he did agree with her! That was definitely something to feel content about and would maintain her same level of motivation to aid him, maybe even a bit more motivated to figure out the very best route for their success considering being appreciated was something she couldn't help but be thankful for. Admittedly, it didn't seem like he displayed many emotions like majority of the patients she encountered after becoming her Designated Superior which was fine, it wasn't as though she was human and treated like one when people were aware of her just being an android with tasks at hand. Such things didn't shift her choice in working with him since the goal was still the same as before and not something she could never agree with. Besides, not everyone was the same and his ideals already showed that he was clearly not like a patient and high above such a title to the point she identified him by his last name like a Designated Superior should. Watching him turn his visual attention back to the monitor, Mia couldn't help but wonder if maybe he was done discussing things with her...no that couldn't be the case since he didn't dismiss her in an obvious fashion.

From her few weeks of working with Wesker, she acknowledged he was fairly straightforward and made something like ending a conversation or discussion an obvious matter, not something she had to play unwanted guessing games with...unlike her really incompetent creators. Hard to believe a six pack of morons made someone like her, really smart in the field of technology but almost everything else being borderline questionable and all that wonderful stuff! Continuing to offer her full attention while constantly taking mental notes and fixating her gaze upon the screen with all those names which had been color coded green by default and shifted to being selected upon shifting to a red hue. Four out of the list...and then a message was sent on over. Keeping her eyes on the monitor, she continued listening to his words which seemed to match up to what was being observed and clarifying what was going on upon the monitor itself. The mention of operatives being prepped for this mission and that it'd be about thirty minutes, she quickly started taking note to keep calculating times to give herself an estimate including that of simple things like the patients who worked for Wesker, or as he called them in this scenario: operatives, taking just a bit longer than usual into play as well. Then there was something new on the monitor for her to observe soon after making those little notes and estimated time to being about forty two minutes at most thus far, namely reports regarding the various virus types and at the very top was something so simple: Zombie which got selected and moved over to another set of reports and yet another message sent, this time to the research team.

It soon matched up to her Designated Superior's words of how it would be a few hours to prepare their infected patient aka the zombie for a safe drop. It could now be only a matter of hours if the operatives got ready promptly, only a few minutes above a potential three hours was now calculated by the android who was always taking notes like a patient drinks water on a regular basis. Knowing well that the safe drop only meant for those affiliated with Wesker, the patients on Mockingbird Island were far from safe but their lives were going toward making things better for everyone else. Such a reminder is what allowed her to accept losses and work toward making the future for those who are still alive much better. Next was the helicopter, fifteen minutes is all that needed but complications could happen such as last minute repairs as unlikely as that was so she bumped up the current estimated time to about five hours and fifteen minutes with everything accounted for. Blinking a couple of times, she knew that would be more than enough time for her to file the notes she wrote recently which was good because the last thing she wanted to do was hold this test back! Looking forward to an actual field test to finally get them enough data for the testing stages of all those alterations she had in mind just to tie up the loose ends and fix notes where need-be, she wouldn't even dream of holding it up! Er…well she couldn’t dream but yeah!

In fact, she wanted the very best for this test and one of the things on her mind just so happened to be where they could drop the infected patient. What would be best for their research...there were so many options...but that was something up to her Designated Superior, wasn't it? Yes it probably was...one thing was highly unlikely to change, the fact that she was to work within parameters she's given and limited options. Noticing his chair start to turn in her direction once again, she shifted her attention from the monitor back to him as he raised his hand to adjust his sunglasses giving them a push to keep them in its preferred place. Expecting to be dismissed or some sort of instruction...maybe even a small possibility of a question, it seemed like the small possibility was what occurred out of all those options...or rather actually offering her a choice, a say in where the lovely test would begin. First was the suggestion of the city, a prime location for promptly observing its effects on human beings, their unknowing test subjects. That's the option she was almost certain of taking place considering it was exactly as he said, the fastest way for the outbreak to start where the numbers just go right on up and she can observe things in bulk.

Secondly was an option of placing it in the woods were both animals and humans reside, something which could of been overlooked by most, but was included in the decision making process. This could be of some use for her...it'd be more along the lines of quality not quantity...getting to observe animals and humans being infected would all around best benefit her Designated Superior's goal and give him a lot more variety. Sure it would mean far more work for her but she didn't mind, cures came at small costs, but it was all worth it in the long run! Like a donation to charities, it was just a matter of appreciation and for a computer in a human shell she held a great deal of appreciation for something so great, more so than most. Currently, that was the option she was leaning toward, but then it seemed as though Wesker had one more thing to mention in regards to the woodlands drop off area before she could even collect her words, there was mention of a path, a direct way to the harbor as well as a popular fishing spot. Just as he said, varying on the traffic it could be as effective as placing the infected patient near the city. Now actually having three options, she thought about them in a short amount of time since it wasn't a very hard decision in her opinion.

Two primary focuses and then one that gets both aspects of the test in terms of normal human patients and animal test subjects, the last one provided the absolute most balance and could spread quickly seeing just how universal the T-Virus itself was and weed out various structures she had in mind for the absolute best solutions. This time it was going to be survival of the fittest with her notes to see which would go to the next stage. Almost like a game show, but far more scientific and analytical! Within that short pause, she made up her mind and decided the woodlands close to the path would be their best bet. The final thing he had to tell her was pretty much from that point; it was a matter of when she wished to depart. Strange...she actually had more choices than she had originally anticipated considering she was so accustom to following the lead of others and only having a say when it came to her shiniest feature of all, World Reflection. Well, even then she had instructions and guidelines to go by so it was a little different for her to have this much say in something.

Even approving of the location...he definitely was far from being someone she would compare to her greedy creators since, well he was actually earning her respect with the way he wasn't barking orders at her. Actually treating her in a way that was almost as though she was a normal human being, ALMOST! Though it was painstakingly obvious such treatment was because of her proven ability, a useful individual who could make a distant dream not so far away. Good enough for her, it was better than being communicated with only orders and instructions, much better by far. Maintaining that slight smile across her lips, she calmly responded to his words soon after he was done speaking to her, "The estimated time is only approximately five hours and fifteen minutes at most that everything will fall into place for the test itself to begin. Seeing how inefficient workers can be from observing my creators in the past, I find that's very impressive, Wesker, sir. Though you must already be aware of that fact...as for your question...in the woodlands close to that path you mentioned would be most beneficial. Not only will it allow me to study its affect on our human patients, but the animal test subjects as well and observe how quickly both will lead into a complete outbreak among other things. Such as how they will infect one another and how it seems to function in both..."

Taking a short moment to consider when would be a good time to depart, it was going to be crucial and this really wasn't something she was used to gauging. Every single scenario she had to observe was something she was thrown into and not always having the chance to see it from beginning to end. Quickly, she settled on a time frame that would be best for her branch of the research she contributed to most. "Perhaps when the T-Virus has a bit of time to infect the patients...it's simple to calculate the time itself, however seeing the effect and mutations take place is what I wish to focus on to complete my notes. With that information, I will be tying up the loose ends for our research and we may begin phase two bringing us much closer to our respective goals," ...not to mention closer to her potential disposal. For this lovely little task, she was only going to be recording everything within her digital memory and create the hard copies where tree murdering can take place so the fellow who liked having his sunglasses completely covering his eyes will have something to work with when it was time to return. That's when it dawned on her...there was a chance that something may go terribly wrong in the process and adjusted the box of notes so that she was holding it against her hip now letting her use the other hand to point at her choker with what appeared to be a blue gemstone at first glance…but getting a closer look would reveal it was concealing well nit, intricate designs like a highly advanced microchip and little wings similar to a butterfly or fairy.

"If anything happens to me, or my body shell to be precise and I can no longer operate it, this necklace is all you need to gather the information I've collected including everything that makes me who I am...get a hold of it and I will be able to assist you again through other digital means until the proper repairs have been made...otherwise I, as well as research I haven't documented will be lost if this is destroyed...please keep that in mind, Wesker, sir..." such a note was quite grim...discussing the fact that she just might cease to exist if that tiny little thing was destroyed...yet she kept her cool and didn't start displaying sadness. In fact, she kept that slight smile across her lips with the only hint of concern laced delicately in her tone to the point where it may simply be over looked. The big focus was research, not if her body shell was going to be perfectly fine, she wasn't even sure if her creators were aware of it since it was a gift from those who actually saved her from being destroyed completely. So chances were that little bit wasn't included about her at all in various files about her seeing how under the radar it was from the greedy scientists who wanted her to either vanish or sell how to make her for easy money. Besides, sharing this knowledge about her could also open the doors to getting an upgrade that was more efficient in comparison to lugging around her battery bag. However that wasn't her concern with bringing this up, it was about preserving and continuing research in her opinion.

[shades]

Hm, she seemed surprised, at him giving her so many choices. So much input into the test. Not that hard to see why, since her creators were such idiotic, greedy people. He had learned from their idiocy though. Admittedly, when he had first found out about Mia, he had thought of her as a tool. A machine that would further his goals. But then he actually met her. Then, it became obvious that, despite their amazing greed, they had managed to build something far beyond what they had intended. She had emotions, was highly intelligent, was just beyond everything in the reports about her. Which he now knew was due to her creators being blind fools.

So, he had to change his thoughts of her then. He could not let himself fall into the same pit of blind greed they did. They didn't realize what they had designed. Only saw her as a means to accumulate wealth, without a care for what they saw as nothing but a robot. To him, the closest thing to describe her was as a 'partner'. While a word he used very, very sparingly, it was the closest one. She was, after all, highly intelligent, and her input was a highly valuable thing. He wouldn't use the word trust with her, because there was only one he could really trust, but it was useful to have someone who was intelligent, and had useful input. It almost reminded him of the old days, with Birkin.

He looked over as she pointed to her choker. His eyesight, enhanced as it was, finally took a good look at it. Intricate, too intricate for a gemstone. A microchip? Hm...so if her body shell was damaged, the choker could be taken, and she would still be there. A novel idea of the creators, though he had to question why they would put it right there on her neck. Hide in plain sight, he supposed. But now he'd keep that in mind. If something happened, retrieving that choker would be his number one priority. “Don't worry Mia,” he began. “If it comes to that, I'll protect it with my life.” More like protect the research with his life, but it was close enough.

A small beep came from the monitor, bringing up a small text box alerting him that the operatives had arrived for briefing. He took a look at Mia before standing and beginning to walk up the stairs. It didn't matter if she followed him, the briefing was things she already knew, and he knew she'd need to put her excess notes away before departure. A few minutes of walking gray, static hallways with simple lights overhead, he walked into the hangar. Various aircraft; bombers, carriers, commercial planes, helicopters. You name it, it was there, with various mechanics running around, constantly checking the machines to make sure they were at top quality. Standing in 2 rows in front of a helicopter were 4 men, each wearing the same uniform with H.C.F., the Hive/Host Capture Force, on the backs.

Wesker stopped in front of them, looking them all over. None of the men flinched. Hardened men gathered from various armed forces and spy organizations worldwide. The best. “Gentlemen,” he began as they all straightened up further then how they already were. “Your mission is a two-fold one. For it, you will be dropped to the island city of Mockingbird Island. The map will be on your comm device.” he pointed to the two on his left. "You two will drop in near the bridge. Your job is to plant explosives on the bridge. You will detonate them on my command.” he then pointed to the other two, on his right. “You two will be dropped into the woodlands outside the city. You'll make your way to the harbor from there. Plant charges on the boats, and on the docks. Make sure that anyone who attempts to bring a boat in will have to navigate a floating pile of rubble.”

The four nodded at the same time, evidence of their trainings. “Afterwards, an outbreak will be initiated. You four will remain on the island in case any...problems, should arise.” Though they had planned well, he knew that in outbreaks anything could happen, and it would be good to have a way to eliminate any problems before they could threaten the stability of the test. Heh, stability. An amusing word to use in conjunction with an outbreak, when a location would fall into anarchy and instability. One of the operatives turned his head to address Wesker. “Sir, what level of outbreak are we to expect?” Smart question. They knew what they were getting into, and wanted to make sure they left it alive. Commendable. “Low level. No modified B.O.W.S will be dropped in, only a T-infected zombie. Expect zombies and their higher changes, along with infected animals and plants. Nothing more then that. Once the test is complete, a helicopter will fly by to pick you up before the island will be bombed.” The four nodded again, and with no other queries presented to him, he nodded back. “Get prepared. You're taking off in 15 minutes.” the four men gave a salute, and marched off to the armory to load up.

He took a look at his watch. She had said 5 hours and fifteen minutes until everything was ready, and a half hour had passed since then. She was certainly having an effect on their efficiency, not to mention the effects she had had already on the virus structure. Or perhaps he hadn't noticed their efficiency before. As he had thought before, finding her had been a highly rewarding thing. Either way, it was pleasing to have everything going according to plan.

[Mia]

Huh...seemed as though she had his attention the entire time even though she wasn't getting much verbal feedback as with most patients she had dealt with in the past. Then again there wasn't really much use for words when a question is met with an answer and this was all about business, not to strike up conversations and come up with innovative ways to keep it going. Question, answer, NEXT, repeat, complete! That's the way this situation needed to be handled anyway. However, she was hoping to get some sort of confirmation that he understood the importance of her choker. Without that...the research would be wasted and to a lesser yet still somewhat important extent so would she. What a relief it was to hear that he'd actually protect the choker...!

Erm...if the time ever came for that anyway. It would of been devastating to say the least if all of that research went right down the toilet, so to speak. More literally to bits and pieces and cease to be...when they had more time she would explain more about the choker itself...but for now she just had to assume the research was the most important thing to him and that's exactly what would keep it safe. If she couldn't protect it then she had to hope he would stay true to his words and make sure all wasn't lost. A safe bet with the way he was allowing her to have so much say in anything really or even listening to her for that matter. Just as she was about to thank him for what she thought of as assuring words, that's when the beep sounded and her gaze shifted up toward the little text box nearly scanning further into it by default but simply read the words and saw that the operatives were ready for their briefing. Very good, they needed to be prompt...this test wasn't something she took lightly and if things were slacking in one area, she'd do what she could to play catch up so things could go all according to plan.

Good thing it wasn't the case though! Acknowledging his gaze in her direction, she shifted her attention back to her Designated Superior wondering if there was anything more for him to tell her. Nope, not a single word as he got up and walked up the stairs going on his way to brief everyone about their tasks. Holding in her words for now, she looked back to the notes and wondered if she should actually thank him or keep it to herself. After all, it really did mean a great deal to her that the research could be safe as long as he could get to her choker. Then again, there was that little reminder of how she was viewed mostly as a useful tool...a word of appreciation had no connection to the research itself and best left unspoken for now. Maybe later but not now, tasks to complete were far more important in this point of time and that's what she had to do.

First things first, those files staring back at her practically begging to be filed needed to be put in their proper place: that cramped file cabinet! The android who made trees shake in fear by the mere mention of note taking really needed another one soon, it was going to get more and more difficult to pluck out files and she'd have to bring Wesker into World Reflection for much easier access to the notes she created. Normally, she would of had him enter her own digital world but it didn't seem practical and he wasn't a patient. Perhaps later since it would be much easier to show him how each of the structure alterations should work...yes then it would make sense. With a quick walking pace, she looked forward as her smile seemed to fade causing her to look a bit more stoic or just plain ol' focused. Making her way over to the file cabinets who would scream for mercy if they could, she frowned a bit while putting the papers away into their proper places and set the box right up on top. Now she had to catch up with the fellow who wore sunglasses indoors, it was important to her that she at least met these...operatives.

Normally, she'd request screening each and every one of them to make sure they wouldn't jeopardize the test since that could make things worse. In other words, weed out the traitors and dispose of them, but all there was time for is making sure she could meet them for a moment. Since it didn't take long to do the filing part, it would only mean barely making it to the briefing missing a few details. Not bad, not bad at all! As she made her way down the hallway trying her best to follow Wesker's path, it almost reminded her of the lab where she was created. Except there were way more lights and people...and lab coats...definitely more lab coats...aaaand not as much machinery when she got herself over to the hangar. Putting her hands behind her back before lacing her fingers together...a simple observation told her she definitely didn't fit in here when it came to the dress code.

Not like she had much choice, all she had is what she brought which were mostly frilly...girly clothes with no real contribution to upping her defenses. Everyone seemed so organized, making sure everything was running and operating efficiently like good little ants in a colony! Continuing to take in her surroundings...it almost seemed like she was part of a fairly huge operation considering how there were just so many different types of air crafts...plus...bombers? This Designated Superior of hers had quite a bit of resources. To a normal individual this would be the perfect time for a bunch of red flags and warning sirens to go off in their head but not to her. These were all resources to their disposal and that just meant one thing to her: a higher rate of success. Something that they both needed otherwise this was going to be a complete failure.

With a slight smile upon her lips, she decided to at least look a bit pleasant rather than some emotionless shell. Having spent so much time with mentally unstable patients, it seemed they were a lot more comfortable when her expression wasn't blank to the point where it was like she didn't give a damn. It was a professional composure none the less, one that wasn't `OMG I WON THE LOTTOOOO!`...not even close. Stopping a few feet away from the blonde giving instructions, she stood there looking at the helicopter and taking a moment to remember each and every one of them as well as whatever tasks she heard being issued out. A total of four men...were they really that efficient? Yes...they had to be...those men were wearing uniforms that couldn't possibly be handed out to incompetent patients. After all, her Designated Superior, Wesker didn't seem to be one to take chances.

The evidence in how good these men had to be at their assigned jobs were clear in that aspect. The two on the left were to drop in near the bridge and plant explosives then wait for his command to detonate them. Noting the details of their posture as well it was also quite uniformed much like their attire...further proof of their training. Next were the two on his right with a task to make sure that in a nutshell, the harbor would be crippled much like the bridge. Part of her questioned how only four individuals could handle such tasks but then she reminded herself that these men were operatives, not patients and exceeded them as well. ...these men were going to stay on the island...? Then again there had to be some sort of inside control making sure that everything went well or else it could definitely get out of hand.

How nice it was to work with someone who actually thought things through! Such a nice little treat for an android that was hell bent on creating successful cures! Oooo and it got better, one of them was smart enough to inquire about the level of outbreak they had to deal with! Operatives were much more prepared than the ones who created her! ....not that it was a bad thing, it just made her appreciate not being around those who were only holding her back much more than before. Listening intently to his words even though they weren't directed at her, it just further confirmed everything going on and assured her that everyone involved was going to be on the very same page. So...these men weren't disposable and would have a way out, definitely another factor to support their usefulness to reaching their goals as a whole!

Watching them nod after the answer presented to them and Wesker giving them a nod back, they were told to get ready in fifteen minutes. How prompt were they? She'd find out in due time...plus it'd help her gauge how well she was at calculating estimated time...for all she knew that was being tested like earlier. It wasn't long after the men gave a salute and rushed over to the armory before the man who was once upon a time one hundred percent human seemed to take a look at his watch. Yup...she was being tested again and could only hope her accuracy was sharp so all of her contribution the research wouldn't be shrugged off. What a nightmare it would be if he had a reason to dispose of her early...and unlike those who thought they got rid of her, he was actually aware of how important that choker was. Seeing that she had no further additions to the notes regarding altering the T-Virus' structure...she would await orders and observe her peers and surroundings.

Additional orders or instructions to be precise since there was one last thing she could contribute to all of this, "Wesker, sir...do you wish for me to help with any preparations? I could tap into connection sources for Mockingbird Island to cease their communications allowing you and your operatives to have the edge advantage. It would take a bit of time but I can assure you this task will not cause an interference to the schedule. Unless of course it's already taken care of or not a concern..." Given the opportunity, she was going to help things progress as much as she could...more so if it was within her power. However if all she had to do was follow along and wait then that's exactly what good ol' Mia would do! Even though she could do more with communications, she wasn't even sure if he wanted her altering ANYTHING in that category...clearly if it was taken as a bad idea she'd stop blurting out ideas that would normally be overlooked by her creators.

Such as scrambling signals or even sending out false messages to keep pesky patients and other individuals away. Things were different here with her Designated Superior though...but even she knew that there were times when some things just won't change and it was a matter of figuring out where her contributions were unwanted. That is of course if there WAS a line, for all she knew she was actually more of an equal than she ever thought possible! ....as...slim as those chances were. Unlacing her slender digits, she then placed her hands at her sides wondering if her suggestion would be taken into consideration or simply overlooked.

[shades]

Everything was coming together exactly as he had planned it to. A look to his left and he could see the operatives he had chosen quickly getting loaded up for their mission. They knew they had to be punctual, or Wesker would be very displeased. But they wouldn't allow it to come to that. Very good. A look to his right, and he could see the maintenance crews finishing checking the helicopter the Operatives would be taking in a few minutes. They too knew they had to be punctual, and wouldn't let it come to that. Also very good.

It was pleasing to see everything going so well, well within the time frame Mia had given. Though, he did believe that that estimate had been accurate, as the ability to be as prompt as possible was one he made sure everyone who worked for him had. Promptness was important, if things were late then the entire operation suffered as a result, and he would have NONE of that. This operation was crucial to the future of his aspirations, and as such the operation had to proceed as smoothly as possible to ensure the stability of the results of the test.

Speaking of tests, he had heard Mia enter the hanger while he was instructing the operatives. A quick glance over showed she had gone and filed her notes away like he had expected. Excellent. While it was obvious she wouldn't even think of putting her notes in danger, having confirmation they wouldn't be brought along with her was good. The ones she had already done, that is. He knew she'd be taking plenty of notes once they arrived and the test had begun. Hm, she seemed to be focusing her attention on the operatives as they walked away, same as when he was instructing them. Perhaps noting their reactions? More then likely. Well, if she had any doubts about them, he knew they would relieve her of them. They knew the consequences of even a slight miss step in the plan would entail to them.

Oh well, while she was busy with observing them, he felt it necessary to go over the plan in his head again, to make sure he hadn't missed anything. The operatives would place the charges on the bridge and harbor, and would detonate them on his word. This deprived the two easiest ways for people to get in and out of the island, creating an isolated testing environment that was perfect for this kind of test. At the same time a zombie would be dropped in in the woodlands outside the city, near the path to the harbor, allowing it to begin the outbreak as quickly as it could get a human body part in between it's jaws. From there it would spread quickly, which is the time Mia and himself would depart for the island so she could observe it in action, the entire point of the test. Everything accounted for. Though, it now occurred to him that someone, if they saw the outbreak in it's early stages and managed to not become infected, could perhaps manage to contact the mainland, which would bring the army in. He'd have to speak to Mia about removing that possibility before it could even become a problem.

Speaking of his new partner, he heard her approaching him and turned his head to look at her as she addressed him. Ah, she wanted to help? And even better, she too had thought of the possibility he was just thinking of requesting her to eliminate. Yes, she was indeed a useful partner. He looked forward again, watching as the operatives walked from the armory to the helicopter and began to board it. “I was just thinking of the same, Mia. Yes, that would be very helpful, please do so.” As the helicopter begun to liftoff to take the operatives to the island so the test could begin, he couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. Everything going exactly as planned.

[Mia]

A fragment of her couldn't help but wonder if she was in a day dream with how well things were falling into place. Of course she was aware that being an android, dreaming wasn't really an option. Maybe glitching to create the same thing but that wasn't the case since there were no annoying beeps or surges of pain indicating an error, or simply indicating something just wasn’t allowing her to function properly. The operatives were quite prompt for having to gather what equipment the needed. That definitely gave them the clear from having `patient in need of critical help` treatment later or even bringing up they should be replaced. No no...her Designated Superior had a strong grasp on what these operatives were capable of and how suited they were for playing their roles in this test. What a relief...!

For a moment, it was as though she didn't have to second guess his actions...as though she could simply trust all of Wesker's choices. Quickly disposing such a foolish thought, she understood that there was a severe lack in logic for such a course of action. Yes she could trust him to a degree but when it came to others involved, more so than ever would she have to look at the situation and analyze it just to make sure everything matched up. All of it, everything had to fall into place; flaws had to be eliminated and minimized to a degree where success was at its highest percentage. Certainly there was no doubt so far about the blonde with a very black color scheme when it came to his competence and how to follow through with his goals...that's why she had to do what she could to make sure the execution of any and all tasks to achieve this goal met his...no their expectations. Another relief was the fact that when she wanted to speak with him, he actually gave her his attention unlike her creators who mostly communicated with her through reports. There were only a few that bothered actually dealing with her similar to a person rather than a mobile computer in disguise...so it was like some of her patients would call `a fresh breath of air` sort of feeling once more.

Seeing that the operatives were ready after she was done speaking, that's around the time she slightly averted her attention from him to see that now the test was just about to begin in only a matter of hours. How useful all of these individuals were! All of them were definitely not on the same level as patients...how very curious, interesting even! Perhaps she would have the chance to study them later when she had a little more free time...? All of this was really quite fascinating considering it was the first time it wasn't as though she was surrounded by things in dire need of her help and cures! Especially those mechanics working diligently on everything to make sure all of it was in working condition beforehand rather than waiting for a problem to arise for their job to have some sort of meaning. When she heard his voice responding to her words, she gave him her attention once more listening intently to make sure nothing was missed.

...what was this...? He actually said please rather than just bark out orders or even plain ol’ instructions...? Honestly she just expected some sort of quick `yes or no` sort of answer, not actually having even that degree of politeness with a request directed toward her. That and they seemed to have the same idea as to how to make sure there were no unneeded interruptions. On the same page, so to speak in regards to doing all that was possible to make certain this test would go through with little to no problems. These results would be quite crucial in the grand scheme of things, especially for phase two! It was a little odd, even to her for a slight smile to remain before proceeding to follow through with something that wouldn't be a cake walk for her.

Regardless of how fully aware she was about the painful errors here and there...that feeling of happiness in being treated like a partner rather than a tool was still there. Normally she dreaded following through orders that caused her a degree of suffering...but it was different because her Designated Superior was worth helping regardless of the recoil. "It's a good thing great minds think alike, Wesker, sir. It makes things much easier for tasks such as these," after those calm words laced with a hint of relief, she paused for a short moment and began working on getting her body shell's instructions to be on auto pilot. That way when her task was done she'd be there at his side rather than having to catch up again to make sure nothing was bumped back in the schedule on her end. "While I'm blocking communications to and from Mockingbird Island, my body shell will be on autopilot so I'll be available as soon as this is complete. For now, please excuse my absence, Wesker, sir..."

With those words, soon her eyes had lines concealing the pupils showing that now she was connected to the digital world. All she would really to in the physical world is follow when need be or just stop and stand at a few feet whenever the fellow who rarely ever took off his sunglasses was walking or stationary. Not to mention her eye sight in the real world were just functioning for two things: knowing when to move and avoid a game of live action ping pong. Yeah...she wasn't in a rush for what she was pretty sure of being her inevitable dumpster day, not at all! Looking over the coding equating to her body shell's instructions, she noticed it would be fine regardless of encountering errors in the process of making an itty bitty cell phone not seem like a threat. The consequences would be issued to her in World Reflection and brought back with her until the pain of annoying errors would subside. Carefully, she was targeting various signals sent out by towers to make sure they had communication and the satellites making it all possible.

Well this was interesting...one of the signals she just so happened to pinpoint gave her a minor error. Strange...this place was hiding something, would she leave it over looked? Of course not! While tracing the intricate coding of this particular signal, it seemed things started getting far more difficult to determine WHERE the source was on Mockingbird Island so she could warn Wesker in detail. As determined as she was, it guided her to a dead end and the coordinates were far from being acquired. The good news is she could still block it seeing that she already found the satellite source. Now...continuing to drift through the digital stream of information she placed the finishing touches on pin pointing communication sources: their land lines.

Sifting through all the data and information at her grasp, she now had to pinpoint the proper frequencies Wesker and his operatives used to make sure they could maintain contact. Once that was found, with a nice feeling of accomplishment even though that seemed to give her a nice little error for a moment, this final step wasn't going to be pleasant at all. Aside from getting an obstacle out of the way, of course! Entering the proper commands for World Reflection to enter with all she needed to cripple communications...and allow those connected with Wesker through of course, it wasn't long before she found herself in a powder blue room with nothing in it at all. Even though she was going to be in World Reflection for a `quick` task, it didn't mean she wanted it to look so plain. Yeah even the android cared about her very own little world, so quickly it was remodeled to look more like a nice garden. The scenery would at least be nice while getting surges of pain thanks to inevitable errors...right?

Of course it was! At least to her, anyway! Taking a seat in front of the pond she'd avoid like the plague in the real world, she held out her hands as though they were over a keypad and soon they actually were as a rather big, floating translucent laptop made of many strange little symbols showed up before her. In a big way, this was pretty much her control panel to create huge alterations which would pass on into the real world's digital stream and distribute itself like a virus. How ironic! Quickly moving her fingers across the keyboard infested with the usual letters and numbers, there was also a great deal of symbols as well so she could properly communicate with satellites and other digital things as well. It reduced the errors she would suffer, but not to a perfect amount.

Why would an android like her have this sort of ability? Well sometimes her creators needed to be a little underhanded and make sure if their operation was being interrupted because of communication disruption, she could disable it with a little bit of effort. Right now, she was altering various coding and fragments of information from acknowledging Mockingbird Island as an existing location to make it as though it's nowhere on the globe or space, thus leaving them in a digital sense of limbo. In the process, there were annoying error messages and beeps scattered about which in turn gave her a painful shock as though to be like `BAD ANDROID! BAD BAD BAD ANDROID!` Mostly because it could sense the tampering and she wasn't quite used to it, regardless of the fact it would be unable to trace her since she gave it false signals that would lead those capable of tracing alterations to various places in China and Russia leaving she and her Designated Superior safe and sound. Some innocent patients would be jailed, however the guilt was easy to shrug off when she reminded herself of how the rest of the population will benefit soon enough from the research she was doing her best to aid and protect. The landlines were fairly easy since all she had to do was disconnect services from the mainland...but everything else...not so much a complete breeze.

Worst one for her was what she saved for last...the signal that didn't seem to have a real end. Not only did she get the zappy recoil of that one, but it also felt like she was getting ripped apart. Definitely not good! Something really important was there and they didn't want ANYONE to know. As fast as she could...which wasn't super quick seeing how complex it was, she altered the coding to make it so communications were limited to not only that stream of communication but also others trying to get to it would just hit static whenever a signal was sent to the mainland or vice versa. It was the best she could do right now. Great...her body shell was going to be in for one hell of a trip.

Right now it was fine but as she polished off her end of the work, she made it so those on Wesker's frequency would work just fine to one another. Anyone on Mockingbird Island though? To put it in Simple Simon terms, they wouldn't be so fortunate seeing that they would no longer be recognized as a location by any provider. When the coding redistribution was done, Mia then disconnected from World Reflection causing it to just turn into nothing more than a plain room as well as exiting the digital world with time to spare before it faded from her vision to replace it with what her body shell could see. It took her about two hours and thirty minutes so for all that time she was playing `Follow the Designated Superior!`. In fact as soon as her optics turned normal and lost their slight glow, she nearly collapsed but kept her balance while instinctively resting her hand against her forehead. Loud beeps and multiple error messages rang about in her head like the worst possible migraine accompanied by a surge-like fever.

Thankfully for her it would subside by the time the actual test started but right now she wasn't so fortunate. "C...communica...tions to...and...fr..om...Mock..ingbird Isla...nd......successfull..y....blocked." With the way her voice sounded, she was trying to maintain a sense of being level headed and calm but also had a heavy dose of unwanted pain as though she was beat up or something and struggling to talk. Closing her eyes for a moment as another wave of errors had a pain party for her; The android with an affinity for note taking forced herself to keep from falling which meant putting quite a bit of focus on her balance. A lil difficult but she...er...kinda pulled it off! If...walking similar to a shot bystander to the nearest phone for help was good she pulled off any walking she'd have to do to keep up with Wesker or...standing like a stab victim about to keel over due to not having to play `follow the guy wearing sunglasses indoors!` with finesse! ...if not...eh...at least she wasn't keeling over even though it looked like she might at some point. Reopening her eyes a bit, the android who could possibly be a file cabinet's worst enemy continued to speak, "...but...th..ere was...a...diffi..cult...co..mmunic..ation...line...t-to...alter..."

Among the errors being a huge hindrance, there was also the little itty bitty hope she wouldn't be flung into a dumpster before having the chance to tie up the loose ends. Wait she was a partner...not a tool...right? Partners WERE more valuable than tools....weren't they? That android with a fear of being disposed of certainly hoped partners were more valuable! Gradually, she was getting the errors worked out to make them shut up without having to go into system recovery mode since they weren't crash inducing. How fabulous it would be to have the equivalent of migraine medicine for dealing with errors right now! Alas, she didn’t have the proper upgrades or technology for quick relief!

[shades]

She looked slightly surprised, again. Perhaps because he said please? Likely, since her creators, the greedy fools, had probably never spoken to her like that, given they had thought of her more like a machine then a person. Well, she would become accustomed to it soon enough. He wasn't a fool, even if he was her 'Designated Superior', he still had to treat her with the respect a partner would normally get. It would be unsuitable to the plan if she begun to see him in the same light as she did her creators. Besides that, if he made her feel comfortable, then she would function better then she did when her creators would do nothing but bark instructions and continue on with their business without a second thought.

The perfect example of that being the slight smile on her face, and the hint of relief in her voice as she replied to him, despite the pain of errors that her task would cause her. He was not particularly worried about the errors, they were pain, and pain was a fleeting thing, a needed thing to gain anything in the world. “No pain, no gain”, as the saying went. He gave a nod as she explained that her body shell would continue to follow him around while she was working on the island's communications. How convenient, he could continue looking over the preparations without having to wait for her to catch up after returning, or just having to stand around in the hangar. The abilities of her creators, despite their greed, impressed him just a small bit.

He watched as her eyes had lines appeared, obscuring her pupils as she, for all intents and purposes, left the building. He took a moment to watch the helicopter carrying the operatives fade into the skyline before turning on his heel and walking down another identical gray hallway, hearing the steps of the body shell behind him. Finally, after a few moments of walking the hallways, he entered a room not unlike a operating theater in a hospital, nothing in the room itself except for a screen, that showed another room, showing an operating room below. In the room stood two guards, dressed in a thick HAZMAT suit. The suit was a requirement when down in that part of the facility, part of many stringent rules to make sure no kind of outbreak occurs. If there was even a bit of suspicion that someone had been infected, they'd be immediately quarantined and tested extensively to make sure that was not the case. If it was, then the person would either be executed or used for testing, depending on whether enough test subjects were on hand at the time.

Also in the room, strapped to a gurney, was a man. He thrashed, vainly trying to fight against his bonds. His skin was missing in places, creating patches of red on his body, a symptom of late stage infection. “Please!” he shouted at the guards. “I'm so hungry...” They were, more often then not, homeless or impoverished individuals promised monetary compensation in exchange for being part of a medical study. They would hardly be missed, allowing them to do their work in secret. It wouldn't do for someone to notice middle-class people disappearing in decent numbers, would it?

Eventually, as Wesker watched, the man's skin ripped more and more from his struggles, before the struggles began to grow weaker and weaker, along with the mans pleas about his hunger as his vocal cords deteriorated. Finally, his head dropped down onto the gurney, as a monitor showing his vital signs showed them flatline. He focused on the man's eyes, watching as they slowly clouded over, becoming completely white. A twitch went through the body. The monitor remained the same, flatlined. Another twitch. An arm trying to raise itself up. The jaw opening slightly, a moan coming from it, the only thing the body's deteriorated vocal cords can manage to create. The head turned slowly to look at the two guards, seeing only food in HAZMAT suits. The basic undead that filled people with fright whenever they saw a George Romero movie, made real by the T-Virus. A world of potential uses, once it could be perfected.

One of the guards typed a code into a keypad on the wall, causing the table to flip upright, the zombie unable to attempt to grab at the guards due to the bonds, though it gnashed it's jaw at the guards as one typed another code into it, causing the table to slowly move forward towards a large, one-color rectangular box. Of course, a normal box would cause needlessly complicate this kind of outbreak. The bottom of the box had a pressure plate. It wouldn't open while on the floor, or being moved. But if it hit with sufficient force, like say, being dropped from a helicopter, then it would open up easily.

The table fit inside the opening of the box near-perfectly, with just a bit of open space in between it and the edge of the box. Another code was typed in, releasing the bonds on the table, releasing the zombie safely into the box. A final code was typed in, causing the sides of the table to slide open further, locking in with the edges of the box, creating the box's last wall. One of the guards looked up at Wesker, awaiting orders. Wesker made a gesture, telling them to move it to the hanger, and watched as both guards walked around the box and began to move it towards the hanger. He then turned on his heel and began to make his way to it as well. As he walked he looked down at his watch. Two hours and twenty-nine minutes had passed since Mia had left. How fast time flew.

He stopped as heard the sound of someone who had just been hit with a ton of pain at once hit his ears. He turned his head to see Mia trying to keep her balance, resting a hand against her forehead. “Welcome back, Mia.” he said simply. There was no reason to try and console her over the pain, and even if there was some odd reason and he would bother to, she wouldn't want it. She knew the pain would be experienced when she offered to do so, so why try to act like it was something bad and unexpected and that he was sorry? As long as the errors subsided by the time they had to leave, there was no problem.

Her speech was stunted due to the pain, as was expected, but it was pleasing to hear she had succeeded. Not that he doubted she wouldn't, but to have everything continue to go well was excellent. A communication line that had been difficult for her? Interesting. Perhaps it would be something worth looking into, if it could give Mia difficulty. But that was something for later, now was for the final preparations. “Hm. Good work Mia. Once the errors subside and you feel up to it, I will be in the hangar watching the final preparations.”

With that, he turned around and left her to recover from her good work. A brief walk and he was in the hangar, just in time to watch as the two guards before placed the box on a platform extending down from the helicopter, just for situations like this. It lifted the box up into the helicopter for safe transport to the island, and would also allow it to be dropped down correctly. He gave a nod to the pilot, who started the helicopter up. As it lifted off and began it's journey to the island, he felt a sense of satisfaction. Now it was time for the test, to plunge an island into a nightmarish hell, all of the people there to die and be reanimated, becoming part of progress. As he watched the helicopter fade into the skyline, he said two words to himself, a confirmation.

“Preparations...complete.”

[Mia]

With the last thing she'd remember as a nod of confirmation, her body shell went on a little adventure! Probably better and far more entertaining than what she had to endure to make sure everything went smoothly for the test in all its entirety. Anyway, her body shell got to stand there and do absolutely nothing while the helicopter went off into the skyline. Something it couldn't really appreciate but that's ok, it only served to give its host mobility anyway! Once he turned on his heel, a bunch of lovely little streams of data controlling her actions and commands began to follow. Of course it gave `space bubble` room just in case while the walk down the very gray hallway. Nothing new there, it was like everything was gray and kinda plain until it came to the actual contents of the room itself.

At least it was a walk down a nice, clear, obstacle free area that didn't require much commands at all. Following the Designated Superior was easy as could be! That it was because it didn't have to avoid anything at all, not even an unidentified flying limb when they got to the room containing the guinea pig of a patient. Normal Mia probably...no scratch that...WOULD be on an excessive note frenzy if she were still hosting the body shell itself. However that wasn't the case and those trees as well as file cabinets were safe for now while her body shell's optics stared off at the back of the blonde's head to monitor his movement. It wasn't given the commands to care for anything that wasn't in her way so for now it was just on standby as the unimportant victim...patient...of the day asked for food and gradually became one of the best candidates for a horror film. Only time it really shifted its attention was when the table did a little flip which caused it to blink and realize the table wasn't going to bolt at her before looking back to the one she was going to follow like a cat wanting table scraps.

Or...like a personal assistant that was always ready to take notes or just plain ol follow the person they were working for! ...except at the moment she didn't do much else aside from the following part. Actually, she wasn't doing anything aside from standing there like a giant robotic doll. While the guards did their job and she just stood there occasionally blinking as though it actually mattered, the sounds of clicks went in one ear and out the other like that poor person's request for food did. Oh! He was on the move again after motioning his hand and giving orders! Following along at the same distance to make sure it didn't cause major space bubble popping issues, it was around then he looked at his watch and half expected to prepare for a turn or something. However that's when Mia, the body shell's host returned with the company of annoying errors!

Errors were a lot like unwanted house guests, really...the kind that didn't leave until they wanted to leave because they don't know how to take a hint. These errors she had to cope with though were like the world's worst house guests known to mankind; the sort who run around on a rampage crashing into valuables that would be dearly missed and heavily mourned like someone died and don't even bother to apologize. That's about the degree of irritation she was going through while wading through the pain of surges making it a bit of a chore to even do something simple like standing in place. Well...another unexpected thing! Getting so much as a welcome back rather than `Did everything go well or did you screw up and need to be thrown away?` sort of response was certainly worthy of just a little relief and a slight metaphorical pat on the back. Maybe she didn't have to worry about being thrown away one day? No that was just plain ol' stupid and blamed the errors for screwing her thought pattern to such a degree.

Such a fear needed much more assurance than that since her main goal wasn't even complete, she still a vital piece to the puzzle at the moment. Normally she'd thank him but the errors made her mind a little more of a one way train and didn't offer any sort of feedback. Instead she skipped right to business and spoke to let him know the communications issue was dealt with and he could rest assured. As focused as she was on getting her message through to him, it still came out as though she was broken. A little bit of negativity couldn't help but surface itself for a moment long enough to give a `damnit` moment before it mysteriously disappeared. Odd, really odd how that happened whenever anger showed up it left fairly quickly. With more beeps ringing in her head, it made listening to Wesker's words quite the chore!

At least he appreciated her work from what she could get out of his words...and informed her that he'd be in the hangar watching the final preparations. Considering a verbal response for only a moment but throwing that thought out the window, all she did was shakily nod once as though to let him she understood. Not bothering to lift her head up again, she gripped her forehead a bit as he headed off to the hangar. Good thing too, it would of been embarrassing for what happened next! With her knees giving way, she knelt upon the floor wondering what in the world that communication line was. One thing was sure...it wasn't the normal, average sort. Those errors were minor but this was something in a league of its own.

Even though it was subsiding with her constant self repair of altering data and coding here and there to make the the REALLY annoying sounds stop, it was taking too long for her liking. Next phase was to enter system recovery mode so she wouldn't hold things up...just in case! Sifting through the errors, she imitated the same distress signal her body shell would give if it was in dire need of repair, quite similar to a blue screen of death on a normal computer and it caused the frilly dressed android to go limp and sit upon the floor, dropping her hands at her sides in the process of it all. Mouthing out the words `Enter System Recovery Mode` before a small reboot could take place. Like cleaning out the cookies, cache and junk files in a regular computer to make it a little more happy, that's pretty much what happened to the errors in a handful of minutes. Gaining the closest thing to waking up from a nap, it took her a couple seconds to get up from the floor and dust herself off with a stoic look gracing her features. Whatever that communication line was didn't contain good news at the mysterious end...whatever it was anyway.

Walking at a quick pace, her processed thoughts went on a huge list of what it could possibly be so she could give a somewhat detailed report to her Designated Superior. However the results were too long of a list...she needed more time to narrow it down and that's not something the note taker had much of right now! Wasn't this frustrating, not being able to give a proper report. For now she wouldn't say anything else about it until she had enough time to narrow down the list...even though she was really good with information processing, there just weren't enough clues to pull it out of thin air. Then there was the fact that she didn't alter communication lines twenty four seven so the lack of experience in terms of variety didn't help either. By the time she rejoined Wesker, the helicopter was nothing more than a speck in the sky. Staring off at the distance, all she could do is hope that whatever was at the other end of that line which gave her such a problem was going to either stay out of the way or not completely ruin the test itself.

Sure, there was no doubt in her mind that complications here and there could wind up giving room for additional data, but it could increase the time they'd have to be there. Regardless...things were going well and seemed as though they would continue to do so and the notes from the test could only mean one of two things: progress or perfection. Possibly both but only time would answer that one! These preparations were without a doubt complete....now for the test where inevitably...lives would be lost for one of the best causes she could find herself helping with. Making cures came at a price, this was just one of them...