``I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS`` {Wesker!}

[Mia]

{{Directly after Outbreak.}}

Seconds turned into minutes, minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, days turned into weeks. Two and a half weeks to be exact. All of that time the android isolated herself inside of the room with all the notes she had taken and continued to take since it would just pile up. Instead of the usual cord that gave her enough length to stand up and take a couple of steps forward, there was an extension cord attached long enough to get her around the room itself. On auto pilot, it was a sight to behold, just writing and writing non-stop only to quickly go to the proper file cabinet before sorting what she had just written down. Every single little detail, calculation, diagram, chart, whatever was being placed into her branch of research within World Reflection was getting transferred onto paper if her Designated Superior so wished to see it. In the event a file cabinet was much too full for any more notes, all she would do is carefully put them into different piles so that they'd already be sorted.

What was with all the notes anyway? After initiating a test on Mockingbird Island...the events were recorded and then analyzed before being dissected into what she needed to complete a large puzzle. Even for the programming of her caliber, processing all that information and making into something useful took some time. At this point, she was surrounded by multiple piles with little paths that were similar to a maze for the sake of a walkway. On autopilot, it was common sense to make sure maneuverability was completely possible. While all she was doing in the real world is walking around, taking notes before sorting them out and those lines obscuring her pupils to indicate Mia herself wasn't exactly there. Not enough to respond and have a conversation anyway.

That right there would be much like talking to a wall, unless of course it was a particular blond with a reason to wear sunglasses no matter what the hour informing her of something important. Other than that, she had to keep what she could control going like clockwork, all the cogs clicking into place. Within World Reflection, there were screens all around her just like the notes but a little different on translucent screens with different shades of blue. Standing there in the middle of a white room staring forward...namely at a flickering screen that looked as though there were multiple strands of DNA altered quite a bit. Taking a couple of steps forward she shook her head with a slight frown and brought her hand up to the screen. What was up with the unhappiness within her? "This...this cannot be the only route....there has to be something else...."

In the real world, her body shell looked as stoic as could be...as though emotions were foreign. Back to the digital world where she currently reside, she let out a gentle sigh and motioned the screen to come to her before lowering her hand from her forehead and placing her index digit over the success ratio. "I...suppose it is for now....out of every test I've been running...." Lightly tapping upon the screen's surface causing a ripple to occur over the information regarding a loyal army being linked to a single individual before it turned into a 100%. Allowing a slight smile to cross her lips, her slightly worried tone transitioned into one with a fragment of hope to it, "...this is the only way to make a loyal army of undead patients after all...well, I suppose my work here is complete for now." Those words prompted her body shell to cease its walking and hold onto the notes it had left on the clipboard and a slight flicker caused those icy blue optics to look normal again. Sliding the pen into the little gap of the clip, she allowed a slight smile to break her stoic appearance.

All that hard work, it was finally going to reach its end...! Holding the metal clipboard to her chest with one arm and bringing the other up a bit, she stared at the little device upon her wrist. A thought surfaced that chances were...after this she'd be scrapped and this was it, the first and only cure she'd create. Not like she needed to breathe, but she took a deep breath and exhaled assuring herself that it would be all right. At least there was an accomplishment to be proud of! ....right? A strange little surge went through her head causing quite a bit of discomfort....what was going on? It couldn't be that her body shell was overworked....could it?!

Wincing a bit, she initiated a quick system check and it seemed to turn out fine...strange. Exhaling, the little device upon her wrist opened up into a little camera and small microphone. Regaining her composure, this was it... "Wesker, sir...this is Mia reporting. I've completed my research applying the data gathered from Mockingbird Island, it was a success. I need something important, but we shall discuss it face to face." Regardless of that calm tone passing her lips, there was a sense of urgency. There were some things she just wouldn't discuss, even on a supposedly secure line considering the level of confidentiality to it all.

Something to this degree in Mia's opinion fell nicely into that bracket and she wasn't going to take risks.

[shades]

Restlessness was not something he felt often.

But this kind of situation bred that sort of restlessness. The kind of situation where you're right at the edge of the path to achieving your goals, where your hand is outstretched to grab it, but at the same time not knowing when it will finally swing into your palm. He brought up another of the Mockingbird Island reports, looking it over again. He had read them enough times at that point to remember every detail of them, but reading it again was a way to pass the time as he waited. He knew Mia had already read it, and all of them, and had file cabinets of notes from them as she used them to further her way to finishing. He could simply walk down and read them now. But it would feel like spoiling it, for lack of a better term. When she was finished, he wanted to read them all, to fully enjoy the feeling of seeing his goals finally fall into his grasp after all this time.

He had come close before. Not as close as now, but close. And every time, something would stumble it's way into his path, knocking him back down the path, away from the edge. The first time had been in Raccoon, in the Spencer Mansion. Alpha Team would be killed, allowing him to take the combat data, and be able to sell it to whoever he wanted to jumpstart his plan. Everything had gone perfectly. He had injected himself with Birkin's special virus and allowed the Tyrant to kill him in front of Jill and Chris. But when he woke up, he found they had destroyed the Tyrant, robbing him of his chance to get the combat data, and he even lost his access privileges to the facility's records thanks to that damned computer program. He was still able to achieve a position with The Organization, but nowhere near as good as the one if he would have been able to access the records, or even had the full combat data, setting him back five years.

The next setback, though it was not as severe as the one he encountered before, was at Rockwell. It was simple, go in with the H.C.F and take a sample of the T-Veronica virus from Alexia Ashford. Everything was going as planned, despite him having to head to Antartica due to not finding her on the island. Until that infernal Redfield showed up. Well, and Alexia mutating. But mostly that infernal Redfield. He had been certain that if he retreated for a short while, Alexia would kill Chris, also weakening herself from the fight to make it easier for Wesker to end her. Instead, Redfield managed to kill her, robbing him of the strongest sample he would have been able to gain. He still got a sample from the corpse of some teenager, but it was not worth as much a sample from Alexia would have been. Not a knockback, more of a stumble, but still a setback. Again, thanks to Redfield.

How annoying he was. He wasn't even very intelligent, more a muscular jock then anything else, and yet he had managed to foil his plans and continuously set him back and back. But not this time. This time, the scale was much higher, far too much for Chris to be able to foil due to luck and partners smarter then him. And he would be sure to have as many cameras as possible trained on his face when he put the old S.T.A.R.S issue Samurai Edge and end his life. For archival's sake.

His thoughts were interrupted by Mia appearing on his screen. She seemed...tired? Hm, well given that she'd been working nonstop for weeks, it wasn't totally surprising. He kept his gaze firmly on her as she informed him that, oh yes, it was a success. For once, he had to stop himself from letting just a crack of a smile appearing. She wanted to speak face to face? Something important was needed? Whatever it was, she'd have it. Nothing was going to knock him back from the edge this time. His voice the same calmness as ever, he replied. “Good work, Mia. I'll come down to you for our discussion. You've earned some time to sit and rest.” And with that he stood up, turning and walking away from his control room, eventually moving down deeper into the facility, his normally slow and methodical steps broken by a slightly quickened pace. If one went by how he was moving, not his expression, which was the same as always, one might think he was a bit excited.

Finally, he stopped in front of the door, where Mia had isolated herself these last few weeks. For a brief moment, his mind flashed to the setbacks, the things that knocked him back from grasping his goal. But now...now was the time. He gripped the door handle and opened it, carefully stepping into the room to avoid the papers in stacks everywhere. For a moment he mused on how the spaces between them gave the appearance of a maze that only she knew how to navigate. How organized. “Good afternoon, Mia.”

[Mia]

So far so good! What a relief that he not only told her good work, but would also be on his way to see her for their discussion, despite that strange little error-like surge through her head...it seemed like everything was falling into place. How relieved she was that he was cooperating and not scolding her for a mere request due to being nothing more than a program in a humanoid shell that should take orders and requests, not give them. That smile of hers actually showed off a sense of thankfulness and relief, especially when he told her she earned some time to rest. "Thank you, Wesker, sir. I will see you soon." Quickly saying those words in an enthusiastic fashion before closing off the connection...it was like all those worries about being disposed of were washed away by some monster sized wave.

Or, more accurately in her case, like a pesky file deleted in a military grade fashion making it only exist in the memories of others who got annoyed with it. What a relief...``You've earned some time to sit and rest``those words or anything like it were something the android hadn't heard directed at her before. Back when she was an evolved program with a sense of awareness...it was far too much to hope for. Getting a body shell to walk around much like other humans, even then it was still the same since her creators figured all she needed was a recharge and that's that. As true as that was, she did feel her own version of fatigue it seemed. At least after all of this was said and done she'd have some time to relax for a change...even when she escaped it was always `keep going forward, don't take a long break, avoid crowds, gather data from isolated patients, don't stop traveling`. For once, taking a break was going to be a reality!

What was a break like for someone such as herself though...she hadn't a clue. Maybe she'd imitate humans on their breaks since they seemed to have a better understanding of relaxation? Unable to continue trying to figure out how she'd utilize her rest time, her attention was stolen by the sound of the door handle being twisted and pushed forward to reveal none other than Wesker, he got there a little faster than she expected. If she were to calculate his usual walking pace, the time it took to get from point a to point E should of been a little longer. Oh no...she didn't even have enough time to make the room more suited for more than just her before contacting him...! On the verge of rushing over to make sure he didn't knock anything over and guide him through, all she got to do was slightly move her hand with the transmitter on it forward and feel a little awkward with a slight look of surprise. Er....slightly waving a bit as though she wasn't quite sure how proper of a greeting it was when he told her good afternoon.

In all actuality she was definitely out of her element in covering up her reaching out since it may look like she wasn't functioning properly. Some of the Arkham patients in the past waved hello and good bye...good afternoon was on the same level so it should be alright. Adding on a pleasant smile to that letting her composure show off that it was a nice little `surprise` meeting. Lowering her hand after a couple little waves to rest it upon her clip board as she responded to him in a polite and almost thoughtful fashion for some inorganic creation of science, "Good afternoon to you as well, Wesker, sir. All I need are samples of your blood. I looked into other methods first, but the most successful structure for those who get infected being loyal to your orders requires using your unique DNA to link them directly to you as their superior figure...." After those words, her smile seemed to subside just a bit as she continued speaking in a tone with a little concern added to it this time around while making her way over to him through the maze created purely out of notesand many many dead trees that are being mourned by little seedlings, "...the only problem is that it's very delicate, as you can imagine, and if this particular structure is done incorrectly...it can be used against you. So please allow me to work on the new structure...just in case you have any conspirators. You may take a look at the notes for yourself if you wish to clarify, Wesker, sir."

Offering the clipboard to him, this was the part of her notes explaining in excruciating detail and quite a few scientific terms as to how the procedure must be done with the utmost care otherwise those infected will target him on the first command rather than follow orders. "When we first met, you told me yourself that there are dangerous people who believe you are evil and got in your way before. I would not rule out the possibility that some of those very...people...you told me about are also in your facility waiting for the chance to eliminate you regardless of their efficiency. This is why I implore you now to let this task be my responsibility...no, our responsibility. Between you and I, the success ratio will remain in a safe zone. I already have other structures set aside to keep your scientists busy and avoid suspicion that you may very well be questioning their loyalty...a useful distraction, so to speak. These other structures I have discovered in the process are complex enough to not only aid your ideals in the near future, but make your scientists believe they are trusted."

No one was going to ruin this...no one was going to get in the way. That was something she even concocted a plan to secure, all it needed is some form of approval. Besides...it would be a waste to scrap useful research!

[shades]

So that was what it would take. Some of his blood, to finally achieve his goal. There was something...poetic about it. Of having already shed so much blood over the course of getting to this point in time, being impaled by the Tyrant, being beaten down by Alexia, having burning wood dropped onto him. Now, just a few more samples of it, and his goal would be in his hand. How appropriate. Hm, now she sounded concerned. How odd. Ah, of course. It was delicate, that much was obvious without needing to be said, and as such if done wrong, it could be used against him. So, she wanted to work on it herself? After all her hard work, there was no one better to do that work on it. Well, besides himself.

He took the offered notes and flipped through them, reading quickly, not a single small detail being missed by him. One little mistake in making it (or success, depending on who you are, CHRIS), and the infected would target him instead of following what his orders were. Infected that could be set out like bloodhounds in search of a target...that might have some use in the future, and as such filed it away in his brain for later. He flipped the notes back into order and turned his sight back to Mia, giving her his full attention as she began speaking again.

Well it was true that was what he told her, and though it was the truth, essentially, people who did think him evil had gotten into his way, misguided people. But, then again, most of the population would think him evil. But he hadn't lied to her about what he said. She thought some of the people working in his facility could belong to those who thought him evil? The chances were low, his screening procedure was rigorous...but it was possible. She already had viral structures to act as red herrings to keep the possibility of those people, if they had indeed managed to infiltrate the facility, away from it? She had certainly thought this all out carefully. Admirable, and just what he had come to expect from her.

He watched as Mia finished her talking, looking at her for a moment before speaking. “Mia, after all of your hard work, there's no need to implore me to let this be your responsibility, you're far above the other scientists here, those against me or not. I would have asked you to, at the least, head the work on it. So of course it your....OUR responsibility.”

It was so close to being in his grasp now. And nothing would get in his way.

[Mia]

What a relief, he actually took the notes and looked through them! In her opinion, it was important that he didn't remain ignorant to the facts as to how this particular viral structure had its very own two sided metaphorical coin. Namely because a slip up for it wouldn't exactly be a cake walk to deal with if it spread. That was something she kept planning to prevent, then there was the fact that she was already coming up with ways to deal with such an accident if it were to happen. One thing her original creators taught her via observations was to be prepared for things to go horribly wrong even if all seems fine and dandy. Back up plan after back up plan were being calculated and formed when she finished speaking. Not really having a clue in terms of what to expect his response to be, she had to get everything laid out and ready in that computerized brain of hers in the event he didn't deem her fit for working on this project to such a degree.

After all, she was originally created to get extremely dangerous patients of the world meant to be in straight jackets also known as hug-me-coats mentally stable without the use of medicines. Of course, that was if they didn't have a chemical imbalance that required maintenance medication...the only things really considered as failures since they truly couldn't truly be cured. There was a good fragment of her which couldn't help but be a bit thankful for the creators of hers who were a quite greedy and could make a bit of money off of a patient's disability seeing how it became useful in this partnership. Who would of thought she'd be perfecting viruses? Certainly this was a path she hadn't expected by far. In fact, when she escaped Arkham to roam the streets, she was pretty sure that was going to be a life of continuing her work where she left off, or even find the patients of Arkham Asylum she hadn't got to deal with which were the ones who made head liners in the news. By far, this seemed to be a much better twist to her attempt of life.

Though...what to expect as that android stood there waiting for a response of some sort during that moment he looked to her, all she could do was hope that he'd understand and not shrug her off. It wasn't completely unfounded since those creators of her originally programmed her to take orders better than she could make requests such as this one. On the edge of anticipation for that cluster of seconds, so far everything else had gone much better than it would of if she were working with her creators, but that never meant things would suddenly take a turn for the worst and it was back to being ordered around rather than being allowed to give input. Once that moment was over, she fixated her gaze on him and listened very carefully to his words making certain nothing would be missed or taken incorrectly. Well that was a very fortunate first! Quite a relief too, all of her hard work was actually paying off! Who knew the day would come where she was considered as far above the scientists who definitely had senority over her?

That android with a very blue color scheme didn't think the day would come so soon let alone at all. Wait...did this mean her expiration date ceased to be and now she wouldn't have to worry about waking up in a dumpster one day? It was starting to seem more and more like that with the way he was even pointing out how at the very least, she would of been requested to head the work on it! Such glorious news this was, everything was truly going to fall into place nicely! With a slight smile, the world's best note taker actually looked a bit relieved plus a subtle hint of surprise in her composure, this was truly going to be a team effort after all...! Being told that it was their responsibility confirmed it one hundred percent! After all those times those who usually gave her orders pushed things back, only being a hindrance to success...maybe those days were finally done for good?

Oh she could only hope! Only when this important task was complete would she know for sure. "I feel honored, Wesker, sir, thank you." With a nod following those words, she continued to speak with that tone hinting off her relief in her tone but seemed to have a bit of a `fact of the matter` nature to them as she continued on, "Your safety is my top priority and I'll continue to secure that for you as long as it's within my power to do so." Pausing for a moment, she reached behind her to grasp onto the zipper for her side pocket only to pull out a syringe still in its super special awesome wrapping to assure its user of it being sanitary for use as well as a couple vials. It had a small little tube attachment as well to make the process go a little faster. Opening up her hand a bit to show him what she grabbed from her pack, she spoke up in a calm fashion but...almost as though there was a slight bit of eagerness to it all as she spoke, "If you're ready, Wesker, sir...let's begin the final stages..."

How nice it was to know that things were falling nicely into place, it was almost similar to a fairy tale where the heroes work hard to succeed and they get their happy ending some how. Granted, many lives were lost and in most stories with a happy ending, hardly anyone dies...but this was a different story all together. Or at least that's how she had began to view it. Even though it didn't look like it, she was actually pretty excited about finally developing a cure in its own twisted sense. Well, it was probably obvious by the way she began walking on over to the chair and desk she set up to put down the few little supplies she got for this upon the table's surface. That's right, she had to get one more thing from her bag! Reaching back to her pack's side pocket, she pulled out a little package containing the disinfecting napkin.

According to her research, that's one of the things nurses would use before drawing blood. Gesturing her free hand over to the seat, that's when it hit her that she assumed he was ready to give her the blood samples they'd need...well...this seemed to match up to what some patients would call getting caught up in the moment. Odd...well at least to her it was, oh well, at least it was productive and not slowing down the process...!