"The virus that you are waiting for should be coming in a few sir." informs a woman dressed in dark grey."Good." answered a man sitting behind a desk.
"Do you need anything else sir?"
"No, you can go back to your job that you were doing before you came here."
"Yes, sir." the light haired woman agrees before leaving the darkly dressed man in his lamp lit room.Turning his attention back to the papers in front of him, the man growls," Curse that Chris Redfeild."The man's gloved hand begins to tighten around the ink pen he was holding as his red eyes brighten in rage,"I will get you for destroying my plans."