The Sound of Silence

[Albert Wesker]

In the back of a much more robust means of transportation, Albert Wesker finished re-dressing himself, adjusting the collar of his suit. He was still sore from the strain of the activities to dispose of the old fool, Xehanort, but he had managed to handle the worst of his actual injuries. Some lingering wounds, but the flow of blood had been staunched for now, so there was no great risk at the moment. He pulled gloves onto his hands, flexing and clenching his fingers into a fist to secure them firmly in place before settling into his seat with a quiet sigh.

"Efficient work as always, sir," came the voice of his driver, from the front seat. "I don't think he even saw it coming."

"He saw something coming, I've no doubt," Wesker mused dismissively. "But I suspect you are correct that he had no idea of the lethality of it." The plan had been hastily cobbled together, and had put even his own life in harm's way, but it had been effective. A prearranged and organized crash, with some explosives secured to the car in such a way the crash would only expose them to set off the true depth of the trap. It had cost him another driver, of course; the poor fool had been destined to die in the crash from the moment he had been summoned. The omnilium put into him had not gone to waste, and been repurposed into the one now driving him through the moors.

"Everything else went according to the plan, I hope?"

Wesker chuckled at that. "Of course. The old man's body was broken down, and the knowledge I gained from it was most..." He lifted a hand, spreading the fingers wide as frost slowly crept over the glove, the air around it turning white and misty from the chill. "...interesting."

"Magic. Never would've thought I'd see it." The driver was clearly incredulous, impressed with even something so minor. Of course he was just a simpleton, loyal without question but just a common man from the lowest rungs of Umbrella's former hierarchy. Exposed just enough to the horrors to be able to keep his cool when confronted by the strange and monstrous, but a far cry from any of their true professionals.

"And this is only the tip of the iceberg." Wesker clenched his hand, crushing the cloud of chilly mist to nothing, the frost on his glove crunching slightly as it was likewise banished. "There is so much more to be had, both from what I pried out of the memories of the old man and lying in wait in the town of Silent Hill."

"The plan for that is still the same as before, sir?"

"You will drive until we reach a point that I have identified from the information my guide so graciously provided. I will depart on my own from there, and you will return to the mansion with our guest." The executive turned aside, lightly brushing a hand along the forehead of the young woman laying unconscious in the seat beside him. Xehanort's so-called granddaughter; someone summoned by him, no doubt holding more secrets yet to be pried out of her head with the right incentive. "Ensure she arrives there intact, even if costs you your life."

"Understood, sir." The driver's eyes never left the front of the rugged truck. There weren't exactly roads out here, and offroading in terrain like this without your full attention on where you were going was a recipe just asking for disaster to come and pay you a visit. And there wasn't another arranged crash this time, so no guarantees of survival if one should rear its head. "Should I have medical attention arranged for her?"

The despoiled god quietly pondered over that. Given how frail she looked, and the somewhat...feeble and all too human nature he had witnessed thus far, it seemed unlikely she would exhibit the same speedy recovery and bounce back from injury that he had grown accustomed to so far here. "Yes...see to it that she receives any treatment she requires." He reached down to his side, picking up his sunglasses and sliding them over his eyes. "And make sure to arrange proper security for her. Don't let her out of the mansion. For her safety."

"...of course, sir. I'll see to it."

Of course you will, Wesker thought. You couldn't do otherwise even if you wanted to.

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