epilogue
Trask clasp his hands together, leaning back on his seat. He watches the monitors thinking momentarily on the situation at hand. The USS fully failed in their mission to eliminate all the raccoon city police operatives or keep any survivors from making it out of the city and were further delayed by the special rescue unit sent by a rival force. However; both the rival force and the USS provided beautiful intel into the breeding habits of the bio organics Umbrella has created.
Trask sits up, shutting down the monitor of the news feed regarding the destruction of Raccoon City. He turns to the right from the main control room going past the different cells ruminating over the events of the operation.
Dee Ay and his compatriots had for the most part been killed during the assault on the Nemesis as had most of Lupo’s USS forces. Though she herself had survived, dragged away by the monster itself. Reports had reached him that it seemed her legs were inoperative. Pity for her.
This though did not seem to have stopped the monster who from reports was still using her sexually in a most abusive way. He is interested in knowing wether the seed of Lupo’s now mutated husband can take hold in her womb and breed something. A new creation.
Currently he simply has his men standing back to await this possibility. The Nemesis is apparently too volatile to be able to assault on a head on skirmish but perhaps its newborn can be taken from it. After all, the man had never been much of a father in his natural life, why would he be more concerned of his offspring now? It should be simple enough, once Lupo births her child.
He walks down the corridor turning to his right into a hospital room. He keeps himself in the dark, away from the woman, several inches of glass separating him and his “patient.” Marissa Ronson, code named “Tweed” from Dee Ay’s crackpot team had been found after the destruction, lodged within the body of the massive plant 42 at its base. His men retrieved her and she is currently on life support, half her body burnt beyond repair including half her face, but her belly is extended to a maximum point with an orange coloration and she still breathes, taking in gasp from the oxygen tank. She is camatose but this does not seem to have any effect on the offspring within her. Whatever the Ivy subjects had done to her had left her with a seed of their own. It would be most... intriguing to see the resulting offspring.
Trask turns away, walking down the sterile hall. All in all a most eventful set of events he’d have to say.
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