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Blinding sterile lights, the sound of doctors and scientists muttering and the beeping of machines working overtime to force life into a corpse. And pain, so much pain, radiating from his spine and through his body. Krauser… the amber… the memories flash disjointed through his mind, with a familiar face always there, but a name just out of reach. He jerks upright, the pain in his spine almost sending him back to the table beneath him, as the scientists scramble backwards, and one of them screams something about “it” being awake. His eyes narrow, seeing hazy shapes and figures, but unable to make out anything else in the blinding light of wherever he is.
Several black, hazy figures storm into the room, grabbing him and half walking half forcing him towards a different room, their faces hidden behind gas masks. He stumbles once, before something solid slams into his back, just about the spot where the pain is the worst. His vision goes black, and he wakes up strapped to a wooden chair, facing a desk. His head swims with pain, and as his vision slowly returns, he sees an envelope with an all too familiar logo, and a pistol laying next to it.
His hand shook as he opened the folder, showing a single picture of a very familiar man, along with a single page of instructions.
Dear Mr Serra,
This is your target. Eliminate with extreme prejudice.
Our thanks,
Umbrella Corporation.
He slowly picked up the photo, his eyes watering for a reason he could not remember, before he screamed, straining against the restraints as a fresh wave of pain tore through him. This was different, however, radiating from somewhere inside him instead of his spine, as his screams became more feral and animalistic, before stopping entirely.