3017/Meeting of great and Evil(

Meeting of great and Evil(
Date of Scene:	30 October 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Albert Wesker, Gregory Stark

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Albert Wesker has posed:
For the last several months of late, The owner of the Umbrella Pharmasutical company, Umbrella INC has not been seen. And in his place a man by the name of Albert Wesker has taken over, For those in SHIELd and in the Know, it is believed that the infection in Raccoon City that animated some 650k people into the walking dead, to be some sort of biological weapon unleashed by umbrella. Or perhaps a leak. But the most terrifying thing is that in the span of 96 hours, 4 days, the city went from alive, to hell.

Wesker has been traveling to and from Madripoor to the states frequently. And with Spencer missing and Wesker all but in total control of the remains of umbrella. He's apparently been involved in several theifts. Mainly around technology, and chemicals. Chemicals that when put together could be used to produce an anti viral agent of some sort.

Right now Wesker is in the Estate of Spencer, the place is more or less locked down, and few people are around. And those few brave souls that dared to break in, and managed to escape report that the place is guarded with hideous monsters.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     The low tick of a grandfather clock fills the mansion, sounds of an outside storm passing by cause licks of raindrops to slam onto the window pains. Shadows lengthen far across every available surface as the sun sets in the background leaving only for the unnatural lighting of the buildings electrical faculties.

     Everything is quietly proceeding as one would want it to. A nice day all things considered for this part of town. At least the beggars the paupers and the wouldbe thieves already know to stay far away from this place. Then again Gregory Stark was no ordinary thief.

     The doors swing open on either side a billow of cold air fills the room licking at the smouldering fire place giving it that rush of fresh glowing embers which so gracefully lights the room. Standing in shadows are two figures completely encased in darkness. One reaches to adjust its cufflink with white gloved hands.

     As the lightning strikes his visage becomes clear as day in the moments flash. Dressed in pure white from head to toe he stands impecably dressed with a calm expression across his face of one who's just had to deal with taking out the garbage. Blood on his gloves seeps away eaten by the very materials the gloves are made from. His eyes are covered by white mirrored shades and he stands with a tall conviction of a man who's done this song and dance far too many times before.

     Behind him stands a much smaller man, features soft and.... generic, as if he's hardly there at all the kind of man one would have a hard time picking out of a crowd. In one hand he holds a briefcase in the other a folded up umbrella. Standing silently at the side of none other then Gregory Stark, a man who's something of a legend to the people of madripoor, one of the men who helped build the city into what it is today.

     "Wesker." He calls out in a bored tone of voice white spats clacking out against the floor, one, two step step, one two, step step. A melodic repeating pattern of the night echoing out through the gruesome halls "I'd like to have a little chat with you on a few matters of mutual importance." Spoken as the businessman who's a few moments early for a scheduled appointment rather then one who's just fought through the mansions monsters to get to this point. There's not even a sweat broken on his face as he comes to a halt the last of the blood leaving his shoes.

Albert Wesker has posed:
The place is surprisingly clean of course as the place could almost be the home of a modern dracula. Slowly walking through the place a servant comes up. A young man, perhaps 20ish or mid twenties hard to be sure. He's dressed in clean clothes and seems well cared for, The intusion of course has the place on alert with the sudden barging of doors being forced open.

Of course The man says, "You could have just knocked." he says almost boredly. Given wesker's penchent for making BOWs as some believe this man could be a walking infection factory.

"If you will come with me. The young man slowly leads Gregory into the Library area as the flashes of lightning show a man in dark clothes looking out the window. While he has a bit of a macabe enjoyment, wesker is a tidy man.

"Gregeroy Stark. To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit and violence of your arrival?" he asks.

Beside him maybe twenty feet is a medical chair, one spencer was known to use, empty, on the ground is a large stain of long dried blood, as if it pooled out of some unfortuante victim."

Turning to face Gregory Wesker stands there as lightning flashes behind him, his eyes glow brightly behind his sunglasses, the redish glow of something far more than human.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     Gregory calmly follows as the servant leads. His own stride calm and reserved not leaving a single footprint of blood behind himself as his own servant follows closely behind, far, far too calm for a man who's just seen what most mortal men dread to dream of.

     Walking along Gregory takes in the sights abound. "I'm one for an entrance." He speaks with a well reserved voice of his own intentions, a quick wipe of his own gloves with an antibacterial wipe despite how clean they already are as he moves along to the room of the main man.

     Finally once he meets face to face with Wesker it's a business like stance all around respectable, reserved. "Love what you've done with the place." As he looks back to the new master of Spencer Manor.

     "I felt I owed it to you to make certain your security was up to par." Spoken with a slight smile. He moves closer still over towards wesker unphased by the flash of red eyes, his assistant barely seeming to even register the conversation going on around him for his focus on the task at hand. "Besides, a show of force goes a long way in negotiations." His face cracking into a smile from one ear to the other of pure white teeth, almost too white to be perfectly honest. They look like they've been bleached white for how much they practically sparkle.

Albert Wesker has posed:
Wesker is already calculating this man, and has done his research on Gregory as well as just about everyone in Madripoor who could be a threat. And already knows of some of Gregories weaknesses. Including the fact he is a germophobe. Moving calmly measured everything he says. "Spencer had his tastes, not quite what I prefer but it was a start."

Walking over to a cabnet and then pulling out one of Spencer's bottles of brandy, at least a 25 year vintage as he pours himself a glass. "I would offer you a glass if you are interested."

My security is very well and you can resassured that I have taken steps to ensure that nothing unpleasant that happens here can escape." he says. "As for a Show of force I consider it cliche` over used."

Gregory Stark has posed:
     "Yes, unfortunate business what happened to Spencer." Gregory offers adjusting his glove once more to make sure it's on absolutely tightly. "It's a loss to the entire community." Spoken more formally then out of pitty or even out of sadness for the loss of life.

     He walks over towards the window of the room stood tall, as his assistant follows close behind placing the umbrella under one arm. "Unfortunately, I'll have to decline." Stated with a polite smile. "I find I work my best on a clear head." A light moments pause "Something narcotics and alcohol alike Inhibit."

     "But every cliche' has its uses, Mr.Wesker" He pauses a long moment before turning back. "And this show of force has done exactly what it was supposed to."

Albert Wesker has posed:
Wesker of course drinks the Brandy. He won't get intoxicated as he sets it down and his eyes roam over the person acompnying Mr. Stark. Mutant at least, Cybernetic killer at best. Wesker's reasonibly sure he can handle him. And if he can't he's got four Nemesis guardians in hidden alcoves in the room.

The room is well shielded from scans or similar as he asks. "So what exactly did you accomplish." Right now Wesker things it is simply a show of force that Wesker is vulnerible to Stark's visits anytime he wants.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     Gregory's associate calmly holds the briefcase close to himself as he stairs off into the far distance. His eyes get a far off look to them as he focuses on something miles away still completely silent.

     "That Mr.Wesker is a subject for another time." He pauses as he turns back to face Albert. "The current topic is the matter of a mutual agreement" He gesticulates precisely and directly with his hands motioning in the air quick."I have something to offer you, and you have a certain something to offer me."

Albert Wesker has posed:
AS he looks at Gregory he is holding the empty brandy glass and sets it down thinking he may need to kill Gregory here. A high powered .50 caliber AE round to the back of the head would so it., hollow point. No that would be too quick. Better to infect him with some incurrible disease, one that makes him suffer and linger for years.

"I'm listening but I urge you to choose your words carefully. My Patients are finite," no malice to the tone. Infact he is fairly amused with Gregories "This almost reminds me of when Hydra asked me to join their ranks. They found they couldn't live with my rejection."

Gregory Stark has posed:
     "Trust me when I say i'm not about to ask you to join any fanclubs." Gregory assures as he snaps his finger. The assistant snaps back to attention and walks naturally over to Gregorys side and opens up a small briefcase with the Stark Global Solutions logo embossed on the back of it.

     "I supply you with cutting edge technology" A point to the briefcase and it's mysterious mind blowing contents. "And you supply me with the viral research I need to complete a personal project of mine."

Albert Wesker has posed:
As he looks onto Gregory stark in the moment that the desire for virus research is mentioned wesker actually looses all amusement as it's clear that he is right on the edge of deciding to Kill Gregory. "And what sort of Viral research are you talking about?" he asks as he is very clearly positioned himself to possibly attack Gregory. There is one thing that Wesker won't share. Is T-virus or G-virus research. Or anything related. That is something he has locked down so tightly it's hard to even find it's name.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     "I'm looking for your skills in virology as they pertain to Aqua Cure" Gregory notices the change in attack stance but simply stands still waiting for the first strike to come in. "It's for a personal project of mine that's been in the works for many years." His feet turning slightly on the spot to change his own stance just barely. Eyes looking towards wesker from behind those highly advanced sunglasses.

     Nearby the assistant seems nearly oblivious to the interchanges potentially lethal turnaround. However once he shows the goods on offer it's a quiet sealing back shut of the case. Briefcase is slid down to one side of him as he stands perfectly still.

Albert Wesker has posed:
As he listens to the talk of the Aqua Cure and then he seems to relax a bit. Clearly he was expecting something on the level of wanting the T-virus. And says, "ah I see you are wanting the first aid spray that seals wounds and protects against infection. Yes one of Umbrella's top selling products. One that cleans, disinfects, and applies a rapid cellular grown medium, and then forms an water tight seal around an injury allowing it to heal rapidly, in a quarter of the time normally needed.

"Perhaps something could be arranged." He says looking over the "I am courious what the goal for it is?" Of course Umbrella is dying and many of it's secrets are being swallowed up by various companies.

Gregory Stark has posed:
     Gregory steeples his hands for a moment together. "I've been working on a passion project for some time." Gregory states plainly falling into a more comfortable stance once the removal of hostilities is made perfectly clear, and the mood de-escelates appropriately. "I believe the research that lead to the creation of Aqua-cure, and its formula would allow me to make a potent enough variant to keep a patient alive during..." He trails off for a few moments looking towards his assistant. "Well let's just say I think it'll drastically lower the mortality rate of a procedure I'm invested in."

Albert Wesker has posed:
Wesker is thinking the Formula as he says. "I see." and then thinking carefully recalling how once it is sprayed out of the can the solution becomes unscannible. Company secret of course. He inhales and thinks, "Did you know I was one of the key developers of that formula? hmmmm, I have been working on a new more potent version of it. it's not as safe as the orginal, I could provide you with the formula of the orginal with the understanding that you are not to market it. Umbrella may be dying, but it still holds power. Power I need to carefully dismantle unless you want to risk another fiasco like Raccoon City happening. I seriously doubt your employers of SHIELD would like that very much."

Gregory Stark has posed:
     "Consider it done." Gregory looks over towards Wesker with a small step forward arm outstretched. The lightning strikes again bathing the two in the glow of a vibrant light for just one fleeting moment. "I'll make sure it stays a company secret until long after we're both dead and gone." A small smirk creeps up Gregory's face as he says the words.

Albert Wesker has posed:
Stark may just be dancing with the devil himself and slowly he will offer to shake Stark's hand and says, "In return I think I can make much better use of your resources. There will be a list of some hard to acquire materials and chemical compounds I will need delivered to a Facility in Raccoon City. Do what you feel is nessicary to get it through the Quarrintine field and convince SHIELD it is need that I am attempting to Cure the Survivors and ensure none carry the T-virus inside them." he says. "I still have a few things I need to attempt to before I return to the City and start acquiring the final parts neccisary to produce the cure."

Gregory Stark has posed:
     There's a long moments silence before Gregory speaks again. A quick handshake exchanged between himself and Wesker. "Consider it done." He repeats with a smile. "And just because I work with shield doesn't mean I work for them." A pause. "I'll get your supplies through the quarantine without any unnecessary casualties nor suspicion, I've been at this game far too long to let something like that slip."