414/The Darkness In Men's Hearts

The Darkness In Men's Hearts
Date of Scene:	14 May 2017
Location:	Madripoor
Synopsis:	Ra's al-Ghul, the Demon, makes a call to the lair of wanted bio-terrorist, Albert Wesker, for a clandestine proposition.
Cast of Characters:	Albert Wesker, Ra's al-Ghul

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Albert Wesker has posed:
Wesker is for the most part realitively relaxed in Madripoor. In one of the estates of Oswald E. Spencer, who has not been seen for a good while now. But Wesker has permission from security to come and go as he pleases. Right now he has had to leave the United States, to make further preperations for his return to Raccoon City. He is also taking steps to secure everything that he is due from Spencer.

Maybe believe that Spencer is Dead, died of old age, or Wesker killed him. Eitherway for the most part Wesker is incharge of his things in Madripoor. And he is not going hog wild with spending. Right now using his own secure lines through Umbrella servers Wesker is working through the encrypted data making sure that his plans come together.

Word is that the last time someone broke into the umbrella secrets they ended up disappearing and were never seen or heard from again. Rumors in Madripoor of horrible genetic experimentation being made. And considering that a Town in Colarado is not under a Forcefield, and SHIELD imposed Quarrintine, with it's own dedicated Helicarrier guarding it. The theroy of some sort of Bio Organic weapon was created by umbrella. A weapon that got loose, a weapon they test on those infiltrators that they capture.

One of the firms that had attempted to steal from umbrella also suffered an attack, this massive man shaped creature who's right hand had three feet long claws, able to rip through two feet thick steel plates, and was heavilly resistant to weapons fire tore through killing a number of their researchers. Before it was killed when the Lab was forced to self destruct. If umbrella was behind it. So far no one is willing to risk their wrath again for the moment.

Ra's al-Ghul has posed:
Ra's al-Ghul had known of Oswald E. Spencer, having followed the man's path when Spencer was just a graduate student. The Demon never once interfered, merely observing from time to time, a friend at a university providing the League with an assessment or story or relation of Spencer's deeds, eventually hedge funds keeping tabs on Umbrella via stock holdings, and private contractors talking to other private contractors, open ears in intelligence circles relating stories to Ra's al-Ghul.

And now, Spencer had disappeared, in favor of a far more disturbing figure. Albert Wesker. Spencer's research was madness, utter madness, an abomination that Ra's had a strong urge to strike from this word in flame. But he stayed his hand. He could not strike down every man seeking such potential danger, and at the time, he was locked in a battle between exploitive capitalism and stagnation communism. He had set the two systems up to fight, in the closing years of World War 1, and he had gradually sided more and more with the West, since their forces bred such heroes, such acts of glory, and such ruthless manuevers in the name of the human heart. Spencer happened to be on the right side. But now? There were no more sides. The game was reset for the first time since Ra's al-Ghul emerged from the LAzarus Pit

Ra's al-Ghul knows of Albert Wesker's deeds, not content to research and experiment and plan, but rather spread a brand of biological fear that was quite disturbing. Ra's al-Ghul needed to know something...From doctor, to doctor, did this research weigh on Wesker's soul? Ra's al-Ghul discarded a beloved child into the death camps during World War 2, while he engineered Hitler's greatest moves, then abandoned the Axis in their time of need. And it was merely for disobeying his strong rebuke that the system was not meant to be openly disrupted. It was one of many sacrifices he had made, personal ones. Had Wesker ever made one? Ra's al-Ghul was interested in these weapons, but to fully trust Umbrella, Ra's had to know.

Security sensors quietly trigger around the Spencer Estate in Madripoor. Cameras catch sight of men in black uniforms, wearing Chinese swords on their backs, visors over their eyes and masks over their faces, hoods hiding their heads and gloves over their hands. They move swiftly, but in a loose formation, as if together in the same mind, but apart in terms of their physical approach. They scale walls and pass through chokepoints effortlessly. And anyone that gets in their way, is dealt with non-lethally, with a martial arts blow or a sedative dart or a splash of fugu powder.

A phone rings in the house, from a satellite phone encrypted line (if backtraced), right after the first alarm goes off.

Albert Wesker has posed:
Wesker was at the Piano playing of all things, The sound of Silence by Simon and Garfunckle. His voice is deep and full, almost bass as he continues to play. He's not concerned with stolen secrets. The Labtops themselves require his Retna scan. Living retina. More so they needed to be accessed with him provately in the room. other wise a special acid will be uised to reduce the harddrive to a pool of liquid metal. The blonde man continues to play slowly taking his time. Almost arrogant in thinking that he could not be taken by surprise.

Infact there are security guards, that can be taken down, but they have implants that trigger a silent alarm when their vitals are disrupted, or in this case, a forign chemical is introduced. Analyised it is a sedative, so no alarm is sounded. No Wesker wants to see what happens when they reach him. He's amused, and dispite his ruthlessness. He doesn't kill without reason to. For now he watches on the monitors as guards miss their scheculded rounds. And of course more guards are sent to investigate. Wesker is ready to unleask some BOWS Hunters, enhanced Hunters that won't killt he guards, but any intruders. Assuming that none of the guards are actually killed, he will stay his hand.

Finishing the song he speaks. "I think someone is here to see you Spencer, should I tell them you are indisposed, indeffinately?" Wesker is of course refering to the dead old man suspected in the cryogenic tank, in the music room The hole in his chest where his heart once was evident with the light through it. Finally he will of course stop playing and slowly stands up. "I suppose it's time to see what all the fuss is about."

Ra's al-Ghul has posed:
The Assassins are not going for the estate house proper, but rather a nearby field beside a veranda. Their movements skew diagonally across the grounds until they reach it, and once there, a single Assassin, one with his sword emerging from the left side of his back rather than the right, pulls a beacon from his belt and plants it in the ground, a spike deploying and anchoring it in place. He slaps the top, and any cameras capable of doing so see an infrared beam project itself upwards, into the sky. The Assassins retreat to positions opposite the veranda, waiting in the darkness with their non-dominant hands touching the ground, crouching. They are spread into a loose ring around the edge of the grassy darkness, hidden just outside the range of the lights. Only the sheen from their visors can be seen.

The phone stops ringing, as the line automatically shuts down. And then, a few moments later, it continues to ring, from the same number.

Albert Wesker has posed:
Slowly Wesker looks over to the Ringing phone and slowly makes his way over to it well aware he is infront of a window. It's bullet proof, spencer afforded the best. As he slowly picks it up. "Spencer estate. May I help you?" he asks slowly in a calm even tone. Wesker almost has an amused smile on his face.

Ra's al-Ghul has posed:
"So there is honor among gentlemen," comes the voice on the other end, with a sallow, dark tone to it, indicating a faint hint of dislike, but also a dark affinity that cannot be denied.

"My name is Ra's al-Ghul. I represent an interest that would be classically termed as a mercantile warrior's association. The proper term, I believe, is a consortium, in the modern tongue. I wish a meeting, Mr. Wesker. My assassins will retreat without molesting your dutifuls further, if you do not wish to parlay. Otherwise, a helicopter will land shortly, carrying myself and my bodyguard."

There a pregnant silence over the line, as he awaits a response.

Albert Wesker has posed:
As Wesker smiles. "Indeed, and I thank you for not killing the guards. It is so hard to get good loyal help these days. I assume they will recover from the sedatives without harm Mr. Al-Ghul?"

Waiting for the answer he will smile once again. "Very well your Helicopter may approach and land. I will leave the lights on for you. I look forward to meeting you. For one to go through such touble... You have made an impression."

WEsker will allow his caller to hang up and then give instructions to security to allow the Chopper to land and escort them to the office area where Wesker killed Spencer.

Ra's al-Ghul has posed:
"Far less damage than a concussion. One needn't be forceful when one is being firm, I find." There's a click on the other end, as the call terminates.

A few minutes later, the helicopter sets down beside the veranda with the beacon as its guide, the grass pushed away by the rotors. The assassins remain in place, as Ra's al-Ghul disembarks from the side, a large Arab man in an Egyptian cotton suit following. "Come, Ubu, your strength will be used for wisdom yet again." Ra's al-Ghul is deferential to the guards, Ubu watching those behind Ra's with quiet, stern calculation, before they reach the office.

Ra's al-Ghul takes sight of Albert, both of them far taller than normal, although Ra's al-Ghul a much leaner build. He is not without muscle, however, simply more of it graceful. Ra's does not make a manuever to shake hands, these formalities beneath him, as Ubu stands to his rear flank, watching Albert directly and closely. "Greetings, Mister Wesker," comes his soft dulcet voice, before he looks to Oswell Spencer with a frown. Ubu's face does not shift. Ra's gaze sweeps back to Albert, disregarding the revelation he has just witnessed. "Your work brings me much concern. But concern is not necessarily attached to rebuke, in this case."

Albert Wesker has posed:
Wesker had a servant escort the pair to the estate's room properly as wesker of course knows the proper thing to do is of course offer a drink to his guest and asks. "Indeed, I have had my hand in a lot of things. Though if you are refering to the unplesant indicent of Raccoon City... That was not my doing. I had left umbrella when that unfortunate incident with Burkin unfolded." he says and asks.

"Would you like something to drink? Spencer Still had several 1859 Brandy. A very good flavor." And of course he will bid the servant to get the Said brandy. If only for himself as he looks casually over at Spencer. "I do not kill without reason, and he gave me plenty of them."

Ra's al-Ghul has posed:
"Reason often varies between individuals," Ra's al-Ghul murmurs, watching Albert. "But many people choose the reason of their fellow man, as opposed to personal morality." He looks to the servant, raising his hand, then moving his attention to Wesker. "I drink rarely, and only in times when I must. I am a child of the desert, even if I follow my own ways, much as I sense you do." Ra's quietly moves to a chair, sinking into it with unintentional melodrama trapped within the grace of the movement. Ubu remains standing.

"I know what you do, Mr. Wesker. Genetic engineering detached from traditional mammalian instincts towards anathema. I have studied Spencer's research since he was a young man. He touched a great many lives, did he not?"

Having made the statement about Spencer, Ra's al-Ghul watches Albert Wesker sharply for his response, apparently forcing the question, with the implicit test shown on his face. Ubu merely watches, neutral.

Albert Wesker has posed:
Of course Wesker will Join Ra's al-Ghul sitting down across from him as he says. "As you wish, but I would not be a proper host if I did not offer refreshments." and as he says. "Ah you know of the T-virus and the secrets of Umbrella. It matters not, I have my own plans for Umbrella."

AS he listens to Ra's he holds an almost imperceptible smile on his face. He seems oblivious of the Bodyguard, or at least does not consider him a threat if he chose to kill this man. "I am impressed, you very youthful considering Spencer was pushing a hundred and ten when I disposed of him."

The Tray is brought and of course the brandy is offered to Wesker who allows Ra's to choose the glass first if he accepts if not. Wesker will drink. "How much do you know of Spencer's secrets?" Wesker is asking to see if Ra's Al-Ghul suspects the truth of Wesker.

Ra's al-Ghul has posed:
"I am far older," Ra's al-Ghul replies nonchalantly, with a cryptic smile on his face. "Let us just say that what you are after, I already have." He accepts the brandy, making the motion of a single finger before it is poured. He accepts with his hand about the bell of the glass, supporting it gracefully. "But your scientific method is far different than the one I use. And I am not intimating that your techniques are somehow different from your era." He lifts the brandy to his mouth, looking across the room as he takes a shallow sip of the barely poured brandy snifter, drinking the finger and tucking his cheeks it, tasting it. He then tilts the snifter back up and allows it to spill out of his mouth, a practiced gesture. He purses his lips, before setting the glass aside on the endtable astride his chair.

"Perhaps I should tell you of what I do for a living, Mr. Wesker. And I use the term living very loosely. Charity perhaps." He leans back into the upholstery of the chair, crossing his left leg over the right, centuries of meditation and martial arts evident in the way he sits, although there is still a spry horseman's rise in his knee. "I am in the business of pruning this Earth towards a higher evolutionary form. I use many tools. I am schooled in a manner of action that suits care and cunning, not brutality and force. Perhaps you are a student of history?" He spreads his left hand to the side, palm up and fingers out, as he hints, "Should you see duplicity combined with a purge of stagnancy, that is my hand at work."

Albert Wesker has posed:
as he listens to Ra's Al-Ghul he will allow him to continue and he smiles. When he finishes Wesker smiles, "I had wondered. The Nazis were doing so well at the start of World War II, then it was as if the great advances just dried up. Were you also responible for Hitler's madness?"

"I do believe that we may indeed a common goal. Stagnation will kill humanity in the long run. And with so many races in the universe with so many powers and abilities. Humans fearing the rise of mutants, and metahumans. The genepool is being shook up as is, as is socioty. If you are proposing an alliance, I am intrigued, though it will have to wait. I am taking steps to clean up that mess in Raccoon." As he drinks some more using a formal way he says. "I am curious what do you believe my goals are Mr. Al-Ghul?"

Ra's al-Ghul has posed:
"Did you know that 'Nazi' is a southern German term for a backwards peasant? Specifically, from Bavaria, Adolf Hitler's home state." Ra's al-Ghul smiles blithely. "Our friend Addie cheated off every man and woman he knew for his success, his entire life. I merely removed one drug, strategy, and he substituted another." His smile fades. "Injections of methamphetamine."

"I do not seek an alliance, I am afraid. I am interested in doing business, at some point in the future, and I felt that this manner of discussion was the only way to negotiate fairly. I will use your services, once, in a manner I require, and then, we will be finished." Ra's al-Ghul has already deduced one thing that bothers him about Albert Wesker. It is Wesker's paranoia. This man, however, is not the leader of a group of Afghan communists, or a group of disenfranchised workers seeking to bring back a world they do not understand, or even the Doge of a Genoese trading colony on the Caspian finding himself suffering from the Black Plague. He has far greater resources at hand.

"I have many ways to pay you. My organization, the League of Assassins, is quite influential in its own way. We do not need to steal secrets, violate confidence, or pay others with money to get what we need. We attract those wishing to excel to the peak of humanity, without becoming beholden to the limitations forced on them by society."

Albert Wesker has posed:
With a Nod he studdies Ra's Al-Ghul. Wesker is paranoid, but not without good reason. He still has enough humanity left in him to care. God help the world when that is lost. "Ah you wish to make use of the B.O.W.s Umbrella has made. We are working on a production line for comercial use, I am just making sure that they will be safe for deployment. But in our dealings I do wish to make one thing clear, I will not tolerate another Raccoon City Event." Setting his empty brandy glass down. He continues,

"If that is perfectly understood and acceptible. Once Racoon City is dealt with. And the BOWs are finalized I will be putting on a display of their prowess in Madripoor. And Knowing SHIELD will be getting involved the Batch will be specially designed for their arrival." Wesker says with a smile. "I will be more than willing to invite you as the guest of honor."

Ra's al-Ghul has posed:
"I will not ask that particular act of you, nor would I," Ra's al-Ghul says quietly, although there is a faint threat in his voice, and it is not directed at anyone. It is a soft implication that Ra's al-Ghul is capable of much more, but chooses not to perform it. "I am a doctor by trade, Albert Wesker. And although my spies hear much, and they are everywhere, and I am capable of incredible acts of what most of humanity - by necessity - regards as against the higher order, I am a surgeon of God." He uncrosses his legs and places his hands on the chair's arms, slowly rising. "Perhaps you will understand something some day, Albert Wesker. Keep this in mind in all your dealings, should you wish to heed my advice and see your work grow benevolent across the centuries, as a shade."

"Those who remove themselves of the beliefs of the common man, have a responsibility to use their hideous strength to make the world a better place. That is the difference between running a laboratory, and running a country. Being superhuman comes with risk, solitude, and responsibility."

He gestures at Ubu, the large Arab man producing a green business card. He sets it down on a table. It has a black skull on it, with an international number and Arabic writing for 'League of Assassins'.

"I will take my leave. You may contact me at will."

Albert Wesker has posed:
of course Wesker smiles as he says. "Rest assured I am considering all options. The one thing I would seek to avoid is a human mutant war. What good are your plans when there is nothing left but ash, and tinder. Were people have to fight and murder each other for rat meat?"

"One of the many reasons I eliminated Spencer was he belived he was destined and had the right to be a god. And with the power in his hands he had to be eliminated before he did something that threatened the entire planet. AS for being Superhuman...." And Wesker smiles broadly and then he closes his eyes taking off his sunglasses.

And then looking in the Direction of Ra's as a flash of lightning erupts when opened his eyes revealing those Scarlet eyes with the slits on them. "All things considered, I am handling them rather well." he says and the Sunglasses are slowly replaced.

"Many paths, many ends. And consider this a token of my respect to a man who's intellect I respect." He will allow a servant to come in and present Ra's Al-Ghul with six bottles of that fine vintage Brandy. "When the time is Right, I will contact you." Standing up Wesker then bows to his Guest with respect. He might not be utterly as well cultured as Ra's Al-Ghul, but he does respect the man for his talents and abilities.

Ra's al-Ghul has posed:
Ubu takes the bottles without a single order from Ra's, the movement traditional at this level of intrigue, Ubu requiring no training. It is something men like Ubu understand, and it is these places that breed men like Ubu that Ra's al-Ghul looks for his most loyal companions when dealing in this manner of business. Ra's al-Ghul returns the bow with a deep bow of his head. It is perhaps arrogant, given that Wesker has all the power and Ra's al-Ghul is the one petitioning out of need, but Ra's al-Ghul understands the certain ebb and flow to these matters. It is not the traditional merchant's relationship that counts between men of power, but the mutual interaction of their roles. Wesker has taken the role of a student. And in return, since Wesker has discovered the Demon's need, Ra's al-Ghul replies with the affirmation of a grandfather.

"God is never a man who claims it openly, and perhaps never even suspects it," Ra's al-Ghul replies, his hands fading behind his green cloak. "Events as they are now are culminating. I have sensed the change for years. The agents of God are changing, because of the patterns I have woven and manipulated. And I too, must change my ways. If I cannot, I must die. You represent a resource I may need to draw upon." He turns away from Wesker, walking out of the manor and back to his helicopter, his Assassins already fading into the night. "I do not die easily."