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  • Act 3 – The Spencer Mansion Incident - Chapter 3 - The Traitor's Web

    Chapter by Weakling101 · 07 Jun 2026
  • Albert Wesker's true intention
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  • # Chapter 12: The Truth Beneath

    The basement door groaned open, releasing a wave of cold, sterile air that carried the sharp tang of antiseptic and something else—something metallic and sweet that Chris recognized from the morgue he'd visited after Claire's death.

    He stepped through first, his SIG Sauer cutting arcs through the darkness. Emergency lights flickered along the corridor, casting the walls in sickly amber. This wasn't the mansion anymore. This was something else entirely—a place where the gothic architecture gave way to poured concrete, industrial piping, and reinforced steel doors.

    "Jesus," Jill breathed beside him. "This place goes on forever."

    Chris didn't answer. His eyes were fixed on the signs mounted above each doorway: BIOHAZARD LEVEL 4 – AUTHORIZED PERSONNEL ONLY, CONTAINMENT ZONE C – RESTRICTED ACCESS, T-VIRUS RESEARCH WING – FULL DECON REQUIRED.

    They walked in silence, their footsteps echoing against the linoleum. The corridor branched and branched again, forming a maze of identical hallways. Every few meters, a closed-circuit camera stared down at them, its red light dead.

    Chris stopped at a door marked ARCHIVAL STORAGE – RECORDS DIVISION. The lock had been smashed. He pushed it open.

    The room inside was vast, filled floor-to-ceiling with filing cabinets and computer terminals. A central workstation dominated the space, its monitor still glowing. Files were scattered across the desk.

    Chris moved to the workstation. The terminal was still logged in. He read the username: DIRECTOR_WESKER.

    "Wesker was here," he said, keeping his voice level. "He's been going through the records."

    He scrolled through the open files. Personnel records, classified documents, project overviews. His stomach clenched when he spotted a folder labeled UIF-071 – REDFIELD, CLAIRE.

    He opened it. Medical report. Subject UIF-071, female, twenty-two. Exposure date: December 14, 1997. T-002 variant through broken skin. The clinical descriptions of headaches, fever, hallucinations. But the final entry wasn't a death report. It read: Subject status: Unknown. Last contact: January 1998. Recommended termination upon reacquisition.

    Chris let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. Umbrella didn't know Claire was dead. They thought she was still out there somewhere, possibly infected, possibly dead—but not confirmed.

    "What is it?" Jill asked, leaning closer.

    "Nothing useful," Chris lied, closing the file. "Just another infected. Let's keep moving."

    They moved deeper into the archives, past cabinets labeled HUNTER, LICKER, TYRANT. Chris opened drawers, stacking …
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