Somewhere outside Raccoon City, at the Umbrella Corporation's temporary camp, in the command center.
The head of the Umbrella Corporation's Raccoon City branch stood before the monitors, his black suit perfectly highlighting his cold and sinister aura. His hawk-like eyes scanned the screens, seemingly unwilling to allow even the slightest abnormality to slip through his fingers.
He thoroughly enjoyed this feeling of control, finding it incredibly satisfying, almost addictive. Like m*******a, it was addictive.
"Wait!" he suddenly shouted, ordering the technician on the far right, "Backtrack... immediately!"
"Sir?" The technician didn't react immediately, turning to look at him. Clearly, he didn't understand why he was doing this.
"Do as I say." He was furious that the lowly technician
