The Perfect Agent - (Wesker x Reader)

One question after another assembled within your mind, forming hundreds of puzzle pieces that needed to be properly fitted together to make a single answer to any of them. How was this man so powerful? What was he going to do with you? What kind of missions would you be sent on? Is he going to go after Jetline? Does he have dangerous ambitions that could cause you collateral damage?

Countless more questions would fly by like the trees outside of a car window, but none of them amounted to the biggest one of all.

Albert Wesker?

You were sure you'd heard the name before after having hopped around the United States doing any possible mercenary job. Sensitive information extracted from missions tended to fall into the wrong hands, or you got curious and took a peek yourself. All you could recall, however, was that he had something to do with Umbrella. Namely, the incident in Raccoon City—and you mentally noted any information on the matter you could find, since it's what ruined your early life.

But he was dead.

That was the last bit of information you read about him. He led his S.T.A.R.S. team for years, finally ending most of their lives (and his) after betraying them during a mission in Raccoon City. Which mission it was, you couldn't remember. Regardless, you were tense during the walk to the black van and during the drive—mostly because you were going to work for a presumably dead man and that he was previously just trying to kill you.

A huff of anxiety escaped your lips and you gazed out the window during the drive. You were placed in the left backseat with your weapons removed while Wesker traveled in another black car—you couldn't tell what brand, but it seemed expensive. The bag filled with the USBs and files you had collected was also taken.

Memphis's late night city lights sparkled, few people on the streets unless they were with a group of friends socializing and having fun. Driving past all of these people and downtown buildings yet you couldn't reflect their joyful moods. The weight sinking deep into your stomach was dread.

Quickly shifting your gaze away from the window to stop yourself from overthinking, you instead focused on quelling the suffocating emotions that riddled you.

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Hours were passing slowly, thus you came to the accidental conclusion that you should sleep. You hadn't quite intended to, but you supposed your body did as your eyes drifted closed. Nevertheless, the sudden stop to the constant rumble and rocking of the van woke you. The driver didn't say a word after pulling up the parking brake.

Faintly, the soft padding of footsteps approached the van on the opposite side of you. The door latch clicked and slid open, the sun of the early morning skies streaming in.

You simply squinted at the door, eyeing a man's figure suspiciously, unsure if you should get out as the glare of the sun obscured your vision.

A tongue clicked irritatedly from the silhouette. "If you do not exit the vehicle promptly, I can change my mind," Wesker's voice growled.

Hurriedly, you sprang from the seat and ducked your head low as you jumped through the door cautiously, not meeting Wesker's gaze. Your heart rate picked up again as you sensed the aggravated state of the man.

You took a few steps out before hearing the van door close again and Wesker began walking towards you on the crisp, flawless asphalt.

The morning sun warmed your skin in the chilled, dewy air—a sign that it was around six in the morning. As for the location, you were completely unaware, but your mind began to whir as you searched for anywhere in the United States that may look like the landscape you gazed over. The mountain range in the distance loomed over the smaller (yet still large) rocky hill before you. It had a large facility-looking infrastructure, but appeared to be only two stories from the outside.