Missing file
Part 3 of Albert Wesker x F!reader series (Getting to know you)
Part 1
Masterlist
Wesker and reader are sent to an old Umbrella facility to look for a lost file.
Word count: 2526
The flashlight you hold shines down the empty corridor, piles of books and equipment littering the floor. Everything is covered in a thick layer of dust, making you sneeze occasionally.
"Should have taken some masks with us," you comment. Your voice echoes through the hall, bouncing back at you. As if emphasising your point you sneeze again.
Wesker glances back at you, he had insisted on going first. "Perhaps, although I think you should be tested for an allergy," he jokes before looking back ahead, making sure the light from his flashlight illuminates everything up ahead.
A small laugh leaves you at his joke. Him joking used to be a rare occurrence, especially when you just met him. "I got tested a few months back, I'm fine," you reply, making sure you follow close by, not letting him out of your sight.
"Sure," he mutters, not bothering to look back this time, just continuing down the endless hallway.
Finally, it seems to end, a small green light illuminating above the doorway that separates into two sides. Left and right. The right side leads to the morgue and operating room. Those were two rooms you weren't really keen on exploring by yourself, especially in the dark. Not that you were afraid...definitely not. The left side has a sign that says laboratory, nothing special, should be mostly paperwork in there according to the intel you had received.
Your boss had sent you a memo two weeks ago, letting you know that Wesker and yourself were chosen to look for a misplaced file at one of the old Umbrella facilities. What he had failed to mention was just how much of a mess the place had been left in. It would take hours to find the papers, if at all.
"I think we should start on the left in the lab," Wesker says as he glances down at his watch, then glances up at you. Nodding you agree, eager to avoid the morgue.
Once again he leads the way, keeping you within arms reach if something were to happen.
Wesker pulls on the door handle, hoping it will open just as easily as the other doors you had encountered so far. Nothing, it stays in place like it weighs a ton. He attempts to wiggle it, hearing a slight rattling as if something is keeping it in place.
"It's barred from the inside, we'll have to go around," he says as he pulls out a walkie talkie and hands it to you. You grasp the device and look at him, puzzled.
"You stay here, or go to the morgue while I go around."
"But, shouldn't I go with you?" You ask, not all that keen on staying by yourself. Realistically it wasn't like something was going to come after you, but it was an Umbrella facility after all, and working at one currently you know just how much odd stuff is kept around.
"You have your gun don't you," he motions to your holster. It sits heavy on your hip, not the usual equipment you carry with you on a day to day.
"Yes," you answer, picking said gun up and inspecting it, making sure it seems in order. Something you probably should have checked earlier. It had gone forgotten as Wesker had taken the lead, instilling you with a sense of safety.
He pats your shoulder as he walks past you. "You'll be fine, I taught you how to shoot didn't I?" He smirks, proud of how proficient you had become under his training, even though it had been a short amount of time.
You simply huff at his remark as he walks down the hall you came from, looking for a way around and into the lab. He disappears quickly into the shadows, making you realise you need to get going.
Shining your flashlight to the right you spot the sign for the morgue again. Another small but green light shining above the door, letting you know it's open. Before you can enter through the door your radio crackles to life.
The first few sounds are just odd static, but then his voice can be heard, clearer the more he talks. "In the morgue yet?" He asks. You can hear him walking, at a quicker pace than he had with you.
You hold the speak button in as you walk through the door. It opened very easily for you, how lucky. "No, well I just stepped through the door," you huff a laugh. "You just left."
"Bit slow are we?" He mutters back, then you hear a loud crash.
Stopping in your tracks, you ask in a slight panic, worried something happened to him. "Are you alright?"
There is a pause for a minute, and that minute of silence kills you, just a bit. "Wesker?"
"I'm fine, just kicked a vent down, I'll have to see if I can make it to the lab via the ventilation system," he explains. "Don't worry," he adds, a small piece of reassurance.
"Okay," you reply as you prop your flashlight up on a small rolling cabinet.
It goes quiet again. You assume you shouldn't bother him, not when he is crawling through the vents like some bug. The thought makes your laugh before you remember where you are.
The flashlight you propped up towards the ceiling acts as an overhead light, basking the whole room in a decent glow, making it easier to look around. Just like the hallways, there are numerous items scattered on the floor, papers, test tubes, a pen and even a splatter of red which you guess is blood. Lovely.
Grimacing, you walk over to the wall lined with shelves. They are all filled with big fat folders, containing numerous papers. Not exactly what you were looking for at the moment. Despite having a lot to look through, your boss had been helpful in letting you know that the file you were looking for was thin and bright red. So it would stand out if you happened to stumble upon it.
As you scan the shelves, you pick up your radio again, deciding to check on Wesker.
"How is the vent cleaner doing?"
"Not too well," he starts, but stops to sneeze mid sentence, half of it being cut off by the radio. "The vent I started in was a dead end so I have to backtrack," he mumbles, not sounding all that happy.
"I think you should get an allergy test," you reply back, proud of using his own remark against him.
He doesn't reply, which you take as the joke landing perfectly.
You're just about to say something else when a sudden sound clings out from the room next door, the operating room. The two rooms are separated with only a glass window and a door leading into said room, for observation purposes you guess. You pull your gun out, back facing the shelves as your eyes dart from side to side.
As you look around, scanning your surroundings, you take a step closer to the corner, hoping for more coverage in case something comes out at you. Just then, you notice something on the operating table, or rather someone. Your blood runs cold.
"Wesker," you whisper as quietly as possible. Despite there being glass between you, you don't want to take any chances, not while you are alone. "I think there's someone here, in the operating room." You breathe steadily as you speak, knees bent in a protective stance.
"What do you mean?" he says as he stops moving through the vent.
"On the operating table, it looks like something is on it, someone," you whisper again, your gun stays trained on the table through the glass. You know the bullet won't penetrate through the bulletproof glass, but it keeps you focused.
"Are you certain?" He asks, seemingly sceptical.
"Yes, I can see it clearly on the table." It's like you can't blink, your eyes drying as you keep them open, not wanting to take your eyes off it.
"Listen to me, the facility has been abandoned for 3 years, anything that was alive then is dead now, I promise you."
"Promise?" You ask, wanting to trust his words. You find yourself taking a step away from the wall, closer to the glass.
He sounds perfectly calm when he speaks, like there isn't a single doubt in what he is telling you. "I don't lie to you."
"Okay, I'm going to check, I can't keep looking for the file knowing that thing is there, even if it is dead."
"I'll stay on the line," he assures you as you walk towards the door that leads to the operating room.
The door opens with a slight creek, you already regret your actions, not knowing what has possessed you. You should have brought your flashlight into the room, it doesn't light up as much here as it did by the shelves. However, you aren't about to turn your back on the operating table now, not when you are this close.
In the dim lighting you can see the faint outline of whatever lies on the table, a thin cloth draped over it, which is then covered in more dust. The hand that holds your gun shakes before you steady yourself, taking a step closer and pinching the edge of the fabric, ready to lift it up.
Dust goes flying and you step back to avoid the cloud that circles around yourself and the table. Once it settles you look back, properly this time. You wish you hadn't. The person that lies there hardly looks human anymore. Probably having gone through multiple surgeries, tests and experiments. It's grotesque to look at.
Deciding you've seen enough you place the covering back over them and step away, making your way back into the morgue. Thankfully, that room was lacking bodies, ironic really.
"That poor person," you mutter into the radio. Already having put your gun away as you continue the search for the red folder.
"Not a pretty sight," Wesker replies, having a guess as to what you have seen. You can hear a whirring sound from his side of the radio.
"No, not at all," you say grimacing as you crouch down, opening a bottom drawer to search through it. "Any luck on your end?" You ask, wondering if he's made it out of the vents.
"No, another dead end, I'll just come back and help you look, if we don't find anything Umbrella will have to send some reinforcements for that door, no way we can do anything about that," Wesker explains, sounding slightly frustrated with the whole situation.
"Hey, maybe I can help," you answer once you remember the computer that stands in the corner. You hadn't thought of it when you saw it the first time, focused on the file you were after. "There is a computer here, since there is power it may have a map located here somewhere, or a way of opening another door?" You ask, unsure if you will be helpful.
Wesker seems to think for a moment before answering, the radio crackling slightly. "Perhaps, give it a try."
Standing up, you place the radio beside the computer, clicking the speaker button so you can use it hands free. You make sure the power cord is plugged in before you hold in the on button, hoping it will turn on. The screen stays black for a while before the Umbrella logo shows up. You smile, happy it's working.
Getting into the system is easy despite it being three years old. The password is the same standard one you use at the current facility you work at. Maybe you should bring that up to someone higher up?
You click on the security system folder, clicking through it, attempting to find something useful. "I think I found it, where exactly are you?"
"If the map I am using is correct, I believe I should be in lab 2107 on the second floor."
"Okay, just a moment..." You say clicking through the floors to find out where he is.
Once you do, you look for a possible route for him, finding one quite quickly. "Found it," you say triumphantly. "If you go back down the hall and take a right, I'll open the locked door and you can take the staircase round the back, it'll take you right down to where we need to be."
"Alright, I'll be standing by the door then," he confirms, seemingly already on his way there.
You click to unlock the door and it seems to do so seamlessly, a green light indicating it's unlocked on your screen.
"It's unlocked now," you tell him happily as you look at the screen, staying where you are if you need to open any more doors.
"I'll meet you in a few minutes then," Wesker replies. The line goes quiet.
Deciding you've seen enough of this room, you click on sleep mode on the computer before picking up your radio, ready to make your way out of the room.
The door handle pulls down as you press it, but the door doesn't open. So you try again. Nothing. You walk back to the computer in a hurried manner. Had you locked the door unknowingly? Clicking the keyboard doesn't seem to work as the computer doesn't respond. "Come on," you say frustratedly as you give the side of the screen a light tap. It flickers and powers down.
"No, no, no, come on you idiotic thing!" You repeat again, giving the computer a proper hit this time.
You continue to click away, checking the power cable, twice. The lights were still on so the power hadn't gone out. You try one more time, but the result is the same.
"Hey Wesker," you click the radio on again. You feel like such a burden, constantly having to call him for help, but what else were you supposed to do now? Before he answers you look to the ceiling, maybe you could try the vents?
"What?" He answers.
You cough once before explaining your situation. The dust wasn't too bad in here, but you feel slightly breathless. How odd. You cough for the second time now, your throat feeling dry, then again.
"Something is wrong," you croak out, your throat feeling even worse, like it's swelling, making it seem like you are breathing through a straw. "I, can't, *cough* *cough* breathe."
Attempting to say something, anything, you fail and decide to try and sit on the floor, maybe it would help? If you did end up losing consciousness you didn't want to get a concussion on top of whatever was wrong with you.
"I'm on my way, keep talking," he says across the line. Not yelling, not panicked, or maybe he is, you really can't tell over the radio. You want to respond, but you can't. Right now your focus is on trying to take a breath, you don't really want to die right now.
"Are you there?"
You can hear his footsteps on the radio, it sounds like he is running.
"Hello?!"
Next part
I spent last night writing the outline for the whole series, and all of today writing this part. I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.
Think I need a break now.
