The end justifies the means - the company's motto and the words burned into the subcortex of your brain from the first day you arrived at Umbrella. Not everyone shared it: many continued to stand still, wasting precious potential while working on creams and over-the-counter medicines, just to leave their skin intact from both the police and the top. Such as they embroidered the shiny exterior of a corporation that had risen from hell, firmly sworn to serve humanity and direct resources to its benefit: they conducted tours of factories, demonstrated new drugs for weight loss, rejuvenation and other nonsense, allowed the police and all possible control standards to sniff everywhere.
If only this wasn't another hoax... There was always something else behind the scenes. BOW specialists have never worked alone: promising and unscrupulous young minds were grouped with a mentor overseeing projects. One of the departments, which you supervised, worked on improving the hybrid of T-virus and Las-plagas strains. The experiments were exhausting, human resources were spent at an incredible rate, employees could not cope with the load and were transferred, someone ran where, but there was no result. The damn vaccine was still absorbing the virus, or the experiment ended with the death of the test subject. The only reason the company allowed you to run amok was because they needed a breakthrough as soon as possible. Ultimatums, threats, all to no avail. You picked up another resume from the folder of those who applied for a job, one of the guys from the lower department for the production of weight loss pills, desperation led to attempts to attract people like them. “Leon Kennedy," came a whisper from lips. It seems you've heard of him somewhere before.