DISCLAIMER: I own nothing in the following pages except for characters I make up. Any mention of brand names is purely by accident and I don’t own them either. RE belongs to Capcom. Alexandra Wesker is the sole property of me and can only be used with my permission.

A/N: Ok, friends and neighbors things are going to get darker and stranger. I am also going to seriously screw with the CVX storyline. You have been warned and please enjoy!

Kent looked through the observation window, his arms behind his back and a small smile playing across his face. From all the reports he’d been given, Alex was progressing nicely. In just one week she had learned everything she would need to know to complete this mission. Although, even he had to admit the drugs had helped greatly with that.

They’d started by slipping it into her food, then slowly progressed to having her voluntarily taking them. Of course the illusion that she was taking medicine would have to be kept up anyway, the target had often been observed taking medication for migraines. The drugs would leave no permanent damage but they did leave sweet little Alexandra much more pliable, which is exactly what Kent wanted.

“Mr. Kent?”

Kent slowly turned to find Dr. Alexander behind him, a much better replacement for the ignorant Dr. Peters. Alexander was tall and thin, with a thick mop of brown hair and pair of glasses so thick they looked like coke bottles. He was also one of the few men Kent respected.

“Yes Alexander?”

“Well we’ve come up with a solution for the scars sir.” Dr. Alexander adjusted his glasses slightly. “As you know even with the most advanced plastic surgery, there is no way to eliminate all traces of the scars, especially the one on her back. Instead I think we will have to use the new product Dr. Peters has been working on.”

Kent grimaced. “Dr. Alexander, Peters is a twit. There is nothing that idiot has come up with that could possibly be of any help.”

“Well sir I do agree that he is not the sharpest marble in the bag, but he does occasionally come up with some rather interesting products.” Alexander adjusted his glasses again, flipping through his papers. “This new product was originally intended for cosmetic purposes, but headquarters thought it worked a bit too well.”

“Really?” Now Kent was interested. “What exactly is it?”

“In plain terms it is a second skin. We cover Miss Wesker with the product and it will fill in and cover all of the scars, leaving no trace that they ever existed.”

“You mean like some kind of makeup?”

“Aye sir. The plus is, the solution only has to be applied once every month in order to keep up concealment. It is also waterproof.”

“I can see now why headquarters doesn’t want to market it.” Kent’s smile broadened. “Think of the money they’d lose on all those skin creams we keep pumping out.”

“Indeed. I thought you would also like to know that her training is almost finished. She’ll be ready to ship out within two days.”

“Excellent, I am utterly astounded at her progress.”

“What astounds me is her uncanny resemblance to the subject. Same eye color, hair color, complexion. Height, weight, facial structure and body build are almost identical. She could just as easily be related to them and yet, when you set her picture next to Dr. Wesker’s you immediately see the family resemblance.”

“Ironic, isn’t it?”

Alexander nodded, his eyes straying to the room where Alexandra was sitting. Kent too, turned his attention back to his little find. It was so perfect there was no way the plan could fail. Once Alexandra was instilled on Rockfort Island as Alfred’s new personal assistant it would only be a matter of time.

Alfred was a loose cannon, had been since Alexia’s death. Kent needed a way to control him, but every agent he’d sent to the island had either been sent back, or never heard from again. But with Alexandra, he could not fail. Because once Alfred saw her his frail mind would crack and she’d have him in her grasp. The drugs Alexandra had been feed would keep her firmly within Kent’s grip, answering only to him. She would have control over Alfred, Kent would have control over her.

Kent smiled again. Alfred missed his sister desperately, so Kent would give him a new sister. One that looked and acted just like the old one. Alexandra may be Albert’s sister and shared a family resemblance, but…

She was a dead ringer for Alexia…