"That's propostrous!", we heard a british man shout behind the door,"Never before have I hard such nonsense. There is no way that I was connected with the T-Virus incident! How dare you try to pin the blame on me! I suggest you get out of my house! I'm a busy man, I have no time for the likes of you!"
I peeped through the crack of the door and was just able to see a fat, smartly-dressed man standing behind his desk and three people dressed in leather. That was Umbrella, but not all of them. There was about seven or eight more.
The leader stepped forward and quickly grabbed the british man's...