To everybody: Trent is the person who wants Umbrella down becouse they killed his parents... It's on the end of Underworld...
Citation: "I stand in front of them, smiling, and I say, "A little
background, in case any of you have forgotten.
"Early in Umbrella's history - before there was such
a thing as White Umbrella - there was a scientist
working in their research and development sector
named James Darius. Dr. Darius was an ethical and
committed microbiologist, who, along with his lovely
wife, Helen - a doctor of pharmacology, in fact -
- spent untold hours developing a tissue-repair synthesis
for their employers, one that James had created himself.
This synthesis that took up so much of the
Dariuses' time was a brilliantly designed viral complex
that - if properly developed - had the potential to
greatly reduce human suffering, even one day to wipe
out death by traumatic injury.
Both James and Helen had the highest of hopes for
their work - and they were so responsible, so loyal and
trusting, that they went to Umbrella immediately, once
they realized the potential of what they were designing.
And Umbrella, Inc. also realized the potential. Except
what they saw was a financial nosedive if such a miracle
were to be released. Imagine all the money that a
pharmaceutical company would lose if millions of people
stopped dying each year; but then, imagine what money
could be made if this viral complex could be designed to
fit a military application. Imagine the power.
With incentives like that, Umbrella really had no
choice. They took the synthesis from Darius, they took
the notes and research, and they turned it all over to a
brilliant young scientist by the name of William
Birkin, barely out of his teens and already the head of
his own lab. Birkin was one of them, you see. A man
with the same vision, the same lack of morals, a man
they could use. And with their own puppet in place,
they realized that having the good Doctors Darius
around could prove to be inconvenient.
So, there was a fire. An accident, it was said, a
terrible tragedy - two scientists and three loyal assistants
all burned up. Too bad, so sad, case closed - and
so began the division of Umbrella known as White
Umbrella. Bioweapons research. A playground for the
filthy rich and their toadies, for men who'd lost anything
resembling a conscience a long, long time ago." I
smile again. "For men like you."
"White Umbrella had thought of everything, or so
they believed. What they hadn't considered - either
because they were too shortsighted or ignorantly dismissive
- was the young son of James and Helen, their
only child, away at boarding school when his parents
were burned alive. Perhaps they simply forgot about
him. But Victor Darius didn't forget. In fact, Victor
grew up thinking about what Umbrella had done, dare
I say obsessing over it. There came a time when Victor
could think of nothing else, and that was when he
decided to do something about it.
To avenge his mother and father, Victor Darius
knew he would have to be extremely clever and very,
very careful. So he spent years just planning. And more
years learning what he needed to know, and even more
making the right contacts, moving in the right circles,
being as devious and underhanded as his foe. And one
day, he murdered Umbrella, just as they murdered his
parents. It wasn't easy, but he was determined, and
he'd devoted his entire life to the project."
I grin. I say, "Oh, and did I mention that Victor
Darius changed his name? It was a bit of a risk, but he
decided to go with his father's middle name, or at least
part of it. James Trenton Darius wasn't using it
anymore, after all."
