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Image originally posted 24 November 2017.

The last concept version I ever posed for this particular scene. Not entirely true to the text of the novel, given that I posed it on the other side of this particular room in the Spencer Mansion to take advantage of the desk there in the room model and Spencer's lawyer is filling in for Kato. All the same I think you're getting a good idea of how this critical scene in Elza's past ends in Exodus.

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     Spencer's voice was as cold as ice. "Have Boris and Dimitri bring Jack in here."
     "At once, sir," Sergei said, as he lifted his head and then left the room.

     Kato now reappeared behind Spencer's chair, as implacable and inscrutable as ever. Spencer laughed. "Ah, those Russians. Loyal as all out. Fanatical Communists, every one of them, and still desperate for someone to lead them and give them work like they had back in the good old days. Did you know I got two battalions of them for a song after the Wall fell, Elza? Enough to staff my own private army. They're excellent fighters, every one of them, and loyal to the core; except for Nikolai of course, Colonel Vladimir's former aide. He will bear watching. But as long as he is useful, I shall continue to use him. Ah, here they come with my boy. Now the real fun begins."
     They could hear the sound of Jack Spencer's loud protests long before the young man was literally man-handled into the room by two burly Russians in military fatigues. They half-dragged and half-stiff-armed him in front of Spencer and Elza's chairs and stopped, holding him firmly with arms apart. Jack's trademark mauve jacket was rumpled and askew, his red hair was mussed, and he was obviously very angry. "What the hell is the matter with you people?!" he screamed, as he was literally planted into position by his unsympathetic escorts. "I am Jack Spencer! You do not treat a Spencer like street trash!! When my father hears about this—"
     "Shut up, boy," Spencer said evenly. "Who do you think had them fetch you?"

      Jack's head snapped around. His jaw dropped, and his eyes almost bulged out of his sockets. "Father!" he exclaimed incredulously. "But you're supposed to be in—" and then he noticed who was sitting beside him. If his eyes could have opened any wider and his jaw dropped any farther, it would have. "Y-y-y-y-you!" he finally stammered.
     "Yes, boy," Spencer growled. "She's the reason I'm back from overseas. Or more precisely what you did to her, and to all those other young girls too."

     All of the bluster and bravado had melted out of Jack Spencer at the sight of Elza sitting beside his father. He looked like a frightened animal cornered by its hunters, unable to fight or fly, knowing the death blow was about to fall but not knowing how or exactly when. "Please," he finally said. "Father, please! Why are you—?"
     "WHY?!" Spencer roared. With an effort he came to his feet. Kato stepped around from behind the chair and held out his arms to steady him, but Spencer waved him off. "Because you are a disgrace, boy! Because you have defiled the family name and honor by raping this young woman! Not to mention those others to whom you did the same! And you did it using my company's drugs to enable you! What else do you think brought me back from Europe, BOY?!?!" Spencer stopped and took in a deep breath. Elza remained still, watching the exchange, saying nothing. Jack Spencer's open jaw quivered, and his guilt was plain to see. The elder Spencer continued, rather loudly, although he was no longer yelling. "Do you know what kind of legal shitstorm you have just buried me in, boy?! Do you even have a fucking clue just how long and how much money it’s going to take for me to iron out this mess?! I ought to let them haul your sorry ass off to jail, as you deserve, but even those worthless convicts have codes of honor regarding your kind of pervert! And if it weren't for that, fresh meat like you would be lucky to last a month in the state pen! But fortunately for you boy, you are a Spencer, and Spencers do not go to jail." Spencer's voice began to lower with those last two sentences, and by the last it had dropped to a normal conversational tone. "However, you are not about to get off scot free. Oh no, boy. Not by a long shot. There are prices to be paid for everything you do, and you are about to have to pay yours." With that Spencer stopped, and a tired look passed over his face. "Kato," he said quietly, "attend me."
     The Oriental man helped Spencer ease himself back down in his chair. As for Jack Spencer, he kept glancing back and forth between his father and Elza. He had been caught, his father knew, and his father was going to do something about it. That thought alone was enough to frighten anyone, let alone Ozwell Spencer's own son. Elza continued to watch, saying nothing. She had no more clue of what was about to happen than did Jack, but apparently she was to play a part in whatever his father had in mind.
     Once Spencer was back in his chair and comfortably positioned, he looked up at young Jack and smiled. It was a smile cold enough to freeze the marrow in one's bones. "Yes, boy," he said quietly, "your bill for your actions past and present has come due today, here and now, and I will see to it that it is paid to my satisfaction. Understand?"
     "But ... but ..." Jack stammered.
     Spencer turned to Elza. "Elza, this is the second half of the solution to our mutual problem, regarding the terrible crime that my son committed against you. Here is my son. He has been immobilized and cannot hurt you anymore. Do what you will with him. You may do anything you like. Hit him, slap him, claw him, rake his face with your nails, kick him in the jimmy, gouge out his eyes, pick up anything in this study and beat him with it, or simply order my men to beat him for you. They will not kill him, of course, nor will you; but once this is done you will have the satisfaction of seeing Jack suffer for his crime, and by your own hand, the hand of the victim on whom it was perpetrated. It is, after all, the honorable thing to do. It is your one best chance for justice, Elza. Are you willing to take it?"
     Jack's expression had been growing in horror even as Spencer spoke. As soon as the old man finished, he cried, "NO!!! No, Father! This isn't fair!! You cant'! I didn't—"
     "Fair?!" the old man roared again, interrupting Jack. "Was it fair when you doped Elza's drink at that club with the somatol that my company makes, then took her to that motel and had your way with her? Was it fair that you took her clothes, and then tried to wash away the evidence of your crime? Sergei didn't know about that when he came down there and hauled your sorry ass out of there! That left poor Elza here in a fine pickle indeed, and only added to her shame and humiliation! And when Sergei called me, and I had to come back to sort this mess out, we found out it was a fine mess indeed! No, boy, there's nothing fair about it, because nothing you did to Elza or all those other girls was fair in any way! As the old saying goes: what goes around, comes around!"
     The study fell quiet again. Jack looked wildly about, straining at the firm grip of his keepers, but to no avail. After a few moments, Spencer leaned over towards Elza and looked at her. "You only get one shot at this," he said. "Make it a good one."
     Elza stood up. She paced forward until she stood within arm's reach of the immobilized Jack Spencer and then stopped directly in front of him. Her face was set, and her expression was as cold as midnight in the Arctic Circle. Jack looked into those cold eyes, saw that cold face, with the lips set so firmly, and shivered. "Please," he whimpered. "Please, Elza. Don't do this. Have mercy. Please."
     "Did you show me any mercy?" Elza said quietly. "Did you give me any choice? I would have slept with you, Jack, of my own free will. I wanted to. I was perfectly willing to do so. I even tried to let you know that I would. Any normal man would have picked up on those signs, and the hints I kept dropping, and then the two of us would have been hitting the sack forthwith. But no! You had to do it your way, to force the issue whether I liked it or not, whether I wanted to or not; which I did, but that's beside the point now. You were going to do me anyway, whether I wanted you to or not, and you were going to do me your way whether I liked it or not. That's the real crime, Jack. You took away from me my freedom of choice, and we're now both here before your father because of what you did. So tell me, Jack. What should I do to you for raping me?" With that she turned, and put her back to him.
     Jack smiled weakly. "Nothing? Just let me go?" When Elza did not answer or turn around, he continued. "I mean, after all, like you said, I was stupid. I should have seen that you wanted me. Silly me." He laughed the shrill, half-hysterical laugh of a man with his back to the wall, who had nothing to lose and was willing to try one last roll of the dice. "If I had known, then none of this would have happened. We could have just fucked and been done with it. And maybe, if I had asked, you might have indulged me in other pleasures too. After all, how did I know what you liked and didn't like? I never asked! And if I had but asked, then it wouldn't have been all so one-way, you know. Even kinkiness is a two-way street. And if I had asked—"
     Without warning, Elza abruptly spun around and punched Jack Spencer solidly in the gut.
     Elza was a young woman. She did not come anywhere close to having the upper body strength of the two muscular Russians who were holding Jack in place. However, she was an athlete and her muscles were both firm and responsive while at the same time not taking away from her natural feminine beauty. There was in addition her own rage at what had happened to her, and how it had happened, and her anger at the implications of Jack's current ranting. She took all of that anger and rage, channeled it and shaped it, and used it to drive her fist as hard as she could into the young man before her. It was a punch strong enough that even Jack's Russian keepers were caught off-guard by both its strength and speed, and they could not help but let the young man sag in their grip because of it.
     Jack doubled over as Elza's fist drove into him. Everything loose that was in his mouth came out and sailed past Elza's right ear, accompanied by a loud and painful groan. His tongue tried to follow suit, but it was held in place by its roots at its most extreme limit. Jack's eyes all but popped out of their sockets with the force of that blow. He hung there doubled-over for a second or two, then sank to his knees even as Elza withdrew her fist and stepped back. He began to gag and to cough the hacking cough of a person desperately trying to catch their breath due to some extreme condition. His head hung down, his mouth was wide open, and his eyes were now firmly shut. Had the Russians not still been gripping his arms he would have collapsed to the floor. Jack continued to cough and hack and heave, and blood began to spot the carpet below his open mouth.
     Elza turned away from the young man coughing up blood and walked over to Ozwell Spencer. "I think you'd better call your doctor," she said. "I believe I've ruptured his spleen."
     Spencer looked up at her, with open admiration in his eye. "I'll do that. Thank you, Elza. You may go now. Sergei?"
     Sergei stepped forward from where he had been standing by the door. He bowed slightly to Elza and waved toward the door with one hand. "Miss Walker?" Elza walked to Sergei and the door to the study. Before she passed through, however, Spencer called out to her.

     "Elza? Before you go ...."
     Elza turned and looked back at him. "Yes, Mr. Spencer?"
     Spencer looked at his son. Both of the Russians had by now let him down. The young man was curled up on the blood-splattered carpet, both arms wrapped around his stomach, wheezing and hacking and still coughing up blood. He looked back at Elza and smiled. "Good job, Elza. Well done."
     Elza nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Spencer." She looked up at Sergei and nodded again, and then the two of them left the study.

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From Chapter 22 of

Resident Evil: Exodus - The Tale of Elza Walker

by Richard Mandel

You can read online and for free the full text of the last official public release of Resident Evil: Exodus - The Tale of Elza Walker at the Wattpad free e-book site. Here's a direct link to the Table of Contents page:

www.wattpad.com/482772140-resi…

The old PDF download option link on Wattpad has been dead for years. Here's a new link if you want the complete text:
www.mediafire.com/file/wme7q87…

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COMMENTS

Did you know I got two battalions of them after the Wall fell, Elza? - based on Capcom's own background materials regarding Sergei Vladimir and the formation of both the Umbrella Security Service (USS) and the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasures Service (UBCS).

except for Nikolai, of course .... He will bear watching. - RE3's Nikolai Ginovaef, or Zinoviev as is the current popular way of spelling his name in English. It all depends on you how you translate it from the original Russian, and I promise to delete the comments of anyone and ban them from this site who insists on arguing for one form or the other and which is a more accurate translation. Both forms of his last name are correct depending on how you translate it and both have been used "in canon" at various times, although as I said the latter (Zinoviev) is the current Capcom and fan favorite. That's why I left his last name out of Exodus, so you could use whichever form you personally prefer. Okay? Okay. Most of us prefer to call him just Nikolai anyway, since everybody knows who he is and that makes the issue of the proper spelling of his last name pretty much unimportant save mostly to rabid RE canon nazis. XD

Yes, boy - Spencer is going to be doing a lot of unintentional channeling of the Tall Man from the Phantasm horror film franchise in this part of the scene. (BOY!!!!!)

She's the reason I'm back from overseas - And Spencer's going to stay in Raccoon City "cleaning up this mess" until the T-virus Outbreak goes down, per the end of REUC's "Death's Door" scenario. Again -- continuity, folks. Continuity.

somatol - named by this author in honor of soma, the popular drug featured in Aldous Huxley's famous sci-fi novel Brave New World. In the world of Exodus it's a powerful sedative made by Umbrella for medical use, but which Jack Spencer finds handy as a date rape drug along the same lines as our real world's rohypnol (go look it up). BTW consider this post the same as my permission both to use the name somatol and my concept for it as laid down in Exodus for your own stuff, whatever that may be and whether it's for profit or not, without any recompense to me, and provided you both give me credit for the original concept and Aldous Huxley as the ultimate source for the name.

BTW there's a coda of sorts to provide closure to this dark incident from Elza's past, and you can find out what that is by going on to the next storyboard image.

Description

Image originally posted 24 November 2017.

The last concept version I ever posed for this particular scene. Not entirely true to the text of the novel, given that I posed it on the other side of this particular room in the Spencer Mansion to take advantage of the desk there in the room model and Spencer's lawyer is filling in for Kato. All the same I think you're getting a good idea of how this critical scene in Elza's past ends in Exodus.

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PREV -->     FIRST -->      NEXT -->

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     Spencer's voice was as cold as ice. "Have Boris and Dimitri bring Jack in here."
     "At once, sir," Sergei said, as he lifted his head and then left the room.

     Kato now reappeared behind Spencer's chair, as implacable and inscrutable as ever. Spencer laughed. "Ah, those Russians. Loyal as all out. Fanatical Communists, every one of them, and still desperate for someone to lead them and give them work like they had back in the good old days. Did you know I got two battalions of them for a song after the Wall fell, Elza? Enough to staff my own private army. They're excellent fighters, every one of them, and loyal to the core; except for Nikolai of course, Colonel Vladimir's former aide. He will bear watching. But as long as he is useful, I shall continue to use him. Ah, here they come with my boy. Now the real fun begins."
     They could hear the sound of Jack Spencer's loud protests long before the young man was literally man-handled into the room by two burly Russians in military fatigues. They half-dragged and half-stiff-armed him in front of Spencer and Elza's chairs and stopped, holding him firmly with arms apart. Jack's trademark mauve jacket was rumpled and askew, his red hair was mussed, and he was obviously very angry. "What the hell is the matter with you people?!" he screamed, as he was literally planted into position by his unsympathetic escorts. "I am Jack Spencer! You do not treat a Spencer like street trash!! When my father hears about this—"
     "Shut up, boy," Spencer said evenly. "Who do you think had them fetch you?"

      Jack's head snapped around. His jaw dropped, and his eyes almost bulged out of his sockets. "Father!" he exclaimed incredulously. "But you're supposed to be in—" and then he noticed who was sitting beside him. If his eyes could have opened any wider and his jaw dropped any farther, it would have. "Y-y-y-y-you!" he finally stammered.
     "Yes, boy," Spencer growled. "She's the reason I'm back from overseas. Or more precisely what you did to her, and to all those other young girls too."

     All of the bluster and bravado had melted out of Jack Spencer at the sight of Elza sitting beside his father. He looked like a frightened animal cornered by its hunters, unable to fight or fly, knowing the death blow was about to fall but not knowing how or exactly when. "Please," he finally said. "Father, please! Why are you—?"
     "WHY?!" Spencer roared. With an effort he came to his feet. Kato stepped around from behind the chair and held out his arms to steady him, but Spencer waved him off. "Because you are a disgrace, boy! Because you have defiled the family name and honor by raping this young woman! Not to mention those others to whom you did the same! And you did it using my company's drugs to enable you! What else do you think brought me back from Europe, BOY?!?!" Spencer stopped and took in a deep breath. Elza remained still, watching the exchange, saying nothing. Jack Spencer's open jaw quivered, and his guilt was plain to see. The elder Spencer continued, rather loudly, although he was no longer yelling. "Do you know what kind of legal shitstorm you have just buried me in, boy?! Do you even have a fucking clue just how long and how much money it’s going to take for me to iron out this mess?! I ought to let them haul your sorry ass off to jail, as you deserve, but even those worthless convicts have codes of honor regarding your kind of pervert! And if it weren't for that, fresh meat like you would be lucky to last a month in the state pen! But fortunately for you boy, you are a Spencer, and Spencers do not go to jail." Spencer's voice began to lower with those last two sentences, and by the last it had dropped to a normal conversational tone. "However, you are not about to get off scot free. Oh no, boy. Not by a long shot. There are prices to be paid for everything you do, and you are about to have to pay yours." With that Spencer stopped, and a tired look passed over his face. "Kato," he said quietly, "attend me."
     The Oriental man helped Spencer ease himself back down in his chair. As for Jack Spencer, he kept glancing back and forth between his father and Elza. He had been caught, his father knew, and his father was going to do something about it. That thought alone was enough to frighten anyone, let alone Ozwell Spencer's own son. Elza continued to watch, saying nothing. She had no more clue of what was about to happen than did Jack, but apparently she was to play a part in whatever his father had in mind.
     Once Spencer was back in his chair and comfortably positioned, he looked up at young Jack and smiled. It was a smile cold enough to freeze the marrow in one's bones. "Yes, boy," he said quietly, "your bill for your actions past and present has come due today, here and now, and I will see to it that it is paid to my satisfaction. Understand?"
     "But ... but ..." Jack stammered.
     Spencer turned to Elza. "Elza, this is the second half of the solution to our mutual problem, regarding the terrible crime that my son committed against you. Here is my son. He has been immobilized and cannot hurt you anymore. Do what you will with him. You may do anything you like. Hit him, slap him, claw him, rake his face with your nails, kick him in the jimmy, gouge out his eyes, pick up anything in this study and beat him with it, or simply order my men to beat him for you. They will not kill him, of course, nor will you; but once this is done you will have the satisfaction of seeing Jack suffer for his crime, and by your own hand, the hand of the victim on whom it was perpetrated. It is, after all, the honorable thing to do. It is your one best chance for justice, Elza. Are you willing to take it?"
     Jack's expression had been growing in horror even as Spencer spoke. As soon as the old man finished, he cried, "NO!!! No, Father! This isn't fair!! You cant'! I didn't—"
     "Fair?!" the old man roared again, interrupting Jack. "Was it fair when you doped Elza's drink at that club with the somatol that my company makes, then took her to that motel and had your way with her? Was it fair that you took her clothes, and then tried to wash away the evidence of your crime? Sergei didn't know about that when he came down there and hauled your sorry ass out of there! That left poor Elza here in a fine pickle indeed, and only added to her shame and humiliation! And when Sergei called me, and I had to come back to sort this mess out, we found out it was a fine mess indeed! No, boy, there's nothing fair about it, because nothing you did to Elza or all those other girls was fair in any way! As the old saying goes: what goes around, comes around!"
     The study fell quiet again. Jack looked wildly about, straining at the firm grip of his keepers, but to no avail. After a few moments, Spencer leaned over towards Elza and looked at her. "You only get one shot at this," he said. "Make it a good one."
     Elza stood up. She paced forward until she stood within arm's reach of the immobilized Jack Spencer and then stopped directly in front of him. Her face was set, and her expression was as cold as midnight in the Arctic Circle. Jack looked into those cold eyes, saw that cold face, with the lips set so firmly, and shivered. "Please," he whimpered. "Please, Elza. Don't do this. Have mercy. Please."
     "Did you show me any mercy?" Elza said quietly. "Did you give me any choice? I would have slept with you, Jack, of my own free will. I wanted to. I was perfectly willing to do so. I even tried to let you know that I would. Any normal man would have picked up on those signs, and the hints I kept dropping, and then the two of us would have been hitting the sack forthwith. But no! You had to do it your way, to force the issue whether I liked it or not, whether I wanted to or not; which I did, but that's beside the point now. You were going to do me anyway, whether I wanted you to or not, and you were going to do me your way whether I liked it or not. That's the real crime, Jack. You took away from me my freedom of choice, and we're now both here before your father because of what you did. So tell me, Jack. What should I do to you for raping me?" With that she turned, and put her back to him.
     Jack smiled weakly. "Nothing? Just let me go?" When Elza did not answer or turn around, he continued. "I mean, after all, like you said, I was stupid. I should have seen that you wanted me. Silly me." He laughed the shrill, half-hysterical laugh of a man with his back to the wall, who had nothing to lose and was willing to try one last roll of the dice. "If I had known, then none of this would have happened. We could have just fucked and been done with it. And maybe, if I had asked, you might have indulged me in other pleasures too. After all, how did I know what you liked and didn't like? I never asked! And if I had but asked, then it wouldn't have been all so one-way, you know. Even kinkiness is a two-way street. And if I had asked—"
     Without warning, Elza abruptly spun around and punched Jack Spencer solidly in the gut.
     Elza was a young woman. She did not come anywhere close to having the upper body strength of the two muscular Russians who were holding Jack in place. However, she was an athlete and her muscles were both firm and responsive while at the same time not taking away from her natural feminine beauty. There was in addition her own rage at what had happened to her, and how it had happened, and her anger at the implications of Jack's current ranting. She took all of that anger and rage, channeled it and shaped it, and used it to drive her fist as hard as she could into the young man before her. It was a punch strong enough that even Jack's Russian keepers were caught off-guard by both its strength and speed, and they could not help but let the young man sag in their grip because of it.
     Jack doubled over as Elza's fist drove into him. Everything loose that was in his mouth came out and sailed past Elza's right ear, accompanied by a loud and painful groan. His tongue tried to follow suit, but it was held in place by its roots at its most extreme limit. Jack's eyes all but popped out of their sockets with the force of that blow. He hung there doubled-over for a second or two, then sank to his knees even as Elza withdrew her fist and stepped back. He began to gag and to cough the hacking cough of a person desperately trying to catch their breath due to some extreme condition. His head hung down, his mouth was wide open, and his eyes were now firmly shut. Had the Russians not still been gripping his arms he would have collapsed to the floor. Jack continued to cough and hack and heave, and blood began to spot the carpet below his open mouth.
     Elza turned away from the young man coughing up blood and walked over to Ozwell Spencer. "I think you'd better call your doctor," she said. "I believe I've ruptured his spleen."
     Spencer looked up at her, with open admiration in his eye. "I'll do that. Thank you, Elza. You may go now. Sergei?"
     Sergei stepped forward from where he had been standing by the door. He bowed slightly to Elza and waved toward the door with one hand. "Miss Walker?" Elza walked to Sergei and the door to the study. Before she passed through, however, Spencer called out to her.

     "Elza? Before you go ...."
     Elza turned and looked back at him. "Yes, Mr. Spencer?"
     Spencer looked at his son. Both of the Russians had by now let him down. The young man was curled up on the blood-splattered carpet, both arms wrapped around his stomach, wheezing and hacking and still coughing up blood. He looked back at Elza and smiled. "Good job, Elza. Well done."
     Elza nodded. "Thank you, Mr. Spencer." She looked up at Sergei and nodded again, and then the two of them left the study.

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From Chapter 22 of

Resident Evil: Exodus - The Tale of Elza Walker

by Richard Mandel

You can read online and for free the full text of the last official public release of Resident Evil: Exodus - The Tale of Elza Walker at the Wattpad free e-book site. Here's a direct link to the Table of Contents page:

www.wattpad.com/482772140-resi…

The old PDF download option link on Wattpad has been dead for years. Here's a new link if you want the complete text:
www.mediafire.com/file/wme7q87…

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COMMENTS

Did you know I got two battalions of them after the Wall fell, Elza? - based on Capcom's own background materials regarding Sergei Vladimir and the formation of both the Umbrella Security Service (USS) and the Umbrella Biohazard Countermeasures Service (UBCS).

except for Nikolai, of course .... He will bear watching. - RE3's Nikolai Ginovaef, or Zinoviev as is the current popular way of spelling his name in English. It all depends on you how you translate it from the original Russian, and I promise to delete the comments of anyone and ban them from this site who insists on arguing for one form or the other and which is a more accurate translation. Both forms of his last name are correct depending on how you translate it and both have been used "in canon" at various times, although as I said the latter (Zinoviev) is the current Capcom and fan favorite. That's why I left his last name out of Exodus, so you could use whichever form you personally prefer. Okay? Okay. Most of us prefer to call him just Nikolai anyway, since everybody knows who he is and that makes the issue of the proper spelling of his last name pretty much unimportant save mostly to rabid RE canon nazis. XD

Yes, boy - Spencer is going to be doing a lot of unintentional channeling of the Tall Man from the Phantasm horror film franchise in this part of the scene. (BOY!!!!!)

She's the reason I'm back from overseas - And Spencer's going to stay in Raccoon City "cleaning up this mess" until the T-virus Outbreak goes down, per the end of REUC's "Death's Door" scenario. Again -- continuity, folks. Continuity.

somatol - named by this author in honor of soma, the popular drug featured in Aldous Huxley's famous sci-fi novel Brave New World. In the world of Exodus it's a powerful sedative made by Umbrella for medical use, but which Jack Spencer finds handy as a date rape drug along the same lines as our real world's rohypnol (go look it up). BTW consider this post the same as my permission both to use the name somatol and my concept for it as laid down in Exodus for your own stuff, whatever that may be and whether it's for profit or not, without any recompense to me, and provided you both give me credit for the original concept and Aldous Huxley as the ultimate source for the name.

BTW there's a coda of sorts to provide closure to this dark incident from Elza's past, and you can find out what that is by going on to the next storyboard image.