TFC Novelization - All this for a plastic bag

Wesker gripped a clear plastic bag in his gloved hands, and he stepped forward silent as a ghost until he stood directly behind Marcus. Then, before the professor was aware of his presence, Wesker slipped the plastic bag over the man’s head and pulled it tight. Wesker’s expression didn’t alter as he performed this maneuver. His features remained composed, almost peaceful, as if he were out for a stroll in the sunshine instead of murdering someone.

Marcus’s expression wasn’t so placid. His eyes widened with shock, and he opened his mouth, instinctively trying to draw in a breath. But all he managed to do was seal a portion of the plastic to his lips and tongue. He lunged out of his chair in an attempt to escape, but Wesker tightened his grip on the bag, preventing Marcus from doing more than getting to his feet. Marcus reached up and began clawing at the bag, attempting to pull it off, but he was unable to get any purchase on the plastic. He tried biting through it in a desperate attempt to create even a tiny air hole, but Wesker was nothing if not thorough, and he’d selected a bag made from a brand of plastic that was highly puncture-resistant.

Marcus continued clawing and biting at the plastic bag for a moment longer, but he was an intelligent man and soon realized there was nothing he could do. He stopped fighting then and allowed his arms to fall to his sides. The pink flesh of his lips began to edge toward blue, and he fixed his gaze on Isaacs. Isaacs expected to see anger in his soon-to-be-ex-partner’s eyes, along with the fear that came from knowing death was only moments away. Those emotions were there, but mixed in with them was a deep sorrow, and Isaacs could almost hear what Marcus was thinking.

You were my friend. We were going to do such good for the world…

Isaacs held Marcus’s gaze for several seconds before turning abruptly and walking out of the study. He told himself he did this because he had arrangements to make.

- Prologue