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-looks at Key with a blank expression, per usual- ...Irving's boss, and currently, the only one here who thinks this is just plain disturbing.
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-looks to the stranger girl and decides to ignore her comment- The weapons dealer and the government lapdog getting friendly over a game of Twister? Quaint.
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-walks in to see the bunch...playing Twister- "...I should have expected to see something ridiculous like this going on."
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Wesker crossed his arms behind his back, military-style. "I hope that's true. The more people we have in our business midst that are not under the control of the Plagas, the greater chances we have of being threatened. We have the grunt Majini workers for a reason.... If we have this female working on the refinery without my notification, it could very much be a sign of defiance from its Directo ...
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Excella's "business" partner walked into the office not long after her, looking down very intently at the smartphone in his hand. As he came up behind the desk next to the woman, he closed the phone and slipped it back onto his belt. "Were you out in the village earlier? I've had activity reports of 'visitors' to the region, including a particularly-strange worker taking her place at Irving's ref ...
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Overseeing really was his task nowadays. In the early stages of development of the Uroboros project, Wesker had been more than all-hands on the work. He had used his own resources, plus those of Tricell, to engineer his magnus opus, and had been the one slaving away in the development labs with his work, usually alone. Now that the virus itself was complete, all that was left to do was subject it ...
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The shirtless man sat in the chair in the far end of the room, bright white lights focused on his figure. The man slouched over, his breathing heavy. Above him, was an observation deck. The large glass window provided a view of the room below, which was a small maze between large cryo-tubes filled with bio-organic fluid, currently empty otherwise. Several other men in full military garb were in th ...
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The bridge was just as much an empty room as the other places Wesker had come across so far. Blood-stained floors, overturned chairs; the works. He made his way over to the primary control console, looking over the screens. "Hmm... So we have been turned off course..." the man muttered to himself. Apparently, someone must have knocked the controls awry when they were attacked by the beasts, and ...
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How ironic. Albert Wesker thought he was past being the one playing survival horror here, after the Mansion Incident, and after fighting his way through the Umbrella Russian facility. He had almost grown used to pulling all of the strings at his African Tricell base... Then again, he shouldn't have been too surprised. Weren't the types that he associated with, Umbrella and Tricell employees alike, ...
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As he had expected; the ballroom provided nothing of interest. People dancing and drinking, without a care in the world. He turned around after only a few short minutes in the room, and headed right back out, this time heading for his own quarters. ]
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Wesker raised his forearm slightly and adjusted the cuff link of his shirt sleeve, before doing the same with the other. He glanced at a queer young female standing not far from him as he exited the conference room, his eyes staying on her for a mere second before they shifted away to the hallway ahead of him, apparently uninterested. He continued down the hall, briefly considering stopping by th ...
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"We all know the full purpose of this 'pleasure' cruise event, a primary factor of it being that it is not simply for recreation. We should all expect to see the contributions from every participating region branch since our last exclusive meeting, considering such things aren't exactly prime talk at the G.P.C. conferences." Albert Wesker paused, taking a moment to brush back his groomed hair; it ...
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