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The whole event had amused him greatly. She had to have known that he would track her down eventually; no individual could have been that naive. Yet, here he was, traveling half-way across the globe just to hunt her down. The odds were that she had already fled, but that did not mean he couldn't poke around in her living environment. And if she decided to come back? Oh, would he be waiting for her. He had a nice little gift for Miss Ada Wong and he would be sure to share it with her. The very thought sent a shiver down the aged Tyrant's spine and as he stepped off his private jet, he couldn't help but sneer. This would be a mildly entertaining road trip, that was for sure.
A tap on his shoulder shattered his thoughts for the moment and soon, he was eye to eye with the pilot. The man said not a word, only handing off the large, black suitcase from the back of the plane. Wesker took it into his free hand and gave the man a sharp nod before padding off towards the airport. In his other hand was a silver case with four illuminated locks on each of the corners. He kept that case close to him and away from prying eyes; all he needed was someone else questioning him.
Up the ramp he went and into the terminal he stalked. His viper-slitted eyes surveyed the area under the pair of dark shades he always had perched on his nose. Thankfully, no one had come up to him as he walked in, however, he found it oddly peculiar there were so many people just parked inside the complex. There had to be a delay or something; that had to be it. But once he got to the door to leave, he found the exit had been sealed off, locked, and utterly impenetrable. He tried once to quickly kick it, as to not grab too much attention, but it did not budge.
A set up? It couldn't have been. He had made sure to register the aircraft via a third-party and he knew there was no way any of his informants could have leaked the information; none of them really knew who he was anyway. Ada was a possibility, but even she knew that the police department couldn't be trusted. So that left questions unanswered and nothing irritated Albert Wesker more than questions that were left unanswered.
He pivoted a heel slightly and angled his head to try to get a glimpse of a security camera or two - none were in plain sight. To that, he cursed under a sharp breath and reached into his jacket pocket for his Blackberry. That was when he noticed that he had little to no reception in the area.
Wonderful.
Frustrated, Wesker forcefully dug his thumb into the power button, closing down the electronic object for the time being. He knew it was too late to go back to the jet; they had specific orders not to wait around. He breathed, allowing his whole chest to inflate before releasing in one big breath; no matter what, he had to remain calm. If he were to let his temper get out of hand, he would just be playing right into The Organization's hands and he couldn't afford something like that; he couldn't afford being their tinker-toy to play around with whenever they found it necessary. No, that wouldn't do at all.
An empty seat caught his eye where a normal crowd of people would have been had the airport been a functional one. That was where he sat and pondered. If this were a set-up, the trap would have been sprung by now.
A tap on his shoulder shattered his thoughts for the moment and soon, he was eye to eye with the pilot. The man said not a word, only handing off the large, black suitcase from the back of the plane. Wesker took it into his free hand and gave the man a sharp nod before padding off towards the airport. In his other hand was a silver case with four illuminated locks on each of the corners. He kept that case close to him and away from prying eyes; all he needed was someone else questioning him.
Up the ramp he went and into the terminal he stalked. His viper-slitted eyes surveyed the area under the pair of dark shades he always had perched on his nose. Thankfully, no one had come up to him as he walked in, however, he found it oddly peculiar there were so many people just parked inside the complex. There had to be a delay or something; that had to be it. But once he got to the door to leave, he found the exit had been sealed off, locked, and utterly impenetrable. He tried once to quickly kick it, as to not grab too much attention, but it did not budge.
A set up? It couldn't have been. He had made sure to register the aircraft via a third-party and he knew there was no way any of his informants could have leaked the information; none of them really knew who he was anyway. Ada was a possibility, but even she knew that the police department couldn't be trusted. So that left questions unanswered and nothing irritated Albert Wesker more than questions that were left unanswered.
He pivoted a heel slightly and angled his head to try to get a glimpse of a security camera or two - none were in plain sight. To that, he cursed under a sharp breath and reached into his jacket pocket for his Blackberry. That was when he noticed that he had little to no reception in the area.
Wonderful.
Frustrated, Wesker forcefully dug his thumb into the power button, closing down the electronic object for the time being. He knew it was too late to go back to the jet; they had specific orders not to wait around. He breathed, allowing his whole chest to inflate before releasing in one big breath; no matter what, he had to remain calm. If he were to let his temper get out of hand, he would just be playing right into The Organization's hands and he couldn't afford something like that; he couldn't afford being their tinker-toy to play around with whenever they found it necessary. No, that wouldn't do at all.
An empty seat caught his eye where a normal crowd of people would have been had the airport been a functional one. That was where he sat and pondered. If this were a set-up, the trap would have been sprung by now.