[Spike is pacing a corridor, radio in hand. But he's just listening. As excited as he is to be here, the novelty's wearing off.]

Apocalypse is supposed to be in bloody California. That's Hell on Earth. Not a bloody jail in the middle of South Dakota. Feel like I'm the only one getting these memos, though.

[The voice at the other end of the radio is businesslike, unruffled. Wesker is used to the ways of this place and almost sounds bored when he talks.I can't help but notice the sudden influx of newcomers. I'm sure if you happen to have arrived outside the compound, you'll soon find help at hand, considering how helpful many of the residents here are ( Read more... )

[Michael is slinking around the base, radio at the ready as he looks out with binoculars]

Agent M here. What's your twenty? Over.

[some static and movement before-]

...Still Agent M. Targets spotted 3.62 kilometers away. Over.

[feel free to bother Michael on the radio or in person! sneaking up on him could prove to be lulz]