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It's a cold day in hell.
The wind kicks up, wrapping snow around him. Wesker glances at the chopper at the landing platform behind him, lifting his face to the wind. The scent here is familiar, distractingly so; he should be able to place it.
Ms. Wong's backers are powerful, but not so tightly knit as they needed to be. He's been pulling at their association for almost two years now, and he's finally succeeded in fraying an edge; there's one man here who's about to come loose from them. He's arranged a meeting in this remote Northern area, cold and barren and rocky.
His plans are coming into fruition. So he heads into the meeting.
There he discovers 1. the man was frayed already--nobody named Stanton Norbert who didn't change their name, in retrospect, could be sane--and apparently stole the plaga sample Wong obtained and injected it into himself; 2. he's had time to arrange for a tiny private army of loyal minions; 3. that was probably Wesker's helicopter blowing up. How irritating.
Punching the master host into a wall is about the only thing he has time for before minions try to swarm him from all sides; as Norbert gets up, he leaps from an upper-story window and sprints into a side canyon.
It's only a minor setback.
No, really. His most ideal plan is now to blow Norbert into as many pieces as possible.
The wind kicks up, wrapping snow around him. Wesker glances at the chopper at the landing platform behind him, lifting his face to the wind. The scent here is familiar, distractingly so; he should be able to place it.
Ms. Wong's backers are powerful, but not so tightly knit as they needed to be. He's been pulling at their association for almost two years now, and he's finally succeeded in fraying an edge; there's one man here who's about to come loose from them. He's arranged a meeting in this remote Northern area, cold and barren and rocky.
His plans are coming into fruition. So he heads into the meeting.
There he discovers 1. the man was frayed already--nobody named Stanton Norbert who didn't change their name, in retrospect, could be sane--and apparently stole the plaga sample Wong obtained and injected it into himself; 2. he's had time to arrange for a tiny private army of loyal minions; 3. that was probably Wesker's helicopter blowing up. How irritating.
Punching the master host into a wall is about the only thing he has time for before minions try to swarm him from all sides; as Norbert gets up, he leaps from an upper-story window and sprints into a side canyon.
It's only a minor setback.
No, really. His most ideal plan is now to blow Norbert into as many pieces as possible.