//eight// [rl; recon]
Arriving in Richmond, Wesker immediately regretted wearing his coat. Apparently he'd been wrong to assume England would be freezing this time of the year. He slung the coat over one shoulder, adjusted his shades and slowly began striding down the street. Excella had been less than impressed when she'd heard about his lunch date, especially when he'd suggested she could go assist Birkin in some way. She had, in fact, flounced off in a great temper and it had been all Wesker could do not to snap her thin neck right then.
Still, here he was in a surprisingly sunny Richmond and drawing a few odd looks. He, however, was focused only on a woman stood on the corner of the street and who seemed to be the woman he was here to meet. He approached her quickly.
"Vanessa Buckingham, I presume?"
Still, here he was in a surprisingly sunny Richmond and drawing a few odd looks. He, however, was focused only on a woman stood on the corner of the street and who seemed to be the woman he was here to meet. He approached her quickly.
"Vanessa Buckingham, I presume?"