Wesker was highly unamused to find himself looking at a blank screen, especially after that musical rendition. Contrary to Birkin's instructions, instead of resting properly, he was sat at one of several computers, tapping his fingers irritably on the desk.

The worst part was, he had a sneaking feeling that he knew exactly what Vanessa was up to ( Read more... )

Birkin. A word, if you please.

[[There are no words for what he's thinking at this moment. Jesus Christ, Vanessa.]]

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' ( Read more... )