The place Wesker had chosen for their meeting was empty, run-down, completely abandoned, except maybe for whatever vermin chose to make their home here. There was no one else around for miles at least, which meant that there'd be no interruptions. Just as well, he suspected this might get a tad noisy ( Read more... )

Birkin. A word, if you please.

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