Who: Albert Wesker & William Birkin What: Arrival Status: Unfinished; closed
The Spencer mansion, although a front for the labs below, was still a very elegant building. Wesker appreciated both the architecture and the sprawling space - despite the fact that he knew that anywhere he went within the mansion, he was being watched, it afforded the illusion of privacy. A place to study or research without those idiots breathing down his back.
True, he couldn't bring lab equipment here, but he could at least read in relative privacy.
Wesker pushed open the heavy wooden door, and crossed the room to where he knew the lamp was. Despite the fact that it was mid-day, the heavy draperies that covered the window blocked out the sun. He clicked it on, then settled into a large, plush chair, and pulled out one of the books that he'd been looking over for the last week and a pen. He didn't bother with paper - this book was one of his own, as the notes in small, neat script that covered the margins proved quickly.