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WHO: Albert Wesker and Alice
WHAT: Alice and Wesker are curious about each other.
WHEN: This evening
WHERE: The street near the arrival point.
RATING: TBA
STATUS: Incomplete



Wesker touched a gloved fingertip to the centre of his sunglasses, pushing them up securely on his nose. Despite the gathering darkness, he kept them on. Behind the shields of darkened glass, he saw the world beyond perfectly. Much like a raptor, his strange vision gave him more frames per second than the average human saw, leaving the world moving in slow motion in his perception. An unfortunate side-effect was his crimson eyes with the snake-like pupils. He didn't know yet what sorts were in this city, and he had no intentions of standing out when he didn't need to.

To the ordinary observer, he would have looked like anyone walking down the street. He wasn't any more handsome or ugly than the average person. Wesker was the sort that one could see and forget about soon enough afterwards usually. There were exceptions, of course, but he had found them to be far and few. His appearance wasn't one of the things that concerned him when compared to others. He was as he was. He could be set on fire as Alexia had done to him, and his skin healed to its former flawless state within a few minutes. The virus that coursed through his bloodstream did have its uses.

The fact that this 'Alice' knew he was infected wasn't wholly surprising. Claire Redfield never had been able to keep quiet. Her claim that she knew of another was intriguing but impossible. Sergei had been the last, and Wesker had personally executed him. He was the only one.

His head remained tilted a degree or so upwards, listening to the world around him as the crowds thinned to nothingness. His hearing was quite good, and Wesker had no desire to be someone's personal shooting target for the night. Now to wait for this 'Alice'.