Late September. The time of the retrieval assignment. So HUNK had faced Birkin after all. Interesting. William was rarely one to disappoint, and this revelation was no exception.
HUNK continued, and Wesker's eyes widened a bit behind the polarized lenses of his sunglasses that he wore, even in the dimly lit room. Doing well. So William was compatible with G. It was almost as lucky a revelation as Wesker himself being a compatible recipient of T. The odds, he knew, were slim, although G seemed to be a bit less discriminating of its hosts.
Still, there was the issue of mutation to deal with - last he'd heard, Birkin had not fared well on that front, as most recipients did not. The fact that HUNK continued on to mention that William had articulated a desire to make contact surprised him further. The mutated state he was last recorded to be in would not allow for such communications, nor was it likely to permit much in the way of introspection.
He had, Wesker had been informed, been a beast, not responding external stimuli other than wanton destruction and bloodlust. The news had not come as much of a shock.
"I see," Wesker's tone was even, but again, something betrayed the words as he spoke them. He closed his eyes briefly, pushing the emotions back and focusing on the thrum of the infection in his blood.
After a long moment of silence, which was telling enough, he continued.
"As I mentioned, I have the coordinates. If you were asked to contact me to make certain that I would be responding to the formal invitation that was issued, you may consider this an RSVP. If you have any other pertinent information, you would do well to deliver it now."
Wesker's business face was back on - that flawless veneer. He was no longer in the mood to play this game of cat-and-mouse with HUNK, feeling more like the mouse himself with every passing minute and loathe to admit it, even to himself. Just as William had proven, however, the cornered rat still had a nasty bite, and enough tunnels to hide himself in until the time was right