"This contact is at my discretion." Given the last few missions he'd been on, he'd made it a point to start going a few extra steps to make sure he would be on steady ground by zero hour.
"You'll need to request permission to embark on the island." HUNK didn't embellish what would await Wesker if he decided to land uninvited. They had enough monitoring equipment to be able to catch him before he got there, but once on land, Wesker would likely have no problem in eliminating any threat dispatched. He didn't want to give him any ideas. For all Wesker knew, they could have some exotic new mutation of G that patrolled the air.
He carefully noted the subtle tones of emotion that managed to eke past the ever-present rage boiling in Wesker's veins. Interesting that the virus had allowed Wesker to retain some human attachments. They weren't even integral to survival, since of all beings, Wesker had no need of the protection of companionship.
It was the imprint of the man that had once lived in the shell of the body, the echo of a recording. Almost pathetic.
"Once you arrive at the island, you will be informed of where your living quarters will be." HUNK would be sure to be there personally, with a healthy dose of anti-BOW poison, plenty of suppressant firepower if needed, and the injection.
After they figured out just how strong Albert Wesker really was, and how much ammunition he was carrying.