Opening ceremonies, the invitation had read, much to Wesker's amusement. "You are cordially invited to attend..." Wesker translated quickly to "mandatory" from his years with Umbrella. A cover of graciousness containing thinly veiled threat just below the surface. It was so typically Spencer that he couldn't help but smile as he'd dropped the monogrammed invitation into the trash with little ceremony. So over the top, really. He'd found the small, sealed envelope containing the invitation in his things when the promised courier had arrived. Of course, his luggage had been stripped of weaponry, and he was quite certain that any un- or lightly encrypted data had been downloaded and was being perused at Spencer's leisure.
It wasn't really a tactical meeting, he knew, and without his weaponry, there wasn't much point to being dressed as though he were ready for combat. He was, of course, at any moment, but weaponry wasn't really something he required anymore - it was merely a convenience. He was certain there would be a plentiful scattering of armed guards equipped with anti-BOW weaponry, and he wasn't looking forward to undergoing sedation again any time soon. He'd be on his guard and faster, more efficient, if anything should go wrong. HUNK and his team, Wesker promised himself, wouldn't catch him a second time.
He'd spent the last twenty to thirty minutes arranging his things in the most effective way around the room. Despite any threat of quick escape, he liked his quarters to feel relaxed and lived in, even if he did keep things neat to the point of sterilty. His suits - two of them, one in dark grey and one in black - already hung in the closet along with three crisp dress shirts - one white, two black, a black sweater and his tactical vest.
A shower, he decided, was imperative.
Thirty minutes later, still ten minutes early, Wesker had maneuvered his way to the building in which the meeting was being held. Without a moment of hesitation, he pushed the doors open with a flourish, striding confidently into the room. He took a moment to survey the room's occupants, and, with a smug smirk, slid into the chair nearest the door he'd come in. He crossed one leg over the other and let his arm drap casually over the edge of the table. He greeted no one with words, though he'd had a moment where he'd considered it. Just sat with smug superiority as though he owned the room.