Barry hadn't known just who would be coming, until the man himself circled into Barry's view, and settled with the grace Barry had grown used to seeing, into a chair opposite of him and his team.
Barry's stomach had been given a nasty jolt, and had stared at Wesker, trying to make sense of his presence. No. This was not good.
After the doors had been forcibly slammed inwards, the room had simply erupted into chaos. Broad face crinkled in confusion, Barry shifted in his seat to try to get a hold on things, piece out just what the hell was going on.
Which was went he had caught the tail end of what Chris had said. Barry recognized that tone from Chris, had spun back just in time to watch him try to mantle the table in preparation to fly at their former Captain.
So Barry did what first came to his mind to try to diffuse the situation- he grabbed the back of Chris's belt with one hand, and a handful of the material of his pants just below the belt, and yanked the young man off the table with a grunt. "Chris, no."
Wesker deserved whatever he had coming to him, but flying off the handle like that as someone as dangerous as Wesker wouldn't solve anything.