This was why they couldn't have nice things. Some negative part of Claire had known this was inevitable — not Wesker specifically, but something. A stick in the wheel spoke.
Habitually armed beneath the drape of her jacket, she moved ahead of Leon, the brim of her baseball cap low.
"Not different enough," Claire commented as they settled, the nature of Preya making this all the more like a kick in the stomach. What if more than one Wesker could show up? "But you're right. We should get some intel."